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Devon.  Devon and Ellie do their thing and, voila!  Here I am!

Whew!  Trying to figure out who is related to whom and how can give you a
headache! 
Sometime, I think of it as a math problem:

Lorne + Etienne = Eleanor
Lorne + Kymber = Devon
Eleanor + Devon = Me!

I know what society thinks about incest and, frankly, I don't see their point at
all. 
When others think about it, all they see is the sexual aspect of it and they
always get
it wrong.  If someone were to ask me if I'd been abused or molested as a child,
I would
laugh at them and tell them no.  Which is the truth.  I've never known anything
but
love and affection my entire life.  As you can imagine, however, my family and I
have
a rather different definition of being loved.

I've grown up doing the three-L thing taught to me by my parents and other
family
members:  Live, Learn, and Love.  And it all makes sense.  What girl could ask
for
more?

Then I met Adam.  At first, I had no problem sharing my love with him because it
just
came naturally to me.  My parents were a little bummed out about it, of course,
because they had no way of knowing if Adam could be trusted with our little
secret -
but they left it up for me to decide.

So, I've got a fiance  now and things couldn't be better.  If you're thinking
having
Adam in my life changed things where my family is concerned, you couldn't be any
more wrong.  I love Adam very much; he's absolutely wonderful.  But I also have
great
love for my family and have no problem at all showing them.

I remember the time I went over to visit my grandparents and got into it with
Grandmom Kymber.  Wow!  I thought I had a lot of love to share!  Kymber taught
me
a few things I'll never forget!

My point is when I need loving or need to show love, I know I can go to any of
them
and express myself fully.

Adam doesn't know about any of this, though.  I'm a little hesitant to bring it
up, even
though I suspect he has some questions he'd love to ask.  For instance, he got
to see
all of us together for the first time last year; I could see him looking at
everyone with
a funny look on his face, noticing the resemblance we all bear with each other. 
Afterwards, I could tell he was dying to say something about it - I almost told
him and
thought better of it.

It's not a question of whether I trust him or not; he is the man I will spend
the rest of
my life with, the one I will bear many children for.  However, as you might
expect, this
will be one hell of a shock to him, one which could cause me to lose him
forever.  Since
we're planning on getting married in a couple of months, losing him now wouldn't
be
the smartest thing to do.  I suppose I'll just have to worry about it when the
time
comes.


Part V, Chapter Ten

Even a week before the wedding, Adam was discovering just how deep the river
Kendra
ran.  Witty and charming, intelligent and thoughtful - the epitome of a classic
woman. 
Get her in a situation where love was the order of the day and watch out! 
Sophisticated woman turned into an unsatiable, exciting she-devil!

Adam had to admit a bit of disappointment upon finding out someone had her
before
he did, realizing it was a foolish fantasy.  No way a woman as beautiful - and
as hot -
as Kenny goes untouched for very long.  The manner in which she relieved him of
his
virginity by the lake was intense and a little frightening at first; however, as
he
became more accustomed to her, his fear of Kendra's sexual intensity subsided.

Well, almost, anyway.  Adam shivered as his intended buried his cock inside her
body
once again, grinning at him in that evil way of hers which told him Kendra was
very
horny today.  Pleasure flowed through him like a current, ebbing and flowing at
times,
but always constant.

The last eighteen months had been quite an education for Adam.  Subtly and
slowly,
Kendra had been changing his entire outlook on life.  Like now, for example.
They had
just returned to Kendra's place, going to her room to get the last minute
details
together.  One moment they were talking about possible honeymoon locations, the
next, Kendra had his cock out, gotten it hard and in her before he'd realized
what had
happened.

Now, after getting an earful of lusty curses and having his lower half drenched
with
girl-juice, Adam was spurting inside her, his hips thrusting strongly against
her
unyielding tightness.

"Ooooh, baby!  That was just what I needed!"  Kendra dismounted slowly,
listening to
the wet, sloppy sounds created by their parting.

"Damn, Kenny!  Don't you ever get enough?" Adam asked as her looked at his
sweat-
drenched shirt.

"Can you ever get enough love?  Better yet, would you ever get enough of being
loved
by me?"

"I suppose not."

"There you go, then!  Now, where were we?"

Adam sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in awe at this wonderful
creature. 
Hot and lusty one moment, cool and business-like the next.

For the next couple of hours, Kendra and Adam went over their wedding plans. 
Actually, confirming all the plans would have only taken 30 minutes or so; you
can
guess what they spent the rest of their time doing, can't you?

Once again, Adam found himself drenched in perspiration and girl-stuff.  Kendra,
as
was her habit when completely satisfied, had passed out next to him, sleeping
peacefully.  Good thing, too; Adam knew he'd be unable to continue.

That passing out business really bothered Adam until Kendra had explained it to
him. 
In fact, Adam had learned just how much Kenny knew about making love, all the
while
knowing she knew more than she was telling.

He shivered.  If this was only the tip of the iceberg...

Reaching over, he stroked her smooth skin, feeling so much love for her.  The
future
looked bright and clear.  Well, almost.  There was one thing Kendra had insisted
on
which didn't make sense to him: After the wedding and honeymoon (compliments of
her grandparents), she had insisted they live with her parents.  Adam had argued
eloquently as to why they should have their own place; however, Kendra promptly
announced there would be no wedding without his agreeing to her terms.  After
more
discussion, Adam caved in to Kenny's 'demands'.

The following day, Kendra had announced to her parents the "good news."  Adam
had
expected a major argument from Devon and Ellie (they told him that Mr. and Mrs. 
Williams lived on the other side of the lake, thank you very much) and was
shocked
at their quiet acceptance.

Hell, Mrs., uh, Ellie had actually smiled!

Again, Adam shivered; there was something vaguely familiar about that smile,
something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Hi, lover!"

Adam turned at the sound of his beloved's voice, smiling.  "'Bout time you woke
up! 
How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic!  Lovely!  Hungry!"

Adam's heart skipped a beat - for a moment, he thought she was going to say
"horny!"

"Glad to hear it.  You wanna go out?"

"Nope!  Let's hit the kitchen!"

As Kendra bounded off the bed and into the bathroom, Adam shook his head: Where
did she get all this energy?  Three minutes later, Kenny reappeared wearing a
green
and gold embroidered kimono; in her hands was a red, gold and royal purple
kimono.

"Here," she said tossing him the silk garment.  "Go clean up and slip into that;
I'll toss
your clothes in the washer while we eat."

*   *   *

Minutes later, the kitchen was awash with the fragrance of broiled steak;
potatoes
were baking in the oven and the salad had just been completed.  Adam crunched
away
happily while watching Kendra eat.

"My God," he thought.  "She even eats with the same gusto she has for sex!"  The
thought struck him hard - why was it he never noticed it before?  As he
contemplated
this latest revelation, his fork dropped from his limp fingers onto the floor.

"Clumsy," said Kendra, attacking her salad.

Adam smiled and bent to pick up the fork, getting a great view of her treasures
hidden
away under the folds of silk.

"Adam?"

The groom-to-be ended his perusal of Kendra's gifts, picking up the fork and
placing
it onto the table.  Sitting up, he found Kendra looking at him with a fierce
intensity,
mixed with... sadness?

"What is it, hon?"

"There's something we need to talk about before we get married."

"Can't it wait until after we get married?"

"I would prefer not to, if it's all the same to you."

Adam frowned - what in the hell was this about?  Giving a mental shrug, he said,
"Whatever makes you happy, Kenny."  As he shifted in his seat, he added,
"Although,
I can't imagine what you want to talk about that's so important it can't wait."

"There are a few things about me you should know."  Kendra studied Adam
intently,
searching for any signs of disinterest.  Finding none, she continued.

"You know I love you very much, don't you?"

If this was any other woman, Adam knew he would have simply humored her;
however, he knew Kendra wasn't a woman to be patronized in any way.

"Yes, darling; you tell me - and show me - every chance you get."

"If there was something, say, unusual about me, would it change the way you feel
about me?"

"Let's see: You're incredibly bright, absolutely beautiful and hornier than ten
women. 
What could possibly be unusual about you?"

Kendra smiled, taking some of the edge off her current mood - just as Adam
planned.

"Come on; I'm trying to be serious."

"And you think I wasn't?"

Kendra's scathing remark was cut short by the sound of the front door opening.

"Kenny?  We're home!"

"In here, Dad."  Kendra felt a moment of frustration at her parent's
unintentional
interruption.  Perhaps it was for the better.

Devon and Ellie walked into the kitchen, taking in the view of the soon-to-be
married
couple in their resplendent kimonos.

"Did we interrupt anything?" asked Ellie, taking a seat at Adam's right; Devon
sat on
his left.

"We were just talking," Adam answered, feeling suddenly surrounded.

"Oh; I see.  By the way, Kenny - your grandmother says "hi."

"How are they doing?"

"Everyone's feeling better; nothing a little rest can't cure."

"Were they sick?" asked Adam, his concern genuine.

"Exhausted - they were up all night."

"Doing what?"

"I'm not sure, Adam; they won't tell me anything other than they had some fun." 
Changing the subject, Devon said, "Are you ready for the big day?"

"About as ready as I'll ever be!"

"How about you, Kenny?" Ellie asked.

"You know me, Mom; I'm good to go!"

Just as Adam was about to speak, he was interrupted by the dryer's buzzer.

Ellie and Devon looked toward the laundry room.  "You have something in the
dryer,
Kenny?"

"Just Adam's clothes - they got a little messy."

As Adam blushed, Devon and Ellie exchanged a knowing glance, furthering Adam's
embarrassment.  One of the things he learned about Kendra which bothered him was
her willingness to discuss their sexual activities with her parents.  Even more
surprising was their lack of reaction, as if such behavior was expected and
encouraged!

Adam stood.  "Yes.  Well, I guess I should get dressed and be on my way."

"Don't rush off on our account," said Ellie, smiling sweetly.

"No, really - I have to get going.  I've still got a million things to do before
the
wedding."  Why was this woman smiling at him like that?  Didn't she know the
effect
it was having on him?

"Okay, if you insist."

Adam went over to Kendra, kissing her.  "See you Saturday - don't be late!"

"Bye!  You just remember where the church is, okay?"

Adam flashed a smile in her direction before disappearing.  A few minutes later,
Kendra
heard the door closing and his car starting up.  Turning to her parents, she
fixed them
with a chilly stare.

"You two have a knack of showing up at the wrong time."

"Huh?  What did we do?"  Devon was incredulous.

"I was about to tell him about the family when you walked in."

It was as if the air stopped moving in the room as Devon and Ellie realized the
implication of her announcement.

"Kenny," her mother began.  "Do you really think Adam is ready to hear this?"

"Mom, I'm going to have to tell him one of these days!  Why not now?"

Devon looked at both women before speaking.  "Honey, perhaps telling him now
wouldn't be a good idea.  Give your marriage some time to settle in first; enjoy
each
other's love.  Maybe after a year or so, he'll be ready to deal with it."

"You think so?"

"All you can do is hope for the best, dear."

*   *   *

On Saturday, Kendra Etienne Williams became Mrs. Adam Ryan Harrison.  The
newlyweds posed for pictures after the ceremony and, with rice and well wishes
flowing, departed the reception for their honeymoon.

During the flight, Adam stole looks at his bride, noticing the slight puffiness
under her
eyes.  Come to think of it, Kenny did appear to be tired when he first saw her
standing
at the altar, but assumed it was caused by late night preparations.

Adam was closer to the truth than he realized.  For Kendra, it had been a very
late
night and, as far as preparations were concerned, you can use your imagination.

Kendra sat next to her husband, alternating looks out the tiny window and the
stunning ring set on her left hand.  She was still tired from Friday evening's
family
gathering - what a night!  Still, when they arrived at their destination, she
would be
more than ready to handle the consummation of her marriage.

Adam's voice cut through her musings.

"Honey, is everything okay?"

"Just fine, love.  How are things with you?"

"I'm still having trouble believing we're married.  I know it's real, but..."
Adam stared
pointedly at his wedding ring.

Kendra smiled.  "It's a lot more real than you believe, darling."

Adam blinked at her cryptic response.  "It is?"

"Of course!  Just think of the future we'll have, the things we'll do together.
The love
we'll share!"

The aircraft banked hard to the left coming up on its final approach.  Minutes
later,
they were embroiled in the usual hassles of deplaning and elbowing their way
through
the crowded terminal to reclaim their luggage.  After a little trouble with the
rental car,
they were tooling along the main highway - Adam driving, Kendra acting as
navigator.

Two wrong turns later, the newlyweds pulled up at the entrance of the bungalow
rented for their use.  Adam fumbled with the key for a moment before succeeding
in
unlocking and opening the door.  Turning to Kendra, he opened his arms.

"Well, Mrs. Harrison!  May I have the honor of carrying you across the
threshold?"

"You may, kind sir!"

Kendra allowed herself to be picked up and carried through the door.  Once
inside,
Adam placed her gently on the bed.

"And now, my love, shall we, ah, get to the business?"

"Ooh, by all means, you brute!"

Adam lowered his mouth to Kendra's parted lips, ready to lose himself in their
tenderness when she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Adam?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot something."

Just a little irritated at the disruption, Adam asked, "What did I forget?"

"The door.  It's still sitting open."

"Oh.  Just a moment - don't go anywhere!"

Adam jumped up to deal with the offending portal while Kendra made herself
comfortable.  Seconds later, he rejoined her.

"There!  Now, where were we?"

"Right about here, lover," came the husky reply as Kendra wrapped herself in
man-
flesh, loving the feel of his body against hers, hot and, oh yeah, very hard!

Their bodies ground together hotly as each tore at the other's clothing until
only bits
and pieces remained.  Within seconds, the room was filled with the enticing
sounds of
lovemaking.

After minutes of kissing and biting every exposed inch of flesh on his body,
Kendra
fixed her husband with a lusty, feral look.

"Enough of the dumb shit," she growled.  "I want cock and I want it now!!"

Adam knew better than to keep her waiting.  Moving between her outstretched
legs,
he drove into her wetness, feeling the moist, hot heat of her center clutching
him,
drawing him deeper inside.

"Ah, yes!  Fuck my hole, baby!  Nail my hot ass!"

Through the haze of lust, Adam managed a smile: He just loved it when Kendra
pulled
out all the stops.  With all the force he could muster, Adam plowed into
Kendra's
orifice, delighting in the slapping sounds their bodies made with each thrust.

"Is this what you want, bitch?  Is it?  I'm gonna give it to you good!"

"Oh, yeah, lover!  Talk that nasty shit to me!"

Between the incredible, sweet slickness surrounding him and the lusty curses
flowing
from Kendra's mouth, Adam knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his love.

Kendra more than enjoyed his efforts, too, loving the way their bodies fit
together. 
She was hot and getting hotter as her fingers dug into his back.  An orgasmic
spike
ripped through her, teasing her senses with the promise of more to come.

Adam was close to climax.  He shifted his position, hooking Kendra's legs into
the crook
of his elbows before using his legs to lean forward.  The results were
exhilarating as
Kendra was practically folded in half, giving Adam the right angle to plunge
deeper.

"Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Fuck me, you bastard, oh you son of a bitch!  Hurt me, damn
it! 
Tear my pussy apart!"  Kendra's lust was out of control; she wanted to meet his
thrusts with her own but this position didn't allow it.  She was trapped,
helpless and
completely at his mercy - just as she liked it.

"Here!" came Adam's savage reply.  "Take my cock!  I'm gonna cream your sweet
pussy, gonna do it, gonna..."  The sudden onrush of ejaculation caught up with
Adam,
cutting off any further speech, as his cock swelled inside her.  Just as it
seemed his
turgid flesh would explode, the first pearly spurts splattered inside Kendra,
each pulse
spreading more of his love inside her.

"Ah, shit!  Shit!" Adam's passionate cries echoed through the room as the world
continued to dissolve around him.

"More, damn it!  Give me more!"  Kendra's body convulsed with the force of her
own
final climax.  Wrapping her legs into his arms tighter, she drew Adam deeper
into her
velvet embrace, clamping her vaginal muscles onto his spurting shaft as tightly
as
possible.

With a groan, Adam collapsed onto his wife, unable to continue, his cock
continuing to
tremble with the effort to fill her body with semen.  Exhausted, he released his
hold
on Kendra's legs.  He smiled as Kendra reached up to stroke his face, while the
other
massaged his chest.

"Mmm, that was great," he said.

"And the night is young, darling - we're just getting started!"

Adam opened his eyes, looking at the hand stroking his face.  And sat straight
up,
capturing her left hand.  Turning his head, Adam look at Kendra's wrist.

Her bare wrist.  The one without the bracelet.

"Kendra!"

Kendra followed her husband's gaze and smiled.  "Is there a problem, love?"

"Your bracelet!  You took it off!"  Adam was about as close to a full panic as
he could
ever remember.

"Yeah?"  Kendra looked at her wrist then back to Adam.  "What about it?"

"We just, well, I, uh..."  Clearly at a loss for words, Adam decided to be
quiet.

"We have to start our own family, dearest.  Can't do that wearing the bracelet,
now can
we?"

"But, why?"

Kendra moved to lay alongside him, running her hands along his smooth chest and
watching his nipples harden.

"It'll all be clear to you soon enough, my love.  I'll explain everything to you
in good
time.  Until, then, I need you to fill me with all the love you can."  Kendra
lowered her
lips to an erect nipple, sucking on it.

"Uh, shouldn't we discuss this some more," he asked, squirming under her touch.

"We are discussing it, love."  Kendra allowed her tongue to trail down his chest
and
stomach, lingering at his navel for only a moment before reaching her true goal
- the
head of his penis.  Kendra felt him shiver at the wet touch as her mouth closed
around
the plum-shaped glans.

"Oh, fuck," Adam hissed as more of his shaft found its way into her mouth.

Kendra moaned low in her throat as Adam grew within her mouth, exulting in the
pungent taste of their recently spent juices.  Greedily, she ran her mouth and
tongue
along the rising thickness of him. 

All Adam could do was lay there as Kendra's passion continued to consume her in
its
fiery depths, purifying her soul.  He could feel her moaning in delight as his
pulsing
maleness filled her throat and her hands tortured his nipples.  

Kendra continued to assault his shaft with a terrible hunger, burying her nose
in his
curly pubic hairs time and time again.  She felt his hands close around her face
and,
for an instant, she became angry:  How dare he interrupt her pleasure!  The
price of
such an "insult"?  Holding him inside the steamy prison of her mouth, Kendra
slipped
a finger inside to join her tongue, coating it with saliva.  Withdrawing her
finger, she
immediately and accurately plunged the slick digit into his puckered asshole as
deep
as she could.

Adam's body tensed at the finger probed his depths, the pain of its sudden
entrance
causing his entire body to arch, shoving more cock into her mouth.

"Baby, no..." he pleaded as the pain quickly turned to pleasure.  He thrust
against the
finger, forcing it deeper into his nether region, bringing closer to an orgasm
which
promised to top anything he'd ever experienced before.

Kenny had other ideas, however, feeling the tiny tremors signaling his pending
release.

"Oh, no you don't.  I have a better place for you to deposit this in!"  Kendra
removed
her finger from his ass so fast it made a loud, popping sound.  Freeing his cock
from
her mouth, Kendra quickly mounted Adam, impaling herself on him.  Rising
slightly,
she looked into his feverish eyes before slamming her body downward onto his,
their
pubic bones coming together hard.

"Give me what I need, Adam.  Come on, baby!  I need your stuff so bad!  Fill me.

Plant the seeds of our future!"

With a mighty heave, Adam unwillingly complied with her desire as he began to
flow
into her waiting sheath.  Incredible, undeniable pleasure tore through him as
Kendra
rode him hard, grinding onto his shaft without mercy.

"Yes!  God damn it!  Keep it coming baby, oh, it feels so hot, so good, so
nice!" 
Kendra was beyond reason as she milked him for every precious drop.  A pulse,
followed by a spurt, then another; her own climax was threatening to shove her
kicking
and screaming over the edge.

Adam looked at the wild woman astride him through slitted eyes as Kendra rose
until
only the head remained inside her before slamming onto him with such force the
entire
bed rocked and groaned in protest.  Faster and harder, Kendra rode Adam right
over
the brink, free-falling into an orgasm which brought along the darkness for
company.

"YES!!" she screamed going completely limp on top of him, her unconscious body
quivering with orgasm after orgasm.  Adam, with tears in his eyes, held Kendra
tightly
as the intense feelings continued to devastate her until, finally, the quaking
form grew
still and quiet.

Exhausted beyond anything he'd ever known, to the point that he couldn't move. 
Adam could feel his eyes closing on their own accord.  As sleep claimed him, he
couldn't help entertaining one prominent thought:

What have I gotten myself into?


Part V, Chapter Eleven

Adam felt like he was on trial.  Before him sat the entire Williams clan.
Seated on the
sofa, Lorne was flanked by Etienne on one side, Kymber on the other.  To Eti's
right,
sitting on the sofa's arm was his mother-in-law, Ellie, while to Kymber's left
sat his
father-in-law, Devon.  Seated on the floor between in front of Lorne was his
wife.

Wife.  His.  Adam wasn't sure what disturbed him more, dealing with the idea of
being
married or the family sitting and watching him intently.  The silence was close
to
unbearable as Adam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, wishing someone would say
something.  Anything.  Unable to take much more, Adam spoke.

"Would someone like to tell me what this is all about?"

Lorne looked at the assembled family members before looking down at Kendra, who
had turned to meet his eyes.  Clearing his throat, he answered the anxious young
man.

"There's something you need to know, something Kenny was going to tell you some
months ago.  The time's come for you to understand a few things."

"I don't understand," came Adam's puzzled reply.  He racked his brain trying to
remember, what?

"Son," Devon said, "do you remember a couple of days before the wedding?  You
and
Kenny were at the kitchen table..."

Awareness lit Adam's face like a spotlight as he remembered the night in
question. 
"Yes, I remember that night."

Ellie's quiet voice piped in.  "There was something she wanted to tell you about
herself,
but I believe you said it could wait until after the wedding."

Suddenly nervous as the full memory return with sparkling clarity, Adam felt the
room's temperature increase along with the tension.

"I remember saying that, yes."

Kymber fixed the young man with an icy, emerald stare before saying, "The time
has
now come for you to hear what she has to say."

Shaken but not cowed, Adam returned her look with one of his own.  "If this is
the
case, why are you all here?  Surely, this is something we can discuss between
the two
of us privately."

Kendra, silent throughout these exchanges, said, "What I have to tell you
concerns
them as well.  Besides, we have no secrets between us."

"Okay, let's hear it," he said, steeling himself for... what?  What was so
important the
whole family had to be present to hear it?

Kendra got to her knees and, child-like, crawled over to where her husband sat. 
Taking his hands in hers, she spoke quietly.

"What I'm about to tell you will probably have a major impact on our marriage.
You
have to know this and, most of all, we hope you understand it.  It'll be hard
for you to
hear this - I know how black and white your mind can be."  She smiled up at him.

"But, it's for the better and I ask you to believe and trust me."

Adam frowned, more confused than ever, if that was possible.  "Honey, whatever
it is,
I don't think it's so bad it will hurt our love."

"I hope not," intoned Lorne.  "It would be a shame."

Nods from the other family members increased Adam anxiety levels.  What the fuck
was going on here?

Kendra tugged on his hands to get his attention.  "Adam, you know I love you
very
much," she began.  "You also know I would never do anything to hurt you."

Adam nodded; this much was true.

Seeing his agreement, Kendra continued.  "You also know how much I love my
family."

Another nod; where was all this going?

"Wrong, darling.  You really have no idea how much I really love them."
Standing,
Kendra stretched for a moment before walking over to her father, lovingly
stroking his
strong, dark face.  Turning to face her husband, she continued.

"There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for any of them.  Nothing.
Whatever I
have is theirs and they've given me so much."

"I understand the devotion you show them.  I just don't understand..."

"Shhh.  Please, let me finish.  It's time for me to introduce you to my family
and I need
your undivided attention."

Introduce her family?  A feeling of dread began to creep into Adam.

"Adam, this is my father, Devon.  Over there, is my mother, Eleanor."

"I know this - will you get to the point?"

"Adam..." Lorne's stern voice cut through Adam's frustration like a laser.  "Let
her
finish; then you can say what you want."

"Yes, sir.  My apologies."

"This is my grandfather, Lorne, his wife - my grandmother - Kymber.  On the
other
side of my grandfather, is his daughter, Etienne."

"So?  Kenny, I already know these people!"

"Ah, yes.  But this is what you don't know."  Taking a deep breath, Kendra put
her
future and the futures of the family out on a limb.

"I'd like for you to meet my father's sister."

Looking around, Adam said, "Okay.  Where is she?"

"Right here, Adam," answered Ellie with a wave, a smile crossing her features.

"Adam," spoke Devon, "Please meet my mother, Kymber and my father, Lorne."

"And," Ellie finished, "I'd like you to meet my mother, Etienne and my father,
Lorne. 
You already know my daughter, Kendra and my brother, Devon."

For a moment, Adam sat quietly, not understanding.  Suddenly, their words stuck
him
like a runaway truck.  He could feel the blood draining from his head, leaving
him
lightheaded and trembling.

"You mean... oh, my God!"  Adam's tone of voice clearly said he didn't believe
what he
was hearing.  Shock and surprise sent Adam's mind reeling as the implication
made
itself at home within his very soul.  He stood on shaky legs, holding onto the
back of
the chair to support himself.

Kendra looked back at her family, worry written across her lovely features, all
the while
thinking this may have not been a good idea.

Lorne sensed her worry, taking her hand and guiding her to sit on his lap.
"Give him
a moment, Kenny.  He's got a lot to think about."

Horror and disgust flowed through Adam like some dark, viscous fluid.  He felt
so sick
he wanted to vomit right on the spot.  Swallowing back the bitter bile, Adam
found he
could speak.

"I don't believe it!  Kenny, tell me this is some sort of sick joke!"

>From her perch on Lorne's lap, Kendra's quiet voice filled the room.  "It's no
joke,
Adam.  You've heard the saying 'the family that loves together stays together?'
Well,
we love together in every way imaginable."

Nightmarish visions of every kind filled Adam's head as the truth of Kendra's
words
settled in.  Dumbfounded, he could only ask one question.

"For the love of God, why?"

"For love," answered Lorne, hugging Kendra tightly.  "We have all learned the
best way
to experience true love and happiness was to know it in our home."

Adam dropped to a kneeling position as if pole-axed.  His mind was threatening
to shut
down from the sheer overload being placed upon it.

"You lied to me," he said to Kendra weakly, feeling the need to say something.

"No, I never lied to you about anything, Adam.  I just didn't tell you certain
things -
it's not the same as lying."

Adam looked up at the calm, confident voice.  "How can you sit there all cool
and
collected?  Don't you know what this is doing to me?"

"Yes, I do, my love.  I told you it would be hard for you to hear, let alone
understand."

"You're damned right I don't understand it!  What kind of sick people are you?"

Devon shook his head.  "We're not sick, Adam.  We are very much in love with
each
other.  We believe and trust in each other.  Just as we believe and trust in
you."

Adam's head snapped up, the angry glint in his eyes catching Devon in its
venomous
grip.  "What's stopping me from going to the authorities?  I should turn the lot
of you
over to the police!"

Etienne looked at Adam with a mixture of love and sadness.  "You won't do that,
dear."

"Oh, no?  Watch me."  Having decided a course of action, Adam stood, crossed the
room to the telephone and picked up the receiver.  The eery, warbling sound of
the dial
tone sounded louder than it should as each member of the family watched Adam
with
unnerving calm.
"I'll do it, I swear!" he vowed.

Lorne's calm, steady voice easily crossed the room.  "Do what you feel you have
to,
son."

"Yes, son," said Ellie, "if you feel you must do this, then by all means follow
your
heart."

Tears flowed down Adam's cheeks, creating dark circles upon the fabric of his
shirt. 
"This is all wrong - it must be stopped!"

Kymber said, "Stopped?  Adam, you can't stop love, no matter how hard you try."

Devon said, "There's something you should consider before you make that call."

Adam's angry reply sound like a gunshot in the spacious room.  "What?  That
you're
all sick freaks?"

Ellie frowned, as did Kendra.

Lorne said, "Who's going to believe you, Adam?  What are you going to tell them
and,
better yet, how to you plan on proving it?"

Adam's finger had pressed the first number which would summon the police when
the
truth of Lorne's words hit him.  What, indeed?  Lowering the phone for an
instant, he
looked back at the family as if they were aliens.

"I have to do something!  Kenny, what should I do?"

"Come to me, my husband," she called, extending her hand.  "There's two things
you
can do.  You can either reveal our secret to the world or, accept and embrace
the love
we have for each other.  And for you."

The staccato beeping of the phone invaded the ensuing silence as Adam surveyed
his
options.  He looked at each in turn, taking note of the calm way they were
handling his
threat.  No fear could be seen, no regrets or apologies.  Just love.

The receiver clunked onto the tabletop before coming to rest dangling from its
cord. 
Adam's eyes were fixed on the outstretched hand of his wife, his true love.
Woodenly,
he crossed the room, taking her hand in his.  Tears cascaded unashamedly along
the
contours of his face, forming tiny salty droplets which dripped onto his shirt.

"I don't know what to do, Kenny.  I love you with all my heart.  I don't know if
I can
live knowing this!"  Adam wept openly, absently noting several pairs of hand
touching
him, soothing his pain and anguish.

"Believe me, darling; I know how you must be feeling.  You have to believe this
is the
best for all of us.  Look around you!  Do you see anything wrong with any of us?
The
only difference between my family and yours is we're a lot closer with each
other."

Adam allowed his head to lifted while a hand - he didn't know whose - dried his
tears. 
"You've all slept with each other."  More statement than question.

"Yes," answered Etienne.  "You can't imagine the joy of having someone making
love
to you who truly cares about you.  This isn't about just sex, Adam; any of us
can get
sex anywhere.  This is about loving and being loved."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Shame?  What's that?" asked Kymber.  "Like you, I was brought into the family,
only
I got to see it firsthand.  Even then, I knew there was no more beautiful way to
express love."

"Adam," began Devon, "there's no shame in being in love like this.  We've
eliminated
shame and deception from our lives.  There isn't one person in this room I
wouldn't
trust my soul to, no questions asked."

"But, how can you make love to you own sister!  Don't you know how wrong it is?"

