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An Adventure in Silliness
by Charles Dick (frg72001@yahoo.com)
All eleven chapters posted here
***
Early love amongst siblings leads to lifelong
appreciation. (mf, pre-teens, youths, v, 1st, inc,
mast, rom)
***
CHAPTER ONE: JESSIE'S BOYFRIEND
Hoby Hillerman sighed and rolled over onto his back.
"Man, I'd like to get into her pants," he muttered.
Larson West, his buddy, still stared after the girl
who had just walked by. "Yeah. I know just what you
mean."
"No, I don't think you do."
"Huh?"
"I mean, I'd like to get into her pants. Literally.
Get them off her and put them on."
"Man, you're sick!"
"Hey, come on. How many sisters do you have?"
"Come on, Hoby. You know damn well how many sisters I
have."
Hoby rolled back to his side. "Yeah. Say it, though."
"Six. Why?"
"And you've never done any fantasizing about them?
Never imagined what it would be like to see them
naked? Never imagined... maybe fucking them?"
"No!"
"I don't believe you."
"Anyway," Lars said, directing his eyes after the
retreating form of Andi Harrison, "What's that got to
do with anything?"
"You ever see any of them in just their underwear?"
"Yeah. Of course. Especially Lila and Jessie."
"Look good, don't they?" Hoby grinned at his friend.
"Well... yeah... I guess so."
"You like the look of their panties, right? What kind
do they wear?"
"Hey!"
"Come on, tell me."
Lars sighed. "They mostly wear these little cotton
things. They have flowers on them, or little hearts.
Little bows on the front. Sometimes just solid
colours. Stripes."
"You ever handle any of them?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"You know, pick them up and feel what they're like?"
"Well... I sometimes help Mom doing the laundry."
"And I bet you like to handle the girl's stuff."
Lars flopped onto his back and gazed up at the fluffy
white clouds drifting by. "Okay. Yeah. I do. I like
the way they feel. Especially Janey's and Elaine's."
Janey and Elaine were twins, the oldest of the six
sisters.
"Well," Hoby said, "just imagine what it would be
like to actually wear those panties. Have your cock
in the same place their pussies have been."
Lars closed his eyes. He could feel his cock swelling
as he tried to picture what that would be like.
"That's the way I imagine what it would be like to
get into Andi's pants," Hoby said. He sighed again.
"Not that it's ever likely to happen."
"No," Lars agreed.
"So... I just have to get into Monica's sometimes."
Monica was Hoby's sister.
Lars stared at him. "You... actually put on Monica's
pants."
"Well, panties anyway. Most of her pants don't fit
me."
"Oh."
"Want to see?"
"What?"
"Want to see me wearing Monica's panties?"
"Uh..."
Hoby laughed. "Here..." He unfastened his jeans and
shoved them down to his knees. This displayed a very
brief pair of cotton panties decorated with
alternating stripes of red and green. His cock made a
large bulge in the crotch. "These are the ones Monica
wore yesterday. I took them out of the laundry
hamper."
"Uh, aren't they kind of tight?" Lars asked. "They
don't look very comfortable."
"Oh, they fit fine. They're made of some kind of
stretchy material, and we're just about the same size
anyway."
Not too surprising, Lars thought, since Monica was
only a little over a year older than Hoby. But much
better proportioned, he amended. He'd love to see her
in just her underwear. Or nothing at all.
Hoby pulled his pants back up. "You ought to grab
some panties and try them on," he said. "I bet you'll
like the way they fit."
"I'm more into boxers," Lars said. "I don't like
things tight around my balls."
"Oh, well, I bet they have some nice frilly things
too. Monica has some loose fitting satiny things that
I kind of like. It's just that she doesn't wear them
very often, so they don't get into the laundry much."
Lars shook his head. He wasn't sure where this crazy
conversation was headed. It all started because he
had the hots for Andi, he knew. He also knew that
neither of them was ever likely to get the
opportunity to see Andi in her underwear. Or naked,
for that matter. And even less likely to have an
opportunity to wear her clothes.
Hoby glanced at his watch. "Oh, shit. I promised I'd
be home by now. Guess I'd better get going."
"Yeah. See ya."
*
Lars wandered off in the same direction Andi took. He
didn't have any definite reason for doing so, but
thought it might be possible to catch another glimpse
of her. He liked the way her ass twitched in the
tight grey pants she wore.
Come to think of it, he hadn't noticed any outline of
panties. The tight pants moulded to her ass so snugly
he was sure he should have been able to see anything
like that. He could feel his cock swell as he
pictured the girl of his dreams sauntering along.
He walked around a corner and collided with her.
"Oh! Oh, damn. S-Sorry," he stuttered.
They staggered together, clutching each other for
support. Finally able to stand up straight, he
stepped back and let go of Andi's arm.
"Well, close encounters of some kind," she said,
laughing.
"Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry." He had to think for a
moment to get the reference to that old science
fiction movie.
"Not a problem," she said. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, yeah. Fine. Fine."
She grinned at him. "I haven't been that close to a
guy for a long time."
"Oh."
"Kind of nice, actually."
"Oh."
"Uh, yeah. You're Lars, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Not very talkative, are you? That's okay. I talk too
much, anyway."
"Oh."
Her grin got wider. "You know what? I think you owe
me something for running into me like that."
"Uh, like what?"
"Well, you could buy me a drink or something."
Since they were standing outside a little café, Lars
couldn't easily turn down the invitation. "Okay," he
said. "Let's go in here. What would you like?"
Luckily he had enough money on him to buy two glasses
of cola. They went to sit in a booth.
"Thanks," she said, taking a sip. "What are you up to
today?"
"Oh, nothing much. I was hanging around with Hoby,
but he had to go home."
"What were you guys doing together?"
"Uh." There was no way he was going to tell her what
they'd been talking about.
"Come on, tell," she said, laughing. He like the way
her mouth opened a little to show her dazzling white
teeth. He looked into her eyes, feeling miserable.
Those eyes were deep dark brown, the kind of eyes you
could get lost in.
"Um... well."
She giggled suddenly. "I bet you were talking about
girls, right. I think that's all boys talk about. Or
maybe sports?"
"Yeah, right," he mumbled. He could feel his cheeks
getting red.
She laughed again. "I knew it. Which girls? Anyone I
know?"
Well, he could answer that honestly. "I don't think
so."
"Well, who then? Come on, Lars. I won't tell anyone."
He sighed. Maybe he could just lie a little bit and
not tell her she was at least part of the
conversation. "Well, our sisters."
"Sisters? How many sisters can two guys have?"
"Uh... Hoby has one. I have six."
"Oh, you poor guy." She sighed. "I used to think it
would be nice to have a brother or sister. Then my
mom got married again and now I have two little
brothers. What a couple of pests."
"Really? I mean... well, sisters are all I have. I
guess you get used to having them around when you
grow up with them. I don't know what it would be like
to have them suddenly dumped on me."
She nodded and took another drink. "I thought it
would be fun, to start with. But they're always
getting into my stuff and coming into my bedroom
without knocking."
Lars felt his cheeks reddening again. "Well, with
sisters, it's the same thing. My little sisters are
always in my room or the bathroom. I keep yelling at
them, but it doesn't seem to do any good. And then
mom gets mad at me for yelling. I guess I just have
to put up with it until I can leave home."
Andi looked at him steadily for a long moment.
"You're sisters come into the bathroom when you're in
there?"
"Yeah."
"Wow... I bet," She paused, then grinned that
infectious grin again. "I bet they're trying to see
you naked."
"What?"
"Yeah, I bet that's it." She leaned back and studied
him. "Yeah... if you were my brother, I think that's
what I'd be doing. That's what my little brothers
keep doing to me."
"What? Come on!"
"No, really. You're kind of sexy, and good-looking.
No, I mean it. Really."
"Oh, uh... Sexy?"
She leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands.
"Yeah. Sexy. If I were looking for a boyfriend, you'd
be one of the guys I'd be considering. Of course."
Her hand was soft and warm and he felt his cock
getting hard again. "What?"
"Well," Now she started blushing. "You'd have to want
a girlfriend like me, too. I mean, before I'd
consider it."
He sucked in a deep breath. "Uh... well... yeah. I
mean..." He exhaled sharply. "If I was looking for a
girlfriend, I'd be glad to have you... if you were
interested, I mean."
She squeezed his hand. "Oh..." Her cheeks were bright
red now. "Why? Why me?"
"Well... I mean, You're about the sexiest girl I
know. I-I... really like the way you look."
"You think I'm sexy?" she said, surprised.
"Oh, yeah. Real sexy."
She let his hand slip away and leaned back again. The
blush suddenly drained from her cheeks. She stood up
suddenly, clutching her stomach. "Th-thanks for the
drink. I gotta go." Lars stared after her as she
practically ran out of the café.
Had he done something wrong? Hurt her somehow? Damn.
And it had seemed to be going along well. Well, he
didn't think he'd have ever had a chance to even talk
to someone like Andi anyway, so at least he had that
to remember. And she was sexy!
*
Next day, Lars joined his mother in getting the
weekly laundry done. His job entailed going around
the various bedrooms and collecting clothes from
wherever the girls happened to drop them. Sometimes
this meant crawling under one of the beds or fishing
around under the bedding.
Janey and Elaine, the twins, shared a bedroom, as did
the two youngest girls, Lila and Jessie. This was by
their own choice. The other two girls, Connie and
Amber, had separate rooms, one on either side of
Lars's.
The twins were out early, gone to a gymnastics class.
He pushed into their crowded room and started picking
up underwear and other clothes until the basket was
half full. Lars remembered Hoby's idea and sorted
through the panties until he found a pair that
appealed to him. He shoved it into his jeans pocket
and carried on the next room. Lila and Jessie were
still in bed. Jessie sat up as he came in. Much to
his surprise, she didn't seem to have anything on. At
least her chest was bare.
"Is it laundry day again?" she asked.
"Yeah. You want to help me gather up your clothes?"
"Sure," she said, and hopped out of bed. Well, at
least she wore some frilly blue satin panties. He
felt a surge of disappointment. Oh, well...
It took a few minutes to top up the basket.
"Thanks," he said, hefting it off the floor.
"Hey, wait a minute," Jessie said. She skinned out of
the panties and added it to the pile. She didn't seem
at all nervous at appearing naked in front of him. He
felt his cock start to swell, and beat a hasty
retreat to the laundry room.
"Is that all of it?" Mom asked.
"No. I still have to do Connie and Amber, and my
room."
