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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 8) [Asian, MF/f, f/b, Incest (Father-Mother-Daughter, Brother-Sister), Consent]
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Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 01:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 8: Sunday Lunch 

"I'm going out!"  Cat shouted as she skipped the last
two steps on the stairs, landing with a loud thud.  

She didn't wait for a reply; she immediately lunged
forward towards the front door, snagging her jacket
from the coat hook with one fluid, practiced movement.
 
"Catherine?"  She heard her father's voice as her hand
reached the door knob.

Damn.  Two more seconds and she would have been out
and away, no questions asked.  She paused for half a
second and contemplated pretending that she hadn't
heard.

"Catherine?" her father repeated as he stepped into
the hall.  "Where are you going?"

"Out." Was Cat's initial answer, but she decided to be
nice and added; "Jane and Brandy are going to see
what's happening at the mall."

"Oh." He replied and she thought she saw a second's
worth of disappointment on his face, but then he
brightened.  "I thought we could have a family lunch."

Cat fought the instinctive reaction to roll her eyes
and gag.  Instead she just shrugged and said, "Can't. 
Already told them I'd meet them."

"Oh." He thought for a second and then asked, "When
will you be home?"

"I dunno." Cat replied, "By dinner?"

She left the answer open ended to see if there was any
wiggle room on the curfew.  Besides, "dinner" was
vague enough an answer that that could be any time.

"Five." Her mother added from the living room,
answering before her father had a chance to reply.

This time Cat couldn't hold back the eye roll.  Her
dad just gave her a sympathetic smile and a shrug.

"Well, have fun and try to stay out of trouble, okay?"
 He tried to assuage the sting of her mother's tone. 
He didn't like it when anyone left the house on
negative terms.

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything."  Cat
replied with a shrug of her own.

He stepped towards her, holding out a twenty dollar
bill to her.

"I love you."  He added, low enough that it seemed
like no one else would hear.  An attempt to shield her
well developed teenage angst.  "Now scoot."

She snatched the money from his hand and gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks."

She spun in place and sprung out the door before
another word could be said.

Mike just stood in the doorway and watched his
daughter leave.  In light of the events of the morning
the transaction reminded him of paying off a
prostitute.  The idea brought a smile to his face and
a twinge of excitement to the base of his stomach.

True, he'd never actually been to a prostitute, but
that's how he imagined it would be.

The thoughts faded from his mind as Cat disappeared
from his sight.  He exhaled heavily, already this
morning wasn't at all going as he had envisioned.

He closed the door and walked into the living room,
where Sara sat reading the newspaper.  He looked at
her for a moment as he tried to form his thoughts into
a conversation that wouldn't provoke a fight.

"You know."  He settled on something simple and
direct. "You two should really just try talking."

"Hmm?"  Sara glanced up from the newspaper, surprised
by the interruption.

"You two are more alike than either of you would care
to admit."  He offered with a shrug.  "You two should
try talking instead of fighting."

Sara blinked at him for a second as she tried to put
together a suitable reply.  In the couple of seconds
it took for her to come up with a start, he had
already turned around and walked away.

He knew it wasn't much, but maybe it would be a seed
he planted.  Riding the idea wasn't going to get it to
change, but maybe a slow approach would make a
difference.

"Angela!  Ben!" He shouted up the stairs.

Angela was the first one to appear, her head poking
around the top banister, a puzzled look on her face.

"Ben!" Mike shouted again, but he didn't have to
bother.  Angela's head disappeared and Mike could hear
her knocking, or banging depending on your point of
view, on Ben's bedroom door.

"What?" was the muffled reply; baffled by the door and
the music it held in his room.

"Hey slime-face!"  Angela shouted back, the childish
insult making Mike wince.  He wondered if he already
had a "Cat-in-training" now.  "Dad wants us!"

Mike stood waiting and listening.  Music stopped. 
Door opened.  What sounded like raspberries were
exchanged.  Then both faces appeared at the top of the
stairs.

"Come on down, we're going to have lunch." Mike was
able to say in a normal voice.