"Says who?" asked Ellie.  "The Bible?  The government?"

Adam cast a defiant look at his mother-in-law.  "It's against the law."

Lorne laughed, as did Kendra and Kymber.

"Why are you laughing?  There's nothing funny about this?"

"It's not against the law to love your family, Adam."  Lorne looked the younger
man
in the eye and said, "Besides, whose going to tell me the best way to keep my
family
happy?  The mayor?  The governor?  Reverend Jackson at the church?  I don't
think
so."

"Why not?"

"Only I know what it takes to make my family happy.  As father and husband, it's
my
solemn goal in life to make them as happy as possible."

"Even fucking them?"  Adam's voice dripped venom.

"Yes, even that," said Eti, looking at her father with undisguised fondness.

"And I suppose you go along with all of this?"  The barbed question was aimed
directly
at Kendra.

"Of course I do; why do you think I'm so good at loving you?  I told you I had
good
teachers."

Quiet sobs wracked Adam as all of the truth made a nest in his heart and soul.
That
didn't stop him from asking, "What about me?  If you have them, why do you need
me?"

"Because I love you, silly.  From the very first day, I knew you were the one
for me."

"That still doesn't explain why."

Etienne answered, moving to sit next to the stricken young man.  She ran a hand
along the tear-streaked face before her.  "The why of it is easy, Adam.  Love
has no
power if it isn't shared.  That's what spreads the happiness from one to the
other."

"I still don't understand."  Adam trembled as Etienne continued to run her
fingers
against his skin, finding the sensation strangely comforting.

Kymber's soft voice offered an explanation.  "From the time you're born, you get
introduced to love.  Truly, it is because of love that you were born.  Your
parents show
their love for you in many ways.  They feed you, clothe you, and keep you safe
from
harm.  When they want to show you how much they care, didn't you get lots of
hugs
and kisses?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Even when they were angry, you knew they loved you," Devon said.

"I would only realize it after I thought about it later."

"Your parents," Lorne added, "taught you most of what you know, prepared you to
face
the world.  But, tell me; when was the last time your mother or father hugged
you?"

"The day of the wedding," Adam answered, not getting the point.

"What was different about it?  Did it seem a little too impersonal?"

Now that Lorne had mentioned it, his parents did seem a little distant.

Lorne could see he had Adam's attention.  "Like your sister, Andrea, I believe.
When
did you notice your relationship with her changed?"  I'll bet your relationship
with her
was at its peak; you did everything together, even bathe."

Etienne: "Then, one day, you were told you couldn't bathe with your sister any
more. 
Did it make sense to you?"

"No," Adam admitted.  "It didn't.  They just said we were getting too big to
take baths
together."

"And," added Devon, "from that day on, your relationship with Andrea hasn't
quite
been the same, has it?"

"No, no it hasn't.  We rarely speak these days."

"She feels like you no longer love her, doesn't she?", asked Kymber, stroking
Adam's
curly hair.

"Yes!  How did you know?"

Lorne's gentle laughter filled the room.  "It's easy, son.  Your parents spent a
lot of
time teaching you to share your feelings with them and Andrea.  As things
progress
and your feelings and, perhaps theirs grew stronger, they saw too much love and
affection could lead to lovemaking."

All of this was beginning to make sense to Adam, adjusting his head so Eti could
have
better access to his ear.

"So, you're saying they taught me to love and care for my family then decided to
stop
because they were afraid things would go too far."

"Exactly."  Kendra said, getting up to stand next to her father.

Kymber took her place, holding his hands.  "When you stop sharing love, it dies,
leaving you to find it elsewhere."

Adam looked confused.  "But, Kendra married me!  Obviously, there's nothing
wrong
with the love she has for you.  How do you explain that?"  Was it getting warmer
in
here?

"When love is strong, it lives.  It grows stronger as the love is shared with
others. 
Simple."

Adam looked toward Kymber as she spoke.  Were her eyes always that green?
Funny,
he'd never noticed it before...

Lorne looked up at Devon and nodded.  Slowly, he removed himself from the tangle
of bodies at his feet, going to stand next to his son.

"Go to him, daughter," Devon said as he handed her off.  "He needs you now more
than ever.  Show him love."

"Thanks for helping me with this; I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorne gave a loving look at his granddaughter.  "What's family for, honey?"

Turning, Kendra looked down at her husband.  Adam was lost in thought, not even
noticing the circle of women around him.  With a smile, she joined them.


Part V, Chapter Twelve

Kendra took a spot directly in front of Adam.  He looked so lost, so vulnerable.
Taking
his face in her hands, she called softly to him.

"Adam?  We love you very much.  I'm sorry if we caused you any pain, but it had
to
be brought out into the light.  I feel so much better now."

Adam looked first at Kendra then to Eti, Ellie, and Kymber in turn.  In the eyes
of each
woman, he found no hate or dislike.  Only love.  And, something else...

"I'm sorry I behaved so badly; this is all sudden and different."

Kymber turned Adam's head and kissed him gently.  "Don't worry, Adam, take time
to
let it all sink in."

Adam's blood, which been a chunk of ice an hour earlier, thawed quickly at the
contact. 
Looking into her eyes, he reasoned this really wasn't as bad as it sounded.

"Adam."

Adam turned, finding himself looking into Eti's hazel eyes.  "We all love you
dearly." 
Leaning forward, Etienne kissed him.

As did Ellie.  True to her devilish nature, Ellie let her tongue slide between
his lips.

With Kendra, the circle became complete as she pulled Adam to her, locking their
lips
together with fierce passion.

Adam's head was swimming dizzily, attempting to figure out what was happening to
him.  His body knew, though, as he was also very much aware of the throbbing
erection making a tent in his pants.

"Adam, love," Kendra said after breaking the kiss.  "It's time for you to take
your place
in the family.  No one is going to force anything on you; it must be accepted on
your
own."

That said, Kendra sat back on her haunches to wait for Adam's decision.  She
looked
toward the other three women waiting with her, taking note of Eti's calmness,
Kymber's twinkling eyes, and her mother's outright look of anticipation.

Adam, too, had noticed those looks.  Turning, he looked for Lorne and Devon,
hoping
to gain some support from them - only to discover them gone.  A troubled sigh
whispered from his lips as Adam pondered how to respond.  There was no doubt in
the
young man's mind about his love for Kendra; now he was faced with extending that
love to his mother-in-law and the other women of the family.

Glancing down at his hands, he recalled something Kendra told him one night
after a
steamy session of making love, something about love being the only true answer
to
one's happiness.  At the time, a lifetime ago, it didn't make any sense so Adam
had
pretty much dismissed the cryptic remark.

Adam smile wryly as he realized the meaning of Kendra's words that night.

"Might I be allowed to ask a question?"

"Go ahead, honey," Kendra answered.  "What do you wish to know?"

"Must I be a part of this?  I mean, this goes against everything I've ever
learned."

Etienne answered him.  "Being loved goes against your teachings?  You've been
loved
by your parents, haven't you?"

Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation.  "Yes, but they would have never dreamed
about
something like this!"

Kymber spoke up, green eyes flashing.  "True enough.  You don't seem to have a
problem loving Kendra, do you?  She doesn't seem to mind sharing her love with
you!"

"Of course not!"

"Adam," Ellie said, "I'm going to be a bit more blunt than my mother and
grandmother. 
You look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't wanted to take me to bed.  Come
on,
admit it!  I have no problem telling you I'd jump your bones in a minute!"

"Why?"

"Because you love my daughter and I love you.  And, shit, you're a stud to
boot!"  A
spattering of laughter bubbled up from the assembled women at this.

"All we're saying, darling," said Kendra, "is that we all love you.  All of us
want to show
our love for you and, yes, want to be loved by you in return.  Is that so
terrible a thing
for a person to want?"

Adam could feel himself weakening under the combined logical assault as he
answered
his wife.  "No, it isn't.  But what if someone gets jealous?"

For a moment, the four women looked at each other before becoming suddenly
hysterical with laughter.

"Jealousy!"

"Is he kidding?"

"Kenny, he isn't serious is he?"

"I don't believe he said that..."

Adam's mouth was open in disbelief; why were they laughing?

Kendra reached for her husband's hand, squeezing it gently.  "Baby, in this
family,
there's no such thing as being jealous.  The only thing anyone ever gets around
here
is loved."

Adam had only to look at the lovely faces around him to know Kendra spoke the
truth. 
Taking a deep breath - damn, it was hot in here - he made his decision.

"I suppose it isn't fair to love Kendra as much as I do without showing the rest
of the
family how much I love them as well."  He chuckled before saying, "I guess it's
all or
nothing, huh?"

"That just about covers it, Adam," Ellie said.

"Then count me in.  It seems to me not sharing my love with you would make Kenny
unhappy - and that's the last thing I want to do."

As the four women stood, Adam searched his soul for signs of discomfort with his
decision, surprised to find himself comfortable with it.  At the same time, he
could
shake the feeling he had just gotten in over his head.

*   *   *

Lorne looked across the table at Devon, grinning.  "Gin.  I believe that's $20
you owe
me."

Devon tossed his cards down with feigned disgust.  "You take credit cards?"

"I'll put it on your tab.  Let's see, you now owe me, um, $135,000, give or take
a
couple of hundred."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"It's awful quiet in there.  You wanna go take a peek?"

Lorne cocked his head slightly, listening.  Shaking his head, he said, "No, not
really. 
This is something Kendra has to deal with in her own way.  Adam will either
accept it -
accept us - or he won't."

"I don't think he will; he doesn't seem open-minded enough."

"I think he will, Dev.  He loves Kenny and, frankly, I've seen the way he's been
looking
at Ellie."

"Yeah, I know - Ellie wants to eat the boy alive!"

"You want to play another hand?"

"No, I owe you enough as it is, you old card shark!"

"Tell you what.  Loser goes to see what's going on in there - deal?"

"Deal.  Okay, get ready to take a walk, Dad!"

"In your dreams, son."

Three minutes later, Devon was heading for the living room, shaking his head in
disbelief.  I don't know how he does it, Devon thought.  As he entered the
living room,
Devon came to an abrupt stop:  the living room was empty.

"Dad!  You gotta see this!"  Devon heard a crash, followed by a muffled curse. 
Seconds later, Lorne joined his son.

"Where are they?"

Devon looked around the room, his eyes catching a flash of yellow.  Crossing the
room,
Devon picked up the golden cloth, instantly recognizing it as the blouse as
Kymber's. 
Turning, he showed it to his father.

"Looks like you were right, Dad."

"So it would seem.  What say you and I go even up the odds?"

"It's the fair thing to do!  Can't let Adam have all the fun, can we?"

"After you, then."

"No, after you - I insist!"

"Age before beauty!"

"Then you'd better get going, Grandpa!"

Together, father and son climbed the stairs.  Once at the top, they listened for
the
sounds of love being made.

Lorne looked to his right, cocking his head.  "This way," he said moving in the
direction
of Devon's old room.

When Devon saw where they were going, he said, "It figures she'd use my room."

Lorne nodded in silent agreement.  Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door open
and stepped into the darkened room with Devon close behind.

"Come on in and leave your clothes at the door," a voice invited, barely heard
amongst
the groans and sounds of sexual pleasure.

As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the men could make out a tangle
of
flesh in motion - somewhere under the mound of femininity was Adam.

"Still dressed, eh?"  The voice of his wife came to him and Lorne turned his
head in
that direction, finding the still-lithe redhead seated on Adam face, her breasts
bouncing
gently against her chest as she gyrated her hips smoothly against his mouth.
Behind
Kymber, Eti was riding the poor boy for all she was worth, his shaft of dark
meat
standing out against the lighter hues of her body.

Devon took in the scene, feeling his manhood swelling in anticipation.  Looking
to his
left, he found his sister and daughter, locked in a frantic, yet highly erotic,
sixty-nine,
each woman moaning with exquisite pleasure.

Lorne had already shed his clothing and was standing in front of Kymber, who
took his
turgid member deep into her throat, causing the older man to visibly shudder.
Devon,
now undressed, stepped across Adam's prone form, offering his hardness to Eti.
He
exhaled loudly as warm, moist mouth covered hard, hot cock.

*   *   *

Adam couldn't believe what was happening to him.  Once inside the room, the
women
quickly deprived him of his clothing, casting hungry glances at his body.  He
turned to
Kendra, suddenly afraid; Kendra looked back at him, shaking her head.

"It's out of my hands, love.  You belong to all of us now."

Before he could protest, a mouth covered his erection completely while other
lips and
tongues explored his body.  Adam felt hands caressing him, probing and touching
before easing him to the carpeted floor.  Soon, he found himself smothered in
hot, wet
pussy - he had no idea whose, but Christ, what a huge clit!  He found his
concentration
slipping away as several tongues bathed his cock with varying degrees of
tenderness.

A wet finger penetrated his bottom and his back arched in response, driving his
cock
skyward before being swallowed whole.  Lips ticked and tantalized his scrotal
sac, while
teeth gently nipped the tender flesh they found there.

A flurry of motion found Adam's face covered with yet another mound of flesh. 
Another large clitoris slipped between his lips as dark thighs clamped around
his head. 
More in self-defense than anything else, Adam sucked at the invading bit of hard
flesh,
flicking his tongue over the exposed head.  He grinned as the body above him
shook
in reaction to his touch, restoring his confidence and allaying his fears.
Reaching up,
he grabbed two hands full of firm buttocks, pulling them down harder onto his
awakening tongue.

Seconds later, a hot flood of tangy liquid exploded into his mouth, the flesh
above him
trembling mightily.  The thighs removed themselves from around his head, only to
be
replaced by a set a tanned ones.  The flame-red thatch of pubic hairs identified
the
owner as Kymber.  He felt her fingers entwined themselves into his hair, pulling
his
head hard against her; at the same time, he felt wet pussy enveloping his cock,
clamping down on him.  Dimly, he was aware of a voice saying something about
coming in and leaving clothes somewhere...

*   *   *

Devon crossed to the tangle of females he knew to be his Ellie and Kendra, his
erection
throbbing in his hand.  Deftly, he moved behind Kendra, now on top, and with one
powerful thrust, split her tender flesh with his smooth hardness, grunting as he
slid
deep into the slick sheath.  Immediately, Ellie's tongue could be felt at the
base of his
shaft, flittering and teasing as he fucked into his daughter.

Kendra's efforts on Ellie's clit doubled as the thickness invaded and spread her
wide. 
She sucked hard on her mother's clit, feeling it throbbing between her lips.
The
darkness was approaching and she wasn't about to give in to it, not yet, not
now.  She
drew her tongue across the sensitive head, felt it quiver crazily, then the
flood of sweet
juices as Ellie's orgasm and release washed over her, hips thrusting upward to
meet
Kendra's mouth.

Ellie cried out as the orgasmic wave continued to punish her, feeling the
spreading pool
of wetness under her.  Above her, she could see the delicious sight of Devon's
hard
cock spreading Kendra wide, glittering patches of pussy juices covering the
veined
shaft.  Ellie watched as Devon's sac began to tighten - he was close to filling
Kendra
with his hot spunk.

The sounds of love filled Devon's head as he continued to thrust into Kendra's
yielding
flesh.  An instant later, he was spilling inside of her, his cock pulsing jet
after jet of
love into her sweet hole. 

"Shit!  Yes!  Pump it, baby, pump it!"  Kendra pushed back against the hardness,
feeling the hot stickiness coat her insides.  "Fill that bitch up!  Flood it!"

A scant few feet away, Lorne looked up, smiling: Kendra could be so sluttish
when it
came to loving!  He reached down and removed Kymber from Adam's face, noting the
green eyed beauty's look of pure bliss as she poured love down Adam's throat, so
much the younger man was choking with the effort to keep up with the hot flow. 
Laying his wife down, Lorne impaled her with one hard thrust of his hips, then
settled
in to ravage her body, savoring the familiar feel of her.  His lips locked onto
an erect
nipple and he bit down on it lightly, feeling Kymber's nails digging into his
back.

Kymber gasped as her husband filled and spread her, the feeling intensified by
the
over-sensitivity of her sex - Adam's lips and tongue had done quite a number on
her! 
When his mouth closed onto her nipple a soothing warmth flowed through her which
quickly changed to a raging inferno as Lorne's teeth scraped across the hard
surface. 
Sharp, delicious pain flowed through her breast, heading straight for the
junction of
their bodies as she dug her nails into Lorne's back.

"Ah, damn it!"  Lorne could feel a trickle of blood running down his back,
encouraging
him to double his efforts.  He plowed into her with long, hard strokes which
moved
them along the carpeted floor.  His knees burned with the irritation caused by
friction
against the abrasive material; however, he was beyond giving a flying fuck,
concentrating on burying his cock deeper into Kymber.

Kymber could feel the scrape of carpet against her back and buttocks as well,
the
additional pain adding to the pleasures being heaped upon her.  She opened her
eyes
to see Lorne's perspiring face and the fierce, passionate look in his eyes.
With each
thrust, Kymber could feel Lorne's large knob against the entrance to her womb,
building the feelings within her beyond tolerance.  For what seemed to be
forever,
Kymber tottered on the brink of release; Lorne withdrew once more, too aware of
the
tight, tingling feeling at the base of his cock.  With a grunt, he set himself
deep into
his loving wife, feeling the rippling flesh part with his passing.

"Ooh, darling!  Now, baby, now!"  Kymber's words became incoherent as love sent
her
flying over the edge of sanity, crashing into the orgasmic rocks below, while
Lorne's
passionate grunts changed into a low, lusty growl as he flowed into her, bathing
her
womb with thick, spermy love.

Meanwhile, Etienne sat astride Adam's cock, immersed in the wonderful feeling of
having his hardness inside.  She smiled while looking down at the helpless young
man
beneath her.  Adam's eyes were screwed tightly shut; a light sheen of Kymber's
juices
coated his face.  Leaning forward, Eti kissed Adam deeply, while focusing her
concentration on a certain set of muscles.

Adam was close to losing it - and he knew it.  Somehow, this woman knew how to
keep
him right on the edge, prolonging his pleasure.  He felt Eti's weight shift just
before
her mouth covered his.  Hot, snaking tongue slipped in to find his and they
battled with
each other; to Adam's 'shame', he was losing - and badly!  Just as he was about
to
make an attempt to assert himself, he felt Etienne's pussy contract around him,
hard,
then soft, then hard again.  Etienne's smile widen as Adam grew thicker within
her.

Adam's world spun out of its orbit as the first milky spurts of love were drawn
from
him.  It was like making love to Kenny, only three times more intense as he
found
himself caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced.

Eti continued to smile as the first spurts splattered into her, using her
well-trained
muscles to coax more of the precious fluid from him.  "Come on, Adam!  Don't be
so
stingy with it - let it flow!"  All Adam could do was groan as Eti's pussy
milked the last
drops from him until he grew soft.

"Grandmother?  Did you leave anything for me?"

Eti turned toward Kendra, sparing a glance at Adam.  "I don't know - maybe.
Adam?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

Kendra smiled.  "He's okay - I know that confused sound."

Ellie's voice floated across the room.  "Hey!  Don't let him go to sleep before
I get a
shot at him!"

Kendra looked at her mother with mock anger.  "Mom!"

"What?"

"Give him a break, will you?"

Ellie's answer was to crawl toward Adam, a cat stalking her prey.  "I'll give
him a break
- trust me!"  Reaching her son-in-law, Ellie's body flowed onto his, her tongue
finding
his softened shaft and the dried juices encrusted along its shriveled length.

"Oh, look," Ellie purred.  "He's not ready yet.  Well, we'll just have to fix
that, won't
we?"  Taking a breath, Ellie swallowed Adam whole, the flakes of his dried seed
dissolving in the liquid warmth of her mouth.

"Mom..." Kendra knew Adam wouldn't be able to deal with this new assault on his
tender manhood.

Ellie waved a hand at her daughter, signaling she should be quiet.  Beneath her,
Adam
moaned, his body jerking.  She added a moan of her own, feeling him growing in
her
mouth.  She sucked gently yet with a firmness not to be denied until the young
neophyte was once again proudly erect.

Ellie let Adam's cock slip out of her mouth.  Holding it in her hand, she looked
at the
assembled family members.  "Anyone want some of this?"

Throughout all of this, Adam lay stunned and just a tad bit confused.  It was
bad
enough Etienne had worked some sort of spell on him, draining him effortlessly. 
Experience taught Adam that he'd be unable to continue.  Now his mother-in-law
had
not only revived his member, but was offering it to the others like it was
dessert!  And
now, adding to his disbelief, here was Devon, all male, lowering his mouth,
enveloping
him in its warmth.

Somewhere in the dark reached of Adam's thoughts, instinct warred against
learned
behavior.  His instinct was to lay back and enjoy the scintillating feelings
while his
learned behavior just wasn't buying another man blowing him.  Confused by the
internal battle, he turned his head, only to find another cock just mere inches
from his
face!  While he was focused on Devon, Lorne had obviously moved next to him,
joining
Ellie who was whispering comforting words in his ear.

What kind of person did they think he was?  Adam's thoughts were in turmoil.
Being
a part of an orgy, well, he could deal with that (couldn't he?), even if all the
participants were related to each other.  And, having his cock so lovingly
tended to by
Devon, well, it wasn't all that bad (was it?) - it really felt nice and showed
his
appreciation by flexing his hips upward to meet Devon's mouth.

But a cock in his face!  What did they expect him to do?

"Dad?  Would you scratch my back?  It really itches!"

Adam felt and saw Lorne move to comply with Ellie's request, bringing the thick,
veined shaft more into his field of vision.  As it hovered just mere inches from
his face,
Adam took a moment to look at it closely as a clear drop of liquid hung
precariously
from the slit.

Devon was doing something tantalizing with his tongue causing Adam to gasp
aloud. 
As his mouth opened, Lorne shifted his position again, done with scratching
Ellie's
back.  The crystal droplet fell, finding its way onto Adam's parted lips;
instinctively, he
licked his lips and, surprise, it didn't taste all that bad...


Part V, Chapter Thirteen

As the men were momentarily occupied, Kendra, Etienne, Ellie, and Kymber busied
themselves with each other.  Kendra felt a rush of excitement run through her as
she
watched her husband happily slurping away on her grandfather's cock.  Who would
have thought it?  Further thoughts on the subject were driven away by the raspy
sensations being provided by Kymber's tongue on her nipple.

Kendra shivered as chills radiated from her erect nipple outwards leaving goose
bumps
in their wake.  This was a special joy for Kendra as the chills reached her
pubic area,
instantly changing into a soothing heat.  "Mmm, that feels so nice!"

Kymber smiled and shifted her attention to Kendra's other nipple - lest it begin
to feel
left out, you know?  Within seconds, the once-flat nipple responded to Kymber's
touch,
becoming erect and waiting for more stimulation.

"Mmmm," Kymber moaned, washing her tongue across the underside of Kendra's
breast, her hands gently cupping its weight.  "You have such lovely tits - I
can't keep
my mouth off of them!"

Kendra's only reply was a seductive smile as the warmth continued to change into
a
moist, penetrating heat, running her hands along the smooth contours of the
elder
redhead's body, all the while marveling at how firm it was for a woman her age.

With practiced ease, Kymber continued working her way down her granddaughter's
body, stopping only long enough to flick her tongue into Kendra's navel,
delighting in
firm tummy muscles rippling in response.  Straddling the younger woman's body,
she
offered her own musky nest for inspection.

Kendra wasted no time in plunging her mouth onto the fleshy offering, capturing
Kymber's clit between her full lips, sucking gently until the bit of flesh there
began to
grow firm.

"Oh, yes!" Kymber gasped, shuddering at the contact.  "Do me, eat me!"  Gasping
once
more, Kymber lowered her head to the dark triangle between Kendra's now-open
legs,
seeking and finding what she desired.

Not to be outdone, Ellie and Etienne were deep into an oral battle of their own,
each
woman sucking and licking the other with a passion which wouldn't be denied.

The room filled with the sounds of love being made.  The soft rustle of flesh
against
flesh was occasionally punctuated with heavy breathing, grunting and moaning.

And, of course, the equally occasional curse from Kenny as Kymber's experienced
tongue took her to higher levels of pleasure.

Adam was lost in the new - yet familiar- sensations.  Devon's mouth continued to
do
wonderful, delightful things to his swollen member while Lorne continued to pump
thick cock meat into his mouth.

"This is crazy," he thought.  "There's a man sucking my dick and another man has
his
dick in my mouth - and I'm loving every minute of it!"

Lorne was loving it too, feeling his sac tighten and the indescribable tingling
sensation
crawling up his spine.  With shorter, faster strokes, he continued to assault
the young
man's mouth urging himself on to completion.

Adam could feel Lorne's cock growing thicker,  knowing what the faster strokes
meant. 
He backed off until just the bulbous head remained, running his tongue across
what
he hoped was a sensitive area.

It was.  One moment there was nothing but fat, hard cock in his mouth.  The
next,
Adam's mouth was flooded with a copious amount of sticky, salty fluid which was
spilling from his mouth at an seemingly incredible rate.  The shock of this
latest
experience was enough to shove him over the edge, very much aware of his own
manhood pumping spurt after spurt of man-love into Devon's waiting mouth.

Unlike Adam, Devon didn't miss one precious drop.  Once the last of Adam's seed
was
taken, Devon got up and straddled Adam's chest, his hand furiously working the
elongated hard shaft of his maleness, seeking his own release.

Lorne, momentarily drained, moved to one side and watched as Adam grabbed
Devon's
hips, pulling him closer until the head of Devon's cock disappeared into the
novice's
mouth.

Now with his thighs on either side of Adam's head, Devon leaned forward to rest
on his
elbows before thrusting gently into Adam's mouth, once, twice... There!  Devon's
body
stiffened as his seed began to flow from him in hot spurts.

If Adam felt he was lost before, where was he now?  Devon's sperm, just as thick
(but
not as salty) continued to flow into his mouth and into his belly, creating a
satisfying
warmth and, strangely, putting an end to a hunger he had been feeling.

Rolling to one side and panting heavily, Devon looked at his son-in-law, the
younger
man's face covered with gooey love.  Without a thought, he leaned forward and
began
licking Adam's face clean until nothing remained.

Crossing the room to where four exhausted women lay sprawled in various
positions,
Devon and Lorne found places between their bodies and stretched out beside them;
however, Adam remained where he was.  Kendra noticed his absence and called to
him.

"Honey, why don't you come on over?"  Her question went unanswered; suddenly
alarmed at his silence, Kendra freed herself from the tangle of flesh and
crawled over
to him.

Reaching him, she could immediately see something was wrong as indicated by the
large teardrops cascading along the contours of his face.  Gently, Kendra
reached out
and placed a hand on his chest.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Adam's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the tears.  The sight of his lovely
wife (once
his vision cleared, that is) gave him great comfort - and just a bit of distress
as well. 
He reached up to stroke her face and quickly dropped his hand, noticing how bad
it was
shaking.  The physical and emotional repercussions rapidly renewed themselves in
his
mind and his river of tears began again.

The rest of the family was alert and watching as well.  Ellie started to move
towards
them and was stopped by Lorne.

"Ellie, no.  They have to work this out for themselves."

"But, Dad..."

"No buts.  Everyone stay right where you are."

Kendra cradled Adam's head in her lap and began rocking, feeling his tears
dripping
onto her.  Deep sobs wracked his body as Adam gave in to the overwhelming
turmoil. 
For long minutes, husband and wife sat like this until his sobs subsided.
Kendra could
feel his pain and confusion as if it were her own, causing her to fight against
the
emotions building inside her own soul.

Finally, Adam turned over until he was looking up at his wife, wiping his face
with the
back of his hand.  Clearing his throat, he spoke for the first time since this
all began.

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I broke down like that."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, my darling.  If anything, we should apologize
for
dumping all of this on you at one time and forcing you to make a decision."

"You didn't force me into anything."

"I know, but we let our love for you - and each other - put you into a bad
situation with
yourself."

"Kenny, you don't understand; I'm not angry with any of you.  What happened was,
well, more than what I thought it would be."

Adam sat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.  Turning slightly, he
addressed
the family.

"When we were talking about this, all I could see was some pretty wild sex.  It
wasn't
until Devon and Lorne, ah, had their way with me I realized this family loving
thing
was bigger than anything I could have imagined."

Adam suddenly stood, going to the bathroom.  A moment later, all in attendance
could
hear the sounds of him blowing his nose, followed by the unmistakable sound of
running water.  Seconds later, the toilet flushed and Adam reemerged, looking
much
more composed.

"Sorry - had to take care of some business."  He flashed everyone a smile before
sitting down again, this time with the family.  Kendra scurried to sit next to
him.

When he had their attention, Adam continued.  "When I was alone with all of
you,"
nodding at the women, "I was thinking how kinky it would be having all this
attention
from them.  When the guys showed up, I thought 'so much the better!'"

"What I didn't realize was all of this wasn't about fucking - it was about being
in love. 
When us guys were getting it on, it hit me.  I saw myself doing things I've
never done
before and loving every minute of it.  My feeling went beyond just mere sexual
satisfaction and it wasn't until we had finished I realized I'd never been loved
so much
before in my life."

"Guys, I do apologize for not giving you as good as I got, but like I said, I've
never
done anything like this before."

"The only thing which matters is you accepted our love and gave love in return,"
Lorne
said.  "It doesn't matter if you were good at it or not."  Heads nodded in
agreement.

Adam nodded, understanding Lorne's words.  "I had a lot to think about in a very
short
space of time and, shit, it got the best of me.  I was crying because I've never
been
so happy before."

Etienne's soft voice floated in the air.  "That's what it's all about, Adam -
love and
happiness."  Eti rose from her place next to Kymber and sat next to Adam.

"You see, when my father and I began all of this, all we had was love for each
other. 
When Kymber joined the family, there was still a great deal of love.  When the
children
were born," she gestured to the assembled young adults, "we knew then our love
was
too much to keep all to ourselves."

Kymber spoke up, her voice low and husky.  "Remember, dear Adam, love is nothing
if it isn't shared.  Without sharing, love never has a chance to spread and
grow.  Even
my father realized this; I'm just glad we had a chance to share our love before
he
died."

"It's all we've known all our lives," said Ellie while Devon nodded in
agreement.  "For
us to do anything else, well, just doesn't make sense."

A lull settled over the room as Kendra, her voice very quiet, had her say.  "And
then
I met you."

Lorne's baritone voice filled the room, sounding all the world to Adam like the
voice of
God.