"Well, get going then. Dump that load on top of the
dryer so I can sort it out."
Connie's room, as usual, was comparatively neat. Lars
didn't know where she was. Probably off with one of
her girlfriends, he thought. He grabbed up her
clothes, then went to his room and gathered his own
up.
He hesitated. The panties were burning a hole in his
pocket. Everything seemed pretty quiet. He shoved his
jeans off and quickly pulled on the panties, then his
jeans again. Now his cock was definitely getting
hard. He was surprised at how nice they felt. Smooth
and cool and... yeah... sexy.
With shaking hands he hoisted up the hamper and went
to Amber's room. She was hunched over her computer
keyboard when he went in.
"Good morning," he said, as he started gathering the
jumble of clothes in the bottom of the clothes
closet.
"Uh, yeah." She looked up from the screen with a sort
of dazed expression on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh. I'm still working on this story," she mumbled.
She'd been writing a story for the last couple of
months. Lars would have liked to read it, but she
wouldn't let anyone see it, "until it's finished."
She turned back to the screen and started typing
again. He studied her back and decided she had a nice
figure. Funny, he'd never considered any of his
sisters like that before. Amber had a figure much
like Andi's, he thought, though perhaps not quite as
shapely. But then she was younger than Andi, so who
knew what she'd look like in a year or two.
"That's the lot," he said to his mother, back in the
laundry room.
She sighed and passed a hand over her forehead. "One
of these days, I'm going to make you responsible for
the whole thing," she said. "I don't know how you
kids can generate so much dirty clothing."
He felt his cheeks flush as he said, "Perhaps you
need to get the girls to wear less."
"Good idea. I'll think about it."
Wow. He didn't think he'd get away with a remark like
that. "I'm... uh, going to have my breakfast," he
said.
As for Prudence, his mother, it wasn't just the
amount of work the kids generated. It was the amount
of food they ate, the amount of clothes they used up,
all the basic necessities of living. The twins needed
gym time, and they all wanted their own computers.
Lila needed a new bike, having outgrown the old one,
which had been handed down from Connie to Amber to
Jessie and was now pretty well worn out anyway. Lars
needed new runners in the fall and he would probably
have grown out of his jeans and shirts. Luckily, he
was content to wear little more than shorts all
summer. And the van needed new tires and probably a
tune-up.
She glanced down at her own clothing. Her own shorts
would probably last another season, and with fall she
could switch back to long pants. But Byron would
likely need new shirts and a suit if he got the job
he was away in New York interviewing for. And she'd
love to get some new underwear herself. She sighed.
No sense in feeling sorry for herself... she'd been
just as an enthusiastic participant in the sex that
produced the seven kids. Thoroughly enjoyable sex.
She missed Byron, being held in his arms and feeling
his muscular naked body against her. She shivered
involuntarily, feeling her nipples swell against the
T-shirt. Keep that up and you'll have to go change
your pants, she thought.
Lars found Jessie seated at the kitchen table eating
a bowl of cereal. She was wearing a fluffy pink robe
now. She grinned at him.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Huh?"
"Did you like it, seeing me naked?"
"Oh. Uh... I didn't really look." What was this all
about, he wondered.
"Oh, come on. I bet you did. Do you think I'm
pretty?"
"No, really. I was too surprised."
"Oh. Well, would you like to see?"
"Uh..."
She jumped up and took the robe off. After a moment
of just standing there holding the robe out at arm's
length, she climbed up on the chair and posed in
front of him. "Well? What do you think?"
"Look, Jessie. I mean... what's going on? Why are you
doing this?"
"'Coz I wanna know. Am I pretty? Do I look good to
you? You're the only boy I can ask."
"I am?"
"Well, who else? I don't know anybody well enough.
Besides, you're my brother and you ought to know if
your sister is pretty or not. How do I compare to all
the girls in your class?"
"How the hell would I know? I've never seen any of
them naked!"
"Oh. Why? I thought you have some girlfriends or
something."
"Well, I don't. I guess there's one or two who are
friends, but not girlfriends."
"Damn," she muttered and hopped down to the floor. "I
guess I'll never know."
"Well, that's not true. When you get a boyfriend, I'm
sure he'll tell you. But... yeah, I think you're
pretty. But remember, I've never seen anyone else
naked."
"So you like the way I look."
"Yes. Now put your robe back on before Mom comes
upstairs."
The image of Jessie's naked body kept cropping up all
the rest of the day. He had to admit, he did like
what he'd seen. Oh, she wasn't as curvaceous as Andi,
but there were definite areas of interest. Her
breasts were starting to bud out and there was a wisp
of dark pubic hair over her pussy slit. And tiny hard
pink nipples surmounted those little breasts. For a
twelve-year-old going on thirteen, he thought she was
good to look at.
He had to give himself several severe shakes though.
Imagine thinking such thoughts about his sister. But,
still, the picture kept swimming up in his mind
whenever he wasn't thinking about something else. And
every time his cock started swelling, he remembered
he was wearing one of the twin's panties and it got
even harder.
Lars was just about ready to put out the light and go
to sleep that night (he'd shoved the panties under
his mattress) when Jessie and Lila marched into his
room. Jessie perched cross-legged on the end of the
bed by his feet. Lila stood beside her. They were
both wearing their bathrobes.
"We want to know if one of us could be your
girlfriend," Jessie said.
"Huh? How can you be my girlfriend? You're my
sisters."
"But we need to know how to act with a boyfriend.
Only we don't know any boys we'd want to have as
boyfriends, so we decided to find out if you'd be
one," Lila said.
Lars looked back and forth between for a long moment.
"Look," he said. "You're being silly. I'm your
brother, for pete's sake. You can't have a brother as
a boyfriend."
"Why not?" Jessie asked.
"Well..."
"Yeah, why not?" Lila said. "What's wrong with it?
Why can't you be friendly to one of us?"
"Uh... I thought I was being friendly. To both of
you, as a matter of fact. We're not enemies, are we?"
"No, but it's not the same thing," Jessie wailed. "I
mean... you just act like we're you're sisters."
"Well, you are my sisters," Lars said, exasperated.
"But we don't want you to act like that," Lila said.
"Yeah, we want you to be romantic and stuff. Kiss and
hug us and... and... stuff," Jessie added.
"What kind of stuff?" he said suspiciously.
"Oh... you know... stuff. Stuff boyfriends do with
their girlfriends. You know."
"Well, since I don't have a girlfriend. And never
have had one, I don't know what you mean."
Jessie sighed and got up on her knees. She untied the
robe and shoved it off. Lila followed suit and they
posed in front of him naked.
"Doesn't this tell you anything?" Jessie said.
"Uh..." He looked back and forth between them. He
already had a good idea what Jessie looked like and
now he was presented with her younger sister. Lila
still looked more boyish than girlish, with a
practically flat chest and no pubic hair he could
see. Her pussy slit was filled with a bright shiny
red protrusion. So was Jessie's. Even though Lila had
no tits to speak of, her tiny nipples were sticking
out almost as much as Jessie's.
"So if you were going to have one of us for a
girlfriend, which one do you like the look of best?"
Jessie said.
"Uh... look... why are you doing this?" Lars
whispered. "What if mom or someone came in here and
found you like this?"
"Oh, they've all gone to bed," Lila said. "And the
twins are watching TV in the basement."
"So, which one do you like best?" Jessie demanded.
He looked back and forth from one to the other again.
"Look," he said. "This is stupid. I already told you
I thought you're pretty. And, Lila... well... I...
guess you are too. You just don't look like a real
girl, and that's just because you're only ten. I
mean, when you're as old as Jessie, you'll be just as
pretty."
Lila pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. She
glared at him.
"That's not fair!" she snapped. "I can't help it if
I'm not as old as she is."
"No, you can't," he agreed. "But... well, you look
pretty good for a ten-year-old."
"But you don't want me for a girlfriend."
"I didn't say that. I didn't say I wanted either of
you."
"That's not fair either," Jessie said. "You can have
either one of us and you won't choose."
Lars searched his brain for some kind of answer. He
knew his cock was as hard as it ever got, with these
two naked girls in front of him. But he figured he
shouldn't be thinking with his cock. Suddenly, he
thought of way that might make them stop.
"Look," he said. "I can't choose right now. You both
look nice. If you... no, you'd never do that."
"Never do what?" Lila said.
"No, no, it wouldn't work."
"Come on, what?" Jessie demanded. "We'll do anything
you want."
"Well," he sighed. "If you were to go around
completely naked all the time from now on, so I could
get used to seeing what you look like, then after a
while maybe I could make a decision."
"What?" Lila cried.
Jessie stared at him with her mouth hanging open.
"Yeah. I think after a while, seeing you naked all
the time, I'd be able to figure out which one to have
as a girlfriend."
The girls looked at each. Jessie hopped off the bed
and pulled Lila into a corner where they whispered
back and forth for a long time. Finally, they came
back to the bed.
"Okay," Jessie said. "We'll do it. But how will we
explain what we're doing? And what happens if we want
to go out?"
"Yeah. What if I want to go play with Nancy?" Lila
said.
"Well... I know. If you go out, you can't wear any
underwear. And... and... if you have to go out during
the day, at night you have to sleep naked."
"Oh, pooh," Lila said. "We do that anyway."
"So that's it? If we go out, we can't wear panties?"
Jessie said.
"Yup."
"Um... well... uh... what happens when I... uh...
have my periods?"
Lars had forgotten about periods. If he even knew
Jessie was having them. He knew all the older girls
had them. He never forgot how Connie had acted when
hers started. She'd been so happy when they started,
and then got completely pissed off when it was
pointed out that she was growing up now and had to
start acting like a lady. That was something she
hadn't anticipated. She wanted to keep being her old
tomboy self. It had been a long couple of months
before she finally accepted what was happening to her
body. Accepted, but never happy about it.
He sighed. This wasn't going quite like he'd
anticipated. "Well... okay. But only then."
"All right. But how long do we have to do this? When
will you decide?"
"Oh. I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"Well," Jessie sighed. "I guess that's the best we
can do." She got a thoughtful look on her face.
"Say... you wouldn't want one of us to sleep with
you, so you can find out which one would be the best
girlfriend in bed?"
"You want to sleep with me?" he gasped.
"Well, yeah. Isn't that what girlfriends do? Sleep
with their boyfriends?"
"Where the hell did you get that idea?"
"Well... doesn't Amber sleep with Harry?"
"How would I know? Where do you get these crazy ideas
from, anyway?"