Sara glanced up from her newspaper again, surprised at
this announcement.  She had assumed that the plan had
been scrapped when Cat bolted for the mall.

Mike glanced at her and nodded, "Yes, that means you
too."  He gave her a playful wink, trying to show that
he didn't think it was anything too serious.

Angela bounded down the stairs with a hollered,
"yippee!" almost barreling Mike over.

Sunday lunches were rare and usually meant something
good was coming.  The last Sunday lunch Angela could
remember was right before they went on vacation to
visit aunt and uncle.

Ben was a little more restrained in his reaction.  He
was pretty sure that this meal had something to do
with the events of yesterday afternoon and, more
importantly, this morning.

Mike followed Angela into the dining room, finding her
already sitting in her regular chair.  All the while
fidgeting almost uncontrollably with youthful
anticipation.

Ben reached the bottom of the stairs just as his
mother was going to pass.  He stood on the last step,
feeling awkward and nervous, and just waited for her
to go by.

Instead she slipped an arm around his waist and gave
him a small hug before walking into the dining room
with him.  This small gesture told him that this meal
probably wasn't a bad thing.  It set his mind at ease
and his spirit soaring.

Just like Angela had, Ben took his normal seat at the
table, as if this was going to be just like any other
meal.  Sara walked over to Mike and stood next to him,
slipping an arm around his waist comfortably.  She
could see that Mike was stumbling with where to begin.

Standing next to him and trying to provide a united
front of reason to the oncoming conversation didn't
seem to help spur him on.  So she decided to speak up
first.

"What do you want for lunch?"  She asked, adding
"Anything you want."

No sooner had the words left her lips she knew they
were a mistake.  Ben didn't even have a chance to
think of a reply before Angela shouted out, "Lo ba
ko!"

Sara flinched at the shout, not in surprise, but that
she should have seen that coming.  Mike frowned and
glanced at his wife, already anticipating the answer.

"Honey,"  Sara started to say slowly, somewhat
apologetically.  "I don't really think we have the
ingredients to make turnip cake."

Sara was sure they didn't have them actually.  She
hadn't bought a turnip in months.  Angela's only reply
was a disappointed frown.

"Tell you what,"  Sara started to reply, "We can go
out this afternoon and buy what we need.  Then you can
help me make it for dinner."

Angela's eyes went wide with excitement now.  All
disappointment faded with this new found plan. 
"Yipeeeeee!"  

Sara couldn't help but laugh at that.

"How about some pancakes and bacon?"  Mike offered in
exchange, he had been craving pancakes ever since
waking up, a remnant craving from last night's dream. 
He decided the mashed potatoes could wait though.

As an after thought he glanced at Sara, not having
thought if they even had the fixings for that.  To his
relief, she seemed to recognize his unasked question
and nodded in reply.
 
As Sara slipped into the kitchen, Mike took a deep
breath.  He figured now was as good as any time to
start.  It shouldn't be half as hard as it would have
been if Cat was here, but that was a bridge he'd
eventually have to cross anyway.

"So..."  He started off a bit nervously.  "Has everyone
been enjoying themselves?"

He wasn't sure he knew where he was going with this
train of thought, but he was hoping that he'd figure
it out on the way.  Ben's face bloomed in a slight
blush as he nodded.  He knew what his father was
planning to talk about.

Angela, on the other hand, just looked at her father
with a confused expression.  She was expecting to find
out they were going to Disneyland or the beach or
something cool like that.

Mike stepped closer to the table, deciding to sit on
the edge of it.  Trying to look casual and at ease,
not menacing or annoyed.  

"What I mean is..."  He said, swallowing slowly as he
looked at his young daughter.  "Did you enjoy what we
did yesterday?"

Ben glanced at Angela now; it was his turn to be
confused.  

Realization dawned on Angela's face, symbolized in the
smile that spread her lips.  She still didn't see what
the big deal was though.
 
"And what about what you did with Cat last night?" 
Mike added, half to show her that he knew about it and
half out of curiosity to find out what exactly
happened.

A nervous look took over Angela's smile.  

Ben, entirely baffled now, looked back and forth
between his father and his younger sister.  Even more
interested in finding out what had gone on.