"Son, look at it this way, if you will.  Eventually, you would have discovered
our secret. 
We all felt it better to introduce you to the family in this manner instead -
it's a lot
easier on the nerves, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, sir.  I hate to think how I may have reacted had I found out about this
somewhere down the road."

"Good.  Now, if no one has any objections, let's all go to bed - I'm tired and
need my
beauty rest."

As everyone moved to first collect their respective mates, Kendra cleared her
throat
for attention.

"Uh, could I have your attention for a moment?"  Even Adam stopped in
mid-stride,
turning toward his wife.  Convince everyone was paying attention she continued.
"I
have an announcement to make."

"What is it, honey?" Adam asked, clearly curious as was everyone in the room.

"I've got something I need to show everyone.  Just a minute."  Kendra dashed to
the
pile of clothing under the window, picking through the remnants until she found
what
she was looking for.

"Ah!  Here it is!"  Returning to the sleepy group, she held up the object in her
hand. 
"Ta-da!"

In the semi-darkness, everyone strained to identify the object.

"Oh, shit."  That from Lorne.  As everyone realized what Kendra was holding, the
room
quickly filled with gasps.

"You mean..."

"Nah, that can't be right... can it?"

"What?  WHAT?"  Adam was still a bit punch-drunk from all which had happened
this
evening.  "What in the hell is going on?"

Devon turned and patted Adam on the shoulder.  "What's your favorite color,
son?"

"Blue.  Why?"

Ellie planted a kiss on his cheek.  "Glad to hear it, Adam.  Goodnight!"

Adam turned to his wife, who handed him the object of everyone's excitement.  It
took
him a moment to recognize it and what it meant.

"This is, oh shit, this means..."

"It sure does!  I'm pregnant!"  As Kymber, Etienne and Lorne moved close to
congratulate Kendra, they all heard a muffled thump.  Kymber and Eti both looked
at
Lorne who, if he could, would have vanished right on the spot.

"Does that sound familiar?" asked Kymber.

"Oh, I believe it does, dear sister - I believe it does!  Doesn't it, Dad?"

"No comment.  Come on, let's get the poor child out of the floor and into bed."

Together, they picked Adam's insensate form off the floor.  Lorne
unceremoniously
slung the unconscious father-to-be across his shoulder and headed off in the
direction
of Kendra's room.

Kendra looked puzzled, however, Etienne provided the explanation.

"It seems to be a family trait - we get pregnant, they pass out."

"Men."

"I know.  Can't live with them, can't live without them.  Go figure."


Part V, Chapter Fourteen

The next morning, Adam drove to his parents' home to tell them the good news. 
During the drive, Kendra noticed her husband's silence.

"Are you okay?"

The car rolled to a stop at a traffic light, allowing Adam to turn and look at
Kendra. 
"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're awfully quiet this morning."

"I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

The light changed.  Adam pulled away from the intersection, shaking his head.
"No,
not right now.  I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've got to get all of
this
sorted out."

Kendra wasn't upset over his silence nor was she offended by it.  "Well,
whenever
you're ready to talk about it, let me know."

Adam squeezed her hand.  "I will, Kenny.  Don't worry, things will work out - I
just
need a little time to get it all together."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the home of Adam's parents, Roger and
Allison
Harrison.  Adam was surprised to see his sister's car in the drive.  Within
seconds of
ringing the door bell, Adam and Kendra were greeted by Allison's smiling face.

"Well look at what the wind blew in our direction," she exclaimed.  Embracing
first
Kendra then Adam, Allison led them to the family room where Roger and Andrea
were
sitting.

"Come on in and grab a seat!  It's good to see you!"  Roger Harrison stood and
shook
hands with his son.  "And Kendra!  Come here and give me a hug!"

Kendra crossed the short distance to where her father-in-law stood and embraced
him
affectionately, letting the embrace last just a tiny bit longer than what was
considered
normal.  "It's good to see you again, Mr. Harrison.  I take it you've been
well?"

"As well as can be expected, thank you.  Oh!  Where are my manners?  You do
remember Andrea, don't you?"

"Of course I do!  How could I forget my maid of honor?"  Kendra leaned over and
planted a kiss on Andrea's cheek, catching the scent of an expense perfume.

Andrea returned the sisterly peck, noticing the smooth warmth of Kendra's cheek.
"Hi,
Kenny!  Looks like married life is treating you well!"

Kendra smiled broadly.  "Yeah, well, it has its advantages.  How about you and
your
husband?"

The atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly, immediately informing Kendra she had
hit on a touchy subject.  "Oh, I'm sorry..."

Andrea waved a hand in dismissal.  "It's all right, Kenny.  Dale and I are just
having
a minor disagreement."

Still a bit uncomfortable, Kendra took a seat beside Adam.

"Well!  What brings you kids here?", asked Allison, glad to break the somber
mood.

"We have some good news to share with you," said Adam while turning to look at
Kendra.

"Don't keep us in suspense, son," Roger prompted.  "What's the good news?"

With barely disguised glee, Adam looked at his parents and sister.  "We're going
to
have a baby."

For a moment, all heads turned to Kendra for confirmation, which she gave with a
tiny
nod of her head.  Another second for the news to sink in - and the room exploded
in
well-wishes and questions as to what the parents-to-be wanted, boy, girl, or
both.  Of
course, this was followed by the age-old answer of it didn't matter as long
as...

Father and son shook hands, both grinning like idiots while Kendra exchanged
more
hugs with mother- and sister-in-law.  Andrea took the opportunity to whisper
something in Kendra's ear.

"I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Andrea."

"One thing, though - can I talk to you about something?"

Kendra leaned back from the embrace, her curiosity piqued.  "Sure," she
answered. 
"Whenever you're ready."

Andrea interrupted her parents and brother long enough to excuse herself and
Kendra
from the room.  Motioning Kendra to follow, Andrea led the way upstairs.

Adam glanced in their direction as they disappeared upstairs.  "What's that all
about?"

Allison patted his hand.  "Wife talk, Adam - nothing you'd be interested in."
However,
in the back of her mind, Allison had to admit curiosity.

"Oh, let them go!  This calls for a drink to celebrate!"  Roger rose from his
seat,
heading for the oak and leather bar in the other room.  "All right folks, belly
up to the
bar!  Drinks are on the house!"

*   *   *

Andrea stepped aside to allow Kendra to enter the room before following and
closing
the door.  She crossed the room and sat on the bed, motioning for Kendra to sit
next
to her.  As Andrea framed her thoughts, Kendra took a moment to look around the
room, thinking how perfectly it reflected its former occupant.

Colonial-style furniture, with carpeting and wallpaper done in lively, yet
subtle pastel
colors.  This was a woman used to getting what she wanted without being brash
and
pushy about it.  Kendra's examination of the room was halted by the sound of
Andrea
clearing her throat.  Turning toward the sound, Kendra gave her sister-in-law
her full
attention.

"As I said downstairs, Dale and I, well, we're having some problems.  Nothing
major,
mind you, but I was wondering how you and Adam settle any differences between
you."

"Oh, that's easy," Kendra answered.  "We don't disagree with each other."

"That's impossible," said Andrea, not attempting to hide the disbelief in her
voice.

"No, not really.  Adam and I get along just fine.  If we have a difference of
opinion on
something, it's no big deal - he's entitled to his opinion."

"Are you telling me if he wanted to do something and you didn't, you wouldn't
argue
with him?"

"No, I wouldn't.  I trust Adam; if he wanted me to do something, then it must be
important to him."

"So you'd go along with it."

"When possible.  Despite what you might think, I do have a life.  Adam knows and
respects this."

Andrea shook her head.  "It can't be that easy."

"No, it isn't, but love goes a long way in helping to avoid ugly situations."

Andrea's laugh had a bitter sound to it.  "Love.  Right.  The only thing Dale
loves is
Dale.  Ever since the day we got married, it's always been about him and to hell
with
what I want."

Kendra placed a hand on Andrea's knee.  "You're saying Dale doesn't love you?"

"He does, but..."

Kendra nodded, suddenly understanding.  "He loves you but has a funny way of
showing it."

Andrea frowned at Kendra's comment, thinking just how much truth the statement
contained.  Her features softened as she turned to face her sister-in-law.

"Kenny?  Tell me something."

"If I can, Andrea."

"How do you deal with Adam?  I mean, why do you two get along so well?"

Kendra thought for a moment before answering.  "Well, I understand Adam and of
course I love him.  I respect and value his opinions."

"It can't be that easy!"

Kendra smiled, gently touching Andrea's hand.  "It is, believe me.  As his wife,
it's my
trust to keep him happy, something I'm proud and pleased to do."

Andrea's face brightened, thinking she had found a flaw in Kendra's thinking.
"Ah-ha! 
Does he feel the same way?"

Kendra's smile widened.  "Of course he does - why wouldn't he?"

"I suppose you have a point.  Adam has always been the agreeable type.  How does
he get along with your parents and the rest of the family?"

"Just fine.  They love and respect each other very much.  In the beginning,
there were
a few difficulties, but they were quickly resolved."

"Difficulties?  Like what?"

Kendra knew she had to be careful here, taking a few extra seconds to form her
answer.  "He had to get used to a few things about my family, like our somewhat
affluent lifestyle."

Andrea nodded; the Williams' family wealth would be something Adam would have to
get used to, not that his own family wanted for very much.

"Also, he had to get used to everyone wanting to do things for him and expecting
nothing in return."

"I can imagine that just fine; Adam was always the type who wanted to do things
for
himself and wouldn't hear of not repaying a favor done for him."

"Other than those things, my family and Adam get along just fine."

Andrea's frustration began to show.  "There's got to be something I can do,
something
I haven't thought of yet."

"If there's anything I can do," Kendra offered, "let me know."

"Perhaps there is something else," Andrea said.

"Anything.  Just ask it."

Andrea's features flushed crimson.  "If I'm not being too nosey, how is your sex
life?"

The yellow warning lights of caution flashed brighter in Kendra's mind.  "It
couldn't be
any better.  Adam is so loving and thoughtful."  Kendra smiled devilishly.
"He's pretty
good, too.  But, like most men, he could be better.  I don't worry about it
though;
we've got plenty of time together."

Andrea took in Kendra's statement, feeling a momentary pang of jealousy - her
sex life
with Dale often left a lot to be desired.  "You're one lucky girl."

"I like to think so."

Standing, Andrea looked around the room.  "I'd give anything to have the kind of
happiness you've got."

Kendra regarded Andrea closely.  Clearly, the poor woman didn't have enough love
in
her life and it make Kendra sad.  She mentally crossed her fingers and made a
decision.

"The price of happiness can be rather steep, you know.  Andrea?"

"Huh?"

"Be careful what you wish for - you might get it and find it wasn't what you
wanted."

"I don't get it."

Kendra rose and went to stand in front of Andrea.  Taking her hands, Kendra
looked
into the dark-haired beauty's deep brown eyes.  "The secret to my happiness.  I
can
share it with you if happiness is what you're truly looking for."

Tears began to form at the corners of Andrea's eyes.  "I don't want to lose
Dale! 
Despite his crazy behavior, I really do love him!"

Kendra reached up to wipe Andrea's tears away.  "Hey!  Don't cry - it'll be all
right!"

With a sob, Andrea threw herself into Kendra's arms, her tears flowing freely.
Kendra
held her close, feeling Andrea's pain... and something else.  As she held Andrea
against
her, Kendra could feel the other woman's tears, first warm then cool against her
cheek. 
Kendra was very much aware of the increasing pressure their bodies were creating
as
a trembling Andrea held on for dear life.

Kendra was becoming more and more excited, finding it a bit difficult to resist
the
natural urge to provide the ultimate comfort to her sister-in-law.  Still, it
didn't stop
her from using one hand to stroked Andrea's long dark hair.

"There, there.  It's okay, Andrea.  Let it all out."  Through the fabric of her
clothing,
Kendra could feel Andrea's nipples harden which caused her own nipples to
respond
in kind, wondering if Andrea could feel it as well.  This was starting to get
dangerous...

Within the midst of her sadness, Andrea could feel an excitement building within
her. 
It felt strange yet somehow familiar.  As her tears continued to flow, a part of
her mind
reached out and touched the excitement...  And recoiled as she recognized it.
Oh, yes,
she felt this excitement before!  But where?

Nuzzled in the crook of Kendra's neck, inhaling the natural scent of her, Andrea
remembered where - and when - she had felt this excitement before: The first
time
she and Kendra had met.  That wasn't the only time, either!  Andrea knew she
felt it
at the wedding, from the time they arrived at the church, all through the
ceremony,
and during the reception.  And the moment Kendra walked in the door an hour ago.

*   *   *

Adam cheerfully filled his parents in on the details of Kendra's pregnancy, all
the while
wonder what his wife and sister were talking about.

"You must be very happy," his mother asked.

"I am, Mom, I am.  This is a happy time for all of us."

Roger Harrison sat forward in his seat, leaning slightly in Adam's direction,
his face
becoming a bit more serious.  "Mind if I ask a question?"

"Roger..." Allison warned.  "Don't start it - not now."

Roger waved a hand in dismissal at his wife.  "Woman, don't start on me."

Disagreements were rare between his parents, Adam thought, but he still felt
uneasy
whenever a difference in opinion cropped up.  "Dad, ask your question."

Shooting his wife a triumphant look, Roger turned back to Adam.  "How are you
getting
along with your in-laws?"

Adam was puzzled.  "Fine.  Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering."

"I seriously doubt you were just wondering, Dad."

Allison opened her mouth to speak, only to close it after a look from Roger.

"Heh, heh," the elder Harrison chuckled.  "You've got me there, son.  It's just,
well, I
still think it's strange you're still living there with them."

Adam shook his head.  "Dad, have you seen the house?  It's huge, big enough for
three families."

"So I've been told.  Son, a man should have his own home to raise his family in!

That's all I'm saying."

"Dad, you worry too much.  Kendra and I are more than happy right where we are."

With the debate heating up between father and son, Allison began to wonder about
Andrea and Kendra - they've been gone for some time.  Curiosity began to set in
as
Allison quietly left the room and headed upstairs.

*   *   *

Kendra quickly discovered she was between the proverbial rock and hard place.
On
one hand, she felt good being able to comfort Andrea at this time in her life.
On the
other, the close contact between them was beginning to make things, uh,
interesting.

The scent of Andrea's perfume, combined with the heady scent of her pheromones,
was awakening a different kind of sympathy within Kendra, who bit her lip
against the
mounting excitement.  One part of her mind, however, was glad to see she wasn't
the
only one being carried away by the moment.

Andrea's sobs weren't as deep now as they were moments ago.  In fact, just
standing
here hugging Kendra made every problem she ever had seemed trivial in
comparison. 
And, since you mentioned it, doesn't this wonderful woman have the smoothest
skin,
so soft and velvety?

Something in Andrea's mind was saying it was time to break the embrace, pull
herself
together, and go on with things.  However, for some reason, she didn't want to
let
Kendra out of her arms.

Kendra's lust was stirring with each passing moment, her hands beginning to move
along the other woman's body of their own volition.  Her fingers massaged the
tense
muscles along Andrea's lower back, feeling them relax.  As did Andrea, who
responded
by melting further into Kendra's warm embrace.  Without a thought, Andrea lifted
her
head slightly, kissing the underside of Kendra's jaw with trembling lips.

Kendra inhaled sharply as Andrea's lips fluttered against her face.
Instinctively, she
tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck and throat.  Her passion,
which was
barely held in check, began to infuse her with its enticing warmth.  Kendra's
eyes
closed momentarily, wanting to be swept away.  Oh, this felt so very nice!

Her eyes flew open with the realization of what would happen if this were to
continue. 
Gently, Kendra tried to disengage herself from Andrea's advances, only to be
firmly
held in place.

"No," a trembling voice whispered in her ear.  "Don't leave me.  Not now."
Andrea
wrapped her arms around Kendra's firm body, holding her tight while sucking
gently
the soft skin of Kendra's neck.

Instinct overrode common sense for a split second.  It was all the time Kendra's
lust
needed to assert itself and take command of the moment.

"Okay," she murmured.  "If that's the way you want it."  With one hand, Kendra
reached up and found the zipper of Andrea's dress, pulling it down in one swift
motion. 
Once the material had fallen away from the other woman's shoulders, Kendra used
the
same hand to deal with the clasp of Andrea's bra.

Andrea couldn't believe what was happening to her, let alone the fact she had
started
all of this!  A dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual, Andrea had never given one single
thought about making love with another woman.  Yet, here she was, holding onto
her
sister-in-law with a passion she didn't know she had, with her dress now down
around
her ankles and her breasts swinging freely.

Kendra managed to free herself from Andrea's embrace; with her lust fully in
control,
she began the process of bringing Andrea joy, licking her lips in a way which
made
Andrea think of someone pondering a menu full of delicious food.

Andrea's mind continued to race along at a maddening pace.  "Why am I allowing
this?" she asked herself as Kendra's lips captured her earlobe, sucking gently.
"I don't
like women like this," her mind screamed.  "Make it stop!"

Aloud, Andrea said, "Oh, shut up," feeling the chill racing through her body as
Kendra's
tongue traced wild, sensuous patterns along her neck.  Warm hands massaged and
kneaded her buttocks as Andrea gave in to Kendra's insistent advances, feeling
her
juices pooling in the crotch of her panties.

Kendra nuzzled her face into Andrea's more than ample cleavage.  Gently, she
guided
Andrea backward until they were able to fall onto the bed.  Hungry mouths sought
and
found each other.  Tongues battled for dominance while hands roamed with minds
of
their own.

Kendra raised herself long enough to assist Andrea in removing her clothing,
which was
tossed aside.  She took a moment to look into the other woman's eyes, searching
for
acceptance of what was to happen, what had to happen.

Andrea was frozen by the intense gaze of those hazel-brown eyes, feeling
suddenly
afraid.  She knew she couldn't allow this to happen, yet, she did nothing to
stop it as
Kendra lowered her head, capturing a very erect nipple, giving it a tongue
lashing it
would never forget.  Moaning, Andrea held Kendra's head to her breast,
committing
herself to the unthinkable and the unknown.

Wet, flickering tongue washed over every inch of one breast and ran along the
deep
cleavage splitting the fleshy orbs before moving to the other breast, repeating
the
tantalizing washing.  Hot, moist breath preceded soft, sucking lips as the other
nipple
was held prisoner and made to suffer the consequences of being on Andrea's body.

Andrea sighed despite herself as soft, firm hands kneaded her flesh in the most
fascinating places!  And that wonderful mouth was, oh God!  It was moving down
her
tummy, teeth nipping here and there.  Andrea knew what was next, knew it
shouldn't
happen, knew she wouldn't stop it.  She lifted and parted her legs as Kendra's
breath
on her pubic hairs heralded better things to come.

Kendra lost herself in the passion, feeling it devour her.  Andrea's body was
such a
delight!  Smooth and curvy in all the right places, while here at her center,
the
coarseness of her hair provided a stimulating contrast.  Even now, the scent of
hot,
inviting pussy reached her - and she wasn't about to turn down the invitation! 
Reaching under Andrea, Kendra filled her hands with plump, luscious bottom,
feeling
the heat and the need to put out the flames.

*   *   *

Allison Harrison reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of the father and son
discussion fading in the distance.  Turning right, she headed in the direction
of
Andrea's bedroom; logically, it would be the place she'd go to have a private
conversation.  Like her husband, Allison was worried about this nonsense with
Dale. 
If Kendra could shed some light on the solution, then perhaps it would be best
to hear
of it first hand.

Reaching her destination, Allison took a breath before tapping lightly on the
door.  For
long seconds, there was no immediate response, so she tapped again, not wanting
to
interrupt but needing to know everything was going all right for her daughter.

When no response was forthcoming, Allison turned away from the door; she was
pretty
sure Andrea would have used her old room!  As she took a step towards Adam's
room,
she heard Andrea's voice, muffled by the heavy oak door.  Placing her hand on
the
ornate door knob, Allison turned it, giving the door a push.  It responded by
opening
silently, a tribute to Roger Harrison's attention to squeaky hinges.
Cautiously, Allison
stuck her head into the room.

*   *   *

"Oh, God!  Yes!  Ooh, I love it!  Please don't stop!"  Andrea thrashed wildly
under the
relentless assault of Kendra's more than experienced tongue and lips.  If there
was any
doubt about the right or wrong of this, it had long since taken a much deserved
hike! 
Face contorted, Andrea flashed a decidedly feral look at the heavenly creature
God had
sent to free her who was, at this moment, causing a most scrumptious rush of
orgasmic pleasure to weave its way amongst her nerve fibers.

"Oh, shit, Kenny!  Do it again!  Oh, fuck!"

Kendra grinned against the writhing flesh, happy to bring her sister-in-law so
much
love and pleasure.  One slender finger insinuated itself into Andrea's fleshy
sheath,
which was slowly joined by another.  Then another.  Hell, why not add another?

Andrea screamed soundlessly as the last finger made its way into her sopping wet
cunt.  The pain was sharp and sweet as the four finger worked their way deeper
into
her before spreading as wide as they could.  A massive, paralyzing orgasm of
epic
proportions took that moment to land on her.

Real hard.

Swirling baubles of bright lights danced beneath Andrea's eyelids as the
pleasure
continued to jump on her.  Her hips bucked out of control and her whole body
felt as
if someone had plugged her pussy into the nearest electrical socket.

Shorted out and drained, Andrea's body relaxed.  Kendra gently removed her hand
and
absently licked it clean while listening to the husky allure of Andrea's
once-labored
breathing.  Satisfied, Kendra sat up and stretched, feeling the glow of her own
orgasms
gained while pleasuring Andrea. Continuing her stretching, Kendra turned her
head...

And found Allison Harrison standing in the open door.

Allison could hardly believe the scene spread out before her!  Andrea - her own
flesh
and blood - being tended to by - gasp! - her daughter-in-law!  Shocked and most
definitely repulsed by the activity taking place in - shudder - her own home,
Allison
just knew something had to be done to stop this. She moved toward the bed - and
stopped dead in her tracks just as Andrea's mouth opened.

Experience told Allison her daughter was caught up in one hellacious orgasm as
Andrea
continued her silent scream until she finally relaxed and lay breathing heavily
on the
bed.  Allison found herself transfixed and suddenly very excited as she watched
Kendra
remove her hand and slowly lick Andrea's juices from her fingers.  Allison's
nipples
hardened as she watched Kendra's tongue languidly devoured every precious drop
of
musky, tangy dew before stretching like a cat.

Allison felt her excitement growing despite herself.  Like Andrea, sex between
women
was something which just wasn't done; yet, she felt herself drawn by some
strange
magnetism.  About to lose control of things, Allison wanted so very badly to
just be
able to turn and go back the way she came.  Just as the thought crossed her mind
-
but before she could act on it - Kendra turned in her direction, locking her
hazel-brown
eyes onto Allison's black ones.

"This is how a deer feels," Allison thought as she found herself looking back
into those
expressive eyes.  She could feel Kendra looking into her without a hint of
emotion. 
Well, this really wasn't true, was it?  There was something there, something
enticing
and alluring, something she couldn't quite put words to.

Kendra returned her mother-in-law's gaze, feeling neither fear nor concern at
being
caught.  Instead, her ever-present calm was firmly in place, as usual.  The two
women
looked at each other for what seemed to be an hour before Kendra felt it time to
break
the silence.

"Mrs.  Harrison."

Allison blinked at hearing her name, feeling as if she'd been drugged.  Feeling
weak-
kneed, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long moment to collect her
ragged
thoughts before turning to Kendra.

"I want to know one thing.  Why?"  Allison nodded in Andrea's direction.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, Mrs.  Harrison," Kendra said.  "We were sitting
here
talking about her problems with Dale when she started crying." 

"I suppose she would," Allison said with a calm she didn't really didn't have.
"That boy
has been nothing but trouble for her from day one.  I just don't understand how
things
got to this point."

Kendra nodded before continuing.  "I held her and, well, things got a little out
of hand. 
I tried to talk her out of going any further, but she wouldn't hear of it."

Allison's eyes went wide with surprise.  "You mean to tell me my Andrea started
all of
this?  I don't believe it!"

"Believe it, Mother."

Allison and Kendra turned to look at Andrea, who was just now getting to an
upright
position.  "Before I say anything else," Andrea said, "Kendra, I have to thank
you for
what you did for me."

"Hmpf," grunted Allison.  "That's a hell of a way to help someone!  At least you
could
have come and talked to me about it!"

Andrea turned to face Allison.  "Oh, Mother, be quiet.  What would you have
done? 
Suggest I leave Dale and move back in here with you and Dad?  That's no solution
and
we both know it."

Kendra felt a bit uneasy as she listened to mother and daughter; this kind of
stuff
didn't happen at home.  However, Kendra understood not all homes were like the
one
she grew up in.

Allison's voice fairly dripped disgust.  "You may be right, young lady, but at
least I
wouldn't have stooped to something like this." 

"And you want to know why I spent all my time away from home."

Kendra decided it was time to get dressed and leave.  Rising, she started to
pick up her
clothing."

"Don't move," Allison commanded.  "I want to know why you allowed this to happen
-
and in my home!"

Always one to speak her mind, Kendra turned to her mother-in-law, a picture of
calm. 
"I realize you may be thinking horrible things about me right now.  However I
make
no apologies for what happened here today and for good two reasons.  One, Andrea
needed to be comforted.  Two, because she's family and I love her."

"Oh, really?  I suppose if I fell into your arms crying, you'd comfort me in the
same
manner."

"Yes, if it was what you wanted."

"Do I look like a lesbian?"

"Such a harsh word," Kendra chided.  "Do I look like one?  Does your daughter?" 

Allison wasn't ready for the answer Kendra provided.  And, she noticed, Andrea
had
moved closer to Kendra, lending her support.  She also had to admit the two
women
were, ah, exciting in their nakedness.

"So, I'm supposed to act like nothing happened?"  Allison was beginning to run
out of
effective arguments, feeling her own emotions misbehaving.  What was going on
here?

"No, Mother," Andrea said.  "What happened here just might save things between
Dale
and I."  She placed a hand on Kendra's thigh.  "As well as giving me a chance to
know
my sister-in-law better.  If I'm right, I know just how to change things for the
better."

"Allison," Kendra said, taking the older woman's hand.  "What happened here
today
was all about love and togetherness.  I'm sure Andrea will go home to Dale and
screw
his brains out, just as I will with Adam."

Allison looked at the hand upon hers then into the face of the owner.  "I don't
know
about this; it isn't right."

"When it comes to love, everything is right, Allison.  You just have to
believe."  Kendra
spoke the words with deep conviction.

Andrea sighed, taking her mother's free hand.  "Mother, there's nothing you can
do
about it.  It's done and over with now - please let it go."

Allison made one last attempt to seize control over this situation.  "What would
your
father say?" 

Andrea wrapped an arm around Kendra, pulling her closer.  "Wanna go ask him?"

Allison's mouth fell open with an audible click.  "You can't be serious.  He'd
have a
stroke!"

"Probably."  Andrea giggled at the mental image of her father walking into the
room,
seeing daughter and daughter-in-law stark naked.  "He'd shit a gold brick!"

Allison took a very deep, much needed breath, knowing she should be angrier than
Hell
- and finding she could accept this truth.  Freeing her hands (with great
reluctance),
she made a show of straightening her blouse.

"I'm going back downstairs before your father really does come up here.  Kendra,
you
and Andrea obviously know something I don't - I just hope it's the right thing
for
everyone."

Standing and heading for the door, Allison looked back at Kendra and Andrea.
Part of
her didn't want to leave; there was something magical taking place here.  To her
surprise, Allison found she wanted to be a part of it.  But not now.  Without
another
word, Allison opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Alone, Andrea looked at Kendra.  "Wow.  I thought she'd have a fit!  I wonder
why she
didn't?" 

Kendra leaned over, letting her lips brush against the silken smoothness of
Andrea's
cheek.  "I know why."

Andrea's eyes closed as Kendra continued to kiss her face.  "Tell me."

"Later.  Right now, I want to get to know you better.  Lie back..."

*   *   *

"Dad, you just don't understand what's going on here!"  Adam's frustration
continued
to grow as he paced the room.

"Why don't you explain it to me?"  Roger remained seated, a smug, confident look
plastered across his features.

Adam exhaled loudly.  "It's simple, Dad.  I live with my wife's family because I
want
to.  How many times do I have to tell you?"

"As many times as I have to tell you a married man should have his own house."

"Roger.  Leave the boy alone."

Roger and Adam turned toward the sound of Allison's voice as she descended the
staircase.  "He's a grown man and can do whatever the hell he wants to.  It's
his life
and perhaps you need to give him a chance to live it his way."

Roger's jaw unhinged.  Allison hadn't exactly shouted nor had she raised her
voice;
however, both men knew Allison meant business.  She sat, motioning for Adam to
join
her.  "Your father means well, of course; he comes from the old way of doing
things."

"Mom..."

"Hush, child.  You are your own man.  Behave like one."  Turning to her husband,
Allison's face grew stern.

"And you need to back off and give the boy his space.  He's got decisions to
make
about his life and he can't make them with you interfering in his affairs.  If
he wants
your advice, I'm sure he'll ask for it."

Roger sat back in his seat, not believing what he was hearing.  Momentarily numb
and
truly at a loss for words, he asked, "Is Andrea okay?"

Allison's face softened slightly at the question.  "Andrea is just fine now
she's got a
chance to talk to someone about her troubles, someone who will listen without
putting
their two cents in."

Roger recoiled as if slapped, exactly the reaction Allison had hoped for.  Deep
inside,
Allison felt somehow liberated and at peace with herself.

Adam cleared his throat before speaking.  "Mom, Dad, there's no need for us to
argue
about this.  I know what I have to do and why."  He paused for only a moment. 
"Where's Kendra?"

"Upstairs with your sister.  They should be down in a moment."  Allison's words
couldn't have been better planned for as she spoke, Kendra and Andrea descended
the
stairs, both women looking radiant and happy.

"Darling," Kendra spoke.  "Andrea's coming home with us for dinner, if you don't
mind."

Adam looked at Kendra then his sister at once understanding what had happened. 
Adam looked at his mother who imperceptibly nodded her head.

"No, I don't mind at all."  Adam turned to hug his mother.  "Mom, thanks for
having
us over.  We'll stay in touch and let you know how things are developing with
the
baby."  Standing, he went to where his father continued to sit, the stunned
expression
written on his face.