Jessie shrugged. "It doesn't matter, I guess. If you
don't want one of us to sleep with you, we'll just go
to bed. Come on, Lila."
Lila started to put on her robe. Lars shook his
finger at her. "Remember... you have to go naked all
the time now."
He was still amazed to think they'd actually agreed
to such a restriction. Lila shrugged and followed
Jessie out of the room.
*
The next morning Lars woke up to a loud ruckus.
Voices shouted and screamed from down in the kitchen.
He could make out his mother's voice, and Jessie's,
and he thought Amber was also involved somehow. He
had a pretty good idea what was going on and his
suspicion was confirmed when Lila came running into
his bedroom. She was naked, tears streaming down her
cheeks. She leaped onto the bed and cowered against
his side.
"What's wrong?" he asked. As though he didn't know.
Lila shuddered. "It's Mommy. She's gone crazy. She
started shouting as soon as we went downstairs for
breakfast."
"What about?"
The girl shivered. "About... about us being naked."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. She... she... says we're stupid little girls
and she's going to make us stay in our room all day
and then she's going to sew us into our clothes and
then she's going to spank us and... and... and..."
"And so?"
"And so we can't go naked like you told us to. We'll
never know who you'll choose as your girlfriend now,"
she wailed.
Lars sighed. "Lila. Listen. I don't think I can
choose one of you as my girlfriend. You're my
sisters. Sisters can't be their brother's
girlfriends. That's just the way it is. I'm sorry. I
thought you guys wouldn't even consider doing such a
thing. I'm sorry you got in trouble, but you really
were being silly."
Lila buried her face in the pillow, sobbing her heart
out. Lars reached over and patted her shoulder, then
squeezed it. After a moment, she lifted her head and
looked at him. Then much to his surprise, she climbed
on top of him and hugged him tightly, her head tucked
against his neck. After a moment, Lars wrapped his
arms around her. He quite enjoyed the feel of her
soft smooth skin and felt his cock start to grow.
She was still crying when Mom opened the door and
came marching in. She strode up to the edge of the
bed and stood there, arms folded, glaring down at
them. "Lila," she said, very quietly, "go get
dressed. And I don't want to hear another word about
this from you. Or from Jessie."
Lila lifted her head, sniffling. "Mooom," she
groaned.
"Go!"
Lila slowly slid off the bed and trudged away. She
glanced over her bare shoulder before leaving the
room, her cheeks wet with tears.
"Now. What is the meaning of all this? I got some
cock and bull story from Jessie and it sounds so
stupid it might just be true."
Lars sighed and slowly told her what had happened. "I
never thought for a moment they'd really do it,' he
finished.
"You were trying to make them see sense?"
"Yeah. I mean, I thought Jessie, at least, would be
sensible. She's old enough to know better, I
thought."
"She really wanted you to be her boyfriend?"
"That's what she said."
Mom shook her head. "That kid. Well..." she sighed
and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Listen. I don't
know how you really feel. But would it be so hard to
treat her like a girlfriend for a little while?
She'll probably forget all about once school starts
again in the fall. She'll have boys falling all over
her, I bet. She's going to be a very beautiful young
lady, you know."
"Mom! She's my sister!"
"I know. I know. But... well... take her out on a
date or something. Treat her the way you'd treat a
real girlfriend. I bet she'll get over it real soon,
and then you can relax. Maybe get a real girlfriend
when school starts."
"But what about... you know?"
"What?"
"You know... didn't she say?"
"Say what?"
He sighed and felt his cheeks getting hot. "She
wanted to sleep with me," he muttered.
"Oh." She leaned back. "I see."
She studied him for a long moment. Lars felt like
squirming under her gaze. Finally, she said, "How did
you feel about that?"
"Um... I... I don't know."
"Nervous, I bet. You didn't know what to do, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, maybe we need to nip this in the bud. Let her
sleep with you. I bet she won't last more than a
night or two."
"What? Mom!"
She leaned forward and grabbed his hand. "Lars, it's
okay. Really. If Jessie wants to be silly, let her.
She'll soon come to her senses. It's just puberty
hitting her hard. I felt the same way when I was her
age. I wanted to sleep with a boy, any boy, so bad it
hurt sometimes. Then when I actually did it, it
turned out to not be such a big deal." She let go his
hand and sat back, staring off into space. "Though it
was nice for a while," she murmured after a while.
She looked back at him then. "Just do it. See what
happens. I'm okay with it."
She got up and headed out of the room, then paused.
"Breakfast is ready. Hurry up and get dressed."
When he got downstairs, Amber grinned at him. "Boy,
you sure started something. You should have seen Mom
when she found those two sitting here stark naked."
"Don't worry," he said. "I heard it. I heard a lot
more when she came upstairs." He sighed. "Now I have
to start treating Jessie like she's my girlfriend."
He paused. "I don't even know how to treat a girl
who's not my sister." He thought about Andi suddenly
rushing away from him.
Amber laughed. "It's not so hard. Be nice to her;
take her where she wants to go. Kiss and hug a bit.
Buy some food. Talk to her. Especially, talk to her.
That's what I like anyway." She paused. "I wish Harry
would treat me like that."
"Uh... why don't you tell him what you just told me?"
"Because... well... I don't know. I guess I think he
ought to know how to treat a girl."
"But Harry doesn't have any sisters so he doesn't
have anyone to tell him."
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."
"Uh..."
"What?"
"Um... this is stupid. Mom... Jessie wants to sleep
with me. Have you... have you ever slept with Harry?
I mean, what happens?"
"What about Mom?" She said, avoiding answering the
question.
"She said... she said it's okay. For Jessie to sleep
with me."
"Oh." She stared off into space. "So... you want to
know what to do?"
"Yeah."
"You thinking you should try to fuck her?"
"Uh..."
Amber started tapping her fingers on the table. She
blushed. She stared out the kitchen window. She
sighed. "Listen, Lars. This goes nowhere else, okay?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"I... have slept with Harry. Not all night. Not every
time we get together. But... yeah... we've fucked. I
don't know... I mean... she's your sister... that's
supposed to be illegal or something, isn't it? But...
if you do... just be gentle. Don't just... you
know... shove your cock in and squirt your juice into
her. Make her feel like she's part of it, touch her
and hold her and... and... you know... don't be a
jerk."
Lars couldn't contain his surprise that Amber would
admit sleeping with Harry and almost didn't take in
what she was saying. "But... but... but... I don't
even know where it goes. I mean..."
Amber nodded. "I know. Harry didn't know either, the
first time. But I'm sure she'll show you. Anyway,
it's not that hard to figure out." She got up from
the table. "I gotta get back to my story. Good luck."
She walked quickly away. Lars noticed her nipples
poking out the front of her T-shirt. He'd never paid
a lot of attention to her. Now he noticed how snug
her shorts were and how her buttocks twitched as she
walked.
My god, he thought to himself. First I'm treated to
two naked sisters and have to look forward to fucking
one of them, and now I'm getting the hots for another
one. He shook his head hard and began to fill a bowl
with cereal. To top it off, he suddenly realized the
girl's panties were still tucked under his mattress
and the twins were home so there was no way he could
return them. How had his life suddenly gotten so
complicated?
CHAPTER TWO: THE DATE AND AFTER
Breakfast eaten, he trudged back upstairs. Jessie and
Lila were in their bedroom, sprawled on their
respective beds. Lila had put on a singlet and little
blue shorts that hugged her bum. Jessie still wore
her fluffy pink robe. He looked back and forth
between and shook his head.
"What?" Jessie asked.
"It's just... I don't know... I don't understand you
two. Anyway, Jessie, would you like to go out with me
for a while? Like on a date?"
"You mean that?" she cried, sitting up.
"Yeah. We could... I don't know. Where would you like
to go?"
"Oh... uh... can we go to the ice cream store and
then maybe go for a walk by the river and then go
have dinner together?"
"Yeah, sure. But you'd better get dressed. You can't
go out like that."
"Okay!" She got off the bed and tossed the robe
aside.
Lars beat a hasty retreat. "I have to go tell Mom
what we're going to do," he said over his shoulder.
Not to mention asking her for some money so he could
treat his "girlfriend."
When he came back he found Jessie wearing her
favourite red dress. It hugged her body and
emphasized her small breasts. The skirt barely
reached her knees. Lars thought it was getting too
small on her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." She walked up to him and took his hand.
"Bye," Lila said. "I don't think it's fair though."
"What's not fair?" Lars asked.
"That Jessie gets to be your girlfriend without us
having to make you choose."
"Oh. Well... you'll have to talk to Mom about that.
Come on, let's go."
They stepped out onto the front porch and Jessie held
him back.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said. She looked him in the eye and
lifted her skirt.
"What are you doing?" he gasped.
"You said not to wear underwear when we went out."
"That was before. I don't think... you better go back
and put some panties on before Mom finds out."
She shook her head defiantly. "No. This is what we
agreed to. Besides," she grinned. "I often don't wear
panties anyway. It's no big deal. I know lots of
girls who don't."
"You do?"
She giggled. "Yeah."
"Uh... who?" He was remembering the look of Andi's
pants the other day, when he couldn't see an outline
of panty hem.
"I'm not telling. I don't want you thinking of
someone else instead of me."
Lars enjoyed the time at the ice cream parlour. He
was surprised at what they talked about. He expected
Jessie's conversation to revolve around what they
were doing. Instead, she talked about a TV show
they'd watched, and what she was planning on taking
when school started again, and made some comments
about a couple of little kids who were also enjoying
their ice cream.
Later on, as they walked along the river path, she
talked about what they were seeing, and identified
some of the plants and trees, things he'd never taken
any interest in. They stood and watched a family of
swans cruising along the water, with her arm wrapped
around his waist and his arm over her shoulder. When
they reached the end of the path, they turned around
and strolled back the way they'd come. Lars found he
was relaxing in Jessie's company, more than he ever
had before. He felt comfortable with her and even
appreciated her.
He took her to an Italian restaurant for her
favourite pasta dish, fettuccini Alfredo, and was
amazed that she could tuck the whole serving away and
ask for dessert. Afterwards, they sauntered home in
the twilight, hand in hand, not talking much.
When they reached the house, she paused at the edge
of the property and gazed up at him. Then,
wordlessly, she turned and strolled up on to the
porch, where she turned to him and hugged him.