"It's okay, honey.  We're not mad at you."  Mike added
now, trying to reassure his daughter, but her face
remained unphased, the concern still filling her. 
"We're not mad at Cat either."

Angela's expression finally softened, relaxing.  She
nodded, "It was fun."

Mike thought about asking what she and Cat had done,
but decided to leave that for now.  Instead he looked
over to Ben.  "What about you?"

Ben swallowed now, feeling like he was in the
spotlight.  Hoping that his voice wouldn't crack when
he tried to speak.  "I liked it.  Mom made me feel
really good..."  

His voice trailed off, he had more to say, but he
wasn't sure about saying it yet.

"I liked it too."  Sara looked over at her son from
her spot at the stove.  "Ben really made me feel good
this morning."

She chose to repeat his words back to him.  She knew
her son.  She recognized his tone of voice.  She had
every intention of enjoying his body again as well as
having her body being enjoyed by him.  But that wasn't
going to happen if he was nervous and upset about it.

Ben smiled now, beaming with pride.  Then looked to
his father, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.  Like
maybe he shouldn't be so proud about that.

Mike smiled, again trying to reassure his son that it
was all okay.  "Your mother told me that you were
quite the lover this morning."

Ben's embarrassment faded again, the pride eclipsing
it.  "I liked fucking mom."  Was all he managed to
say.  It wasn't exactly the words he had intended to
say before, but it was close enough.

Unfortunately, his words didn't get the response he
expected.  Instead they were met by the sound of
Angela giggling.  Ben already felt stupid for his
wording, but this wasn't helping.

"Now, now.  What are you laughing at?"  Mike turned
his attention back to his youngest daughter.

"Ben said the f word."  Angela stifled her giggles
long enough to get the words out.

Mike shook his head as he watched her.  "Alright then,
if that's so funny, why don't you tell us all what you
were doing last night with Cat?"

Angela glanced around the room now, her eyes moving
from her father, to her mother, then to her brother,
before going back to her father again.  "In front of
Ben?"

Mike nodded slowly and was about to say something, but
Sara spoke up first.  "Yes, in front of Ben.  I don't
want any more sneaking around the house doing things
behind people's backs."

Angela frowned for a second and then smiled.  "Stuff."
 She was pretty proud of her witty way out of the
question.

"Umhm."  Mike replied with a nod, "And what sort of
stuff would that be?"

Angela's eyes darted across the ceiling as she
thought, recounting the memories in her mind.  Then
she looked back to her father.  She decided she'd just
pretend that Ben wasn't in the room.

"Cat let me watch TV with her."  Angela paused for a
second as a new thought flashed into her mind.  "I
want a TV for my bedroom too."

Sara just gave her daughter a look as she carried a
stack of plates into the dining room, placing them on
the table in front of her husband.  She relented
slightly though, adding "Maybe next year."

"Ok."  Angela said, her mind returned to the memories.
 "We watched TV and I told her how me and daddy
fucked."

At those words, Ben's mouth opened and his jaw almost
hit the table.  He stared at his little sister for a
moment and then looked to his father.  Waiting for
some proof that this wasn't just a big lie.

In his mind he could easily imagine it.  Angela naked,
laying on top of their father.  His father's cock
moving into and out of her.  Their hips moving
together.  His father's hand holding Angela's little
ass.

He blinked quickly now, bringing himself out of the
imagery.

Mike lightly laughed, not wanting to make her feel
uncomfortable.  He stood and started going about the
mundane task of placing the plates around the table.  

"Now we didn't really fuck, honey.  We just..."  He
paused, plate in hand, thinking for a second. 
"...enjoyed ourselves."

"Oh."  Angela replied, thinking about that for a
second.  "Cat didn't believe me.  But I told her all
about it.  Then Cat got naked."

The last sentence was added on like it was no big
deal.  Just a casual addition to the conversation.  

Ben just continued to stare at Angela, captivated by
his younger sister's words.  He had spent quite a bit
of time imaging what Cat might look like naked.  He'd
seen enough of her flesh at different times to piece
together almost her entire naked body.  The only parts
missing from his imagination were the ones he most
wanted to see.