"Dad, you may not agree with me on these things, but I know what I'm doing.
Just
as I trusted you when I was younger, you'll have to trust me now."

Having said that, everyone gathered their things and left.  Roger could only
watch as
son, daughter, and daughter-in-law passed through the doorway.  As the sound of
their
cars faded into the distance, Roger turned and looked at his wife.  "What in the
name
of God was that about?"

Allison looked lost in thought as she remembered the scene she stumbled upon. 
"Nothing you'd understand," she answered.  She smiled, knowing her path and
Kendra's would cross again.

"Nothing you'd understand."


Part V, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  Spread out before
her,
Devon watched his sister clean away the remnants of his seed with love and
amusement.

"Mmm, that was tasty."

"You like the way I taste?"

In answer to his question, Ellie lowered her head, flicking her tongue across
the
sensitive head of Devon's maleness, grinning when he flinched at the touch.

"Hey!  Take it easy!" Devon complained half-heartedly.  "Last time I looked, it
was still
attached, though you did your best to rearrange things."

Ellie settled into the crook of Devon's arms, breathing in his heady male scent.
"Oh,
you're complaining now?  I can stop, you know."

Devon hugged his sister closer for a long moment before replying.  "You know I'm
not
complaining.  It's just even after all these years, you can still wow me with
your
intensity."

"I love you, silly - why wouldn't I give you my very best?"  Devon's reply was
cut short
by the sound of the front door opening.

"Mom?  Dad?  We're home and we've got company with us."

Devon and Ellie smiled at the combined announcement and warning, which meant
"put
your clothes on and stop acting like a couple of horny teenagers long enough to
be civil
to our guest."

"We'll be down in a moment, Kenny.  Make your guest comfortable and welcome." 
Devon playfully slapped Ellie's still-firm bottom.  "Come on, woman.  Can't keep
company waiting."

"Oh, all right.  Damn!  What happened to the good old days when you could screw
all
day without being interrupted?"

Devon laughed while slipping into his shirt.  "Beats the hell out of me.  Let's
go."

Minutes later, Devon and Ellie stepped into the living room.  Finding it empty,
they
followed the sound of voices into the kitchen where Kendra, Adam and - goodness
-
Andrea sat.  The trio had steaming mugs in front of them.  Adam looked up at
their
approach and waved for them to join the group.

"Mom, Dad, you remember my sister, Andrea?"  Adam said by way of introduction.

Ellie extended her hand to Andrea.  "Of course I remember!  How have you been?"

"Fine, thank you," Andrea answered while clasping Ellie's hand in her own for a
moment before accepting Devon's hand.

"It's good to see you again, Andrea," Devon said.  "What brings you to our neck
of the
woods?"

Kendra looked her parents.  "I invited Andrea over for dinner, You know, to
spend
some time with us."

Little warning lights went off inside Devon's head.  Obviously, there was
something
more here.  Keeping his surprise from reaching the surface, Devon replied, "I
see. 
Doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it El?"

Ellie had the same look on her face as Devon, meaning she also had some thoughts
about what may have brought this on.  "Sounds great to me!  After all, we don't
know
very much about Andrea and it'll give us a chance to get acquainted."

Kendra leaned over to Adam and said, sotto voice, "See?  I told you they
wouldn't
object."

Adam reached into his pocket and withdrew a five dollar bill.  "Here's your
blood
money.  I feel like I've been hustled."

Andrea looked at her brother.  "What was that about?"

Smiling triumphantly, Kendra turned toward Andrea.  "He bet me five dollars Mom
and
Dad would object to your staying.  I won."

Andrea looked at her brother.  "You never did know when to go with the sure
thing."

Adam looked at Kendra.  "Oh, I don't know about that.  Looks like I've got a
pretty
sure thing right here."  He patted Kendra's hand affectionately.

"I'll say," Andrea muttered as she remembered the day's earlier events.

"Well, now that we've got this settled," Ellie said, "Kenny, will you come help
me get
the guest room prepared?"

"Sure, Mom.  Will you excuse me?"

"Guest room?" Andrea asked.  "Am I staying longer than just dinner?"

Kendra stopped in the doorway.  "I didn't think you'd mind spending the weekend,
particularly after our conversation."

Andrea felt a flush of warmth course through her as she ran through her options.
Dale
was away on business and, honestly, the thought of spending another night alone
didn't appeal to her.  Andrea frowned.  "What do I do for clothes?"

"Don't worry about it - we can go over to your place later if you want.  If not,
I'm sure
we can find something for you to wear."

Okay, I accept your invitation!"

"Great!  I'll come back for you in a few minutes and get you settled in!"

"Thanks, Kenny."

"Think nothing of it," Kendra said sweetly.

"Kendra!  I need a hand up here!" Ellie called.

"On my way, Mom!"  Waving, Kendra disappeared.

*   *   *

Ellie was opening the drapes, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room when
Kenny finally joined her.  "It's about time you got here."

"Sorry, Mom.  I was clearing up some last minute details."

"Uh-huh.  Check the bathroom and make sure the towels are there and clean, will
you."

"Sure thing," Kendra said, skipping into the bathroom.

Ellie busied herself with the bed for a few moments before calling out to
Kendra. 
"What happened between you and Andrea?"

Kendra stuck her head out the bathroom door, having the good grace to look
embarrassed.  "I loved her."

"Why?"

Kendra looked thoughtful for a second before answering.  "It seemed like the
right
thing to do.  She's so sad and lonely right now."

Ellie rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling.  "I can understand your
compassion, honey,
but I'm not sure making love to Andrea was the smart thing to do."

Kendra stepped from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Mom, I didn't
intend for it to happen.  She needed comforting and one thing led to another."

Ellie nodded, understanding the situation.  "I'm wondering if it was worth the
risk of
exposure."

"Perhaps," Kendra said.  "Even though thing happened quickly, I really didn't
think
there was much of a risk."

"Oh?  Why not?"

Kendra smiled.  "She is family, after all."

"True enough.  Okay, you've explained what happened.  Would you care to explain
why
you invited Andrea here?"

Kendra's voice took on a more serious tone.  "She needs our guidance to help her
with
some problems she and Dale are having."

The yellow alert which had been flashing in Ellie's mind instantly changed to
red. 
"What are you proposing?"

"That Andrea sees firsthand how we get along with each other.  It wouldn't help
her
much if someone just told her how well we live together; Andrea has to see it
for
herself."

"You're right, of course," Ellie agreed.  "However, she may see more than what
anyone
has bargained for."

Kendra shrugged.  "She's family and, unless I'm wrong, all things are
applicable."

Ellie had to stop and think about this.  Within the family, their way of life
was an
accepted norm, one which was never argued or debated.  The philosophy covered
one
and all, without exception.  Still, there was a measure of common sense which
had to
be applied.  For example, one didn't take out a full page ad in the local
newspaper
declaring one's love for their family members and include all the juicy details.

"One more question, then you can show Andrea the room.  What if she can't deal
with
our version of love?  It could hurt her more than help."

A smile tugged at the corners of Kendra's full mouth.  "You had the same concern
about Adam and he survived it."

"He did at that.  Okay, we'll just have to see what happens."

*   *   *

Adam and Andrea were out behind the house, exploring the wooded area which led
to
the lake.

"Jesus," Andrea exclaimed.  "They own all of this?"  Adam nodded.

"This, the lake and a lot of the land on the other side of the lake.  Dr.
Williams has
done well for himself and the family over the years.  Look over here."

Andrea turned in the desired direction and found herself looking at the lake,
which was
framed with trees bearing the bright colors of early fall.  "What am I looking
at?"

Adam drew closer to his sister, pointing across the lake and up.  "See that
house up
there?"

"Yeah?"

"That's where Lorne lives.  Pretty nice, huh?"

Andrea whistled.  "I'd say nice is a poor choice of words.  They must have a
spectacular view of the whole valley from there."

"They do, trust me."  Adam's voice had grown strangely quiet - and Andrea
noticed it.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, nothing.  Just remembering something."

"What?"  Facing her brother, Andrea could see he was clearly embarrassed -
Adam's
coloring had darkened noticeably and he was doing everything he could to avoid
eye
contact with Andrea.  "Come on, spill it!"

"Well," Adam started, shuffling his feet.  "This is where I lost my virginity."
He pointed
to one spot in particular and Andrea noticed the man-made box nestled under one
large tree.

Andrea stepped away from Adam, making her way over the indicated spot.
Stopping,
she turned back in the direction of the lake.  It took only a moment to grasp
the
reason for his predicament.  She turned, barely hiding her amusement.

"They saw it all, didn't they?  This is the only angle where you can see into
this place -
the trees make it impossible from anywhere else."  Andrea studied her
surroundings
closely before glancing in the direction of the large house on the other side of
the lake.

"I'll be damned!  They could have watched the whole thing with binoculars or a
telescope."  Adam looked like he wished he were invisible.

"Seems like your in-laws are some kinky people!"  Andrea laughed as she returned
to
her brother's side, running her fingers playfully through his hair.  "I wish I
could have
seen your face when you found out they had been watching."

Adam chuckled, remembering the look.  "We had made love for, oh, about the third
or
fourth time when Kenny turned toward the house and waved.  She turned and
pointed
to me, telling me to wave.  I thought she had lost her mind or something, but I
did it
just the same."

Andrea was near hysterics as she asked, "When did you think to ask her about
it?" 
Clearly, she was enjoying this moment.

"We were on our way back to the main house when I asked her why we were waving. 
When she told me it was to let her parents know we were okay, I realized they
must
have been watching the whole thing."

Andrea gave up trying to conceal her laughter, the image of her rather
embarrassed
brother firmly fixed in her mind.  She leaned against him to support herself.

Adam held his sister as the fit of laughter ran its course, feeling comfortable
in the
closeness.  Before his initiation into the family way of loving, this would have
been a
very awkward moment for him.  Feeling the firm softness of Andrea's breasts
against
his chest as she laughed herself silly, Adam could feel the beginnings of his
lust
stirring, his cock quickly growing hard between them.  Andrea felt it, too, the
unexpected feeling putting an end to her mirth.  She pushed away from her
brother,
a look of shock on her lovely features.

"Whoa!  What is this?" she asked, nodding at the bulge in Adam's pants.

Adam blushed, more out of embarrassment than shame.  "Sorry, Sis.  I guess I
kinda
forgot myself for a moment."

"I'd say you did."  Andrea walked a short distance away from Adam before turning
to
look at him.  Not overly tall yet slimly muscular...  Yeah, she could see what
Kendra
saw in him, especially the imprint just a bit south of his belt buckle.

Adam regarded his sister, taking in her beauty.  Slightly taller than Kendra,
firm
pouting breasts and not quite the classic hourglass figure with neatly kept
auburn hair
framing her oval face - Adam decided Dale was six kinds of a fool not to
appreciate
how beautiful and sensual a woman Andrea was.

"Tell me something, Adam."

Andrea's voice brought Adam back from his erotic examination.  "What do you want
to know?"

"We haven't always been the best of friends since we got older, but you were
always
a good listener."  Adam nodded in agreement, wondering where all this was going.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Andrea.  Is it Dale?"

At the mention of her husband's name, Andrea looked at Adam, shaking her head. 
"No.  Well, it has something to do with him, but not directly."

Adam held up a hand.  "Hold on for a moment, will you?"  Crossing over to the
storage
box, Adam fiddled with the combination lock for a moment before opening the box.

Reaching inside, he withdrew two folding camp stools, carrying them over to
where
Andrea was standing.  He opened one, motioning for his sister to sit before
sitting
himself.

"Okay, this is better.  Now, take your time and tell me what the deal is."

Andrea waited a few seconds before responding.  "Something happened to me today,
something unexpected and wonderful.  You know Dale and I have been having some
problems?"  Adam nodded.

"Good.  Then it shouldn't surprise you I've filed for a divorce."

"No, it doesn't.  Andrea, what does Dale have to do with what happened to you?"

"Everything and nothing, Adam.  Before today, I didn't have a clue about what I
was
going to do with my life after Dale and I go our own way."

"And now?"

Andrea smiled.  "Now?  Suddenly, I've got this feeling about what I want to do.
What
surprises me is how I came to feel this way.  It's really weird; you think you
know
yourself and someone comes along and shows you a side you never knew existed."

"You've met someone else?"

Andrea's smile grew wider.  "Oh, yes.  I most certainly have."

"Then it's all good, right?"  Adam wasn't sure of Andrea's thoughts, but if
she's met
someone else, well, then things must be okay.

"I'm hoping," Andrea continued, "that it will work out for me and my new love."

"Anybody I know?"  Adam watched his sister blush deeply.

"That's the hard part, Adam.  It is someone you know."

Adam went fishing by asking, "Is this what you and Kenny were talking about?" 
Andrea's blush deepened.

"We talked, yes."  At first, Adam frowned at Andrea's enigmatic answer before
his mind
put two and two together.

"Oh, shit!  Andrea, did Kenny make love to you?"

If Andrea could turn any redder, she would be a stop light.  "I'm sorry, Adam.
Things
just happened so quickly!  One moment she was holding me because I was upset and
crying - she felt so warm and soft!  The next thing I know, she had me out of my
clothes and into orbit."  Andrea looked at Adam, expecting him to go ballistic
at this
news.  Instead, Adam smiled, as if he understood.

"Kenny does have a certain... something about her, doesn't she?  She's really
hard to
resist."

Andrea was pleased and confused at the same time.  "Your wife and I made love
this
afternoon!  Aren't you concerned or angry or something?"

"Should I be?  I don't see what the big deal is, Andrea.  You got seduced by
your
sister-in-law; what's so bad about it?"

"For one," Andrea began hotly, "This is your wife we're talking about.  And,
I've never
done anything like this before."

Adam continued to smile.  "And you want more of Kenny."  Quietly, Andrea
admitted
the truth, more to herself than to Adam.

"Yes.  In that one moment, I think I fell in love with your wife.  I've never
felt anything
like it before."  Andrea paused for a moment, trying to get a grip on her
runaway
emotions.  "You must think me some kind of nut."

Adam reached cross the distance between them to take Andrea's hand.  "No, I
don't
think you're crazy.  And, just so you'll know, I don't have a problem with what
happened between you and Kenny."

Andrea looked at her brother with a fresh perspective; clearly, this wasn't the
same
guy she had grown up with.  "Answer a question for me?"

"Sure."

"What's up with your friend there?"  Andrea waved a hand at Adam's still
noticeable
erection.  "If I didn't know better, I would swear you were having some unsavory
thoughts about me."

"You wanna hear something?" Adam asked.

"What?"

"I was having unsavory thoughts about you."

"Huh?"

"When we were standing there and I was holding you, I was thinking about how
nice
it would be to fuck you."  Adam shrugged, feeling a Kendra-like calm flowing
over him. 
Andrea, on the other hand, was anything but calm.

"You wanted to what?  You can't fuck me - I'm your sister!"

"So?  What's your point?"

"My point?"  Andrea was exasperated.  "We're brother and sister, dummy!"  Even
through her amazement at Adam's proclamation, Andrea felt a surge of excitement.

In a funny way, it was nice to have your brother think of you as a woman.

"For those who didn't hear me, I'll repeat myself.  What's your point, Andrea?"
Adam
was enjoying every moment of his sister's confusion.

"Well, what would your wife say?"

"Kenny would pat me on my ass and tell me to stick it to you good, that's what
she'd
say."

"Oh, you're telling me your wife wouldn't bat an eye?  I don't believe it!"

"Really?  You wanna go ask her?  Andrea, I don't know why you're acting like
this.  You
were honest about what you told me; why shouldn't I be honest with you?  Hell,
did
you happen to notice I didn't get upset with your news?"

Andrea had to admit Adam had a point there; however, before she could respond,
the
conversation was interrupted by a chirping sound.  Adam reached into his shirt
pocket
and removed the small cellular phone.  "Yeah?  Oh, hi babe.  No, we're okay."
Adam
listened for a moment.  "Okay.  We'll be on our way in a second."

Adam folded the phone and returned it to his pocket.  "That was Kenny.  Dinner's
ready - we should head back to the house.  Hand me the stool, will you?"

As Andrea folded the stool and handed it to Adam, she said "Don't think you're
off the
hook on this one - this conversation is far from over."

Adam turned to Andrea, a thoughtful look on his handsome face and extended his
hand.  When Andrea took it, he tugged gently, enough to bring her into his
embrace. 
Before she could react, Adam kissed her fully and deeply, sliding his tongue
between
her full lips.

Andrea reacted instinctively to Adam's kiss, her arms closing around his
muscular
body.  She felt a rush of weakness as she returned the kiss, suddenly remember
who
she was melting under.  Finding a bit of resolve, Andrea disengaged herself from
Adam
with mixed emotions.  One part of her was angry with her brother's boldness
while the
woman in her had been set aflame by the forbidden contact.

"You're right, Andrea," Adam said huskily.  "This is far from over.  Let's
go..."  He
headed off in the direction of the house with a dazed Andrea following a short
distance
behind him.


Part V, Chapter Sixteen

Andrea lay in bed wide awake.  Although it had been a physically tiring day (not
to
mention emotionally), she found herself unable to sleep.  Dinner had been, well,
interesting, even though Andrea couldn't remember what she'd eaten.  Her
thoughts
had been occupied with her experience with Kendra earlier in the day and the
discussion with Adam.  All during the meal, Andrea stole glances at Kendra,
drinking
in her beauty and feeling the sinful, lusty emotions the exotic woman instilled
in her. 
>From the sultry, sexy Kendra, her gaze would land on her brother.  What had
happened to him?  Once shy and reserved, he now exuded sexuality.  His kiss had
done more than surprise Andrea...

In the relative quiet of the guest room, Andrea listened to the sounds around
her.  The
gentle rustling of the night wind through the trees just outside the window was
soothing, yet provided little comfort to the edgy Andrea.  "God," she whispered.
"What
is wrong with me?  My husband treats me like shit, my sister-in-law seduces me,
and
now my brother wants to fuck me!"  Andrea frowned at the turn of events in her
life.

Finding no answers from above forthcoming, Andrea sighed in frustration.  She
rose
from the comfortable bed and went into the bathroom.  Turning on the light,
Andrea
looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what the inability to rest was
doing to her
features.  Andrea turned on the water and let it run until it was warm before
splashing
the soothing liquid over her face.

Feeling better, Andrea began drying her face on the towel when she heard
something. 
Looking about the room and hearing nothing, Andrea shrugged and finished her
task,
chalking it up to her imagination.  Placing the towel back on the bar, Andrea
turned off
the light and was about to leave the bathroom when she heard the sound again,
louder
this time and definitely coming from the other side of a door she hadn't
noticed. 
Curious, Andrea went over to the door - the sounds were definitely coming from
the
other side!  Cautiously, she grasped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the
catch
disengage with a soft click.

The door opened on silent hinges.  Andrea poked her head through the opening and
found herself looking into a darkened room similar to the one she occupied.  The
sounds were coming from her right and she cast her eyes in that direction,
thankful
they had adjusted to the darkness.

Andrea's quiet breathing nearly stopped in her chest.  Before her on the bed,
two
figures moved in a sexual ballet.  In addition to the grunts and groans which
led her
to this scene, Andrea could hear the squishy, liquid sounds of joined bodies.

Blinking, Andrea could make out a dark-skinned woman on top, her body undulating
with an almost snake-like ease, her hands massaging moderately large breasts. 
Beneath her came the unmistakable sounds of a man in total ecstasy.  A burst of
excitement ran through Andrea as she realized she had stumbled upon a couple
making love.  Forcing her eyes to focus against the darkness, Andrea could see
Ellie
Williams riding the hell out of the guy under her, which identified the man as
Kenny's
father..

Andrea's curiosity deepened as she remembered the master bedroom was on the
other
side of the house!  Kendra had, during Andrea's tour, made a point of showing
the
tastefully appointed room. Mentally shrugging, Andrea figured it was their house
and
they could screw anywhere they damn well pleased.

Except for one thing.  The hand which reached up to pinch Ellie's nipple was
much
lighter in color. Besides herself, there was only one other person in the house
with skin
that light...

"Adam...," Andrea whispered.  "My God..."

*   *   *

Ellie was enjoying herself as she took Adam to greater heights of passion,
riding his
blood-engorged manhood for all she was worth.  Beneath her, Adam had his eyes
closed and a grimace of pain/pleasure flickered across his face as Ellie clamped
well-
trained vaginal muscles around him.  Ellie knew he was close, plunging herself
deeper
onto him repeatedly when she heard Andrea's whispered exclamation.  Leaning
forward, Ellie made a show of shaking her long black hair, using the movement to
glance towards the doorway.

There she was - mouth open, eyes wide.  Ellie decided it was time to give Andrea
something to look at.  Seductively, Ellie ground her hips downward in slow, wide
circles
one last time before releasing the slickened shaft from her velvet embrace.
Adam
groaned with disappointment as the warmth was removed from him, his hips
flailing
at empty air.

Ellie used a hand to grasp Adam's cock.  Licking her lips in an exaggerated show
of
hunger, Ellie covered Adam's thrusting member with her mouth, delighting in the
taste
of their combined fluids.  Slowly, she swallowed him until her nose was buried
in
Adam's nest of brown pubic hair, holding him deep within her throat for long
seconds
before withdrawing.  Ellie's hand slid along Adam's hardness until a drop of
pre-cum
oozed from the slit of his cock, which she greedily licked away with a flick of
her
tongue.

Andrea watched the display before her with a mixture of disgust and  excitement.

Imagine!  Her own brother fucking his mother-in-law!  Yet, Andrea couldn't deny
the
tingle of excitement which flowed through her, hardening her nipples and
starting a
flow of juices running down her legs.  Andrea knew she should step away from the
scene before her, go back to bed and try to put things in their proper place.
However,
she was frozen in place, unable - and unwilling - to move.

Ellie was taking perverse pleasure in teasing both Adam and Andrea, swirling her
tongue around the darkening knob of Adam's maleness.  After licking away yet
another
drop of liquid love, Ellie tilted her head toward the open doorway.

"You may as well join us, Andrea.  You can't have any fun standing there
watching
unless you're into that sort of thing."  Adam raised his head at Ellie's
announcement
to find his sister watching with rapt attention.

"Oh, shit," Adam murmured.

"Relax, Adam," Ellie said, placing a hand on his chest to keep him where he was.
"It's
her choice, just as it was yours to make."  Turning back to Andrea, Ellie waved
her to
join them.  "Kenny told me you wanted to know the secret to her happiness.
Now's
you chance to learn for yourself."

Shocked into motion by the invitation, Andrea stepped into the bedroom, her
temper
flaring.  "Let me get this straight.  You are in here, fucking my brother behind
your
daughter's back and you want me to join you?  You must be out of your fucking
mind!"

Ellie fixed Andrea with a calm, yet penetrating, look.  "First of all, darling,
I am not
fucking him behind anyone's back.  Secondly, my mind is doing very well, thank
you." 
Ellie gaze flicked to Adam's erection, kept in place with some expertly applied
pressure. 
"Besides, there's more than enough man for both of us, wouldn't you say?"
Having
said her piece, Ellie returned to her labor of love.

Andrea watched as the older Black woman ran a very pink tongue along the length
of
her brother's cock, seeing Adam's reaction as he gave in to the pleasures
offered by
Ellie.  Her conscious mind rambled with thoughts of utter disgust with the act
taking
place before her.  Deep in the back of Andrea's mind, however, plans were being
hatched, dark, sinister, and lusty.

A low, urgent voice whispered unthinkable things to her, placing visions of
having that
magnificent, forbidden erection between her own lips in the front of her, subtly
replacing every reason why she shouldn't.

The voice asked, "Don't you have needs which aren't being tended to?  How long
has
it been since you've had a long, hard cock inside you, spreading you wide?"
Andrea
blinked and shook her head to clear the tempting visions from her head, not
wanting
to give in to the desire because it was so very wrong.

"Wrong?" the voice teased.  "If this is so wrong, why are you so hot and wet?"
Andrea
had to admit it was a damned good question.  She shut her eyes against the sight
of
Ellie sucking Adam's balls one at a time; however, she couldn't shut off her
hearing as
Adam moaned in obvious delight.  "Look, sweetie," the voice said.  "Either lead,
follow,
or get the fuck out of the way, okay?  Make up your mind already!"

Andrea took a deep breath hoping to clear her mind once and for all, only to
have the
heady, sharp perfume of sex assail her which, along with the maddening voice in
her
head, whispered promises of sweet, soul searing passion.

Andrea's eyelids fluttered open - along with her mouth.  Somehow, during the
argument with herself, she had moved closer to the two lovers on the bed.  From
where she now stood, she could make out the glistening strands of saliva
clinging
delicately to Adam's cock, as well as the tongue which was applying it.  She
could also
make out Adam's lust-filled rambling as he pleaded for Ellie to continue.
Another look
and Andrea could make out the heart-shaped head of her brother's phallus - dark
as
a plum and oh, so inviting!

Another blink.  Andrea could now make out the shape of each vein which ran along
the
thickened length, pulsing with a life of their own under the tawny grip of
Ellie's hand. 
A simple movement of the wrist by Ellie revealed the slightly distended opening
at the
tip of Adam's maleness at which a single, clear drop of dew rested.  So clear,
so
tempting just to flick out one's tongue and let the droplet rest there,
transmitting its
salty essence to sensitive taste buds.

Andrea felt a trickle of saliva escape her parted lips, remembering how a man's
essence tasted fresh from the source.  It looked so good just sitting there,
only now
beginning to dribble down the blood-engorged head and collecting around the
circular
embrace of Ellie's hand, which was now proffering the delicious morsel in her
direction. 
Andrea blinked once more; this wasn't right but, damn it all to hell, she was
hot, horny
and straight up in need.  Tossing her fate to the wind, Andrea allowed her
tongue to
snap out and collect her sinful dessert.

Ah...  So hot and tangy!  Like the sweetest of things of which one cannot get
enough
of once tasted, Andrea fell to the business of draining her brother dry.  Her
mouth
flowed over the spongy knob, quickly removing very trace of stickiness with her
tongue.  Her distended lips ran into Ellie's fingers, felt the cool stickiness
on them and
cleaned them as well.  Ellie smiled and moved aside to allow Andrea full access
to
Adam.

Without losing her grip on Adam's shaft, Andrea quickly filled the vacancy left
by Ellie
and returned to the task at hand.  Fully consumed with lust, Andrea gave up on
savoring the forbidden fruit, opting to throw all caution to the wind, along
with her
eternal soul.  She increased the sucking motions along the length of Adam's
cock, her
tongue playing a maddening tatoo on every inch of skin it could reach.

Through slitted eyes, Adam raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of the she-
demon attacking his cock.  A massive surge of fresh lust flowed into him as he
recognized the mane of brown hair bobbing atop a head moving on him at a
blistering
pace.  Whatever control Adam had learned deserted him as his sac tightened
painfully,
just before the first spurt of love exploded from him.  "Oh, SHIT!" Adam roared
as the
full force of his ejaculation beat on his senses, his body turning into one
gigantic,
uncontrollable muscle spasm.

Andrea felt the first splash of come against the roof of her mouth, took a deep
breath,
and sucked hard, creating a vacuum within the confines of her rapidly filling
mouth -
and we all know what happens when you introduce liquid into a vacuum, don't we? 
Stream after impossible stream of semen flowed into her mouth, making Adam feel
as
if his sister were sucking the life from him.  Just as he though his entire
supply of seed
had been exhausted, Andrea did the unexpected, making a ring out of thumb and
forefinger and gripping him hard.  Not only did this stop the flow of sperm, it
kept him
hard - and painfully so, as his moan indicated.

"Oh, no," Andrea growled.  "I'm not done with you yet, brother.  If my ass is
going to
hell, I'm taking you with me."  Without releasing the near painful grip on Adam
tortured penis, Andrea turned to face Ellie.  "When I get on this fucker, you
know what
to do, right?"  Ellie's only answer was to smile.  With her back to Adam, Andrea
positioned herself over the dark purple head of his cock and whispered, "God
forgive
me," just before plunging herself onto the waiting member, feeling the thickness
spread her as it quickly vanished into her wetness.

Once fully speared, Andrea exhaled loudly.  "Shit, this feels so fucking good!" 
Spreading her legs wider, she commanded to Ellie, "Do your thing, woman!  Send
me
straight to hell!"

"With pleasure," Ellie said, quickly covering Andrea's very exposed clitoris
with her
mouth and sucking it into a greater state of hardness, feeling her victim
shudder in
sweet response.  Ellie teased the swollen bud of flesh with lips, teeth and
tongue,
extracting peals of lusty curses from Andrea.  And, for good measure, she
applied a
lavish dose of raspy tongue to the exposed underside of Adam's cock each time it
escaped Andrea's velvety embrace.

Between the tightness of his sister's pussy and the insanity behind Ellie's more
than
experienced tongue, Adam fell to his doom as his cock once again swelled before
coating Andrea's insides with love.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!"  Andrea just lost it, giving voice to long
unrealized pleasure as spurt after spurt splashed against her raw insides,
soothing the
flames and, for the moment, putting out the fire.  She hammered herself against
Adam, the impact causing her breasts to shake wildly.  Andrea reached down,
pulling
Ellie's face tighter against her, rotating her hips against the tongue which
continued
to flick and tease her clitoris.

All Adam could do was ride out Andrea's orgasmic storm as Ellie's masterful
mouth
brought his sister right to the brink - and politely kicked her to the point
from which
no return would ever be possible.  He could feel Andrea flooding his shaft and
balls
with hot, liquid love; whatever Ellie wasn't catching ran down the crack of his
buttocks,
causing quite a different sensation in itself. 

Andrea shuddered as the last of her orgasm cascaded through her, leaving
satisfaction
in its wake - along with something else.  Still trembling, Andrea rolled off
Adam to lay
panting beside him.  The rush of orgasm was being replaced with a feeling of
pure
terror as the realization of what she had done, not to mention who was partially
responsible for the quickly fading warmth.

Ellie sat on ebon haunches to watch the inevitable explosion of emotion she knew
would be arriving shortly.  Idly, she licked her lips, relishing the unique
taste of male
and female juices.  Her own lust reminded her of its presence by hardening her
nipples
and allowing a trickle of juice to flow from her.  Making a mental note to
resolve her
own horniness in a few moments, she returned her attention to Andrea and Adam.