"Thank, you, Lars. This has been the best day of my
life." She reached up and kissed him, warm and soft
lips on his. He had to wrap his arms around her to
keep her from falling back. She pressed hard against
him and the kiss lasted and lasted. He felt her lips
part and her tongue passed over his lips and tried to
penetrate into his mouth. The pressure was quite
insistent and he pressed back with his own tongue,
trying to keep her out. But he was unsuccessful and
it slipped inside, to touch the tip of his own. It
was an electrifying touch and he felt his cock spring
into life, pressing firmly against her belly.
She leaned back after a long moment and smiled at
him. "I... love you, Lars. Really."
He stared at her for a moment, and then pulled her
back against his chest, cradling her head against his
neck.
"I love you, too. I just never thought I loved you
this way." He caressed her back with light strokes
and she made a little gurgling sound.
"What do you mean?" she murmured.
"I loved you like a sister," he whispered. "Not like
a girl."
"But... I am a girl."
"Oh, I know. How could I not, now? But now I'm
starting to feel differently about you. More like
you're... someone else's sister."
She giggled. "That's silly."
"I know. Let's see how things go, okay?"
"Okay." She shivered. The little abrupt movement made
his cock stiffen even more.
"Cold?"
"A little. It's cooling off. Let's go in."
Over dinner Mom reported that Dad would be returning
from his trip next evening. Lars and Jessie sat in
with the others, even though they weren't hungry. "I
don't know what the results are. He didn't say," she
said.
"Why did he go away, anyway?" Janey asked.
Mom sighed. "He went to see if he could get a new
job."
"What? Why?" Amber said. "What's wrong with the one
he has?"
"Nothing. But, well, if he could get this job, it
would mean more money. Sometimes it's pretty hard
making ends meet with the one he has." She smiled
around the table. "Nine people eat a lot of food, you
know. And keeping this big house going eats up a lot
of money, too."
"Oh, Mom," Elaine said. "We could get jobs, too, to
help out."
"Maybe, someday, it'll come to that. But right now,
what could you do? Work at McDonalds for minimum
wage? It wouldn't help much, I'm afraid. No, I think
you two should finish your college before you start
looking for jobs. We'll manage."
"I could mow lawns," Lars said.
"So could I," Amber said.
"Me too," Connie added.
Mom laughed. "I don't think there's enough lawns in
the neighbourhood for the three of you. But thank
you, anyway. Like I said, for now, things are okay.
Don't worry."
*
Later, Lars fell into bed and was almost asleep. The
long walk in the fresh air seemed to have made him
extra sleepy. And then he'd had a little more food
with the family when they got home. He yawned.
The door opened and Jessie came in. She tossed her
robe aside and slipped, naked, under the covers
beside him.
"Jessie! What are you doing?"
"I'm your girlfriend now, aren't I?"
"Yeah. I... guess so. So what?"
"Well, girls sleep with their boyfriends. So here I
am." She snuggled against his side, one arm thrown
over his chest. She yawned, kissed his cheek, and
murmured, "G'night."
"They don't all the time," he whispered. "Mom'll kill
us if she finds you here."
"Uh-uh. Mom said it was okay."
"She did?" Well, she had said the same thing to him.
But he didn't think it would ever happen.
"Yeah. So it's okay." She squeezed him, gave him
another soft kiss. "Relax. Go to sleep." She yawned
again. "That's what I'm gonna do."
After a while, he felt her seem to slump into the
mattress. Her breathing became slow and regular, the
arm over his chest relaxed and slowly withdrew. Lars
realized she must be asleep. But he was fighting a
nervous battle. He'd never slept with anyone before,
female or male. Jessie made a comfortable soft
impression at his side, her skin warm and smooth and
the slow rise and fall of her breathing felt nice.
But... well... having her naked body so close beside
him was disturbing to say the least. His cock was
shoving the covers into a distinct hill. He could
feel it throbbing against his sleep pants and the
bedding.
Despite everything though, he eventually dozed off.
But it wasn't a restful sleep. Every time Jessie
moved, he jumped back to wide-awake, only to doze
again. He finally settled into a deep sleep late in
the night.
*
Morning. Lars woke up with the sense of a warm body
at his side. Oh, yeah. Jessie. He turned his head.
She had moved onto her back in the night and a ray of
sunlight played over her heart-shaped face. A small
smile graced her mouth. She really was pretty, Lars
thought. Maybe would even be gorgeous in a few years.
He had to pee and realized he had another erection.
Or maybe the same one. He slipped out of bed and
tiptoed across the hall to the bathroom. It was hard
to pee with a hard on and he finally resorted to
masturbating to relieve the pressure.
Back in bed, he found Jessie rolled onto her side. He
lay facing her. She stirred and opened her eyes.
"Good morning," she murmured. "Where were you?"
"I had to go to the bathroom."
"Oh." She reached over and brushed his cheek. "Did
you sleep well?"
"Not really."
"Oh. What happened?"
He sighed. "Every time you moved, I woke up."
"Why?"
"I guess because I'm not used to sleeping with
anyone. Especially someone like you. I was...
nervous. Scared."
"Scared? Why would you be scared by sleeping with
your girlfriend?"
"Because I was worried someone would come in and find
you in bed with me."
"But it's okay. Mom said so. Why worry about anyone
else? Besides, Lila knows where I am and she wouldn't
come in. And when's the last time one of the other
girls ever came into your room in the middle of the
night?"
"Well," he shrugged. "Never, as far as I know."
"So there you are. No need to get upset." She
snuggled against him and caressed his chest, then
pressed her soft warm lips to his. He felt his cock
getting hard again. She moved her hand down his chest
and over his belly.
"Hey, why are you wearing pants in bed?"
"Huh? I always do."
"That's dumb. Especially when you're sleeping with
your girlfriend. You better take them off." Her hand
moved down over the waistband and encountered his
thickening cock. "Ooo, you've got a hard on. Is that
for me? Come on, I've gotta see it." She shoved the
covers down to their knees and tugged at the pants.
Lars struggled with his conscious for a long moment,
then lifted up so she could push them down. His cock
sprang free with soft slap on his abdomen. Jessie
propped herself up on an elbow and gazed at it.
"That's nice," she whispered. "I like it. It's so
much nicer than the ones you see on the internet."
She touched the swollen tip with her finger, and then
slid along the length to his scrotum. "I always
wondered what it would feel like. It's sort of warm
and hard and soft at the same time." She grinned at
him. "Much nicer than Amber's dildo."
Amber had a dildo? "How do you know she has such a
thing?"
"Oh, I found it one day when I was looking for
something. It's bigger than your cock, so you should
fit in me easily."
"You've... used it?"
"Oh, of course. So's Lila. We wanted to find out what
it would feel like to have a cock in our pussies.
It's really too big for her, but we got it half way
in anyway. I got it all the way into me," she said
proudly.
"How... how... how big is it?"
"Oh..." she traced his cock end to end and moved her
finger another inch or two beyond the tip. "About
that long, I guess, and thicker." She grinned at him.
"So you'll fit in me." She got up on her knees,
straddled his legs and held him up straight under her
crotch. "Here goes." Down she dropped, slowly letting
his cock penetrate into a warm moist channel. He'd
never felt anything like it and never even imagined
what it would feel like.
Jessie started pumping up and down, a look of sheer
ecstasy on her face. She closed her eyes leaned back,
making little moaning sounds from her half open
mouth. Lars felt the passion too and began pumping up
as she came down. He thought it had been a good thing
he'd come already because he doubted he'd be able to
last for long...
"Uh," Jessie gasped suddenly. "UhUhUH! Ohgodohgod...
AHHhhhh!" Lars felt her cunt spasm around his cock as
she stopped moving and lurched forward to press her
hands on his chest. The rhythmical clamping around
his rampant member pushed him over the edge and he
squirted half a dozen shots of sperm into her. She
collapsed completely on top of him, barely breathing.
He wrapped his arms around her soft hot body. He felt
his softening cock slither out, followed by a gush of
jism.
Several minutes passed. Jessie's breathing slowly
returned to normal and she rested her cheek against
his throat.
"Oh, Lars," she murmured. "Our first fuck. I was so
ready for this. I never knew how wonderful it would
be. Nothing at all like using the dildo. Oh, I love
you. I love you. I love you. I want to do this for
ever and ever and ever." She kissed him then, long
and soft, moving her head around, slipping her tongue
into his mouth.
After a while, she slid off his chest to lay cuddled
at his side. "Our first fuck after our first date.
Wow. I wonder if all girls feel like this after their
first time." She kissed him again. Her eyes closed
and her breathing slowed, matching his own. They
dozed off, arms around each other.
CHAPTER THREE: DAD COMES HOME
When Lars eventually got downstairs, he found Mom and
the twins bustling about the kitchen.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Dad's coming home this afternoon, late," Janey said.
"We're trying to get ready for him. Here, help me
make a salad. Get the lettuce and stuff out of the
fridge and start shredding it."
"But I haven't even had breakfast," he complained.
"You shouldn't sleep so late, then," Elaine said.
"Come on, lend a hand. You can eat later."
"How much later?"
"As soon as everything is ready," Mom said. "Help
Janey make the salad while we get the pasta ready to
cook. There's bread baking in the oven and Elaine's
going to make a pie for dessert."
Well, shredding lettuce was easy enough. He'd done it
lots of times. He watched as Mom filled a huge pot
with water and added some stuff while he yanked
lettuce leaves into small pieces. Janey was cutting
up tomatoes and cucumbers while he did that. Finally,
everything seemed to be satisfactory to the women.
Mom sighed and looked around the kitchen. "Elaine,
you put the pasta on at four-thirty. Make sure the
pie is done and started slicing some bread at five.
We should be home by five-thirty or a little later,
depending on if the flight is on time."
"Yes, Mom," Elaine said, making shooing motions. "Go
and get yourself ready. Everything will fine."
Lars didn't know what Mom needed to do to get ready.
She looked perfectly fine to him, dressed in green
slacks and a T-shirt. She looked around once again,
then headed for the bedroom.
Elaine sighed and plopped down on a chair beside
Lars. "Man, she worries too much. I'm glad you're
going to drive her to the airport. I don't think
she'd make it on her own,' she said to Janey.
"That's okay," Janey said. "I get to welcome Dad home
before any of you." She grinned. "He'll sure have
some surprises when he gets here," she added, looking
at Lars.
"Oh, don't tease our little brother," Elaine said.
She reached over and squeezed Lars's leg. "He's got a
lot on his plate right now. Did you sleep well?"
"Uh, not really," Lars said, feeling his ears
burning.