Angela paused for a second, remembering details of the
evening as the came to her.  "Cat shaves down there." 
She pointed at her father's groin.

Ben blinked at this, suddenly another little piece of
Cat's body formed into his jigsaw imagination.  Then
another thought fell into his mind, all this time he
thought he was the only one in the house up to these
sorts of things.  Then it hit him, looking at Angela
still dumbfounded.  Cat shaves?

"Yes, I know."  Mike replied, walking into the kitchen
to collect silverware.  

"Cat let me touch her.  And she showed me a boy-thing
she had."  Angela said, nodding a bit sagely at Ben. 
She knew more about something than Ben did and she was
enjoying every second of it.

"The dildo."  Mike commented to Sara.

"And it shook just like mom's back massager!"  Angela
added happily, wanting to make sure everyone knew just
how knowledgeable she was.  "Cat said it was her toy."

She felt the need to correct her father.  She didn't
know what a dildo was, but she remembered what Cat had
told her.  And if anyone knew what the toy was, Cat
would.

"Cat and I kissed."  Angela started talking quicker
now, holding up a hand and counting off the events on
her fingers.  "And she undressed me.  And she kissed
my boobies.  And she touched my parts like daddy did
with his mouth.  And then she put the toy on me."

Ben continued to stare gape mouthed at his little
sister, the condensed carnality had sent his mind
reeling.  He looked at his father now, to see what his
reaction was going to be to all of this.

Mike found it difficult to walk, his erection
uncomfortably restrained in his jeans.  Despite this
he managed to walk back into the dining room with the
silverware.  

He let his daughter's words linger as he placed out
the eating utensils.  Looking to Ben now.  "And what
did you do with your mother?"

"Mom gave me a blowjob yesterday.  And we fucked this
morning."  Ben blinked for a moment; his experiences
seemed to pale in difference to what his sister had
been up to.

"We made love."  Sara corrected her son as she walked
into the dining room with a plate a food.  She smiled
at Mike from across the room, "And Ben came inside me.
 I think I still feel a bit of him in me."

The "fuck" word had been making her bristle all
morning, but this was the first opportunity she could
find to gentle correct it.

Mike just smiled in reply.  He already knew what they
had done, Sara had told him earlier.  But she knew he
enjoyed hearing about it again.

"Well, while we eat..."  Mike started to say.  "I think
we should lay a few ground rules now."

================================

During the long meal, Sara and Mike both explained to
their youngest children about how much they loved
them.  Wanting to make sure they both understood that.
 They explained to them that having fun together was
okay, but that most people wouldn't understand.  And
that's why they shouldn't tell anyone about what they
had been doing.

They explained to them that no meant no.  And that no
one in the house should be forced to do anything.  And
no one should try to force someone else to do
something.  And, above all else, that they should feel
comfortable telling each other what they want and
don't want to do.

================================

As the lunch conversation went on, Sara found it hard
to sit still in her seat.  She felt a growing wetness
spreading between her thighs.  She felt herself
excited in a way that before yesterday she couldn't
even remember.  With ever shift of her hips, her jeans
rubbed uncomfortably against her over stimulated
pussy.

Her mind slipped out of the conversation, slipping
easily into a momentary day dream about what this
evening's meal could be like.  

The image was so real that she could smell the meal as
she imagined herself carrying it to the dining table. 
A beef roast, still steaming from a long, slow broil
in the oven, red juices running down and pooling in
the plate.  The table already baring a bowl of carrots
glisteningly glazed with honey and baked potatoes
capped with melting butter.

Everyone eating and enjoying the meal with no
arguments or complaints.  No worries about what
happened yesterday or what might happen tomorrow. 
Just pure enjoyment of the moments spent in each
other's company.

Not worrying about cleaning up after the meal.  Just
leaving the plates where they are.  Moving to the
living room to relax and digest.  No television, no
music, no interruptions.

Herself sitting on the loveseat, watching Cat relax on
the couch next to her father.  His hands moving up to
her shoulders, slowly massaging her.  Watching Cat's
body relax as she leaned back against him.  His firm,
strong hands moving slowly and easing away the aches
in her muscles.  Practiced motions that Sara knew so
well.