Adam called out to his sister.  "Andy?  You okay over there?"  He reached out,
seeking
her hand.  As Adam made contact with his sister's cooling flesh, Andrea jerked
away
violently.

"Don't touch me!  Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Sis, we have to talk about this."  Adam kept the hurt from his voice as best he
could,
knowing if Andrea picked up on it, the situation would run out of control.

"There's nothing to talk about.  God, I feel so filthy!  My own brother - how
could I do
such a terrible thing?"

"You didn't do anything you didn't want to do," said Ellie as she placed a hand
on
Andrea's thigh, quite surprised when the other woman didn't flinch or pull away.

"Oh, yeah?  That's easy for you to say; you never fucked your brother before."
Guilt
had Andrea in its grip and was squeezing her heart and soul tightly in place
while
Confusion slapped her around.

"You sure about that, little girl?" Ellie asked, her voice dangerously low.
"You've only
had a tiny sample of what I've been through in my life.  I hardly think one roll
in the
hay qualifies you as an expert on the subject."

Andrea looked at Adam questioningly.  "What the fuck is she talking about?"
Adam
toyed his fingers, making a show of inspecting his fingernails.  Andrea grabbed
her
brother's hands to get his full attention.  "Answer me, damn you, before I lose
my
fucking mind!  What is she talking about?"

Adam cleared his throat, looking toward Ellie who nodded.  Turning his gaze onto
Andrea he said, "Devon and Ellie are not just Kenny's mother and father.
They're also
brother and sister, Andrea.  I know this is hard for you to hear - it was hard
for me to
listen to this when I was told."

"You mean to tell me you knew about all this and still agreed to be a part of
this
hideous sin?"  Andrea was incredulous.  "What the hell were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about my love for Kenny," Adam said before falling silent,
drawing a
deadly look from his sister.

"That's it?  All you have to say is you did it out of love?  What a crock of
shit!"  Andrea
burned with anger and, oh, yeah, shame as the two emotions warred against each
other for dominance.

Ellie's quiet voice reached Andrea's ears.  "You didn't think so a moment ago,
Andrea. 
You were all too willing to work out your sexual frustration on Adam's cock.
Would you
have joined in if you didn't love your brother?  Or do you make it a habit of
jumping
on the first hard cock you come across?"

Andrea bridled at Ellie's statement, her face reddening with both anger and
shame,
knowing the other woman's words had hit upon at least a couple of truths.  "I'll
have
you know I don't make it a habit of screwing anything with pants on," Andrea
shot
back heatedly.  "As for the rest of it, things got a little out of control."

Ellie remained unconvinced.  "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have implied such a thing. 
However, in control or not, you didn't seem to mind while things were taking
place. 
It wasn't until after the fact your mind objected."

Andrea hung her head as Ellie's words continued to echo in her mind.  True
enough,
the only thing which mattered was getting some relief; that she found it while
riding
Adam's maleness didn't really matter.  Or did it?  Andrea could feel her eyes
pooling
with hot, salty tears as the truth settled in to stay a while.

"I don't know what to think right now, even though I have to admit there is some
truth
to what you've said," Andrea admitted as her tears spilled down her cheeks.
Adam
fished around on the night stand until he found the box of tissues.

"Andy, there's no reason for you to be ashamed of what happened," Adam said as
he
dried his sister's face.  "If I've learned anything from this, it's there's
nothing wrong
with showing your love for those closest to you."  Adam reached up, gently
stroking
Andrea's face with the back of fingertips.

"But, I never thought about you in sexual terms!  Oh, you're a great looking guy
and
all, but you're still my brother."

"I have to admit to not thinking of you in those terms either," Adam confessed. 
"However, if this has done anything, it's shown me how much I really love you."

Andrea felt a fresh flood of tears collecting.  "What are you saying?  How can
you love
me after I practically attacked you like some crazed slut?"

Ellie moved closer to Andrea, taking her hands.  "Crazed, maybe.  Slut, well,
the jury
will have to deliberate on this one.  Still, what does it matter?  Can't you see
the main
issues here are love and happiness?"

"Love and happiness?"  Andrea's laugh contained a tinge of bitterness.  "I used
to know
what they were."

Ellie leaned closer, her lips brushing against Andrea's cheek.  "You can get to
know
them again."

"How?  If you think I'm having a hard time dealing with this, how do you think
Dale
will react?"  Andrea laughed.  "The boy will flip his lid!"

"What does Dale have to do with this?" Adam asked.  "This isn't about him at
all."

"Then, how...?" Andrea couldn't see where this was going.

"You can rediscover love and happiness here with us, Sis," Adam answered,
letting his
fingers trail along the contours of one breast.  "Just think of it!  No
pressures, no
hassles, no sense of being obligated to Dale and his tyrannical ways.  Think of
what it
would be like to be surrounded by people whose main goal in life is to make and
keep
you happy!"

"Even if it mean screwing me until I couldn't see straight?"

"If that's what it takes, yes."  Ellie answered, following Adam's lead by
letting one
manicured finger trace circles around Andrea's hardening nipple.  "You can be
sure
your every need will be tended to."

Andrea began to relax under the dual stimulation.  "What would Kenny have to say
about all of this?  I mean, he's my brother but he's is also her husband.  It
just doesn't
seem right for me to, uh, take him away from her."

"No chance of that, Andy," Adam answered.  "Believe me, Kenny wouldn't see this
as
an intrusion on your part."

"Besides," Ellie added, "There are more than enough men - and women, if you like
-
to go around."

"Huh?"

Adam grinned in the semi-darkness.  "Did you think your activities would be
limited
to me alone?"

"Well... yes."

"Guess again, Andrea.  Certainly, Kenny will want to love you again.  It stands
to
reason the rest of the family will want a piece of your cute ass as well!"

A vision of the entire Williams clan lined up before her popped into Andrea's
head. 
"This is so hard to deal with.  I don't want to seem like I'm some kind of sex
maniac."

Ellie laughed softly, letting her fingers toy with Andrea's navel.  "Compared to
the rest
of us, you're pretty tame.  For now, that is."

"I can see how this could help me," Andrea said, changing the subject while
shifting
her body slightly to allow Ellie better access to her tummy.  "How does all of
this help
solve my problems with Dale?"

Ellie's warm breath felt good against Andrea's exposed flesh as she answered.
"For
one, you'll have a better idea about loving and being loved.  Once you
understand the
way it's supposed to be, you can use your knowledge to educate your husband."

Andrea laughed nervously, partially out of uncertainty of Dale's compliance and
mostly
due to Adam's tongue on her nipple.  "Dale's one of those men who figures it's a
woman's place to put out on demand.  And then, it's his way or no way.  He could
care
less if I got what I wanted just as long as he got his rocks off."

Adam stopped his oral inspection of his sister's nipple.  "Well, then, your
choice is a
simple one.  You were planning to divorce him, right?"  Andrea moaned an
acknowledgment, a bit miffed at Adam for the stoppage.

"Then you should go ahead and rid yourself of him."  Having said this, Adam
returned
to his oral manipulation of Andrea's nipple.

Andrea's thinking was becoming fragmented by the mouth on her nipple and the one
approaching her rapidly heating center.  "Where will I go?  It's a safe bet he
won't let
me keep the house."

"You can stay here," Ellie said.  "We've got plenty of room, either here or
across the
lake.  Raise your knees for me, will you?  Thanks..."

Andrea gasped as Ellie's tongue split her outer labia.  "I... I wouldn't want
to, um,
impose on any of you.  Harder, please..."

Ellie's muffled reply was barely audible.  "No problem - on either account.
Now, hold
still..."

Any further discussion was deferred in favor of some in-depth, nonverbal talks.
For
the next hour, Andrea learned what it like to love and be loved, openly and
freely, with
no holds barred as Adam and Ellie took her to greater heights of passion.  As
wave
after wave of pleasure crashed against the shores of her soul, Andrea realized
her two
lovers asked nothing of her in return.  Taking a break from the near-relentless
assault
on her senses, Andrea watched as Adam moved within Ellie with long, sure
strokes. 
Of equal interest was Ellie's acceptance of her son-in-law's efforts as the
older woman
gave voice to each and every thrill sent her way, literally clawing and cursing
her way
through orgasm after orgasm.

Andrea felt, for lack of a better word, compelled to return the loving feelings
which had
been so lavishly heaped upon her.  Recalling her experience with Kendra, Andrea
did
her best to add to Ellie's pleasure by alternately sucking and biting Ellie's
nipples.  As
Ellie cried out in response, Andrea felt her confidence building, letting her
tongue trace
lazy patterns down Ellie's torso until she got a bird's eye view of hard
maleness
penetrating soft womanhood.

Andrea watched with rapt attention as the head of Adam's cock, pale in contrast
to
Ellie's dark folds, withdrew until only the head remained lodged within Ellie's
sweet
confines.  Emboldened by her newly found sexual freedom, Andrea whispered,
"Ellie,
let him take you from behind - I want to try something."  Ellie's response was
to groan
with feigned disappointment; nevertheless, she slid from under Adam, rolling to
one
side.  Andrea quickly took Ellie's place but facing in the opposite direction,
spreading
her legs high and wide.

Ellie smiled wickedly.  "I know what she wants, Adam.  Let's give it to her!"
Ellie then
straddled Andrea, covering the younger woman's face with dark, damp, pussy
before
burying her own face between Andrea's waiting thighs.  Adam positioned himself
over
Ellie's uplifted backside, lingering just a moment to savor the sight of his
sister's
tongue working at Ellie's engorged clitoris.  There being other fish to fry,
Adam slid
back into Ellie's welcome warmth.

>From her position under Ellie, Andrea had a perfect view as Adam worked more
cock
shaft into Ellie.  Above her, Ellie trembled under the dual assault of tongue
and man
meat, her cries of pleasure efficiently muffled as tried to keep up the frantic
pace. 
Andrea smiled as an orgasmic tremor set in, her body tensing and relaxing in
sweet
response.  Tilting her head back, Andrea alternated licking Ellie's clit and any
exposed
piece of Adam's cock which managed not to be swallowed by Ellie's gripping
orifice.

The three lovers moved with each other to the primal beat of their lust, each
giving
and taking.  As the old cliche goes, all good things, etc.  Andrea could
actually see
Adam's shaft grow thicker, his strokes becoming quicker and more insistent.  A
moment later, Andrea could see her brother's cock pumping jet after jet of man
cream
into Ellie.  Andrea tongued Ellie's swollen clit faster and harder, instigating
a string of
lusty curses from Ellie as her own pleasure peaked and overflowed, flooding
Andrea's
face with tangy essence.  As Ellie's vagina contracted, a flow of sperm escaped,
running along the contours of red, puffy labia before forming one large dollop
of seed. 
Andrea held her mouth open in anticipation of her brother's offering, moaning
loudly
as the salty droplet plopped into her mouth just about the same time Ellie's
demonic
tongue exorcized a toe-curling orgasm from somewhere deep within Andrea's soul.

The sound of wet, hot bodies was replaced by those of three people doing their
level
best to catch their respective breaths.  Andrea searched her soul for any signs
of
anguish over this incestuous act.  She had to admit the hot, tingling feelings
which
continued to wash over her felt right.  Still, there was one prominent thought
in her
heart, one which overlaid the orgasmic bliss.

Andrea knew, in her heart of hearts, she hadn't just been fucked; she had been
loved
and deliciously so.  Absent was the usual selfishness she'd known since her very
first
time.  Gone was the empty feeling left by men whose only care was their own
satisfaction.  Andrea realized she had been given something which transcended
mere
physical satisfaction - she had been given enlightenment.  Versed in the usual
ways
of making love, she had ventured into places women rarely went, let alone talked
about.

Andrea had known the touch of another woman for the first time earlier today.
She
shivered as she remember Kendra's loving, gentle loving which had been urgent
without rushing, insistent but not forceful.  Andrea knew how emotionally labile
she'd
been at that time, seeking comfort in any form.  Tonight was different.  Andrea
had
once again ventured into the unknown, this time of her own free will, accepting
Ellie's
love and returning it as well.  Another delightful shiver raced through Andrea
as she
remembered her first taste of a woman.  No fear, no hesitation - just welcome
acceptance and a need to love.

Andrea could feel sleep descending upon her as she looked toward Adam.  Damn! 
Andrea smiled dreamily, wondering why making love with him never occurred to her
before now while also realizing the silliness of her question.  Still, as sleep
claimed
Andrea, she vowed to correct this obvious oversight in her life.


Part V, Chapter Seventeen

Morning sunlight streamed in the curtained window, casting its warmth onto
Andrea,
who stretched luxuriously, happy and content.  And sat straight up, wide awake
and
wondering where in the name of God she was!  Looking around, she recognized the
well-appointed guest room... but how had she gotten in here?  Her last memory
was
of being in bed with, oh, shit, Ellie and Adam...

"Good morning," a baritone voice said, coming from her right, causing Andrea to
yelp
in surprise.  "Did you sleep well?"  Andrea turned toward the voice and found
Devon
sitting in the upholstered chair which occupied the room.

"Shit!  You scared me, Devon!  I slept just fine, thank you.  But..."

"Yes?"  Devon's smile was magnetic.

"How did I get back in here?"  Andrea gestured to take in the whole room.

"I happened to be looking for Ellie, knew she'd be with Adam - but I didn't
expect to
find you with them.  I figured it would be easier for you to wake up in your own
bed -
a lot less chance of any discomfort."

"Thanks," Andrea offered, carefully noticing Devon hadn't commented further on
her
presence in the bed, let alone her obvious state of undress at the time.  "About
last
night..."

Devon raised one long-fingered hand in dismissal.  "You don't have to explain
anything,
Andrea.  Especially if you're not, ah, comfortable about it."  Devon settled
back into the
comfortable chair, taking stock of his son-in-law's sister.  Earlier in the
morning, Ellie,
Adam, Devon, and Kendra had discussed the events of the night before, with Devon
drawing the short straw as the person Andrea would see upon awakening and to
answer the questions they knew she'd have.

"Oh, I'm all right," Andrea answered - and meant it.  She had never felt more
comfortable in her life, even after having the strangest experience in her
entire life. 
"What do you want to know?"

Devon laughed at Andrea's positive stance.  "If you're asking me, then you must
be
handling all of this better than we expected."  He nodded approval.  "That's
good,
Andrea.  To answer your question, I just want to know one thing."

"Go ahead," Andrea replied, feeling a confidence she'd never known before. 
Remarkable, since she was about to have a talk about getting laid to a man she
only
met once or twice before!

"Were you loved?"

"Was I ever!" Andrea exclaimed.  "You know, at first I though all of this sick
and
disgusting.  That was before I stopped looking at it from my old  perspective."
Andrea
shifted her position on the bed before continuing.  "Ellie and Adam had an
interesting
way to rid me of my old way of thinking, but it worked.  I never realized
something so
wrong could be so right."

Devon nodded in silent agreement.  "It does take some getting used to.  It took
Adam
a little longer to get used to being a part of our loving family.  But, as you
discovered,
he's well adjusted."

"That isn't all he is," Andrea muttered, her body remembering the utter joy of
being
filled by him.  Turning her attention back to Devon, Andrea asked, "So now what?
I
mean, what happens next?"

Devon regarded Andrea with a tilt of his head, as if not understanding the
question. 
"I don't know, Andrea; what do you want to happen next?"

Andrea fixed Devon with a puzzled look of her own.  "Am I expect to 'join up' or
something?"

"Don't be silly!  Of course not!"

"Then..."  Andrea's confusion was parading itself openly.  "I don't get it."

Devon shrugged.  "What's there to get?  You are Adam's sister and, thus, a
member
of the family.  We wouldn't treat you any different than we do Adam who, by the
way,
is here by his choice.  He could have walked out on Kenny and the rest of us on
the
first night.  Hell, he still can."

"He's still here," Andrea said, understanding where Devon was going.

"Exactly.  I know of your plans to divorce Dale and I'm supposed to tell you
that you're
welcome to stay here."  He looked around the room expansively.  "This room will
be
yours, of course.  As Adam will attest, you won't want for anything."

"What's the catch, Devon?  This is too good to be true."

"You wound me, Andrea - there's no catch, no gimmicks, no nothing.  Just the
family
reaching out to another family member in need."

"I wouldn't have to, uh, you know, earn my keep?"

Devon frowned his displeasure.  "Just allowing the family to help you is reward
enough
for us.  Please don't insult us by implying you have to do something in return."

Andrea's face reddened at Devon's mild rebuke.  "I'm sorry, Devon.  It's just...
damn! 
This has all been like a dream to me, one I don't want to wake up from.  I could
leave
Dale today and spend the rest of my life here without missing him one bit."

"And, pray tell, why is that?"

Andrea thought carefully over her answer, sighing deeply.  "Because I know
everyone
here will love me, even those of you who are just getting to know me.  And I
need to
show my love to everyone who loves me."

"Well, then," Devon said while getting to his feet, giving Andrea a good long
look at his
trim form as well as the outline of his maleness.  Devon smiled before
announcing,
"It's all settled.  Let someone know what you want to do and we'll see about
getting
things in order.  Are you hungry?  For food, I mean," letting Andrea know he was
aware of her gaze.

"I'm starving," Andrea replied.  "And not just for food, if you catch my drift."

"I do, indeed.  You'll have plenty of time to feed yourself.  For now, though,
let's get
you showered and fed.  Pancakes or waffles?"

Andrea smiled brilliantly at Devon, already knowing what decision she'd make.
"Yes."

"Yes?  Yes, pancakes or yes, waffles?"

"Yes."

"Women," Devon uttered as he left Andrea to her morning ablutions.

*   *   *

Andrea arrived for breakfast some twenty minutes later, feeling well-rested and
full of
energy.  Freshly showered and outfitted in jeans, T-shirt and light sweater, she
joined
the rest of family, taking a seat next to Kendra.  Kendra acknowledged Andrea's
presence with a nod, turning her attention momentarily to something Ellie was
saying.

"...so, we won't need to make any other changes.  There'll be plenty of room for
everyone."

Adam and Kendra both nodded in agreement.  "Not that it makes much difference,"
said Adam, giving everyone a sample of his magnetic smile.  "We usually don't
spend
much time in our rooms - sleeping, that is."  Kendra giggled.

Devon spoke up, taking in Andrea with his warm glance.  "All there is to settle
now is
a buy-in from Andrea."

"Buy-in to what?" Andrea asked between a mouth full of waffles.

"Well, I told everyone about our conversation this morning.  Depending on your
answer, we'd love to have you stay here with us."

Andrea sat her fork on the plate carefully, having nearly dropped it upon
hearing
Devon's announcement.  She looked at everyone around the table, taking those few
seconds to make the biggest decision in her life since accepting Dale's marriage
proposal.  Andrea looked at Devon as if some ulterior motive could be found on
his
handsome features.  Instead, she saw only the quiet confidence everyone in this
family
seemed to possess.

Turning her head slightly, she looked in Ellie's eyes, finding the same
confidence along
with a look which promised a lot of interesting days and nights.  Andrea
shivered
involuntarily as both her mind and body remembered the sensations delivered by
Ellie
just mere hours ago.  Putting the memory aside she looked at Kendra and another
shiver raced up her spine.

"Get a grip, girl," she told herself before allowing her gaze to settle on Adam.
Even
though born of different roots, he was clearly a member of this family, fairly
oozing the
Williams family confidence and sexuality.  Who would have thought the best sex
she'd
ever experienced had come from the last person she ever dreamed of?

Feeling as if she were taking too long to answer, Andrea cleared her throat
before
speaking.  "After everything which has happened in the last twenty-four hours or
so,
the first thing I have to say I'm not  really clear about what has really
happened." 
Andrea managed a weak smile, shaking her head.  "Still, I'd be lying if I said I
didn't
enjoy every minute of it."  Andrea could feel tears welling in her eyes; Kendra
placed
a warm, comforting hand on hers.

"Take you time, Andy; we all know how important a decision this is.  It's not
easy
giving up one way of life for another."

Andrea nodded.  "Dale and I, well, things haven't turned out the way I had
hoped. 
Last night, Adam and Ellie showed me what it was like to be loved unselfishly."
Tears
spilled down Andrea's cheeks, falling softly onto the simple tablecloth covering
the
cherry wood table.  "I want more of this kind of love."

Ellie spoke quietly.  "Even if it means receiving it from Adam?"

"Yes.  It was one of the things which makes my decision an easy one."  Andrea
dabbed
at her eyes, feeling her resolve return.  She looked once more at everyone
seated at
the table, drawing strength from them and feeling the outpouring of love.  "If
Adam
could make love to me without batting an eye and not feeling bad about it, then
how
could I do any less?  After all, he's my baby brother and I can't let him one-up
me!" 
Adam rolled his eyes and placed a hand over his heart as if wounded.

"My answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes.  I want to be here with you and
experience the love and joy you share every day.  Of course, I'll have to let
Dale know
I won't be coming home."  She sighed.  "You know, I'm leaving my husband and I
don't
feel bad about it at all."

"As well you shouldn't," came a deep baritone voice.  Heads turned toward the
new
voice as Lorne Williams entered the room, followed closely by Etienne and
Kymber.

"Mother.  Father.  Grandmother."  Devon nodded to each in turn.  "It's good to
see
you, but I thought you were on vacation."

"We were." said Eti, taking a seat next to Andrea.  "Until your father he had
enough
of lying around playing victim."  Turning, Eti flashed a smile at Andrea.
"Andrea!  It's
really good to see you again!  How long has it been... since the wedding,
right?"

Andrea blushed under the rapt attention being paid to her.  "Yes, ma'am.  It's
good to
see all of you again," she greeted, accepting a kiss from Kymber on the cheek.

"Ma'am?  Please, child - you make me sound ancient!  Call me Eti."  Andrea's
blush
deepened.  Lorne circled around the elegant table until he stood next to Devon.

"What's this about Andrea leaving her husband, Dev?"  The look Lorne gave his
son
said he wouldn't be put off by some half-assed answer.  Andrea's mouth opened to
answer but snapped shut with a look from Lorne.

"Andrea has decided to leave Dale and move in with us."  Devon showed no fear or
intimidation.  Lorne's eyebrows threatened to crawl up his forehead and down the
back.

"Ah, might I ask...?"

"She knows, Dad."  Devon looked at Andrea giving her a big wink.

"I see," Lorne said, continuing to circle the table until he stood behind Kendra
and
Adam, who at least had the good sense to look nervous.  "Andrea?"

Andrea swallowed.  "Yes, sir?"

"Before I welcome you to the family, I want to be sure you understand what
you're
getting into."

"I think I do, Dr. Williams."

"If I'm not being too pushy, might I ask why you're so sure?" Lorne asked, even
though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

Andrea looked lovingly at Ellie for a moment before letting her gaze fall onto
Adam. 
Lorne's only response was to raise a single eyebrow.  "Hmm.  Well, I suppose the
matter is settled."

"Pretty much, Dr. Williams," Andrea said.  "Look, I've discovered what your
family is
all about and even though I was shocked at first, I've had time to think about
it all and
the whole thing makes sense.  In fact..." Andrea's voice trailed off, her eyes
going out
of focus as she looked at Devon.

"Andrea?" Lorne asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

Andrea became aware of the entire family watching her with looks of concern
crossing
their faces.  "Damn!  I'm sorry!  My, uh, train of thought got derailed for a
moment."

Lorne had noticed Andrea's lapse of attention occurred when she looked at Devon.

Even though the oldest of the assembled group, he wasn't so old he could tell
Andrea
had designs on his son.  "Well, we stopped by to have a talk with Ellie, Kenny
and
Adam about a few things, so if you'll excuse us for a while..."

"Sure, Dr. Williams.  I've got to go upstairs and get the bed made anyway."
Andrea
turned to leave the room and remembered something.  "Devon?  If you're not busy,
would you give me a hand moving the chest of drawers?  I need to get something
which fell behind it while I was dressing."

Devon took a moment to glance at his father, who nodded.  "Sure, Andrea.  I'll
be
along in a moment."  Andrea smiled brightly and left for her room.  Devon's
attention
was held by the sight of firm bottom before being drawn back to his father's
presence.

"Son," Lorne began.  "I hope you know what you're doing; it's an awful big risk
you're
running by allowing Andrea access to the family in this manner."

"Dad, if what Adam and Ellie told me is true - and I don't have any reason not
to
believe either of them, Andrea will fit in just fine.  You'll see!"

"I hope you're right," Lorne conceded, clamping a fatherly hand on Devon's
shoulder. 
"Well, I'm off to talk to the rest of the horde; stop by when you get done."

"Okay, Dad."

*   *   *

As Andrea fussed over folding the comforter, she felt as if a great weight had
been
lifted from her soul.  It had been one thing to think about Adam's in-laws as
being part
of the overall family; however, it was something else to be in their presence,
looking
into their odd-colored eyes and fairly basking in their magnetism.  "Especially
Etienne,"
Andrea whispered to herself.  There was something about the woman which reminded
her of Kendra - only a thousand times more calm and a million times more
intense. 
Andrea interrupted her introspective review upon hearing the light tapping on
the
bedroom door.  "Come on in, Devon," she called out, feeling her pulse begin to
race.

Devon's head appeared around the open edge of the door.  "Ready to move the
chest?"
he asked, stepping into the room.

"Sure, just give me a second to square this away."  Looking up at Devon just for
an
instance send an unbelievable chill through her.  "This is one good looking
man," she
thought.  "And," her libido supplied, "he looks to be well equipped to handle
things, if
you know what I mean."  Andrea smiled despite herself.

"Okay, I'm ready!"  Andrea crossed the room, wiping her hands on her thighs.
Finding
a place for her hands, she looked up at Devon, who had also gotten a grip on his
side
of the chest.  Their eyes met and Andrea felt her jaw slacken just a little at
the
contact.

"On three, okay?  One... Two... Three!"  Devon's muscles locked as he brought
his
strength to bear against the oak chest.  With Andrea's help, the massive piece
of
furniture move all of two inches, enough for Andrea to look behind it.

"Whoa!  There it is!"  Andrea could see her lost object glinting in the
sunlight.

"Okay," Devon said, slightly winded.  "Let me know when you're ready to put this
thing
back."

Andrea bent over and wiggled her hand into the small space, her fingers fishing
for
some purchase on the object.  With a grunt, she managed to loop a finger around
the
edge; from there, it was a simple matter to extract it.  "There!" she said
triumphantly,
standing and holding her prize up for Devon to see.

"I can see why you'd want to get that back," Devon said while nodding to the
contraceptive bracelet dangling from Andrea's fingers.

"Yeah, I took it off to shower this morning and it must have fallen of the
back." 
Andrea slipped the bracelet back over her wrist, feeling the expected tingle
when the
bracelet's sensor reestablished contact with the sensor just under her skin.
"The
bracelet does its job, but it can be a pain in the ass sometime.  Whoever
invented this
damned thing must have been out of their mind."

Devon chuckled.  "He can be a bit goofy when he feels like it, but I hardly
think my
father is out of his mind."

Andrea turned to face Devon, her face reddening.  "Oh, shit.  You mean Lorne is
THE
Dr. Williams, the one who invented this?"

"The one and only."

"I feel so stupid."

"You shouldn't blame yourself.  Look at it this way; it's better than taking
pills or
having your plumbing cut on."

"You've got that right," Andrea agreed, sighing heavily.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing.  I was just thinking about Dale."

For a moment, Devon felt irritated at the mention of Andrea's husband.  "What
about
him?"

Andrea flopped down across the bed, positioning herself so she could see Devon.
"I
was just thinking about the argument we had over having children."

Devon sat on the bed facing Andrea, grateful to sit.  "I take it he wasn't
overly fond of
the idea."

"Hmpf.  That's putting it mildly.  The boy lost his ever-loving mind.  Told me
he didn't
want to be burdened with the responsibility of bringing a new life into the
world." 
Andrea sighed.  "At first, I thought he'd change his mind, you know, after we'd
been
married a while longer."

Devon felt a twinge of sympathy for the younger woman.  "Was this the reason why
things went sour between you?"

"Partly.  The other part was because he just wants to have things his way all
the time,
like nothing I could say or do was good enough for him."

"And now you think you've found what you're looking for with us."  More
statement
than question.

Andrea propped herself up on an elbow, staring intensely at Devon.  "Yes, I do.
Why
do you ask?  Do you think I'm making a mistake?"

"No," Devon said.  "I don't.  I'm just wondering if our way of life is the best
thing for
you.  There are a lot of things to be taken into consideration, some nice, some
not-so-
nice."

"My little session with Adam and Ellie crammed a lot into my head, Devon,"
Andrea
said confidently.  "Yeah, there's the no holds barred intimacy and the
implications
behind it.  From where I'm sitting, though, the good outweighs the bad here."
Andrea
sat up suddenly, looking intently at Devon.  "May I ask you something?"

Devon shrugged.  "Sure - go ahead.  One of the things you'll learn around here
is we
have no secrets from each other."

"You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

Devon's eyebrows rose in surprise.  "You know, since you asked, no.  Well, not
in the
conventional sense anyway."

Andrea nodded, more to herself than in response to Devon's answer.  "I thought
so."

"What does my not ever having a girlfriend have to do with anything?"  Devon was
clearly puzzled.

"Everything.  You've never had to go looking for love and affection, never had
to go
through the disappointments most guys go through when they grow up."

"Oh, I know all about the disappointment.  I've seen what it did to some of the
guys
I hung around with in school."

"But you've never gone through it yourself."

"Well, no.  I suppose not.  What's your point?"

Andrea smiled sweetly at Devon.  "My point is you've never had to experience the
special feeling one gets when they meet the right person."

Devon could now see what Andrea was getting at.  "Ah, of course.  You're saying
because I've always had my relationship with my family, I've always had all my
physical and emotional needs taken care of.  You know, I never really looked at
it from
that perspective."

Andrea moved closer to Devon, stretching out beside him.  "My point exactly.
See, I
know this is right for me.  I need to love and be loved while being free to
explore
myself without having to deal with recriminations.  It's just a simple fact of
when it's
right, you know it."

Devon looked at Andrea in a different light, having most of his early fears put
to bed. 
>From the descriptions provided by both Adam and Ellie, Devon was afraid Andrea's
motive were purely sexual in nature.  Devon allowed himself a mental shrug,
reminding himself there was some truth to the sexual aspect.  Oh, but wouldn't
it be
interesting having someone other than Kymber to make love with.  With a
practiced
eye, Devon let his gaze flow over Andre's lithe form, noticing he way her
clothing clung
to every curve.  And, he couldn't help but notice, she had some pretty good
sized
nipples...