"Guess that's why he got up so late," Janey said. She
put a bowl of cereal in front of him. "You have to
keep your strength up, now, bro."
"Yeah. Say... what's happened to Jessie? I thought
she'd be here wanting breakfast too," Elaine said.
"She, uh, she was still asleep when I came down,"
Lars said. Now his face was red too.
"He must have worn her out," Elaine said to Janey.
"Yeah." Janey grinned at him. "It's not news, you
know. Mom told us what was going on and made us
promise not to interfere or bother you two."
He stared across the table at her. She looked a
little flushed too, and her nipples were making
prominent lumps on the front of her blouse.
Just then Mom came back into the kitchen. Now she was
wearing a short dress held up with skinny spaghetti
straps. She'd brushed her dark brown hair until it
glowed, and put on makeup. Lars couldn't remember the
last time she'd gotten so dressed up.
"I'm ready to go," she said to Janey.
Janey glanced at the kitchen clock. "Lots of time,
Mom. We don't need to rush. We'll just have to sit
around waiting if we get there too soon."
"Oh, I know. But I'd like to go, anyway. In case
there's some kind of hold up along the way. You know
what traffic around the airport can be like."
Janey laughed. "Okay. Let's go."
At last things settled down in the kitchen. Elaine
and the other girls went downstairs to watch TV,
while Amber retreated to her room to work on her
book. Lars took the opportunity to sneak the panties
from under his mattress and toss them into the twin's
laundry basket.
*
The airport was a chaotic hive of activity when they
got there. A jumbo jet from Asia had just landed and
the place swarmed with women in bright saris and tall
bearded men wearing turbans in many colours. Not to
mention the gaggles of children racing around.
"I'm glad it's a domestic flight," Prudence said,
sidestepping a little girl. "We can go up to the
other arrivals area. It should be quieter."
As Janey thought, they had a long wait, and the wait
seemed to get longer. She studied the video displays
and saw that Dad's flight was twenty minutes late.
When the plane eventually landed, there was another
interminable wait before the passengers started
streaming into the room.
"There he is," Pru shouted and raced forward to fling
herself in Byron's arms. They kissed and hugged, then
came over to Janey.
"What happened?" she asked. "Why were you so late?"
"Oh, there was some kind of problem in Chicago,"
Byron said. "We actually made pretty good time after
that. And then there was something wrong with the
loading dock and they couldn't get it lined up
properly with the door. Now all we have to is wait
for my bag."
Pru clung to his side, and he wrapped an arm around
her shoulders, caressing her bare skin. She shivered
and leaned her head against him. He leaned down and
kissed the top of her head. She squeezed tighter.
Janey stood back, watching them. Seeing them like
that, so sensually touching each other, made her
realize how much she was missing Robbie, her
boyfriend. He'd been away all summer and she hadn't
had any sex since he left. Watching her parents, she
suddenly realized her cunt was getting wet. She
glanced down her front and saw her nipples were
erect. God, she thought, why do I get horny here of
all places.
There was still no sign of the luggage appearing on
the carousel. She made quick decision.
"Uh, excuse me. I'll be back in a minute or two," she
said to her parents and made a beeline for the
nearest restroom.
She dived into the nearest stall and shoved her pants
down. Sitting on the throne, she dipped fingers into
her flooded cunt and reached under her top to pinch a
nipple. Her clit came alive as a finger stroked back
and forth. Tingles started shooting back and forth
from the nipple to the clit. God, she wished she had
a dildo with her, to shove deep inside and vibrate
the oh so sensitive G spot.
She felt the orgasm coming and started to groan, then
made a supreme effort to keep quiet as her body took
over, squirming on the hard seat. After a bit, she
leaned back, panting. That had been a good one. She
couldn't remember the last time she'd come in a
public washroom. Probably in high school. When she
felt able, she dried her cunt with some tissue and
stood up on slightly wobbly legs.
She washed her hands and went back out to the
arrivals room just in time to see the luggage finally
start to show up.
Her dad's bag was one of the first one down. Byron
stepped forward and grabbed it, lifting effortlessly,
and then turned to Pru and Janey.
"Got it! Let's go." He strode a way, swinging the bag
as though it was empty, with Pru hanging on his arm.
"You drive," Pru said to Janey. She opened the van's
back door and climbed, pulling Byron after her.
All the way home, Janey couldn't really tell what was
going on behind her. But she could hear little gasps
and moans and the rustle of cloth, panting and sighs
and grunts. She figured she knew what was going on,
and felt glad she'd masturbated so she could keep her
attention on the road.
When they got home, everyone piled out of the house
to welcome their dad back (including Jessie, Janey
noted).
Pru's dress looked dishevelled, with one strap down
her arm and the top of her breasts on view. Janey
thought Byron's fly was open as Pru led him into the
house.
"You guys get everything ready," she called over her
shoulder. "We'll be back in a few minutes." They
disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door.
*
A PARENTAL INTERLUDE
Later, after dinner, after everyone had disappeared
upstairs, Pru snuggled against Byron's side, her head
cushioned on his left arm. She sighed.
"I missed you."
"I was only gone a week," he said, chuckling.
"It seemed like forever. I'm not used to sleeping
alone, or going so long without sex."
"I know what you mean about that. I'm glad my hand
still works."
She giggled. "Me too. And my dildo."
She rubbed his chest and let her hand drift down to
his damp cock. After holding it for a few moments,
she twisted around and licked the knob. Then she took
it into her mouth and sucked the last few drops of
semen out.
"I always liked the way you taste," she said, sliding
back into his arms.
"You taste pretty good, too," he said, planting a
kiss on her forehead. "Want me to make sure? That I
still like the way you taste?"
She sighed. "Later, maybe. Right now, I'm still
coming down. Lars tastes the same way you do. Or he
did when he was little, anyway."
"Really? You sucked him off?"
"Not exactly. But one afternoon I just decided to
find out and I licked his little cock when I was
changing his diaper." She giggled. "I think he liked
it."
"What happened?"
"He just laughed and smiled. Nothing else."
A few minutes later, she told him about Lars and
Jessie.
"So, like father like son?" he said.
"And like mother like daughter." She paused. "When
did you first start having sex? I mean, real sex?"
"Mmm... I think I was thirteen. Clair and I were
fooling around. I touched her pussy with my cock and
pushed it in a little bit, just in the slot. But I
was too excited and I came, so she was kind of messy.
I helped her clean up. Then she said it felt nice and
would I do it again. So I did. Only that time, she
had me get between her legs and when I started to put
it in, she made sure it went in all the way. So that
was my first real fuck."
"You'd already been sleeping together, though, hadn't
you?"
"Uh-huh."
She sighed. "I've always had a hard time sleeping
alone. I guess that's why I lost my cherry at such a
young age."
"Eleven's not that young these days. That's how old
Clair was."
"I'd been sleeping with Vince or Riley off and on for
three or four years by then. I liked the way it felt
when they touched me. So I guess it was pretty much
the same way for me... I guided him into my cunt and
we fucked. And fucked and fucked. Ooo, I was a bad
girl," she giggled.
"I'm glad you had so much experience though, love. It
was so easy to love you. It's still great. I couldn't
fuck anyone else now, not and enjoy it anyway."
"Thank you, my love. I haven't slept with anyone
else. I don't even know anyone I'd go to bed with
besides you."
His hand squeezed her pubic mound, fingers twisting
the damp dark curls on it.
"Mmm," she murmured. "Maybe now would be a good time
to find out if I still taste good..."
CHAPTER FOUR: LILA
Lars was in bed one night about two weeks after
Jessie started sleeping with him. He'd been waiting
for her a while and wondering where she'd got to.
Having become used to her beside him, or under him,
or on top of him, he now looked forward to her
presence.
Finally she slouched in and sat on the edge of the
bed. She hung her head and seemed to be crying.
He reached out to run a finger down the middle of her
bare back and she flinched away.
"Oh-oh," he said, "what's wrong?"
She shuddered. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I
can't... can't sleep with you tonight."
"Why not? Don't you love me any more?"
"Of course I do. Don't be stupid. It's just... that
my period started. I... hate it... I can't stand to
be around people, to have them touching me, to...
to... to try to make love. I'm sorry. I'm gonna sleep
in my own bed. "
"Oh, well, I'm sorry too. But I do understand."
She got up and said, "Good night. I love you. I'll
sleep with you again in a few days. I'll... I'll send
Lila, she'll sleep with you."
"Lila?"
"Well, yeah. I mean... she's been wanting to ever
since we made that deal to see who would be your
girlfriend. Remember? So... I'm gonna let her sleep
with you while I have my period."
"But..."
"It's okay, Lars. I'm okay with it." She blew him a
kiss and went out.
Lars flopped back on the bed. He wasn't at all sure
it was okay. The agreement had been for Jessie to
sleep with him, with the understanding that she'd get
over it soon and go back to sleeping in her own bed.
There'd been nothing said about substituting Lila.
What would Mom say?
For that matter, he thought, what had Dad said when
he found out? Or had he found out? He'd certainly
never said anything, or even hinted he knew. Maybe,
Lars thought, I need to have another talk with Mom.
At that moment, Lila came. "Hi," she said. She stood
by the bed and took off her robe. "Is this the side I
sleep on?"
"Uh... Lila," Lars said. "I don't know about this."
"About what?"
"About you sleeping with me. I mean... I'm supposed
to be Jessie's boyfriend. Not yours. Do you think Mom
knows about this?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. But Jessie wants me to,
so you don't forget how to make love while she's
having her period."
"Huh?"
"Well, yeah. You're supposed to make love to me, so
you won't forget how."
"That doesn't make a bit of sense. Even if I could
forget in a few days, it just sounds stupid."
She pouted. "I bet it's just because you don't want
to make love to me. What's wrong with me?"
"Uh... well... you're right. I don't. But there's
nothing wrong with you as far as I can see. It's just
that you're not my girlfriend. And... and... and
besides, you're too young."
"Says who? I know how to do it. Jessie and me
practice all the time with Amber's dildo. I like it.
I want to know what it's like with a real cock."
Lars made an effort change the subject. "How come
Amber was letting you use her dildo, anyway?"
"I don't think she was letting us, exactly. Jessie
sneaks it out of her room sometimes when she isn't at
home."
"I see. So do you think that was honest?"
Lila shrugged. "I don't know. But it was fun. I used
it on Jessie an' she used it on me. We didn't know
what we were doing at first, but we found some
instructions on the Internet. It... it was kind of
painful the first time she put it in me. But I got
used to it. She says your cock isn't as fat and it'll
fit perfectly."