Watching as Cat's neck eased, her nipples growing
harder, pushing against her shirt, showing her
excitement, signaling that her body was growing ready.

Slipping off the love seat, crossing the living room
to join them.  Fingers touching Cat's side while
sitting next to her.  Cat's eyes staring dreamily,
invitingly, openly.  Fingers moving up to touch her
nipples through the shirt.  Hearing Cat's moan begin,
but cutting it off by leaning closer and kissing her.

Knowing that both Angela and Ben are watching, excited
by the idea of them enjoying this.  Eager for the
moments when they'll be ready to join it.  

Leaning back away from Cat's lips, watching Mike's
hands descend over Cat's shoulders.  Unbuttoning her
blouse, unveiling their daughter for Sara to see. 
Sara's own hands drifting lower, to Cat's thighs. 
Massaging her muscles as Cat eased her legs open.

Sara's fingers unbuttoning Cat's jeans while Mike's
unclasps her bra.  Both parents' hands moving as one,
undressing their oldest daughter.

================================

Ben couldn't believe what he was hearing.  It wasn't
that he was uncomfortable or that these new things
were unwelcome.  Quite the opposite in fact.

He'd spent the past few years with sex dominating
almost all of his thoughts.  What it would feel like. 
Who he would want to do it with.  When he could do it.
 What he would want to do.

Now here it was.  In less than a day his mother had
sucked his dick and then followed that up with letting
him fuck her.  If someone had told him he would be
doing these things, he would have said they were
crazy.

No, not fuck, make love together.  That's what his
mother had called it. 

Now both of his parents were saying that it was all
perfectly normal.  That they had no intention of
stopping them from doing and even seemed to be
encouraging it.

Sure, there were some rules, there always seemed to
be.  But none of them seemed overly restrictive.  They
did keep repeating how important it was not to talk
about this outside the house.  That seemed second only
in importance to not being silent.  To saying what you
wanted and, more importantly, saying when you didn't
want to do something.

He glanced at his mother and saw a pleased smile on
her face.  She was certainly comfortable enough with
this.  And he couldn't wait to explore more with her. 

His eyes glanced at Angela as a small realization
crossed his mind.  They were also saying that Angela
and he could, if they wanted to anyway.  He hadn't
even contemplated that before.  She never really
interested him in that way before; she really didn't
interest him that way now actually.

Then his mind focused more precisely.  Cat.

Now the idea of having Cat, well that was something
that had occurred to him at least a couple of times a
week.  Sometimes he thought that she intentionally
teased him with her body.  Letting him get glimpses of
her, just to see what his reaction would be.

Next time she did that it would be different.  He
could see her parading by his bedroom door on her way
to the shower.  In that same short milky-white
nightgown that mom always yells at her for wearing
around the house.  The one that showed just enough
skin to set his mind blazing.  

Next time he'd wait until he heard the bathroom door
close.  Then he'd wait in the hallway for the water to
start.  He'd give her just a moment more, then he'd
let himself into the bathroom as quietly as he could.

He'd just stand in the bathroom, watching the outline
of her body move through the shower curtain.  The
steam of the hot water billowing over the top of the
shower.  He'd undress then and still stay as quiet as
he could.

He'd slip into the shower then, his eyes taking in
every detail of Cat's back.  The water dripping down
her back.  The soap running over her ass.  The way the
hot water left pink stains across her skin.  

She'd see him then, but she wouldn't yell or scream. 
She wouldn't shout for him to leave.  She'd just smile
at him.  Her eyes gazing down at his erect cock.  He'd
know that she'd want to feel it as much as he wanted
to feel her.

He wouldn't say a word, just take the soap from the
wall and start to wash her back again.  Hearing her
moan happily at his touch.  His body pressing closer
to her as he reached around to wash her front. 
Running his soapy hands over her belly, then down
between her legs.

