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rkhaan@ix.netcom.com.  Copyright 1996-1999, Robert B. Morton II, all
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Disclaimer

For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing,
all I can say is caveat lector... you have been warned.  The following
is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any
resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental,
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Part Three of Three (3/3)
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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 was 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 are Andrea's things 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," Allison said, 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 that 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 gray while his neatly trimmed beard
and moustache was shot through with more gray 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 that had been quietly watching the whole thing.
His smile grew wider.

"How are you 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 tattoo 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 that 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?


Rob Morton
ICQ# 51761475

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