She climbed under the covers and turned her head. "I
think you should be on top the first time."
"Uh... why?"
"'Coz you can control how hard you push in. I might
shove it in too hard if I'm on top. But you gotta
make love to me first. You know, kiss an' hug an'
touch an' stuff. Jessie says it warms her up and
makes her extra horny an' her pussy gets nice an'
wet."
Lars sighed. "Well... you have to help me get ready,
too."
"Oooo, you mean I can play with your cock?"
"Yeah."
That wasn't all there was to it, of course. Lila was
kind of clumsy and tentative. That made Larson
tentative too. Oh, he got hard enough, and he enjoyed
the feel of Lila's body with its soft warm skin. Her
pussy did get nice and wet, the labia swollen and
red, the tiny clitoris erect and waiting. He fingered
her and sucked and licked and kissed and caressed
until she was squirming around the bed.
"You gotta do it now," she finally gasped, pushing
his head off her nipple.
"Okay. You sure now?"
"Yes. Just do it!"
He got between her thin thighs and lifted her legs
over his shoulders so he could get clear and easy
access to her pussy. His cock pressed against the
heat in her crotch. He manoeuvred it into her opening
and slowly sank in. The broad tip of his cock was
barely inside when he saw her bit her lower lip. Her
face went from flushed to ashen. He paused.
"You okay?"
"Uh... yeah... I guess so."
She sure didn't seem okay, Lars though. He eased a
little more into her. She turned her head away and
squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed his arms and held
on tight. He pushed in some more. She was a lot
tighter than Jessie, that was for sure. She made a
little whimpering sound. The trouble was, he was now
almost over the edge. He pushed in a little more,
then drew back. He made some slow thrusts in and out.
Tears started trickling from her eyes. Then there was
nothing he could do. The eruption came filling the
tight confines to overflowing. He held his cock in
her until it softened and slithered out.
"You didn't really like that, did you?" he said,
gathering her into his arms.
She started crying and shook her head. "I'm sorry,"
she wailed. "No, I didn't. It... it... it didn't feel
right. I liked the hugging and kissing and stuff.
That was nice. But... no... I'm sorry...It's so... so
messy and your body is so hard. Not like Jessie. I...
I... I guess I'm just not ready."
He kissed her wet eyes and brushed the tears from her
cheeks. "It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to do
it if you don't want to."
"But... what if you forget how? Then Jessie will be
mad at me."
"That's silly. There's no way I'll ever forget how.
Now, you just relax. You can sleep with me if you
want to, and I won't do anything you don't like."
"Really? You mean that?"
"Of course. I love you and would never hurt you."
"But I thought you loved Jessie," she sniffled.
"I do. And I love you and I love Amber and Connie and
Janey and Elaine too. But that doesn't mean I fuck
them, does it?"
"I... guess so."
"Right." He wrapped her in a hug and cradled her head
on his shoulder. "Now, you go to sleep. We won't say
anything about this to Jessie, okay?"
Lars held Lila in his arms for some time, feeling her
gradually relax into sleep. It was a nice feeling,
having her warm soft body tight against him like
that, and he feel asleep himself soon after.
CHAPTER FIVE: SUMMER TIMES
The summer drifted to a conclusion. Jessie continued
to sleep with Lars, much to his surprise, but, once
the initial excitement wore off, she didn't demand
sex every night. Lila came to him when Jessie's next
period arrived. Lars made love to her, but didn't
attempt to fuck her. At the end of the week, she
rested her head on his chest and sighed.
"This is so nice," she murmured. "But it's gotta be
hard for you. I mean, you're all hard and everything,
but you don't want to hurt me."
He sighed and squeezed her gently. "It's okay,
sweetie. I'll survive. Of course, if you felt up to
it..."
"Oh, Lars. No. I don't want to fuck. I'm sorry."
"No, what I was going to suggest is that you jerk me
off. Or give me a blowjob."
"Oh." She reached down and touched his straining
cock. "Um... I could, I guess. Tell me what to do."
"Just, you know, rub it with your hand."
"Like this?"
"Ohhh, yeah."
She gripped him and moved her hand up and down. His
body responded, jerking back and forth. He gritted
his teeth, not wanting to come too soon. He'd
masturbated before getting into bed, but he knew he
was still horny.
"Getting close," he gasped. "Oh! Yeah! Ugh!!!"
The stuff squirted out, spraying all over his belly.
Six or seven shots of sperm rocketed out. Lila
stopped rubbing and just held his cock until it
stopped. As his cock began shrinking, she squeezed it
gently.
"Wow," she sighed. "So that's what it looks like. I
did wonder what happened when you fucked me that
time." She traced a line of sperm with a fingertip.
"Jessie says sometimes she tastes it." She licked the
end of her finger and shrugged. "Doesn't taste like
much, to me. Was it okay for you?"
"Oh, yeah," Lars sighed. "Great. Thanks."
On a warm August afternoon, Lars sat under a friendly
shade tree trying to concentrate on a book. Lila kept
distracting his attention. She was sprawled on her
back, nearby, soaking up the sun, and wearing a mere
wisp of almost transparent cloth over her mound.
Every time she moved, his eyes jumped from the page
to her body.
Stupid, he thought. It wasn't as though he hadn't
become completely familiar with her nude body. It was
just that little triangle of cloth that tantalized
him.
He almost wished it was Jessie, but she'd gone off to
visit her friend Charmaine. He felt uncomfortably
warm, his cock making attempts to come erect in his
shorts.
He looked up from the book, or maybe from Lila, as
Amber came outside. She walked over to him, her skin,
what he could see of it, glowing in the sunlight. She
wore a skimpy tank top and short shorts. Her breasts
moved a bit under the cloth.
She sank down to her knees in front of him. "You got
a minute?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I finally finished my book. I wonder if you'd mind
looking over the first couple of chapters. Proofread
it or something. Let me know what you think. Check
for grammar and punctuation. You're good at that sort
of thing."
"Oh, yeah. Sure. When?"
"Well, now, if you're not too busy."
"Okay." He got up and left the book under the tree to
follow her inside.
"You want to read off the screen, or should I print
it out?" Amber asked as they entered her room. She
pushed the door shut.
"Oh, I guess I can read it off the screen." He sat
down in her chair and began reading, conscious of her
lurking anxiously behind him. He could feel her
warmth on his bare back.
He finished the first chapter and leaned back, then
jerked forward again when he pressed up against her
belly.
"Uh... that's good," he said, turning around. "I
fixed some spelling mistakes, but I like the way it's
going. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of
it."
"Thanks," she said. She stood looking at him for a
moment, then suddenly leaned down and hugged him.
"Lars," she whispered. "Would you..."
"What?" he asked, caressing her back.
"Fuck me," she gasped.
"What?" He jerked back.
"I'm so horny," she moaned. "I haven't had any sex
all summer, not since Harry went off to plant trees."
"Oh. But... why me? You could have any guy out
there."
"I know." She started pushing her shorts down. "But
you're here and I'm here and the bed's there and I
need it now." She tossed the shorts aside and slipped
her top off.
Lars couldn't remember if he'd ever seen Amber nude.
He automatically studied her, comparing her to Jessie
and Lila. There was no contest as far as figure was
concerned. Amber had heavy looking firm breasts,
tipped with crimson nipples. Her slim waist widened
into smooth round hips. Her mound, her swollen mound,
was covered with dark curls. The clitoral hood pushed
out, pink and shiny. She licked her lips, her tongue
moving back and forth.
He could feel his cock coming to full attention,
thrusting the front of his shorts out. She grabbed
his hands and pulled him out of the chair. It took
her only a moment the undo his shorts and shove them
to the floor, freeing his cock. She took it in her
mouth for a few seconds, lapping the knob, sucking.
Then she stood up and flopped on the bed. She spread
her legs wide.
"Come on. Hurry," she gasped, holding out her arms.
Suddenly, Lars was operating on automatic. He knelt
between her thighs and leaned down to suckle the
engorged nipples, one by one. She moaned and lurched
up at him, grappling for his cock.
"Just fuck me," she urged, pulling him into her
crotch. "You can do that later."
He sank into her easily. She wrapped her long smooth
legs around his waist and surged up.
"Oh, god, Lars. Yes. Yes. Ohhh. I need it so bad."
She continued muttering as she thrust frantically at
him until he caught her rhythm and began pounding
back.
It seemed like only a few seconds before he felt her
cunt begin to spasm around his cock. Usually he
managed to hold back when having sex with Jessie, but
not this time. The urgency of her movements, the feel
of her healthy warm body under him, and the rapid
fluttering of her cunt sent him over the edge. He
flooded her with seven or eight ejaculations as she
squirmed under him, gasping and moaning.
Then, spent, she relaxed with a long sigh.
"That was... wonderful," she murmured, running her
hands over his back. Her legs sagged down to the bed.
He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her
rapid breathing. She pulled his face down and kissed
him. He could feel the jism leaking out around his
cock and noticed it hadn't softened much. "You're
still hard," she said. He felt her squeeze his cock
with her vagina. "I hope you can do it again. As many
times as you can manage. I don't know why I'm so
horny. But you can stay here all afternoon, if you
want to. Fuck me lots, Lars. I know you're supposed
to be Jessie's, but I need it too. So much. I wish
Harry was here, but he's not and you are and you're a
good fucker, Lars, and I want you to do me." She
stopped babbling and kissed him again.
Lars caught his breath and began thrusting into her,
long slow strokes. He could make himself last for
quite a while that way with Jessie. He propped
himself up on his elbows and took her breasts in his
hands, squeezing the nipples, rotating them,
massaging the meat in his palms. She gurgled in
pleasure. He bent his head and sucked one of the hard
nips into his mouth, chewing gently with his teeth.
She gasped and bucked under him, almost throwing him
off.
He thrust more firmly, pinning her to the bed. Not
that it helped. She squirmed and gasped and clamped
her legs around him again, jerking frantically. He
noticed her eyes were clamped shut, her mouth open
and gasping for air as she writhed under him. Her
second orgasm surprised him as her vagina clamped
down in a vice grip and she squealed. Her body went
rigid for a long moment and then started jerking. He
sped up his thrusts and spilled more ejaculate into
as her gyrations slowed down.
This time his cock softened and slithered out of her
flooded cunt. She moaned into his mouth, trying to
hold him inside. Her legs pulled him into her but
there was no way he could stay hard after coming so
hard twice.