Cat lifting one of her legs and putting it on the edge
of the bathtub, inviting him to touch her deeper. 
Feeling her warm lips slipping around in his hands. 
She'd have to put her hands on the shower wall to keep
herself standing, while his hands moved up to hold her
breasts. 

She'd start moaning his name while he pinched her
nipples.  They'd feel firm and hard in his hands,
eager for the attention.  She'd manage to turn around
and face him then.  Her back leaning against the tile
wall.  Letting him step under the spray of hot water
too.  Her hands would grasp his cock, stroking it in
her fingers.

Before he could think about what else he'd do to her,
she'd drop to her knees.  Her mouth kissing his shaft.
 Licking the length of it.  Before taking just the
head of it into her mouth.  Her tongue fondling it
lovingly, her mouth sucking at it.  Making him gasp
out and hold her head.

She'd move closer now, taking him deeper into her
mouth.  Her tongue moving all around his length as she
slowly took all of him in.  Her lips pressed up into
his hips now, the warm feeling engulfing all of him. 
One of her hands holding his balls, massaging them,
her other hand holding his ass, encouraging him to
move.

He'd start rocking his hips forward and back, moving
himself into and out of her mouth.  Making love to her
face.  Watching down through the steam as she watched
up at him.  The hot water splashing into her face,
making her blink up at him.

She wouldn't let him finish like that.  Just when he
thought he was about to let loose into her, she'd let
him out of her mouth.  Backing up to lean against the
tiled wall again.  She'd tell him how much she wanted
to feel him inside her.  He'd willingly oblige. 
Moving between her legs, pushing his cock towards her
tender pussy.

Her hands would help guide him into her, moving down
to hold his ass again.  Pulling him tight against her.
 Making sure that he was all the way inside her. Then
she'd start guiding him in and out of her again. 
Telling him how much she wanted to feel him cumming in
her.

It wouldn't take very long and then he'd be squirting
up into her.  Giving her what she was asking for. 
What he'd wanted for so long.

================================

Mike was amazed at how calmly and rationally the
conversation seemed to be going.  It was turning out
much better than he had expected.  It was actually
relatively easy to talk about, once they got past the
initial embarrassment and nervousness.

He looked across the table at his wife and could see
the slightly glazed look in her eyes.  He wondered
what she was thinking about.  He had a feeling that
what ever it was she was thinking, it was probably
pretty exciting.

He gazed at Ben for a moment, then Angela.  Then down
at his food as Cat slipped back into his mind.

He knew that talking to her is probably not going to
be easy as this.  He knew how she got when ever they
tried to talk about normal subjects.  Always defensive
and combative.  He wondered if he was like that as a
teenager too.

Anyway, he could only imagine what she'd be like for
this conversation.

He tried to play it out in his mind, what he'd say to
her.  What she'd reply.  How to keep it from getting
out of hand.  But, instead, his mind kept getting
drawn back to one thought.

Cat's naked body.  

After seeing her this morning, all he wanted to do was
have a chance to fuck her.  Climb into bed with her. 
Hearing her moaning his name as he ate her into a
frenzy.  He wanted to hear her beg him to fuck her. 
He wanted to get her so aroused that the only thing
she wanted was to feel his cock entering her.

He smiled to himself.  He wanted to fuck his own
daughter.  He wanted to fuck her bad.  And he was
quite comfortable with that.

================================

Angela just enjoyed her meal as the conversation went
on.  She understood all of it, even the parts that her
parent's seemed to think she didn't.

Adults were silly like that.  Never giving us kids
enough credit.  She liked what she and her father did,
even if it wasn't really fucking.  She really liked
what her and her sister did.  That wasn't fucking
either, but it made her feel really, really good.

Thinking about it all gave her a warm feeling inside. 
But then other, more recent memories came back to her.

"Angela, honey."  Her mother had said.  "I really
don't think you're old enough yet."

Giving her father her best puppy dog expression of
disappointment didn't work either.  He just nodded in
agreement with her mother.

She didn't care.  She wanted to fuck.  She wanted to
know what it felt like.  Mom let Ben fuck her, so
what's the big deal?  She'd find away to show them
that she was old enough.

And one day she was going to get her father to fuck her.

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