Andrea was very much aware of Devon's silent appraisal, hoping he liked what he
was
seeing.  Without making it obvious to Devon, Andrea coyly rearranged her
position on
the bed, giving Devon a look at her backside (and hoping it wasn't as fat as she
thought).  Even without being able to see Devon, Andrea could feel his gaze upon
her
and, shit, it felt good to be appreciated for being a woman.

"Andrea," Devon said, forcing himself to focus more on the conversation than on
Andrea's lovely body.  "As my father does, I hope you've made the right decision
for
yourself.  Speaking for the family - my part of it, that is - we welcome you and
look
forward to making your stay with us as pleasant as possible."

Andrea was barely paying attention to Devon's warm words.  Instead, she was
listening
to a more insistent voice, one born of primal passion and desire.  Suddenly,
Andrea
was very much aware of the aura of masculinity being projected by Devon.  Her
position on the bed not allowing her to look at him didn't matter; she could
feel him
and, oh, God, did she want him.

"Devon?" Andrea took a split second in deciding her fate.

"Yes?"

Place your feet right on the edge and just fall forward...

"Make love to me."

For probably the first time in his life, Devon hesitated before answering.  True
enough,
he wanted Andrea; hearing the details of her evening with Ellie and Adam made
her
much more desirable.  On the other hand, Devon knew his desire was being fueled
by
sheer lust.  This wasn't about showing love for another in their special way;
no, this
was about a good old fashioned bone-jumping.  Still, inbred responses kicked in.

Licking his lips, Devon said, "You sure this is what you want?"

Andrea's answer was to sit up, neatly pivoting on her bottom until she faced
Devon. 
Crossing her arms over and down, she removed her top in one smooth motion to
reveal
a pair of small but perky breasts, each topped by semi-hard nipples.  Andrea
cupped
a breast in each hand, massaging her nipples to full erection.

"I've never more sure of anything.  I want you."  Andrea's passionate blush,
once
limited to her face, began to spread along her neck and shoulders before
creeping
along the upper contours of her breasts.

Andrea leaned forward to crush her mouth against Devon's, submitting to the
passion. 
Tongues sought each other, tasting and  discovering while hands made themselves
familiar.  Andrea moaned as Devon's hands explored the soft globes of her
breasts
before making their way down to the waistband of her pants.

Reluctantly, the kiss was broken just long enough for Andrea to wiggle out of
her pants
while Devon hurriedly removed his clothing, exposing his muscular frame.  Andrea
lay
back on the bed, her arms open and inviting, not wanting to waste one precious
moment.

As Devon eased himself into her embrace and his lips began to explore the flesh
just
behind her left ear, Andrea realized there was more than just lust and passion
at work
here.  From the very first moment she laid eyes on him, Andrea had felt drawn to
Devon, a feeling which had soothed and frightened her.  As Devon's tongue traced
an
interesting pattern along one nipple, causing Andrea to shiver with delight, a
part of
her knew she had fallen in love with him.

Andrea cradled Devon's head to her chest as he sucked each nipple in turn,
raising her
excitement and bringing the heat to searing levels.  She reached between their
perspiring bodies and found him hot, hard, and throbbing within her grasp.  Her
fingers
toyed with the silken flesh of his shaft causing Devon to gasp with pleasure.
Andrea
couldn't wait to feel Devon inside of her - but first things first...

Wriggling out of Devon's embrace, Andrea moved between Devon's legs before
lowering her mouth onto his stiff member, effectively cutting off any protests.
The
couple moaned in unison as Andrea slid two thick inches of man meat into her
mouth,
savoring the musky scent and the slightly spicy taste of the man under her.
Slowly,
Andrea's head began a bobbing motion, each  downward plunge gathering more of
Devon's shaft into the deep recesses of her throat.  Devon's hands cradled and
stroked
Andrea's face as he settled in to enjoy the oral attention, his features
alternating
between smiles and grimaces as Andrea eagerly sucked him.

*   *   *

"Be sure to tell Dev to give me a call later this evening," Lorne said, kissing
first Ellie
then Kendra before joining Kymber and Etienne at the front door.  "He must be
rearranging the whole room for Andrea!"

Adam, standing behind wife and mother-in-law, hid a smirk behind his hand.
"Devon's
rearranging something, alright.  But I don't think it's furniture."  The
departing
Williams', along with Ellie and Kendra, turned to look at Adam.

"Are you suggesting my son is doing unsavory things with your sister, young
man?"
Kymber asked with mock seriousness.

"I'd say it's a safe bet, knowing my sister."

*   *   *

Andrea tossed her head back, a silent scream of pleasure poised to escape her
lips as
Devon drove deeper into her, his hands spreading tender buttocks to allow deeper
penetration into her wetness. 

"Oh, God, yes!  Give me more, baby!  Slide that hard cock in up to your balls!
Fuck
me, Devon, oh, shit, fuck me til I can't see straight!"

All Devon could do was grunt in reply.  Perspiration dripped into his eyes,
stinging
them, before splashing onto Andrea's upturned ass.  For Devon, it was pure bliss
being
able to see and feel Andrea's entire body shake under his hard, insistent
strokes as
well as hearing her impassioned pleas for more.  Better still was the incredible
feeling
offered by Andrea's overheated sheath as it continued to grip him convulsively,
bringing him closer to completion.  A hard thrust, quickly followed by an even
harder
thrust and Devon began the delicious task of filling Andrea with his seed.

"Oh, God!  Oh, yes!  Do it!"  Andrea's cries dwindled into incoherent babble as
her own
orgasm caught up with her.  With all the force she could muster, Andrea clamped
down
on Devon's jerking cock, trapping him deep inside until, finally, Devon grew
soft
enough to fall out of her velvet embrace.

"Damn!  You really know how to move furniture, don't you?" asked Andrea.

Equally exhausted, Devon replied, "Something moved, but I'll be damned if I know
what.  You okay?"

"Hmm, never better.  You wanna know something?"

"What's that?"

"I'm hungry."

"Well," Devon chuckled.  "Moving furniture is hard work."  Devon patted Andrea's
firm -
and slightly moist - bottom before starting to rise and dress.

"Devon?  You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

"You know what happened between me and Kendra, don't you?"

"I heard about it, yes."

"Then you know I've never done anything like that before."

"It's what I heard.  Why does it concern you?"

"I can't say if 'concerned' is the word I would use to describe how I feel about
it."

Devon paused in the middle of putting on a sock.  "If you're not concerned, then
what's
up here?"

"It bothers me how easily I gave in to Kenny, not to mention how much I enjoyed
it." 
Andrea shivered at the memory of Kendra's oral pleasures while feeling her
nipples
harden.

"So?  Kenny's a little hard to resist, if I must say so myself."

"It's just that I never thought I would enjoy having another woman doing things
to me. 
Then, to top things off, my mother walked in on us."

Devon raised an eyebrow.  "Did she really?  I didn't know..."

Andrea managed a little smile.  "Oh, she most certainly did.  Things got a
little ugly for
a moment, but I think my mom understood what was going on, especially after
Kenny
had her say about it all."

Devon could easily imagine the scene.  Kenny's imperturbable calm matched up
against a shocked and, probably, outraged parent.  "I'll bet it was something to
see."

"It was, believe me.  Funny thing, though.  My mother didn't really seem to be
all that
upset.  Concerned, yes.  But not the raving lunatic I would have expected."
Andrea
shrugged.

Completely dressed, Devon held out his hand to Andrea.  "Come on, let's go raid
the
fridge."

*   *   *

Allison Harrison's eyes widened in surprise when, upon opening the door, she
found
Kendra waiting patiently.  "Hello, Kendra!  What brings you here?"

"Hi, Mrs.  Harrison," Kendra answered while laughing.

"What's so funny?" the older woman asked.

"Well, we're both 'Mrs.  Harrison...'"

Allison beamed.  "You're right - we are!  Come on in!"  She stepped back to
allow
Kendra inside.

"I came by to pick up Andrea's things.  She's going to be spending some time
with us."

"I see.  She's decided to leave Dale after all, then."  Allison sat down
wearily.  "Tell me,
Kendra - do you think she's making the right decision?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Mrs.  Harrison.  What does matter is what
Andrea
thinks."  Kendra thought for a moment before continuing.  "Do I believe she's
right? 
Well, I know if Adam were to treat me the same way Dale does Andrea, I wouldn't
stay
with him."

"That's a fair answer, dear," Allison said.  "Personally, she should have left
him a long
time ago, but it wasn't for me to say."

The living room fell into a nervous silence.  Kendra's gaze remained fixed on
the elder
Mrs. Harrison, patiently waiting for the other woman to do... whatever.

Without bothering to look up, Allison could feel Kendra's unusual eyes on her.
Just
knowing the young woman was watching  made Allison flush with warmth.  Allison
knew she should show Kendra where Andrea's things were being kept but, for some
reason, she didn't want Kendra to stop looking at her.

Not wanting to be rude or rush the other woman, Kendra's gaze flicked to her
watch,
which wasn't missed by Allison.  "I suppose we should get Andy's things loaded
up,
huh?"  Allison said, trying to keep a twinge of disappointment from her voice.

"Whatever you say, Mrs.  Harrison.  I do have a doctor's appointment in a couple
of
hours," Kendra answered, patting the growing bulge under her maternity dress.

"One thing, Kendra.  Please call me Allison or Mom, whichever you prefer.
There's no
need for us to stand on formality - you're family now."

"Thank you... Allison."  Kendra's wide smile seemed to make the room brighter.
"I'm
right behind you!"

Once in Andrea's former bedroom, the two women set to the task of collecting
those
things Andrea might need.  They worked quickly and in relative silence, speaking
only
to ask a question about this dress or which pair of shoes.  Fifteen minutes
later,
Andrea's belongings were neatly packed and ready to go.  Kendra picked up one of
the
smaller suitcases and turned for the door.

"Kendra, would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?"

"No, not at all.  As you said, we're family now and I've nothing to hide."
Kendra put
the suitcase down and went to join Allison, who had taken a seat on the edge of
the
bed.  "Ask your question, please."

"Are you a lesbian?"  Allison's question was right to the point, making Kendra
smile
with approval.

"You're asking this because of what you saw here the other day."  A statement,
not
answering a question with a question.

"Yes.  I must admit what I saw disturbed me a little and, frankly, I wanted to
know."

"Not wanting to insult you but, as you can see, I am happily bisexual, if you
must put
a label on me," Kendra said, rubbing her swollen belly.

"And you're comfortable with this?"  Allison asked, clearly embarrassed at
having
overlooked the obvious.

"Allison, there's nothing for me to be uncomfortable about.  I've been this way
since
birth."  Kendra sighed, unsure if she really answered Allison's question.
Finally, she
said, "For me, it's all about loving and being loved.  I'm sorry, but it's the
only way I
can explain it."

Allison nodded, envying the younger woman's easy acceptance of who and what she
was.  Absently, Allison said, "I don't think I've ever seen any so...
stimulating."

"Pardon?"

"You and Andy making love.  I was shocked when I first saw the two of you
together
but, after a few seconds, I realized I had never seen anything so hot and
exciting." 
Allison managed a wry smile before adding, "For a moment, I found myself wishing
it
was me instead of Andy."  Having made this announcement, Allison suddenly felt
as
if a great weight had been removed from her. 

Kendra matched Allison's smile with one of her own.  "It could have been you -
you
needed only to ask," she said, causing Allison head to snap up in surprise.

"Right.  An old woman like me, wishing for something she could never have.
You're
so sweet to say this."

"I'm not being patronizing, Allison.  It could have easily been you there being
loved,
if it was what you wanted."

Allison blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth spreading through her body.
"You
can't be serious!"

"I'm always serious about these things, Allison - love is not to be taken
lightly."

"You are saying," Allison began - and hoping it was true - "if I asked you to
make love
to me, you'd do it."

"Absolutely."

Allison chuckled.  "I wouldn't know what to do.  I've never had the experience."

"You underestimate yourself.  Besides, what's there to know?  You just let go of
your
feelings and bring them to the surface; love will take care of the rest."

"You make it sound so easy," Allison said wistfully.  "And so tempting."

Kendra reached over to take Allison's hands, unsurprised to find them trembling.
To
Kendra's experienced eye, she knew the older Mrs.  Harrison was ready to take
the
plunge, right here, right now.  "It really is that easy and, as far as tempting,
well,
would you like to find out?"

At Kendra's offer, Allison felt as if all the blood had drained from her head to
collect in
the deepest reaches of her body.  What had she gotten herself into and why?  The
concerned mother in her had wanted to know the answers to the questions asked
but
the woman in her had been jealous of her daughter for having a chance to
experience
an intimacy she had only read about.  Allison could readily remember the look on
Andrea's face as Kendra eased orgasm after orgasm from her - the sheer pleasure
and
ecstacy clearly taking her daughter to places unexplored.

And she wanted to know what Andrea knew.

"I'd like that, Kendra," Allison said, all the while wondering who had uttered
the words.

"Then let's explore the possibilities, shall we?" Kendra asked before moving
close and
planting a kiss on Allison's cheek.  "You wanted answers and the only way to get
them
is to experience it for yourself."

Her voice a mere whisper, Allison said, "Yes..."

"Let's begin," Kendra whispered, her hands undoing the buttons on Allison's sun
dress.


Part V, Chapter Eighteen

Allison's back arched, her whole body one gigantic spasm as yet another orgasm
rippled its way along her nerves, inflaming her soul.  Each practiced touch from
Kendra
sent Allison tumbling further out of control - and not giving a flying fuck
about it.

"Please... stop for a moment!"  Kendra did as she was asked, absently wiping the
copious flow of juices from her face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes.  No.  Shit, I don't even know!  I need to know something before you drive
me
insane!"

"What's that?"

"Can we do this together?  I mean, it's not right for you to, shit, do all the
work."

"I don't mind, really," Kendra replied.  "But, yes, we can do this together, if
you're
ready to try it?"

"Why the hell not?" Allison replied, smiling at her own raunchiness.  "I've gone
this
far."

"Suit yourself," Kendra said, rising from her place between Allison's quivering
legs. 
Turning until her luscious bottom pointed in the right direction, Kendra gently
and
slowly straddled Allison's face until she could feel her hot, moist breath on
her flesh. 
When Kendra knew her own sex was within easy reach, she prepared to return to
the
task at hand, spreading Allison's legs high and wide.

"Now where were we?  Oh, yes - right about... here!"  Kendra returned to eating
Allison
with relish, not really caring whether the other woman returned the favor or not
- but
knowing she would.  Kendra wasn't disappointed when she felt Allison's tentative
first
licks, her soft yet raspy tongue teasing along the outer folds of her sex.

Deep inside of Allison, a jumble of emotions were taking place.  To begin with,
there
was the joy of making love; once her initial nervousness wore off, Allison found
it easy
to settle into the sights, sounds, and smells of sex.  Well, almost easy.  While
the
familiar sensations of being eaten were working their way along Allison's nerve
endings, it was the not-so-familiar feelings which made what was happening less
familiar than normal.  Where Roger's hands were rougher and stronger, the hands
under her ass were perhaps not as strong, but definitely softer.  The tongue
working
between the heated, slick folds of her pussy was more insistent yet gentler than
anything she'd ever experienced.

Allison laughed softly against the downy softness of Kendra muff.  Experience?
What
experience could she be thinking of?  Allison had only seen women making love in
the
tacky movies she and Roger watched when they were years younger.  But now she
was
living it, feeling Kendra's clitoris sliding between her hungry lips.

The two women ate at each other - it was heady and wild - mother-in-law and
daughter-in-law, locked in the throes of primal passion.  Kendra, with practiced
ease,
brought Allison into orgasm after orgasm while Allison, inexperienced at the
ways of
Sappho, tried to give as good as she was getting.

At the moment, Allison's attention was focused on Kendra's anal opening,
flicking her
tongue over the wrinkled opening.  Reflex took hold as Kendra's buttocks
tightened in
response, emboldening Allison to experiment further.  While her tongue busied
itself
in the wet confines of Kendra's pussy, Allison slipped the tip of one finger
into Kendra's
ass, feeling the younger woman respond by pushing against the invading digit
until it
was in up to the second knuckle.

Pleased she had found something to give Kendra in return, Allison got busy
working
her finger into Kendra's forbidden entrance.  It didn't take long before the
other
woman was thrashing against the dual stimulation and, seconds later, Allison was
rewarded with the hot gush of Kenny's release, feeling Kenny's clit (Christ, it
was big)
pulsing and jerking with each spurt of liquid.

Not to be outdone, Kendra lifted her head slightly and with a quick stab,
inserted her
thumb into Allison ass and two fingers into her pussy.  The older woman
stiffened at
the assault, surprised at the suddenness of the intrusion and knowing she was
close
to the edge.

"No..." Allison moaned.  "Not yet, please!  Make it last a little longer!"  It
was hard
fighting against the building pleasure wave as fingers and tongue worked
feverishly to
accomplish their task.

"The time for waiting is over, Allison," Kendra said softly.  "You have to
experience the
love we have to offer you."   Having said that, Kendra launched into a vicious
attack
on Allison's vulnerable body and emotions, letting the wave build then recede
over and
over, deriving her own pleasure from the sounds of protest and pleasure
streaming
from her mother-in-law.

The wave crested inside Allison and this time she knew there would be no
stopping it. 
It hit her hard, washing over her tortured senses, searing her nerves in white
hot
flames.  Allison was dimly aware of an incredible wetness between her splayed
legs,
just as she barely registered the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking.

"Oh, my God... NO!" Allison screamed as the torrent of pleasure rushed through
her
in all its forbidden glory.  Nothing she and Roger ever did together compared to
this
singular joy.  Even in her emotional ruin, Allison's mind frantically searched
for some
familiar ground to latch onto, a vain effort to anchor what was left of her
soul.  In a
moment which seemed to last forever, Allison felt conflict explode inside of
her,
momentarily feeling the guilt and shame of what was happening to her.  Women
shouldn't do these things to each other - only a man can make a woman feel this
way! 
The attempt failed and Allison gave in to the ecstasy, burning in the flames of
lust.

*   *   *

Kendra moved away from Allison's sweating, writhing body, placing a comforting
hand
on the older woman's exposed thigh.  Some instinct was telling her Allison was
in
distress despite being caught in the throes of orgasm, so she sat and waited,
her own
body unwinding from the sexual tension it had been exposed to.

After long minutes, Allison's brown eyes opened, her skin flushed a dusky red
hue and
she shook her head attempting to clear the fuzziness.  Lips parted, Allison took
a
couple of deep breaths before sitting up, only to feel the room start to spin.

"Lie back, Allison," Kendra said softly.

"I feel so strange," Allison muttered.  "Like I've been drinking all day."

Kendra smiled at the analogy.  "That was a pretty strong orgasm - it'll take a
few
minutes before you get it all together."

Allison did as she was told, immediately relieved when the spinning stopped.
Once her
head cleared, Allison took stock of her condition.  Perspiration and other
fluids soaked
the sheets beneath her and, certainly, her hair was a mess.  Looking up and to
her
right a little, she saw Kendra's pregnant and naked form, absently taking note
of the
more than gentle swelling abdomen and the larger than usual breasts, filling
with milk
for the yet-to-be-born infant.  An intense feeling of guilt and shame lowered
itself onto
Allison's thoughts, drowning out the pleasurable feelings which now felt very
distant. 
Tears welled up and flowed over clenched eyelids as the realization took hold.

"My God, what have I done?"  Allison sobbed.

"Nothing you didn't want to do, Allison."

Ignoring the words meant to comfort her, Allison continued.  "What would Roger
think
of me if he found out?"

Kendra placed a hand on Allison's thigh.  "He'd think you are one sexy lady.  I
know
that's what I think."  Kendra stood, looking for her discarded clothing.
Turning, she
looked back at Allison and added, "That's what Adam and Andrea would think,
too."

At the mention of her children, Allison became a little more agitated.  "What
are you
trying to say, Kendra?  That my own children would think I'm sexy?  That's
sick."

"A while ago, you felt the same way about two women making love," Kendra
replied,
watching with some satisfaction as Allison's face went beet red.  Still, she
continued
to protest, albeit weakly.

"That's different," Allison said, her face burning.  "We're two consenting
adults and
you're only related to me by marriage."

"So?  What's your point?"

Allison turned toward Kendra, her eyes ablaze.  "The point is it makes a
difference. 
I would never do something like this with one of my children."

"That's a shame - your children wouldn't - and don't - agree."  Kendra delivered
the
coup de grace without malice.

Allison was stunned at the implication.  "What are you saying?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Adam and Andrea... no.  That's not possible."  Allison started to rise, only to
be gently
pushed back to a sitting position.

"Please sit, Allison.  There's something we have to talk about..."


Part VI, Chapter One

Allison didn't know how long she remained sitting on the bed in Andrea's old
room. 
Kendra had left... hours?  ago, leaving Allison to ponder a great many things.

The time had slipped by without notice as Allison alternated between sobbing
silently
and crying hysterically.  Where had she gone wrong?  What had she done to
deserve
to have these things dumped onto her life?  Gone were the euphoric feelings
provided
by Kendra a lifetime ago.  Even through the tears, Allison's body remembered the
passionate heights she'd flown with her daughter-in-law.

Unbidden, a smile broke through as Allison relived the moment just before her
climatic
explosion carried her off, scattering her soul to the four corners of the world.
Such
intensity!  Such raw, vital passion!  The smile grew wider.

"I haven't been that wicked in years," she said aloud.  At hearing her own
voice, the
smile cracked and fell and was quickly replaced by a thought so crystal clear
and
focused, the emotional turmoil shied back into a dark corner of her mind.

"Yes," she quietly said to no one.  "It was wicked and, my Lord, so very much
wrong!" 
Truth came into the room and sat on Allison's lap as she realized just how much
enjoyment and pleasure Kendra had given her, not to mention her amateurish
attempts to give back to that wonderful young woman.

"But what makes loving the best it can be?" Truth asked.  "Could it be the more
wrong
a thing is, the more enjoyable it is?"

Truth had a point, Allison had to admit.  She could easily remember all those
times
when she and Roger would be making love in the parlor, hot and heavy, afraid
Roger's
parents would come home and catch them, and not really caring.  Oh, and how
about
the time in the park?  In broad daylight?  Allison's smile returned with the
memory.

The human mind is a fabulous organ.  So simple in its construction, so complex
in its
workings, capable of taking seemingly unrelated items and putting them all
together
into one neat package.  Allison's mind was no different; it delivered the goods
right on
time - and the revelation it revealed caused her to abruptly stand.

"My God," she whispered.  "It all makes sense!  I think..."

"That's right, Allie," Truth said.  "Nothing wrong with a girl getting her fun,
even if it
was with another girl!  Hey, who cares as long as you had fun, right?"  Looking
into the
dressing table mirror, Allison nodded to herself.

"And," Truth continued, "It was hot and nasty and the kind of thing you don't
tell the
girls over a hand of Bridge.  And that's what you really liked about it, huh?"
Oh, Truth
could be such a pain in the ass!

Truth was on a roll.  "See, Allie, people are animals.  Oh, a little more
evolved and all
that, but an animal with basic needs just the same.  People, hon, like to do
what feels
good and the more it feels good, the more they do it.  And, to top it off,
people really
don't care who makes them feel good."

It was really all coming together for Allison, as Truth finally went quiet,
leaving her to
think it out.  Society, such as it is, says women making love to women was
wrong. 
Still, as Allison learned, it felt good.  The mental picture of herself and
Kendra faded
to black, to be replaced by the images of her son and daughter.

Some girl to girl stuff being one thing, incest was something entirely
different.  The
ultimate sin, mankind's greatest taboo - and her children had broken it.  A wave
of
despair flowed through Allison's soul, leaving cold, ugly tendrils of guilt in
its wake.

Where had she and Roger gone wrong?  Sure, they knew such things happened and
did everything they could to make sure it never happened in their home.  In her
mind,
Allison could see Adam and Andrea as they played together, always hugging and
touching, showing their love for each other.The coldness was pushed back a
little
as the warmth of the memory enveloped her.

Sure, they would fight - what brother and sister didn't?  At the end, they'd
always "kiss
and make up," renewing their bond - just as they were taught.  The damp, cold
feeling
intensified as Allison remembered vividly the day she told them they could no
longer
bathe together.

*   *   *

"But, Mom!  We have fun taking a bath together!" Andrea complained, her features
contorted in that way only kids can do.

"Yeah, except when she tries to push my head underwater," Adam griped.

"Oh, honey," Allison started, tucking each under an arm.  "I know you have fun.
But,
you're both getting bigger now."

"So?" Andrea said.

"So... big boys and girls don't take baths together."

"Why?" asked Adam, clearly not understanding.

"They just don't," Allison said firmly, putting an end to a very difficult
conversation and
sending the children out to play.  Once outside, brother and sister took a
moment to
talk about what had just taken place.

"What was Mom talking about?" Adam asked, kicking a loose stone across the yard.

"I dunno," replied Andrea.  "I hate it when she gets all weird like that.
Remember the
day she stormed into my room?"

"When we were reading and fell asleep on your bed?"

"Yeah.  She freaked out!"

Adam's face darkened as he remember the savage tongue-lashing his mother had
laid
on them.  He couldn't remember ever seeing his mother so angry before!  Well,
not
since the time he painted the cat Day-Glo orange, anyway.

"Andrea?  Do you think that had something to do with what she said?"

"I dunno, Squirt.  Mom has been acting strange lately, just like Daddy."

"What do you mean?"

Andrea sat in the tree swing her father had put up two summers ago.  "Well,
remember he use to give me a big hug and kiss every time he came home from
work?"

"Yeah," Adam replied.  "You always griped about his moustache tickling you."

"Well, he doesn't do it any more.  As a matter of fact, he hardly even talks to
me like
he used to."

"I wonder why?" Adam asked, his young mind unable to understand their parents'
behavior.

"I wish I knew," was all Andrea could say.

*   *   *

"You knew why, didn't you Allie old girl?" Truth was back and whispering
seductively
in the recesses of her soul.  "You knew but were afraid to tell the truth.
Didn't want
them to know about the dirty deed.  Didn't want them experimenting with each
other,
did you?"

Oh, yes - Allison knew and her mind showed her the error of her ways.  Kendra
had
been right when she told Allison of the mistake made with the siblings.  In her
mind,
a glowing, naked (and pregnant) Kendra sat down next to Truth.

"You and your husband taught them to love each other, to share with each other. 
Then, before they would naturally take the next step,  you turned around and
told
them it was wrong for them to do so - even though they had done nothing."  Truth
nodded in agreement, smiling.

"So, to keep them from finding out, you kept them apart as much as you could.
And,
to make sure neither of you got any ideas, you and Roger began to put distance
between yourself and them."  Truth was nodding so vigorously, it's head would
have
fallen off - if it had one.

"When was the last time you hugged or kissed them?  No, I don't mean one of
those
motherly pecks on the cheek, either.  Hugged or kissed them as you did when they
were babies, when you loved them with all your heart?"  Allison could feel the
tears
welling in her eyes as she replayed her answer to Kendra's "accusations."

"But, I do love them!" she had protested.  "I'd give my life for them, then and
now."

"Yes, you would," Kendra had answered.  "Still, you and Roger prevented them
from
discovering the depth of their love for each other - and you never told them
why."

"I thought we were doing the right thing," was Allison's somewhat lame reply.
"Incest,
well, it just isn't done.  That happens in homes where parents just don't care
what
their children do."

"Does it?"  Kendra had asked.  "I think you know better."


Part VI, Chapter Two

Allison's introspective view was dispelled as her husband stuck his head into
the near
empty room.

"Allie," Roger said, stepping into the room.  "What are you doing in here?
Didn't you
hear me calling you when I came in?"

"No," Allison replied, shaking her head.  "I didn't.  I guess my mind was a
million miles
away."

"Hmpf - I'd say it was," Roger grumbled, taking a moment to look around the
room. 
"Hey, what happened to Andy's stuff?"

Allison looked around the room, as if she'd never been in it before answering.
"Oh. 
Kendra was here a little while ago to pick it up."  Allison stepped around her
befuddled
husband into the hallway, who darted out of the door right behind her.

"Pick it up?  For what?  Allison!?"

Allison continued to ignore Roger, descending the stairs and entering the living
room,
stopping before the large family portrait taken a year ago.

"Woman, will you answer me?  What the hell is going on around here?  Why is
Andrea's stuff gone - and why did Kendra pick them up?"

"Roger," Allison said, sighing.  "She's staying with Kendra and her brother."

"What the hell for?"  Roger Harrison could feel his blood pressure increasing.

"She's decided to leave Dale.  Doesn't make sense to go home to a man you don't
love
anymore, does it?"  Allison was surprised at how calm she'd become during the
last few
moments.

"I know that, Allie!" Roger could barely contain his anger.  "What's wrong with
her
staying with us?"

Allison turned to face her husband.  "Obviously, she didn't want to, Grumpy.
Besides,
she needs to be around people her own age, not two old fuddy-duddies like us.
She's
a grown woman and can make up her mind about where she lives and who she lives
with."

"But you know how I feel about... those people." Roger's voice was low and
dangerous,
his mood darkening.

Allison's own temper flared.  "Who cares if you like them or not, Roger?  Huh?
I mean,
who gives a fuck who you like or don't like?  Can't you get it through your
thick skull? 
You don't have to like them; as long as Adam and Andrea likes them and they're
happy, it's the only thing which matters."

Roger was taken aback at his wife's outburst; as it happened, he also remembered
the
last time he'd ever seen her this pissed off - the day she found Adam and Andrea
cuddled up and asleep in Andrea's bed.  Then there was the deal with the cat...
Macho
pride took over as Roger picked his jaw up.

"Yeah?  And how do you know they'll be happy?"

Once again calm - and not knowing where it came from, Allison looked into her
husband's eyes.  "Trust me, I know.  I just know.  Call it a mother's instinct.
What do
you want for dinner?"  Allison turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Women!" Roger grumbled, plopping down in his favorite chair and making a vow to
find out just what was going on in the Williams household.  With God as his
witness,
Roger Hamilton Harrison will find out!