"Nooo," she moaned. "Don't. Stay in me. I need it
again. Stay in me," she wailed.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. "I can't. Be patient. I'll
get hard again in a bit."
"But I want you now," she moaned.
"Just... wait," he said, sliding off to her side.
"Let me make some love to you, then we can fuck
again."
"Oh, Lars. Oh, Lars. Yes. Make me come again. I can't
wait. Ohhhh."
He worked her over, trying to find every erogenous
zone, dipping his fingers deep into her gooey cunt to
find her G spot, taking her clit into his mouth and
chewing gently while he squeezed a nipple. She came
again, throwing him off her furry mound but not
expelling his probing fingers. He kept working,
sending her over the edge yet again. He could feel
his cock grow rampant again and positioned himself
between her smooth soft thighs.
"Ready?" he asked, rubbing her engorged labia with
his cock.
"Ohhh, do it. Do it," she groaned. He sank into her,
using the slow thrusts that seemed to please her
most. She moved under him, now slow and sensuous. She
made whispering comments as he fucked, almost more
noises than words. He made his thrusts firmer and she
surged against him, cooing and laughing.
When it was over, he rolled to her side panting. He
doubted he'd ever lasted so long before. Jessie liked
to do it maybe twice and then was satisfied. He
stared at Amber in wonder.
She rested against his side, breathing slowly. She
looked at peace, her chest rising and falling easily,
eyes shut, lips slightly parted. She felt around and
held his hand for a long time, then moved it to a
breast and pressed it against the nipple. She sighed.
"That was wonderful. I've never felt like this
before. I may have to trade you for Harry. Now I know
why Jessie is so happy." She laughed softly. "Some
day you're going to make a woman very happy. I'll be
so jealous."
"So Harry doesn't make you happy?" he murmured.
"Well... sometimes. But... we've never done it so
often. And... I don't usually come so many times.
Wow. I wonder how many times I came? I didn't count.
I should have. Lars..." she turned her head. "I don't
know how we'll do it, but this won't be the only
time. Just... just don't tell Jessie. I don't want
her to be mad at me."
He kissed her gently. "I don't fuck and tell. This is
between us. Only us."
They fell into a blissful doze and were still napping
when someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Amber groaned. "Who is it?"
"Just me," Connie said. "It's dinner time. Do you
know where Lars is? He's not in his room." She
naturally didn't open the door. That was a firm rule
amongst them. If a door was shut, it should stay shut
unless one was invited inside.
"No," Amber said. "He's here. We're... working on my
book. We'll be down in a few minutes."
"Okay. See you there."
Amber sighed. "I guess we'd better have a quick wash
before we go down. We must be kind of smelly."
Lars chuckled. "You always smell good to me, but I'm
sure we'd feel more comfortable." He got up and
offered her his hand.
Jessie looked at them kind of strangely, he thought,
when they came downstairs. She didn't say anything
though, merely pressed her leg against his when he
sat down beside her. Amber sat beside Connie on the
other side of the table, as usual.
Later, though, when she got into bed beside him, she
put her head on his shoulder and murmured, "Did you
fuck Amber this afternoon?"
"What?" he jerked out.
"Well, I want to know. Did you?"
"Uh..."
"You did, didn't you?"
"Jessie..."
"Lars, it's okay. If you did. I mean... well... she
must be going crazy with Harry away. I know I would
if we didn't fuck for weeks." She sighed and caressed
his chest. "She looked so pleased and happy and
relaxed, it was almost as if she wanted the world to
know something good had happened to her."
Lars took her hand in his. "Jessie... you're right.
But it doesn't mean I don't love you any more. She...
she just needed it. She was ready to rape me, I
think."
She kissed his cheek. "It's okay. Just, you know,
don't dump me for her. I couldn't stand that."
He turned on his side and pulled her against his
chest. "Don't worry, dear. You're the only girl who
gets to sleep with me." He kissed her softly. She
sighed and snuggled into his arms.
"Except Lila," she giggled. "Don't forget her."
"No. I won't." He caressed her back down to her bum
and squeezed a cheek. "You want to...?"
"Uh-uh. Just hold me like this for a while. I don't
always want to fuck. I like to be held and loved just
as much. This is... perfect." She tipped her head
back and kissed him. "Just perfect."
*
He met Amber next morning as he came out of the
bathroom. Jessie had already gone downstairs. Amber
smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for
yesterday," she whispered.
"Any time. Uh... Jessie knows. She figured it out
without me saying anything."
"Oh. Are we in trouble?"
"No," he shook his head. "She... she sympathized with
the way you felt. She was okay with it."
Amber heaved a sigh. "That's okay then." She paused
in the bathroom doorway. "Would she get upset if we
did it again?"
"I don't think so."
"Good. I don't usually get so horny, but you never
know what'll happen." She blew him a kiss and went
inside.
Jessie and Lila were arguing amiably about something
when Lars got to the kitchen. Connie was absorbed in
the morning paper, while the twins were gobbling
their breakfast before taking off for the day to
their summer jobs as swimming instructors. Dad had
already left for work. Pru was mixing something in a
big bowl.
"I think, today," she said, "we're going to have to
go to the beach. It's just the sort of day, too warm
but not too hot, to make it enjoyable. What do you
guys think?"
"Yeah!" Lila said. "When are we going?"
"Right after lunch, I think. That way our food will
have settled down on the way and you can hit the
water as soon as we get there."
"Ooo, can I wear my new suit?"
Lila had talked Pru into buying her a skimpy two-
piece item. Pru looked at her for a long moment, then
finally nodded. "I think so. But make sure the ties
are done up tight. I don't want you flashing all the
boys on the beach."
Lila giggled. "You think they'd notice? I mean... I
just look like a boy."
"Maybe on top," Connie said, shutting her paper. "But
not down below, and that's where they'll be looking."
"Connie," Pru said, glaring.
"It's okay, Mom," Lila said. "I know what boys want
to see." She grinned at Lars. "I won't put on a show,
I promise."
"If she can wear her new suit, I guess we can too,"
Amber said.
Pru sighed. "Okay. But remember what I said."
Amber and Connie had both got bikinis that showed off
their figures to perfection. Lars hadn't actually
seen them wearing the suits yet and looked forward to
the display. He hoped his reaction wouldn't be too
obvious. He'd already seen Jessie in her bikini and
thought she looked gorgeous.
Lars and Jessie sat in the van's rear seat, with
Amber and Connie in the middle and Lila riding beside
Pru in the front. Jessie kept pushing her hand
between his legs and giggling when he tried to shove
her away. The girls had put on shorts and T-shirts
over their swimsuits, so he still didn't know what
they looked like. Jessie's attentions though were
keeping him aroused. He tried to return the favour,
dipping his hand into her crotch, but she kept her
legs firmly clamped together.
When they got to the beach, Pru made everyone help to
take their stuff down to the sand. She'd brought a
cooler with drinks and some food along, and there
were several blankets and umbrellas to lug along, as
well as collapsible lounge chairs.
"Woof!" Lila gasped when they had everything
together. "Now I need to have a swim to cool off."
She yanked her shirt off and stepped out of her
shorts. She made a beeline for the water and dove in.
Lars glanced around and noticed several boys and a
few men following her progress. He felt a bit
apprehensive and hoped she wouldn't get into any
trouble. It was a public beach, but you never knew.
Amber and Connie were a little slower taking their
outer clothes off. Lars gave a low whistle when he
saw Amber. Her bikini was a light green colour. The
bra hugged her firm breasts while the bottom seemed
to be moulded to her pussy. The camel toe so formed
made his cock jump.
Connie's was much the same. Though he'd never seen
her naked, he could imagine her plump breasts
uncovered. Her bottom wasn't as snug as Amber's, but
he could see some dark pubic hair peeking out around
the edges.
When he turned to Jessie, he gasped. Her bikini
seemed a little too small in the open air. Though
he'd seen her model it before, here on the beach it
just seemed to have shrunk. The bra barely covered
her small breasts and the bottom looked inadequate to
cover her plump mound.
He shook his head and looked around. The girls
attracted a lot of attention, he saw. Though there
were lots of other girls on the sand, the newcomers
received more than their fair share of stares from
men and boys alike, and several females as well, he
noticed.
He chased Jessie into the water as fast as he could,
hoping nobody would notice his bulging trunks. The
cool water helped to cool him down and he swam with
her for several feet.
When she stopped to tread water, he paused at her
side. She grinned at him. "I bet you have a hard on."
"Not now," he said, shaking water out of his eyes.
"But man, on the beach... you guys are just so sexy.
Everyone was looking at you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You gotta be careful or you'll be hit on by
some of them."
"Jealous?"
"No. Scared."
"Oh, pooh. What could happen with you and Mom and all
the other people around? Besides, I only sleep with
you, you know that."
"I wasn't thinking of what you might do willingly.
More about what someone might do to you without you
wanting them to."
"Oh" She looked around. "You think something might
happen with all these people looking on?"
"I don't know. I hope not. Just be careful."
After a while, Lars felt more comfortable and went
back to shore. He sprawled on one of the blankets and
let a soft breeze dry him off. Pru was sitting on
another blanket. He hadn't paid much attention to her
before, but he now noticed she wore a bikini just as
brief as his sisters. It was black and the triangles
over her heavy breasts were so narrow as to barely
cover her nipples and areolas. The bottom was equally
scanty, though he couldn't see where the material
went between her tanned legs. He didn't know his
mother was so sexy.
He jerked his attention back to the ocean. Amber and
Connie were talking to some boys, laughing and
tossing their heads around. Lila and Jessie seemed to
be racing each other parallel to the shore and
ignoring everyone else.
He was about to go back in the water and join the
older girls when Connie headed back in. She paused at
the edge of the water and strained some of the water
out of her hair, then sluiced the drops off her skin.
When she started towards him, she sauntered, making
her journey sexy and alluring. He gasped, suddenly
realizing he'd been holding his breath.
She dropped down beside him and sighed. "That was
refreshing. We ought to come to the beach more
often," she said, stretching her arms out behind her
and leaning back, one leg raised. Her nipples were
pushing the front of her bra out.
"Yes," Pru said. "Before the summer is over." She
chuckled. "You seem to have made some conquests."
Connie shook her head. "Nah. They're just flirting.
Nobody I'd want to get to know."
"No?"
"Mom. Really."
Pru laughed again. "I have too many sexy little girls
in my family. I know you all make boys nervous, dear.
Just ask Lars."
Lars felt his cheeks get warm.