Part VI, Chapter Three

Unknown to Roger, he wasn't the only father wanting to know what was going on. 
Lorne paced the spacious living room of his hillside retreat.  In various states
of
repose, the entire Williams family, along with Andrea, watched at the elderly
doctor
and inventor walked a groove in the plush carpeting.  Halfway across the room,
he
stopped and turned to look at Devon before shaking his head and continuing his
pacing.

Devon, for his part, knew his father was doing everything he could not to
explode at
this latest turn of events.  Still, he sat calmly - or as about as calm as any
son could
knowing his father was pissed at him - and waited for him to speak his mind.

Beside him, Andrea leaned over and whispered, "He's pissed, isn't he?"  Devon
nodded,
not taking his eyes off of Lorne.

"It's because of me, isn't it?"  Another nod.

Sitting on the sofa, Ellie turned to speak to her mother, nodding at Andrea and
Devon. 
"They look good together, don't they?"

Etienne took a final glance at her father before turning to her daughter.  "They
do at
that, Ellie.  How do you feel about it?"

Ellie shrugged.  "How do I feel?  I'm not jealous or anything, if that's what
you mean. 
Hey, I'm happy for them; Lord knows Andrea needs someone in her life who can
make
her happy."  Parked on the floor in front of the sofa, Kendra, Adam and Kymber
eavesdropped on the conversation taking place above them.

"But, Mom ," Adam began, still having a little trouble calling Ellie "mom",
especially
after having made love to her.  "It's been you and Dad for, what, your entire
life?  How
can you be happy to see him spending time with my sister?"

"Why not?" quipped Ellie, smiling lustily at her son-in-law.

"Indeed.  I'd like to hear this myself."  Lorne had stopped his pacing, his
voice breaking
up the discussions, commanding their attention.  Seeing he had them, he
continued.

"Devon, I'd like to know why Andrea is here with us."

Stupidly, and caught a little by surprise, Devon answered.  "Because she wants
to?" 
That drew a frosty look from his father.

"Very funny, Devon - you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir, I do; I'm sorry.  I simply agreed with Kendra when she said Andrea
needed
our help.  And, might I point out I'm not responsible for her finding out about
the
family?"  Devon made it a point to look at his daughter who, in turn, was
examining
the ceiling for some reason or another.

"You're right, son.  Well, Kenny?  Let's hear it."

All eyes were on Kendra as she responded to her grandfather.  "She needed love,
I
gave it to her.  She wanted to know why Adam and I are so happy with each other,
so
I told her."

"Not that I believe Andrea would broadcast her knowledge, but why did you feel
it
necessary to involve her like this?"

"She's family, my sister-in-law.  For that reason alone, I love her, just as I
love her
brother."  Straightening, Kendra held her head high; not in defiance, but with
the
confidence bred into her.

"I remember someone telling me a long time ago that it's all about the family,
love and
happiness.  They also told me it is our place in life to bring happiness to
those of us;
without it, love cannot grow, cannot be strong.  I wonder who told me this?"

Lorne nodded as Kendra's point scored.  "We've all told you this at one time or
another,
as you well know.  Still, I'd like to know why."

Kendra looked across the room to where Andrea and Devon sat hanging on her every
word.  "Because it was the right thing to do, it was what I was born to do.  I
am the
result of the love you and Grandmother discovered all those years ago.  You
loved me,
loved my parents and I am bound by this love to spread it to those whom I love."

"This is so," said Kymber.  "Lorne, darling, you didn't seem to have much of a
problem
when it was my time to join the family.  I pray you're not saying it was okay
for you
to do it then and wrong for Kendra to do it now."

Lorne emphatically shook his head.  "No, I'm not saying that at all; I think you
all
understand this.  It's just a matter of us being, well, safe from those who
can't
understand the way we are.  Take their parents, for example."

"What about them?" asked Adam.

"They come from a different school of thought, Adam," answered Lorne.  "Were
they
to discover what their children have gotten themselves into, indeed, what
they've done
with each other, how do you think they'd feel about them and us?"

"Does it matter?" asked Kendra, all the while knowing it did.

"Of course it does!" exclaimed Lorne.  "Do you have any idea what could happen?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," said Kendra; around the room, heads turned as
everyone
present suddenly got the impression things were about to get even more
interesting.

"Kenny, honey?" asked Ellie.  "What did you do?  Better yet, who did you do it
to this
time?"

"Oh, my God," breathed Andrea.  "Not my father!  Please, God, not him!"

"Relax, Andrea; your father knows nothing about any of this."

"My mother.  You got to my mother, didn't you?" Adam said, his voice filled with
a
mixture of awe and flat-out astonishment.  "That's what took you so long in
getting
back to the house!"

"Oh, shit," Andrea exclaimed, realization dawning.

Kendra shrugged, not feeling in the least bit guilty.  "She, too, wanted to
know.  After
all, it wasn't so long ago she caught me and Andrea together."

Devon turned and looked at Andrea.  "That would explain why your mother didn't
have
a stroke.  Remember?  You told me she didn't really seem to be upset about it."

"Yeah, it fits, doesn't it," Andrea offered.  "Mom was turned on by what she
stumbled
onto.  Then, when Kenny went for my things, I'll bet Mom cornered  her and asked
for
an explanation."

"I think it's safe to say she found Kendra's answer a bit more than she
expected,"
Etienne stated.

Lorne raised his hand, taking back the floor.  "Well, this does make thing
rather
interesting, doesn't it?  Allison wanted to know and, true to your nature, you
showed
and told her.  Everything."

"What else was I supposed to do?  Ignore her?  Act as if it never happened?
Look,
she's family, just like Adam, just like Kymber, just like Andrea.  We've always
lived by
the rule that with the family, nothing is held in secret.  We share everything;
not only
our bodies and our love, but also the truth."

Truth, fresh from his trip through Allison's soul, nodded in agreement with
Kendra,
taking a seat in the center of the room.

"You understand Allison will be paying us a visit, don't you?" asked Ellie.

"I expect so, Mom."

"You also understand she's going to be asking a lot of questions we'll have to
answer?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Then you also understand once she finds out about these two," Ellie said while
nodding at Adam and Andrea, "She'll find out about everyone."

"I understand this as well.  However, I'll ask again; if she's family, does it
matter?"

"I am going to hope it doesn't," Lorne said solemnly.  "For all of our sakes.
Kendra,
despite all your good intentions, you may have jeopardized our existence."

"I understand, Grandfather - but I don't think so."

"I hope to God you're right, child."


Part VI, Chapter Four

"What the hell am I doing here?" Allison asked herself, just seconds after
ringing the
doorbell.  "I should be at the supermarket, not checking up on my children."
Twenty
minutes earlier, Allison was in the car, headed for the store to pick up a few
items for
dinner.

Instead, she found herself standing in front of the place where her children
lived,
ringing the doorbell.  She looked around the expansive area, noticing how
well-kept
the land was and  noting how right Adam was when he said there was plenty of
room
for everyone.  Turning to her right, Allison could see a larger house nestled
into the
hillside on the other side of the lake.  Memory kicked in and Allison remembered
Kendra mentioning her grandparents' home overlooked the lake.

Breaking the enchantment of  the beauty surrounding her, Allison began to lose
her
nerve and moved to step away from the door when it opened.  Caught, Allison
turned
to find Andrea standing in the open doorway.

"Mother?  What are you doing here?"

With bravado she didn't feel, Allison looked into Andrea's eyes.  "What?  Can't
I just
drop in to visit my own children?  I know I didn't call, but I just happened to
be in the
area - I was on my way to the market."

Andrea stepped aside to admit her mother, puzzled.  "Oh, don't be silly, Mom.
Of
course you can!  We just didn't expect you."  Not this early anyway, Andrea
silently
added as she took her mother's coat and hung it in a nearby closet.  "Come in,
make
yourself comfortable."

Allison stepped from the foyer into the tastefully decorated living room, her
practiced
eye noting how everything was well coordinated in design and color.  Nothing
flashy -
just fine examples of good, if not a little expensive, taste.

"This is a lovely home, Andy," Allison said, sitting on one end of sectional
sofa.  "Must
have cost them a pretty penny.

"I suppose it did," Andrea replied taking a seat a couple of sections down.  "I
never
bothered to ask Devon how much all of this cost."

"His father is a famous doctor and inventor." Allison took in more of the room,
especially the large picture window overlooking - what else? - the lake.

"I don't know how much it cost, but I do know Devon paid for this himself,
without his
parent's help."

Allison blinked.  "He did?  What does he do for a living?"

"Research, like his father.  Some bioengineering stuff," Andrea commented, all
the
while wondering when her mother was going to get to the real point of her visit.

"Hmm."

"Would you like something to drink, Mom?  Coffee?  Juice?"

"Some juice would be fine, thanks."  Allison watched as her daughter disappeared
around a corner with some very confused emotions.  For probably the first real
time
in her life, Allison was looking at her child as the beautiful woman she'd
become. 
Allison felt a rush of warmth; if mother and daughter never had anything in
common,
they did now.  Both had been loved by the same woman.

Allison took a deep breath, hoping to chase away the feelings creeping up her
spine,
mildly surprised to now find herself thinking of Andrea in sexual terms.
"That's not
why you're here," she admonished herself.  Right on time, too, because Andrea
was
returning with a glass of juice, which Allison accepted gratefully.

As her mother took a sip of the juice, Andrea was beside herself, anxious to
learn the
reason for her mother's visit.  After Allison had put the glass onto the
coaster, Andrea
finally spoke up.  "Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?"  Inside, Andrea slapped herself -
this
wasn't what she had wanted to ask!

"Some other time, Andy.  Listen, there's something we need to talk about.  Is
Adam
here?"

"I think so; let me check."  Andrea did all she could not to run to the intercom
system. 
Reaching the unit, she looked at the labels for a moment before pressing one.
She was
rewarded with a soft tone.

"Yes?  Is that you Andy?"  Kendra's voice sounded far away coming through the
tiny
speaker.

"Yep.  Listen, is Adam there?  My mother wants to talk to him."

"Oh, is she on the phone?"

"Not exactly.  She here, in the house."  Andrea could imagine the looks being
exchanged on the other end of the intercom, barely containing her amusement.

Adam's voice floated through the wiring.  "Mom?  I'll be there in a few
minutes."

Allison had joined her daughter at the intercom.  "Have to get dressed?" she
teased,
surprising the hell out of Andrea.

"No!  We're not where you are - our place is behind this one and it'll take me a
few
minutes to walk up the hill.  See you in a few!"  The connection was broken with
an
audible click.

"Their place?" Allison asked.  "I thought they stayed here."

Andrea didn't answer.  Instead, she guided her mother through the dining room
and
into kitchen, pointing to a medium-sized structure about a hundred yards or so
in the
distance.  From there, she could see someone walking up the hill.  "There's
where they
stay - wedding present from Devon and his parents."

"I'm impressed!" Allison admitted.  The building Adam had emerged from was just
the
right size for a new or small family.  Like the rest of the things she'd seen,
it didn't
appear to be overdone or outlandish.

Andrea sat at the kitchen table, unable to contain herself.  Taking a deep
breath, she
looked up at her mother.  "Mom, what do you want to talk to us about?  Is Dad
okay?"

Allison turned to look at Andrea.  "Your father is his usual grouchy self, but
he's fine."

"Then, what..."

"All in good time.  Your brother's almost here."

On cue, the patio door slid open; Andrea watched her brother step through and
close
the door behind him.  He stood for a moment, taking in the scene, trying to keep
any
worry from showing on his face.

"Hey, Andy, Mom.  Is Dad okay?" Adam asked, going to his mother and placing a
kiss
on her cheek.

Allison smiled, suddenly feeling warm while embracing her son.  "Like I told
your
sister, your father's okay.  No, I'm here for another reason."

"And what might that be?" Adam asked, taking a seat opposite his sister at the
table.

Allison also sat, positioning herself so she could see both of her children,
taking a few
extra seconds to compose herself.  Suddenly, with the two of them present, this
wasn't
going to be as easy as she originally thought.  Finally, she spoke, breaking the
silence
while easing the tension in the sunlit room.

"Did you get everything you needed?"

Andrea swallowed.  "Most of it.  What things I didn't get I'll pick up in a few
days, after
Dale leaves for Norfolk."

"I take it you've told him about your, ah, plans?"

"Yes, and, needless to say, he didn't take it very well."

"To say it was ugly was an understatement," added Adam.

Allison sighed.  The moment of truth was fast approaching.  "I see.  Well, you
know
you can count on me and your father if he gives you any problems."

"Thanks, Mom.  I filed the divorce petition yesterday; Devon's lawyer says he'll
have
this settled in no time."

Out of patience, Adam changed the course of the conversation.  "Okay, Mom.  Now
that we've got the small talk out of the way, you wanna tell us what's really on
your
mind?"

"You know, don't you?  About what's been going on."  Andrea said, taking the
plunge.

"I know what I've been told," Allison said gratefully.  "Is it true?"  Brother
and sister 
looked at each other nervously.

"No point in lying about it," Adam said quietly, reading the acceptance in
Andrea's
eyes.  "Yes, it's true."

"You fucked your sister."  More  statement than question.  Allison felt a
peculiar thrill
racing through her.

"Yes, we've made love to each other.  I guess you'll want to know why."

Allison relaxed a little.  "Actually, the 'why' is easy to figure out.  I mean,
you're both
young and all that."

"I don't understand..." began Andrea, only to be silenced by a gesture from her
mother.

"I wanted to know a few things.  One, if what Kendra told me was true about the
two
of you and, two, if what she told me about this whole family was true.  Then, I
wanted
to know how you two felt about it."

"It's a hard thing to deal with, Mom," Adam said.  "On the one hand, it feels so
wrong
because it goes against everything you and Dad ever taught us.  Then again, it
makes
all the sense in the world.  I just don't have the words to explain it."  Beside
him,
Andrea nodded in agreement.

Allison nodded as well.  "Kendra did a very good job of explaining it to me."

"I'll bet," said Andrea.

"Meaning what?"  Allison could feel a trickle of perspiration run down her back.

"Let's not play games, Mother," Andrea said, grinning.  "I'll bet anything she
explained
it to you the same way she explained it to me."

Allison flushed a deep crimson "I have to admit I've never been, well, loved
like that
before."

"It was really something, wasn't it?" Andrea asked, feeling the bond between
them
connecting.

"Like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life," admitted Allison,
feeling an
exciting twinge in her crotch.

"Kenny does have that 'something' about her, doesn't she?" chimed in Adam.

"She does, at that."  At the table, heads turned in surprise at the new voice
which had
entered the conversation.  Three pairs of astonished eyes took in the sight of
Lorne
standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Sorry to just walk in on you like this, but I was looking for Devon and Ellie.
Mrs.
Harrison, it's good to see you again."  Lorne took a seat at the table, folding
his hands.

"You can call me Allison if I can call you Lorne," Allison said smoothly, even
though her
heart was pounding in her chest.

"Deal.  I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."  Lorne looked
expectantly at
each of them.

"From what I've been told, you're a bit of a godhead around here."

Lorne smiled.  "I wouldn't go that far."

Allison turned to face Lorne, looking into his deep brown eyes.  "Perhaps, but
you are
held in very high esteem by those around you."

"I love my family, Allison and they love me."

"No doubt," Allison agreed.  "Still, what you do with your family is your
business;
including my children in this is something else."

"I'm sure you know they made the choice freely," Lorne responded, unruffled by
the
accusatory tone of Allison's voice.

"So I've been made to understand.  How do you expect me to deal with this?
Hell,
we're not even going to talk about what could happen if Roger found out about
any of
this."

"As with everything in life, it's a risk we're all willing to take," Lorne said,
shrugging
his broad shoulders as if the consequences didn't exist.

"You state the obvious, sir.  This... situation has some far reaching
implications, as I'm
sure you know."

"We live with them every day.  As long as we remain together, as a family, we
can
survive.  We will survive."

"May I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you have a problem with my children being involved in all of this?"

"Yes and no.  Yes because it is more of a risk to them than to us.  In essence,
we've
asked them to take everything they ever learned about loving and sexuality and
through it all away.  Please keep in mind, this by no means is meant to
disrespect you
or your husband."

Allison dismissed Lorne's disclaimer with a wave of her hand.  "I understand
this.  So,
why don't you have a problem with it?"

Lorne stood, holding up a long finger.  "Just a moment, before I answer."
Crossing to
the refrigerator, he withdrew a pitcher of the juice Allison had been drinking,
placing
it on the table before going to the cabinet and taking our some glasses.  After
pouring
everyone some refreshment, he took his seat, savoring the cool tanginess of the
juice.

"Sorry, folks - got a little thirsty.  Okay, why I don't disagree.  Allison,
you've sampled
our version of being loved; what did you think about it?"

Allison blushed hotly.  "It was intense and soothing all at once.  As the kids
used to
say, it was a rush."

Lorne nodded.  "Then you know why I don't object; everyone should experience
that
kind of love.  Not just for the sex, mind you."  Allison's eyes flew open at
Lorne's
words.  

"That's it!", she exclaimed.  "It just wasn't about getting laid - it was the
way I felt
with Kendra."  Turning to her children, she added, "It's the way you feel with
each
other."

"Mom, I never realized how much I love Adam until the night we made love.  Yeah,
I'll
admit I was horny as hell, but it was more than that."

"Mom, I was inside of Andrea and had never been so close to her," Adam said,
swallowing a lump which had magically appeared in his throat.  "It wasn't just
because
we were making love; it was like we made a long overdue connection with each
other."

Allison turned once again to look at the author of all this love and happiness,
tears now
flowing freely and unashamedly.  "I think I understand now.  I have only one
question
for all of you."

"What's that, Mom?"  Andrea and Adam asked in unison.

"Where do I sign up?"

"Mom," Adam said quietly.  "I think I speak for everyone here when I ask if
you're sure
you want to involve yourself in this."

"Why wouldn't I be sure?"  Allison was clearly puzzled.  "I'm old enough to make
up
my own mind!"

"I don't think that's what Adam is asking, Allison," Lorne said.

"You're right, Lorne.  Mom, do you understand this kind of loving makes you, um,
fair
game for all of us?  I mean, you could wind up making love with anyone.  Even
me."

Allison did, indeed, understand this.  In fact, she was already looking forward
to it.  "I
know."

"Why, Mom?"  This from Andrea.  "You've got Dad..."

"For the same reasons why you are in this, Andy.  I had a chance to experience
love
on a level I've never known before.  I've never felt so alive before in my life!
I still
love your father, but I want to share the love and happiness you've found with
Lorne
and his family.  Maybe I want to make up for not letting you two do what would
have
happened naturally.  I don't know!"  Allison's frustration was beginning to
show.

"All I know is I want to be a part of this, if you'll allow me to."  Allison
looked to Lorne
for... what?  Approval?  Understanding?

"It's not up to me, Allison.  It is up to your children to decide.  Adam, would
you tell
Devon to call me when he returns?"  Lorne stood, stretching.  To Allison, he
said,
"Whether you join us or not, I'm glad we had this chance to talk."  With that,
he left
Allison alone with her children and, he suspected, some major decisions.

 "So now what?" Adam asked, watching his wife's grandfather leave.

"Yeah, Mom.  What do we do now?"

What indeed?


Part VI, Chapter Five

Lorne stood before the large bay window which overlooked the lake, his mind
troubled. 
The fading sunlight glinted off metal for an instance as a car traveled down the
tree-
lined drive on the far side of the lake.  Nodding to himself, Lorne felt some of
the
pressure lift from his thoughts as he recognized Allison Harrison's car as it
turned into
the flow of traffic on the main road.

Once the car was out of sight, Lorne once again turned his eyes to the sprawling
land
before him.  Even though he'd seen this sight for years, it never failed to fill
him with
a sense of awe.  Taking a moment, Lorne thought about his humble beginnings and
how his work at Carlton was catapulted him to this level of living.  Sure
enough, his
inventions had made him millions, enabling him to buy Carlton Pharmaceuticals,
which
continued to do well under his brilliant, innovative guidance.

Then there was his family.  Despite all the fame and riches, nothing could
replace the
wealth a loving family such as his could provide.  Etienne was a constant
fixture in his
life, as was Kymber.  Between them they had given birth to a legacy of love
beyond
anything they could have hoped for - hence the reason for his reflective mood.

Turning away from the window, Lorne crossed the room, instinct guiding him to
his
favorite place to think.  The plush recliner molded itself to his contours as
Lorne
continued to ponder this latest event in their lives.

"What do you suppose he's thinking about?"

Etienne cast a glance at Kymber, who stood beside her before looking back at her
father.

"I don't know," replied Eti, slowing shaking her head.  "I can't begin to guess.
You
have any thoughts?"

Kymber took a moment to swipe a stray lock of red and silver hair from her
forehead
before shrugging.  "Damned if I know.  I can't remember ever seeing him this
pensive
before."  Etienne nodded agreement.

"Come on - let's find out what's on his mind."  Eti led the way into the family
room,
Kymber right behind her.  As they approached, Etienne took a very close look at
her
father, her only true love, noting how the years were starting to catch up to
him. 
Thick hair, once coal black, had given way to thinning grey while his neatly
trimmed
beard and moustache was shot through with more grey than black these day.
Still, she
noted, his eyes hadn't lost their fire, even though they now reflected some
inner
turmoil.

"Whatever the problem is, it can't be as bad as you may think," Eti said
quietly.

Startled, Lorne looked up.  "What?  Oh, hi."

"Hi yourself, dearest," said Kymber sitting on one arm of the recliner while Eti
perched
on the other.  "What's on your mind?"

Lorne looked from wife to daughter before answering.  "I think we've got a big
problem."

The announcement was delivered in Lorne's usual calm manner; however, the effect
it had on the women was anything but calm.

"Problem?  What problem?" asked Eti, suddenly focused.

"Come on, out with it!" Kymber urged, no less focused than her step-daughter.

Lorne took a deep breath.  "I just came from Devon's.  Guess who I found there?"

Both women exchanged baffled looks.

"Okay, Dad.  We'll play your little game.  Who did you find at Devon's?" Eti
asked,
clearly in no mood to play word games.

"Allison Harrison."

Kymber's face reflected her confusion, frowning so hard her eyebrows almost came
together.  "So?" she asked.  "Her children live there, right?  So why wouldn't
she stop
by to see them?"

Lorne looked up at his wife, shaking his head.  "You don't understand," he said.

"No kidding?" Eti said sarcastically.  "Why don't you enlighten us?"  Lorne cast
a stony
glance at his still very lovely daughter.

"What you don't understand," he started, adjusting himself in the chair, "Is
what she
was talking about with her children when I walked in."  Looking up at Kymber and
Etienne, Lorne's voice dropped to a near whisper.  "She knows about us... all of
us."

Etienne could feel the jolt of surprise run down her spine; Kymber's emerald
green
eyes widened.

"Oh, shit," Kymber exclaimed, breaking the moment of silence which had pervaded
the
room.  "Let me guess - Kendra."  Lorne's exasperated look provided the answer.

"Before we get all bent out of shape, let me ask you something, Dad," Eti said,
taming
the rush of panic threatening to take over.

"Go ahead."

"I assume she's going to spill the beans, right?"

"Worse than that, I'm afraid," Lorne replied.

"I don't get it," Kymber confessed.  "If she's not going to go to the
authorities, then
how..."  Kymber's voice trailed off.

"Dad, you don't mean...?"

"Allison wants to be a part of this," Lorne said, ending the verbal stalemate.

Etienne rolled her eyes, letting out an explosive puff of breath.  "You know,"
she
started, getting up from the chair's arm and going over to the sofa.  "If Kenny
was still
a little girl, I'd say she deserves a spanking."

Kymber still didn't get it - and said so.  "So she wants to be loved like the
rest of us. 
What's the big deal?"  Before Lorne could answer, Eti provided the answer.

"Roger Harrison.  Sooner or later, the man is going to get very suspicious when
his
wife starts spending more time over here and will want to know why."

If Kymber didn't understand the implications before, she did now.  "Oh, fuck..."

"Exactly," Lorne said, relieved they were all on the same page.  "He may be a
good
man and all that, but if he ever finds out what's going on around here, things
are going
to get interesting."

"Has anyone ever told you that you've got a great knack for understatement?"
Kymber
smiled wryly.  "'Interesting' is hardly the word I'd use."

*   *   *

Half a county away, Roger Harrison was pacing between the living room and
kitchen,
wondering what was keeping Allison so long.  Frustration dogged his every step.

"Send the woman to the store after a few things and she takes forever," he
grumbled
to himself, once more going to the front door and peering outside for any signs
of
Allison's car.

"Damn it!" Roger slammed the door in frustration, his pulse pounding in his
temples. 
"Where the fuck is she?"  Any further outbreaks were suspended as Roger heard
the
sound of a car approaching.  Racing back to the door, he flung it open just as
Allison
pulled into the driveway.  Seething with anger, Roger waited until the garage
door
began to open before slamming the front door closed, stomping off to the garage.

Allison was already out of the car, getting bags out of the trunk by the time he
arrived.

"It's about time you got back!"  Roger's angry voice exploded in the enclosed
space,
startling Allison into dropping a bag, breaking something.

"Jesus, Roger!" Allison exclaimed.  "Look at what you made me do!"

"To hell with that!  Where have you been?  I though you were just going to the
market!"

"As you can see," Allison said dryly, carefully picking up the dropped bag, "I
did go to
the store."

"For two hours?"  Roger was incredulous.  "It couldn't have been that crowded!"

"It wasn't," Allison said, pushing her way past her husband.  God, she hated him
when
he got like this!

Roger followed his wife into the kitchen, determined to get to the bottom of
this.  "If
the place wasn't crowded, what took you so fucking long?"

Allison had enough of the verbal abuse.  Slamming the bags down onto the
counter,
she turned on Roger so fast he took a step backwards.  "If you have to know,"
she
started, her own anger flaring, "I went to see Adam and Andrea.  Satisfied?"

Roger blinked at the rebuke.  "You went over there?" he asked, spitting out the
words
as if they had a bad taste.  "What the hell for?  You know I don't like that
Devon and
his family!"

"I don't give a fuck what you like, Roger.  I wanted to see my children, so I
went to see
them.  You don't like it?  Too fucking bad.  Get out of my way."

"You're not going anywhere, woman.  Not until you tell me why you felt it
necessary
to go over there."

"Weren't you listening?  No, I can see you weren't - as usual."  Allison moved
to her
right, almost making it past Roger before he grabbed her arm.

"Look," he said.  "I'm sorry, Allie.  I didn't mean to bite your head off, but
I don't like
not knowing where you are.  And I really don't like you going over there - those
people
are up to something and they've involved our children."

Allison's mood softened at the attempted apology; still, the battle had been
joined. 
"Our children are there because they want to be - and they are quite happy.
Besides,"
Allison said, wriggling out of his grasp.  "What do you care?"

"They're my children, too," Roger said lamely.  "I have the right to be worried
about
them."

"Then perhaps you should go over there and see them," Allison said.  "Or pick up
the
phone and invite them over.  Or write them a letter."

"Never!" Roger's response made him sound like a spoiled brat.

"And, while I'm at it, if you didn't like Kendra's family, why didn't you object
to Kendra
and Adam getting married?  You had the opportunity to voice your opinion - and
you
didn't."

Roger answered his wife with silence as she walked away, disappearing into the
garage.  As she returned with the last of the groceries, Roger was still
standing in the
same place, with the same dumb look on his face.  In that moment, Allison
realized
she didn't know who he was any longer.

"The kids have invited me to spend the weekend with them."

"What?"

"You heard me, Roger."

"Well, it's a good thing you told them no."

Allison's head snapped around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.  "What
makes
you think I told them no?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"I most certainly did not.  I'm going."

"Like hell you are!"

It was Allison's turn to take several steps backwards as Roger approached, his
glare
savage and menacing.  For a moment, Allison thought Roger would actually hit
her,
something he never did.  Still, she held her ground.

"Like hell I am," came her defiant reply.  Roger stuck a shaking index finger
between
them, making Allison blink.

"You go over there, don't think about coming back here!  If you are going to
have
dealings with that family, I don't want anything to do with you!  Ever!"

Allison shuddered - but not because of Roger's threat.  A cool, blanket of calm
descended upon Allison, deflecting the heat of her husband's anger.  "What do
you
have against these people, Roger?  They've done nothing to you."

Roger was, as they used to say back in the day, "feeling his Cheerios" as he
began
pacing the room frantically.  "What to I have against them?  They think they're
all high
and mighty!  They look down on us, throwing their wealth into our faces like
we're
garbage!"

"Where in the name of God did you get an idea like that?"  Allison couldn't
believe
what she was hearing.

"Would they let me pay for the wedding?  No!  They as much said I couldn't
afford it!"

"They said no such thing, honey," Allison said in her best soothing voice.
"Besides, it's
tradition for the bride's family to pay for the wedding."

"Fuck tradition!" Roger spat, his eyes wild and out of focus.  "They just wanted
to make
us look like fools!"

Tired of trying to reason with him, Allison left Roger standing in the middle of
the
room, cursing and raving like a lunatic.  Going upstairs to the bedroom they'd
shared
for so many years, Allison began to pack.  Even with the distance between them,
she
could still hear him carrying on.  Crossing to her dressing table, Allison
caught a
glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as she selected the items needed for the
weekend.  And came to a decision.

"Why just make it for the weekend?" Reason asked her.  "You heard what he said -
you
go, you stay.  Why come back?"

"Right or wrong, he's still my husband," she said to herself.  "My place is with
him, for
better or worse."  A loud crash came from the downstairs area, followed by the
sound
of something breaking.

"Then again," Allison muttered, "It might be safer if I give him some time to
cool off."

"Good answer," agreed Reason.

*   *   *

A half hour later, Allison was all packed and ready to go, her bags resting at
her feet,
ready for loading in the back of her car. Roger's rage continued; the dining
room and
most of the living room was in shambles.  Looking at the carnage, Allison found
her
troubled man sitting at what was left of the wet bar, a glass of something in
his
trembling hands.

"You decided to go, didn't you bitch?"

"Yes.  You need some time to get your head screwed on right."  She looked around
the
wrecked memories of her life with Roger.  "And, I don't think it's safe for me
to stay
here."

"Whatever."  Roger belted back his drink, feeling the alcohol burn his throat
raw.  "You
just remember what I said - don't come back."  Roger looked up sharply at his
wife,
hurling the crystal tumbler in her direction.

"Go ahead, bitch!  Go running off to those rich, snotty bastards!  I don't need
you!  Get
the fuck out!"

Allison barely dodged the glass, which missed her head by mere inches,
shattering
against the wall behind her and showering her with a spray of lead crystal.
Tears
sprung to her eyes, unable to figure out what had gone wrong with Roger's mind.

Opening her mouth to say goodbye, Allison thought better of it - Roger's aim
might
improve.  Without a glance back, Allison loaded her bags quickly and started the
car. 
As she waited for the garage door to open, she could hear Roger screaming at the
top
of his lungs, rending her heart into little pieces.  For a moment, she sat
there, some
instinct telling her to go to him, to calm his anguish.

And decided discretion was the better part of valor.  Shifting the car into
reverse,
Allison backed out of the garage, taking a look at her home - and somehow
knowing
she would never return.  A spattering of rain began to fall, blurring the
windshield.

"You can still go back and make things right," something inside of Allison said.

"Despite what he's said, you still love him."  Allison sat in the middle of the
street,
hesitating for only a moment.  The only sounds around her were those of the
car's
engine and the flip-flop of the wiper blades before another sound crashed into
the
relative silence.

A loud sound...


Part VI, Chapter Six

"And we commend the soul of our departed brother, Roger Allan Harrison, into
your
care.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."  The minister's voice droned until,
finally, the
service came to an end.  Kendra watched, her hazel eyes overflowing with tears,
as
one by one, family members laid flowers across the top of the coffin.

Adam stood beside her, his face expressionless as he placed the red and
white-laced
carnation on the wooden lid.  Kendra knew the anguish her husband was feeling on
the
inside.  To Adam's far right stood Andrea, her face showing the emotions Adam
chose
to conceal.  Andrea supported her mother, who seemed as emotionless as Adam as
the
rest of the family passed by, paying their last respects and placing a single
white
carnation on the casket.

Allison was barely aware of the people speaking to her, voicing their
condolences and
sorrow over such a terrible event in her life.  In the deepest reaches of her
mind,
Allison struggled to determine why Roger had chosen to end his life.  Surely
things
hadn't been so bad to warrant such an action.

She sighed, wishing Roger had lived long enough to answer the question.  As the
rain
continued to fall from gray, overcast skies, Allison's thoughts flashed back to
those last
moments.

*   *   *

The gunshot echoed through the development as Allison threw the car back into
park,
fumbling with the door handle.  The damned thing refused to cooperate as
Allison's
panic took hold.  With mounting frustration, she pounded the steering wheel
before
taking a moment to collect herself.  That done, she managed to escape from the
vehicle's confines, running toward the still-open garage.  On the fringe of her
vision,
she could see her neighbors approaching, roused by the disturbance.

Allison crashed through the entrance to the house, instinct guiding her to
Roger's last
known location.  She glanced into the dining room briefly before heading toward
the
living room.  She nearly fell over in her haste to stop, the gruesome scene
unfolding
before her, a scream escaping her.

"NOOOOOOO!  ROGGGERRRR!"

Roger sat at the foot of the bar, his chest covered in an endless river of
blood. Upon
hearing Allison's voice, he looked up, his face graying with the shock from the
bullet
wound or the loss of so much blood - Allison didn't know which and, frankly,
didn't give
a damn.

"You... you came, um, back," Roger managed to say between gasps of air.  He
winced
as another bolt of pain ripped through him.  Despite himself, Roger tried to sit
up as
Allison rushed to his side.

"Oh, baby!  Why?  Why did you do this?"  Allison wailed.  Behind her, she could
hear
someone yelling about calling the police and an ambulance, even though she could
hear sirens in the distance.

Roger's breathing became raspy and he coughed, sending more waves of pain
through
his shattered chest, blood foaming from his parted lips.  His eyes closed and
Allison
shook him.

"Oh, God, oh Jesus!  WHY?"  Allison knew her husband was quickly fading, his
skin cold
and clammy.  "Answer me, damn you!  ANSWER ME!"

Instead, Roger looked at Allison, trying to focus eyes which refused to
cooperate with
him.  Another cough wracked him; years of manners caused him to cover his mouth
with one blood-covered hand.  Returning his gaze upon his wife, Roger smiled.
"Hi,"
he said weakly.

Tears cascaded along Allison's face.  "Hi.  Baby, why did you do this?"  Her
whole body
shook with the effort to control the panic which has taken roost in her heart
and soul.

"For... you.  Couldn't stand.. living without you."

"Me?  Oh, dear God...  Roger?  ROGER!"

Roger's head snapped up, his eyes blinking.  "Huh?"

"Baby, I would have been back after you calmed down - you didn't have to do
this!"

"Maybe.  Allie?"

"What?"

"What's that over there?" Roger pointed over Allison's right shoulder.
Instinctively, she
turned to look, realizing too late Roger had pulled the oldest trick in the book
on her. 
As her head snapped back around, she saw the silver-plated .32 caliber pistol in
Roger's hand.

"Be happy, Allison," Roger whispered, placing the little handgun to his head and
pulling
the trigger, spraying Allison with a ghastly shower of blood, bone and brains.

"ROOOOOOGGGGGGGERRRR!!!!"  Allison screamed forever, not feeling the hands of
the police trying to pull her away.  Nor did she hear the questions of the
paramedic,
who was asking her if she was hurt.  The last thing Allison remembered was the
other
paramedic covering her Roger's lifeless body with a blanket, shaking his head,
as the
inevitable darkness grabbed Allison and pulled her into its embrace.

*   *   *

"Allison?"

Allison blinked away the haze of remembering, looking into Lorne Williams' face.
it
took her a few seconds to compose herself.  "Oh, I'm sorry Lorne.  My mind's a
million
miles away.  Did you say something?"

Lorne gave Allison a nod of understanding.  "I was asking if there's anything
else we
can do for you."

Allison took Lorne's strong hand in hers.  "I don't know right now.  Lord, so
much has
happened over the last few days, I just can't think straight."

"I understand," Lorne said.  "Listen, why don't you come back to the house with
us?" 
He didn't need to add the fact there was nothing at home for her.

"I couldn't..." Allison protested weakly.  "I've got to finish cleaning up..."
Tears welled
into her eyes, spilling onto her cheek.

"Mom, come home with us," Andrea said.  "We can get someone to clean up for you.

Please?"

"Yeah, Mom," Adam added.  "There's no point in going back there."

Allison shook off the hands unnecessarily supporting her, taking a much needed
deep
breath.  "Okay, okay.  I'll come with you.  But only for a little while."

"That's fine, Allison," Kymber said, taking the other woman's hand.  "Come on,
let's get
out of the rain."  Kymber and Eti led Allison to the waiting limo, with Andrea
and
Kendra right behind them.

The rain continued to fall as one of the cemetery's caretakers moved in and
flipped a
lever.  Lorne, Devon, and Adam watched quietly as Roger Harrison's coffin was
slowly
lowered into the open grave, each man lost in private thoughts.  Finally, the
coffin
disappeared and the caretakers removed the green tarpaulin from the mound of
dirt
as the lid to the vault was lowered, sealing the casket for eternity.

"You okay, Adam?" asked Devon, shuddering as the lid clunked home.

"Yeah, I suppose," Adam answered hollowly.  "Devon?"

"Yes, son?"

"Why do you think he did it?" Adam asked, turning to follow a departing Lorne.

Devon dropped into step beside his son-in-law, wishing he could say something
which
would ease the younger man's sorrow.  "I don't know, Adam.  All I know is what
your
mother told us."

Adam nodded absently.  "They were arguing about Mom coming over to see us.  She
said it was hard to believe he'd get so upset over it."  Adam looked up into the
steady
rain, the water stinging his face.

"Parents argue," Devon said.  "That isn't what bothers me, though."

"I know," agreed Adam.  "It's what my father had to say about you - about us.
Mom
said Dad wasn't very fond of the family."

"I can't imagine why," Devon allowed, shaking the excess water from him before
getting into the car.  "We've never done or said anything to anger him."  Lorne
signaled the driver, who put the limo in gear and rolled off.

"Well, now that I remember it, he wasn't really all that thrilled when I told
him I was
going to marry Kenny."

"No, he wasn't, was he?" Lorne, like everyone else in the family, was trying
hard to
learn why Roger Harrison killed himself.

"Yeah, but I didn't find anything wrong with that," said Devon.  "Adam said he
was
very overprotective."

"Mom said he was upset over the fact that you wouldn't let him pay for the
wedding -
stuff like that."

"It wasn't like it was a lot of money," Lorne commented.  "Besides, the bride's
family..."

"Is supposed to pay for the wedding," Adam finished.  "I know that.  So do you."

Adam looked out the window at the driving rain as it splattered against the car.

"So did my father.  The only thing I can figure he was envious of the wealth you
represented."

"Huh?" Devon said, not understanding at all.  "What does money have to do with
it?"

Lorne, on the other hand, understood.  "Dev, you have to remember something.
Roger
Harrison worked all of his life providing for his family."

"Yeah?  So?"

Lorne shook his head.  "Son, the man worked hard for everything.  Double shifts,
weekends.  Always on the road."  Lorne paused for a moment, gathering his
thoughts.

"Imagine how he must have felt.  His only son meets a girl and falls in love
with her. 
Finds out her parents and grandparents are not only famous, but loaded to boot."

"My father always saw himself as king of his castle," Adam supplied.

"That's right," agreed Lorne.  "Then we unwittingly come along, showing him his
castle
looked like an outhouse compared to the splendor we live in."

"Are you telling me it wasn't us he hated?  It was what we represented?"  Devon
couldn't believe it.

Lorne and Adam both nodded.  "In his eyes, we were doing things for his family
he
could never do.  Doesn't mean his heart wasn't in the right place, mind you; he
wanted
to do these things but, you can imagine how tough it is when your heart and your
finances don't agree."

It was Adam's turn to look a little mystified.  "But, my father knew I wasn't
marrying
Kenny for her money.  Or whatever."

"Of course he knew it," Lorne said.  "Didn't mean he agreed with it.  His mind
was
made up, Adam."

"Then, to make matters worse, you show up at his house, pregnant wife in hand
and
still living on the grounds with us.  For a self made man like your father, it
was
unheard of."

Adam was beginning to see the big picture.  "That would explain why he was
always
harping about me getting my own place for me and Kenny instead of staying where
we
were."

"Right.  Now, to add more fuel to the fire.  You and Kenny leave and take his
only
daughter with you.  Then he finds out later she's not coming back and, for added
measure, she's going to divorce her husband and stay with us."

Adam jumped up, hitting his head on the roof of the car, causing the driver to
glance
in his rear-view mirror.

"Ow!  Damn it!" Adam said, rubbing the top of his head.  As the moment of pain
passed, Adam continued his thought.  "My father hated Dale.  He knew how badly
he
was treating Andrea, practically turning her into a slave."

"That may be true.  But, look at the differences here," Lorne said as the limo
made a
left turn onto the drive leading to Devon's house.  "Dale was a lot like him."

"What are you saying?" Adam asked, his voice low.  Lorne waved him off.

"You didn't let me finish, Adam.  I was going to say that Dale, like your
father, worked
hard for everything.  House, cars, furnishings and the like.  Roger may have
thought
Dale was a snake in the grass, but at least he was doing things on his own."

"Like I wasn't?"

"Ah!" exclaimed Devon.  "You know you were and we knew it.  Your father just
didn't
want to listen."

The limo stopped in front of the house and the men climbed out, dashing across
the
short distance to the door.  Once inside, each shed their wet overcoats; Devon
led
them to the dining room, offering to fix drinks.  That done, they returned to
their
conversation.

"Imagine, if you will," Lorne said after sipping his drink, "How much he must
have
resented us.  To him, we'd stolen his children."

"Then, it looked like we were stealing his wife when she announced spending the
weekend with us." Devon added.

"But, that wasn't the case." exclaimed Adam.  "Mom was just coming over to spend
some time with us.  Why couldn't he see that?"

"We'll never know, Adam." Lorne said.


Part VI, Chapter Seven

In Adam's living room, a couple of hundred yards away from the main house,
Kendra
and Andrea were making Allison comfortable.  Well, as comfortable as she'd let
them. 
During the silent ride from the cemetery, Allison had come to the same
conclusion the
men had come to.  The revelation rocked her to the foundation of her soul.

"So stubborn," she muttered, causing the other women in the room to look at her.

"Who?" asked Ellie as she passed Allison a cup of coffee, generously laced with
a dollop
of brandy.

Allison took the proffered cup, smiling for the first time in a long time.
"Roger.  The
man just refused to see the truth of things.  No wonder it haunted him all this
time."

The women of the Williams family, along with Andrea, looked at each other, not
understanding what Allison was talking about.

"Mom?  Are you okay?"  Andrea didn't even try to hide the concern in her voice.

"Of course I am, darling."  Allison sipped at her coffee, feeling the brandy's
warmth
coursing through her.  "But," she added, "I've got more decisions to make."

"Like?" asked Ellie, sitting next to Allison.

"Like, do I want to go back to that house.  It'll be so empty and lonely with
Roger
gone."  Allison stifled a sob which threatened to escape.

Kendra went to her mother-in-law, taking the older woman's hands in her.  "This
might
be the wrong time to suggest this, but..."

"But what, honey?"

Kenny looked around at the other women in the room before answering, her eyes
meeting and locking onto theirs for a moment.  "You can always stay with us."

"Kendra!" Etienne said reproachfully.  "What are you saying, child?"

"Nothing, Grandmother.  Except she's welcome to stay with us, that's all.  Why
should
she go back to her house?  It's only going to bring back a lot of bad memories."

"She's got a point there, Mom," said Ellie, taking her daughter's side.

"Kendra," Kymber said quietly.  "Now's not the time for Allison to make such a
decision."  Eti nodded vigorously in agreement.

Undaunted, Kendra locked her odd-colored eyes with Allison's, letting love and
warmth
flow from her soul, hoping the other woman could feel it.  "No better time than
the
present.  What about it, Mom?  Will you stay?"

"I've already imposed upon you enough, dear heart.  I've been here all week and
it's
time for me to put things back in order."

"Yeah," Andrea scowled.  "The house is a mess, everything broken to pieces."
She
laughed.  "Oh, and not to mention the chalk on the floor and Dad's brains and
blood
everywhere.  Yeah, I'd want to go back into that shit."

"Andrea!" Kymber admonished, feeling a sudden urge to slap the younger woman
silly
for being so disrespectful.

"No, Kymber.  Let her finish," said Allison, carefully setting the coffee cup on
the table. 
"Let her get it out of her system."

Pent up grief flowed from every pore of Andrea's being.  "What have you got
left? 
Huh?  Me and Adam, that's what!  You need to listen to Kenny and take her
advice,
Mom - stay with us.  Put all this dumb shit behind you and get on with your
fucking
life!"

"Andrea, your father loved me very much..."

"Did he?  If he loved you so much, why did blow his fucking brains all over the
place? 
Why?  This is bullshit!"  Andrea was red-faced with exertion, practically
walking around
in circles, waving her hands in the air.

"Mom, I don't mean to sound disrespectful or diss everything you and Daddy built
together.  But, damn, he started acting strange ever since Adam brought Kendra
home.  He just couldn't let things flow, could he?  No, he had to go stirring up
a bunch
of shit.  And for what?  Not one mother fucking thing."

"I know, Andy.  Please baby, sit down before you pass out or something.  All
this
yelling isn't going to make you feel any better about this."

"I agree with your mother," Eti said, clearly disturbed over Andrea's emotional
outburst.  "Sit down and take a few deep breaths."

Wearily, Andrea plopped down into a nearby chair, her eyes still wild-looking
but
becoming clearer by the second.  "I'm okay - I think.  Mom, I'm so sorry..."
Andrea
covered her face, weeping openly.

Allison went to her daughter, taking the sobbing woman into her arms.  "I know,
baby. 
I really do know.  There, there.  It's going to be okay."  As she comforted
Andrea, she
turned to Kendra, capturing Ellie, Kymber and Etienne in her gaze.

"I'll stay, if it's all the same to you.  My children need me, now more than
ever."

"No problem, Allison," said Ellie, joining the older woman at Andrea's side.
She offered
a hand, which Allison took.  Turning, she looked towards the rest of the women,
offering her free hand.

One by one, they joined hands, all now sobbing openly, purging the grief from
their
souls.


Part VI, Chapter Eight

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the next,
emptiness. 
Allison Harrison experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her
body
again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held her breath as her weight
nearly
doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her
increased
his movement inside her.  Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing
adding
their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during
lovemaking.

Allison sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely,
feeling
the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.  The man's mouth
captured
an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added
to
those already present.  The older woman added her own movements to those of the
man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in
appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body meeting
hers
caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.  Allison
lifted her
legs higher, to give the man greater access to her sweltering sex.  "Oh, yeah,"
she
thought.  "He's gonna blow...!" Her senses were becoming overloaded, her body
literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage
thrusts,
their bodies slapping together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar tingling.  A
deep
thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase twofold.  Another long,
deep, thrust
- the feeling quadrupled and her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of what was
to
happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick tool
grew
larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting sporadically, sending
rippling
waves of moist flesh against the smooth hardness inside her.  A white hot,
intense
explosion ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on
the
invading meat.  Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely
noticeable. 
Then she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her.
Allison
floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting cock into
her
as if he could get further into her body.  The frantic pounding sensation
triggered
another release somewhere deep inside her, further pushing down the veil of
darkness,
causing her to shake as if electrocuted.

Allison could hear a low keening - his? - as she clamped down on the man's shaft
with
her overheated sex repeatedly.  Another contraction, a splash of juices to mix
with his
as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly
feeling. 
The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her,
breathing
heavily.

"A'int that 'bout a bitch?" Allison asked as Adam rolled to one side, panting
heavily. 
Allison looked at her son with a brand new appreciation, feeling his seed
trickling along
the crack of her ass, warm and sticky.  Even though she felt strangely empty
now, the
feeling was overwritten by the near overwhelming warmth left behind by their
love.

It was the climax of the most unforgettable night in Allison's life.  Beside
her, Devon
continued to pound his way into Kendra, oblivious to those around them.

"What's a bitch, Mom?" Adam asked, propping himself up on one elbow, toying with
Allison's nipple.

Allison squirmed deliciously under Adam's touch, delighting in the warm feelings
he
produced.  "Look at me, in here fucking like a young girl again.  And fucking my
own
son!"

"Mom, you were wonderful," Adam said truthfully.

"You think so?"  Allison had been worried about not pleasing Adam.

"Shit, I know so!  You might be, ah, older, but you haven't lost anything!"

"Oh, you're just saying that to make an old woman feel good," Allison said,
feeling her
face flush.

"Perhaps you need a second opinion," asked Devon, moving between Allison's
parted
legs, his cock waving before him.  Before Allison could utter a protest, Devon
slid into
Allison's warmth easily, filling her completely.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as Devon settled into a steady rhythm.  Allison reached
down
and pulled Devon further into her, feeling the younger man's buttocks flex
powerfully
with each thrust.

Devon smiled at Adam.  "You're right, son - this is some good pussy!"  Adam
laughed,
looking around the room for the others.

He found Andrea and Kymber locked in a vicious 69, each woman going at the other
like it was their last meal.  Not far from them, Ellie was riding Lorne's
maleness,
cursing like a sailor while Etienne rode Lorne's mouth into orgasm after orgasm.
Adam
rolled off the bed, hurriedly rounding it in order to get to his wife, who had
suddenly
found herself unfilled.  Adam fell into Kendra's welcoming embrace, his cock
finding her
center.

Kendra sighed as her husband filled her with his very familiar thickness, their
bodies
meshing together as they had over the years.  "Oh, yeah, baby!  Fill my cunt
with
honey!  Fuck me, Adam!"

Adam replied by withdrawing a little, the crown of his erection nestled just
inside
Kenny's quivery folds, before plunging into her, causing her to grunt with the
impact.

"Ugh!  Shit, yeah!  That's it, baby.  Ride my ass!  Tear it up, Adam!  Ooooh!
You son-
of-a bitch!  Yeah, yeah!  Feels so damned good!"

Adam smiled - Kenny was off and running again.  He looked up into another pair
of
eyes which had been quietly watching the whole thing.  His smile grew wider.

"How're doing, sweetheart?"  Adam asked the watcher.

"Fine, Daddy.  You're not hurting Mommy, are you?"

Adam and Kendra both looked at their nine-year old daughter, Samantha.  "No,
baby,"
Kendra answered, feeling Adam deep inside her.  "Daddy's not hurting me.  In
fact,
he's making me feel good."

Samantha looked around at the sexual carnage taking place around her, her eyes
wide. 
"Oh.  Then Grandpa is making great-grandma feel good, too?"  She nodded at Devon
and Allison.

"He sure is, Sam," Adam said, the first spurt of his seed surging into his
beloved
Kendra.

The youngster pouted.  "How come nobody's making me feel good?"  She looked at
her
father as he plopped out of Kendra's wet - and sloppy - embrace.  He gathered
Sam
into his arms.

"All in good time, baby," Kendra said.  "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Yeah," Samantha said, continuing to pout.  "I like it when you make me feel
good
down there.  But..."

"But, what, Sam?"

"How come Daddy won't put his thing in me?" the youngster asked, pointing at
Adam's
shrinking manhood.  It was all Adam could do not to laugh.

"Because you're not quite ready for Daddy yet."

"Am too!"

Kendra laughed, remembering the time she had the same argument with her own
mother over the very same thing.  "You think so?"

Samantha looked at her mother with a challenging look.  "Uh huh.  If you can do
it, so
can I."

"Well," Adam said.  "Daddy's not quite ready to put, ah, my thing in you right
now."

"I know - it takes a little while for it to rest, right?"

"Right you are!"  Adam said, watching Samantha beam at getting the right answer.

While Adam was engrossed with his conversation with Samantha, Kendra slid off
the
bed, going over to where the other participants sat, taking a seat on the floor
next to
her mother.

Ellie turned and stroked Kendra's hair.  "Does she remind you of anyone?"

Kendra smiled at her mother, hearing the others with her chuckle.  "Yeah, well,
you
made me wait until I was 13 before I got a piece of Daddy."

"Time's change, Kenny," Lorne said.  To Eti and Kymber, he said, "Kids grow up
so fast,
don't they?"

Allison also laughed, toying with Andrea's nipple.  "You're telling me," she
agreed. 
"One day they're so cute and precious, the next they're screwing your brains
out."

Andrea looked over at Devon, absently fingering the set of rings on her finger.
She
and Devon had been married only a couple of years, but what a couple of years it
had
been.

*   *   *

"Well?  Will you?"  Andrea waited patiently for her question to be answered,
coming
down off the orgasmic high she'd just experienced.

"Will I what?" asked Ellie.

"Will you be upset if I ask Devon to marry me?"

Ellie was exasperated.  "Andy, how many times do I have to tell you?  No, I
won't be
upset!  There!  Are you happy?"

"I just don't want you to be upset, that's all.  I know how you feel about him."

Ellie reach out, touching Andrea's breast, watching her nipple grow erect and
inviting. 
Bending her head, Ellie's tongue flashing out wetly, teasing the now-firm
nipple,
causing Andrea to shiver.

"Oh, no!  Not again - I can't take any more!" Andrea protested as Ellie melted
into her
arms.  Their lips met and Andrea could feel Ellie's tongue roaming around in her
mouth, feeling her passion returning.  Her back arched to meet Ellie's thrusts,
their
pubic mounds grinding together deliciously.  Andrea winced slightly as Ellie
latched
onto the tender flesh of her neck, feeling the welt beginning to rise.

"Hmm, you taste so good," Ellie whispered, basking in the warmth their bodies
created. 
She let her tongue trail wetly over Andrea's throat, savoring the taste.

"Oh, Ellie," moaned Andrea, feeling the other woman's fingers probing her outer
labia. 
"I can't do this again..."

"Of course you can - and I'll tell you why," Ellie cooed, finding Andrea's
clitoris and
manipulating it into hardness with her fingers.

"Why?" Andrea gasped, her whole body melting under Ellie's expert touch.

"Because I love doing this to you, for one.  Two, I'm horny.  Three..." she
said, slipping
a finger into Andrea's wetness.  "It's the only way I'll let you marry my
brother." 
Another gasp escaped from Andrea as Ellie's fingers worked their magic on her,
sweeping her into Passion's wake.

"I love Devon, Andrea," Ellie said, rubbing her thumb across Andrea's exposed
clit.  "I'd
do anything to see him happy, even if it means marrying you."

Andrea's squirming increased under Ellie's touch, the beginning of yet another
orgasm
making its presence felt along her nerves.  Andrea's back continued to arch,
lifting her
ass off the bed.  "Ooooh, please, don't stop."

Ellie's tongue began a slick journey down Andrea's body, sucking each nipple
into tense
erection before leaving a wake of wetness along Andrea's ample cleavage. Ellie's
tongue beat a rapid tatoo in and around Andrea's navel, raising the heat,
increasing
their mutual desire.

"No..." Andrea pleaded.

"Too late, my dear Andy," Ellie husked, her breath hot against Andrea's flesh.
"I'm
going to eat you alive!  Call it an early wedding present..."

*   *   *

Andrea's body shivered involuntarily, remembering the dizzying heights Ellie had
taken
her.  She had spoken to Devon alone, putting a twist on the ages-old tradition
by
proposing to him.  Her heart had been in her throat as her love pondered the
question,
finally agreeing to become her husband.

Andrea chuckled softly to herself, also remembering the intense sexual activity
which
followed their announcement.  Hell, she couldn't walk without it hurting for a
week. 
A gasp from across the room broke through Andrea's reminiscing and she looked up
to see her niece's head bobbing like a cork, her young face stuffed with man
meat.

The room grew quiet as Samantha sucked her father into hardness, her small mouth
barely accommodating the enormous bulb of his cock, two hands grasping the
hardening shaft, massaging it in time with the motion of her tongue.

Adam was taking great care not to move while Samantha worked on him, watching
her
head bobbing through half-closed eyes.  Within minutes, his cock was fully erect
and
he disengaged his daughter.

"No, I wasn't finished!" Sam protested, feeling her father lift and turn her.
Seconds
later, she was being tickled in that wonderful place by her father's moustache,
momentarily forgetting her disappointment.  Samantha giggled happily as Adam's
tongue wormed its way along her growing bud, the tip lodging inside her snatch.

"That tickles!" Sam said between giggles, causing the other adults to chuckle
themselves.

"Are you okay, hon?" Kendra asked, running her fingers along Sam's developing
body.

"Oh, yes!  I'm fine, thank you!"

Adam was losing himself in Samantha's young, fresh taste, feeling the young girl
wriggling her bottom onto his face as she experienced her version of an intense
orgasm.  Continuing to giggle, Samantha turned to face her father.

"I'm ready now," she announced to everyone, the giggles continuing to flow from
her. 
Around the room, the assembled adults found Samantha's delight contagious as
smiles
spread on their collective faces.

"Okay, Sam," Adam said, starting to get up.  Samantha place a small hand on his
chest.

"No, I wanna get on it, just like Grandma Eti did," Sam announced, looking
toward
Etienne, who nodded approval.

"As you wish, Princess," Adam conceded, lying back and awaiting.

Samantha positioned her tiny orifice just above her father's cock, her face a
study in
concentration.  Beside her, Kendra spoke quietly.  "Remember honey, try to take
it
easy.  This is going to hurt, but it'll go away."

Sam nodded, squeezing her eyes shut just before plunging herself onto her
father's
sword.  Her eyes grew wide as the spongy head lodged itself into her slit - and
stopped!

"Awww," complained Samantha.  "It won't go in!"  Hearing her daughter's plight,
Kendra's eyes searched the room until she found what she was looking for.

"Don't move, Sam; I'll be right back."  Kenny jumped off the bed, retrieved
something
off the dressing table, and returned to the bed.  A few seconds later, Adam
could feel
the cool slickness of a lubricant being applied to his maleness, hearing
Samantha's
startled gasp as the same lube was introduced to her.

"Now try it, Sam," Kendra said.  "But, be careful honey - this stuff is pretty
slippery."

Sam acknowledged her mother's warning with a nod.  Once again, her face took on
an
almost adult-like seriousness as she positioned herself over her father.  "One,
two,
THREE!"  Samantha plunged herself downward as hard as she could.

Samantha's gasp was lost in the gasps of the adults as Adam's shaft vanished
inside
of the youngster as far as her young body could take it.

"OH, MY!" Samantha cried out, feeling her hymen tear and Adam's cock filling
her. 
Sam's body trembled at the unexpected invasion, causing everyone to move toward
her, concern written on their faces.  Frantically, Sam waved her hand.

"No, don't!  I'm okay!  Mom?

"Yes, honey?" Kendra answered, concern lacing her voice.

"You were right - that stuff is slippery!  And, you know what?"

"What, darling?" Kendra relaxed upon hearing Samantha's happiness.

"Daddy does feel good inside me, just like you said!"

"I'm glad, Sam."  Turning to Adam, Kendra kissed him.  "Congratulations,
darling! 
You've made Sam a woman.  Now, finish the job, lover - fill her with love!"

"My pleasure," Adam said.  Holding Sam's slender hips in place, he began fucking
into
Samantha slowly and carefully, allowing his little girl to enjoy the loving at
an easy
pace.

The excitement of the moment, combined with his previous exertions and
Samantha's
very tight canal, was too much for Adam as he exploded inside of his daughter.

"Hey!  I can feel it!" Sam said happily, leaning forward as far as she could to
hug her
father.  "I can feel your stuff in me!"

Allison watched the whole moment in awe.  Turning to Lorne, she asked, "Is this
some
kind of ceremony?  Like a rite of passage?"

Lorne looked at Allison, smiling.  "Sort of.  What do you think?"

Allison's face softened.  "Even after making love with my children for the first
time, I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."  She tilted her
head up, her lips meeting with Lorne's.  "And, I have you to thank."

"Me?  What did I do?"

"You let Etienne have her way with you.  Just think; had she not been so bold
back then, none of this would have taken place."

"I suppose you're right," Lorne said, watching Samantha gingerly remove herself
from Adam's spent cock before collapsing into his waiting arms.

"I love you, Daddy!" Samantha said, snuggled against her father's chest.

"I love you, too, Sam," Adam said, as the rest of the family crowded onto the
bed, surrounding the newest of the breed with their love.


Finis?


Copyright 1996, Robert B. Morton II

Rob Morton

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