Connie turned to him. "Is that right?"
"Um... yeah. Sorry."
"Isn't Jessie enough for you?"
"Yeah. But Mom's right. You're all pretty sexy."
Connie blushed. "I never thought of myself as sexy."
"Well, you are. Right, Mom?"
Pru nodded. "Yes. I know how hard it is for you keep
your attention only on Jessie. I don't know if I've
been blessed or cursed with beautiful daughters. Not
to mention a handsome son."
"Mom!'
"Well," Connie said. "She's right. You look a hundred
percent better than a lot of the guys here who think
they're studs."
"That's true," Amber said as she joined them. Lars
hadn't seen her coming. She flopped down at his side
and squeezed his leg. "You gotta be careful or you'll
be a babe target."
"Oh, shut up," he muttered.
"Now you're embarrassing him," Pru said. "Ease up on
your brother. He's the only one you've got and you
need to be nice to him."
"Well, we are being nice to him," Amber said,
giggling. "At least, I am."
"Not to mention Jessie," Connie said. "But I think
we're all pretty nice to you. Just in different
ways."
Jessie and Lila came scampering up the beach. "I'm
hungry," Lila shouted.
"What, already?" Pru said.
"Yeah. All that swimming works up an appetite,"
Jessie said. She knelt beside the cooler and popped
it open. "Here, sis. Have a sandwich." She pulled out
a plastic bag and tossed it over, and then got one
for herself. "The water's nice, but I think I'm gonna
get some rays. Lars, would you put some sunscreen on
me?" She dug out a bottle from one of the bags.
"You all better have some," Pru said. "Otherwise
you'll get some nasty burns."
Connie giggled. "Then we're going to be keeping Lars
busy all afternoon."
"You'd better have some, too, Mom," Amber said.
By the time Lars finished spreading lotion on all
five females, he had an erection he couldn't hide.
Jessie patted the blanket beside her and said, "Now
it's your turn. You can burn just as much as we can."
She took the bottle and began working it into his
back and thighs. When she pushed his legs apart, her
fingers touched his scrotum through his suit and he
jerked. She leaned over him and whispered, "Sorry.
Are you...?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Stop it."
"Or?"
"Or I'll come in pants," he whispered.
"Would that be so bad?" she murmured. "It won't show
much on those black trunks, and you can go in the
water to cool off."'
He groaned. "Jessieee."
He looked around frantically. Pru had her book spread
over her face. Amber was on her stomach, head cradled
in her arms. Connie seemed to be asleep. Only Lila
was watching them, a grin spread over her face.
Jessie reached between his legs again and squeezed
his cock,
"Nice and hard," she murmured. She keep squeezing, or
running her fingertips up and down his crotch. He
hunched his abdomen up a little to ease the pressure.
She wormed a finger inside his suit and tickled the
knob. He grunted and erupted hard, then, gasping
collapsed on the blanket. Jessie snuggled against his
side. "Did you enjoy that?"
"No," he groaned. "Not here."
She caressed his back. "Sorry. I just couldn't
resist. Only now I'm all horny."
He rolled onto his side. "So?"
"So now you can return the favour."
He looked around wildly. "What? Here. In public?"
She giggled. "If nobody noticed what I did, I don't
think you have to worry." She pressed against him and
pulled his hand between her legs. "Just rub there and
I'll come in about two seconds."
"Now I'm all worked up," Connie muttered, as Jessie
floated down from her orgasm.
"Uh... I think I'm gonna go cool off," Lars said. He
jumped to his feet and ran into the water, hoping
nobody would notice his stained trunks.
He was treading water a few minutes later, when
Connie swam up beside him.
"I meant it when I said I was all worked up," she
said, bumping against him in the waves.
"So?"
"So maybe you can help."
"Oh."
She pressed against him. "If you pull my suit down
and yours, you could fuck me right here."
"Connie," he gasped.
"Hey. If you can fuck Jessie and Lila and Amber, you
can fuck me too. I get just as horny as they do."
"I... don't... fuck Lila," he moaned as she pressed
against him.
"No? Well, I know she sleeps with you. Come on," She
grabbed a hand and placed on her breast. Then she
reached down and squeezed him through his trunks. "I
haven't had any sex all summer either. I just haven't
been letting it get to me like Amber did."
"How do you know about..."
"I'm not stupid. I could see how you two looked when
you came downstairs. I haven't seen Amber look like
that since her last date with Harry. Now... please."
"But everyone's watching."
"Think so? How many people saw what Jessie just did?"
"Uh..." Lars could feel his cock stretching out as
Connie squeezed.
He looked around. Nobody seemed the least interested
in them. He touched the front of her bikini bottom.
She made a little moaning sound. He traced the edge
into her crotch. She spread her legs apart in
welcome. He could feel the heat. He wiggled a finger
inside and touched the swollen labia. She sighed. He
found the top of the triangle and pushed it down
around her knees. She made a little 'ooo' sound and
grinned, licking her lips. He backed away a little
and struggled to get his cock out, then pulled her
back.
Connie lifted herself and spread her thighs, letting
his cock slip into her crotch. She pushed it into her
cunt. He pushed it further inside. She moaned. He
began thrusting. It was awkward, floating in the
ocean, but the heat of her cunt and the cool water
surging back and forth between them was such an
erotic sensation that he was soon on the verge of
coming.
Connie had her lower lip clamped between her teeth.
All he could do now was thrust and hope it would be
okay for her. He sped up. She gave a little squeal
and he felt her cunt grip tightly as her body
squirmed against him. He shot his load.
"Oh, wow," she sighed after a minute. His cock
slithered out to hang limp in the cooling water. "Now
I know why Jessie sleeps with you. That was soooo
good."
"Really? I didn't think it would be all that good
like this."
"No, it was good." She drifted back a bit and tried
to wriggle her bottom back into place. "I think it
was because of where we did it." She looked around
and laughed. "Right in the middle of hundreds of
people and nobody noticed. And the feel of the water
between my legs... shit, that was something else."
Lars tried to work his cock back inside his trunks.
At least the seawater would rinse it clean, he
thought and having wet trunks when they got back to
land wouldn't be anything unusual. He wasn't sure if
he could walk back to their blankets though, not
feeling so enervated.
Connie floated a little way off. "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I guess so."
She grinned at him. "You sure made my day."
"Oh. That's good. I... um... kinda enjoyed it.
Unusual way to do it. I've never done it anywhere but
in bed."
"You can do me in bed anytime, bro. Anytime at all."
She floated on her back, smiling. "If you can get
away from Jessie, anyway."
"We've never done it during the day."
"Well, then. Come see me some time. My door will
always be open for you." She turned over and began
swimming towards shore.
Lars watched her go, treading water. He still felt
kind of shaky. Coming twice so close together wasn't
all that unusual for him. But with two different
girls, in two different places... well... he didn't
know what to think. He just felt so tired. He saw
Connie reach shore and walk back to the family. She
sat down beside Amber and began drying her hair.
After a moment, Jessie got up and headed his way.
She grinned at him when she reached his side. "So,
you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Of course."
"You look beat."
"Ah."
"I'm not surprised. You want help getting back in?"
"Um..."
"Connie told me," Jessie said. "It's okay. I'm not
mad at you. Or her. It's just like with Amber. I know
how horny she is. Or was." She giggled. "I guess
we're wearing you out."
"Well... I am a little pooped."
"Come on, then. You can lean on me when we get to the
beach."
They must have made a cute looking pair as they
staggered up to the blanket. Lars caught himself
laughing as Jessie wrapped her arm around his waist
and tugged him along. He circled her neck with one
arm and let it dangle over her breast. She felt warm
and soft moving against his body, and he worried he'd
be getting hard again. But they reached the blankets
before that happened and he sank down gratefully.
He was dozing when Lila shook him gently. "Hey," she
said. "Want something to eat? Mom's gone to get some
ice cream, and there's still some sandwiches and
potato salad."
"Oh," he grunted, and sat up. "Sorry. Must have
fallen asleep. Where is everyone?" he asked, glancing
around. Only Lila was with him.
"Amber and Connie went with Mom. I think Jessie went
to the bathroom." She grinned at him. "I've been
talking to that cute blonde girl over there. I think
she likes me."
Lars looked over at the little blonde, who smiled
shyly. Lila waved her over. "Alice, this is my
brother, Larson. This is Alice. She only lives a
couple of blocks from us. She just moved in and
she'll be in my class at school."
Alice wore a black one-piece suit that must have been
from the year before, it was so tight. Her eyes were
big and brown and, when she smiled, dimples formed
either side of her wide mouth. She blushed as Lars
looked her up and down. He held out his hand.
She hesitated. "It's okay," Lila said. "He doesn't
bite. Not hard, anyway."
Alice giggled nervously and let him hold her hand for
a moment before snatching it back.
CHAPTER SIX: BACK TO SCHOOL
School day mornings were always a rush. With the four
girls all wanting bathroom time, even with the three
bathrooms, it was a hectic time. The day after Labour
Day, Jessie sat up in bed and sighed.
"I guess this is the last morning we're gonna have
together for a while," she said, resting a hand on
Lars's chest.
"Yeah. I know... let's use the bathroom together. If
we hurry, we can beat Lila to it."
Amber and Connie would probably be wrestling each
other for the downstairs bathroom, if they didn't
argue Mom and Dad into letting one of them use the en
suite off the master bedroom.
They scrambled out of bed and dashed across the hall
to the bathroom, and found it unoccupied.
"Get the shower going while I have a pee," Jessie
said. "You can pee in the tub," she added, giggling.
They'd shared showers all summer, so this wasn't
anything unusual.
Lila wandered in just as they stepped out of the tub.
She yawned. "Morning. I hate getting up so early.
Lemme get in there. I hope you guys didn't use up all
the hot water."
"It was still okay when I turned it off," Jessie
said. She picked up a towel and started drying her
chest. "I'm gonna go get dried in our room and get
dressed." She leaned up to Lars and kissed his cheek.
"See you downstairs."
"Did you guys fuck in the tub?" Lila asked as she
pulled the shower curtain across.
"No," Lars said. "We only did it last night. Why?"
"Oh, just being nosy. I bet you'll be real horny when
you come home, seeing all those sexy girls again.
You'll have to fuck her then, I bet."
"Lila, stop it. That's not the only thing we do
together."
"Oh. Well, I bet it's the most fun thing. I mean, I
like it when I sleep with you, even if we don't
fuck." There was a long pause as she ducked her head
under the steaming water. Lars was ready to leave the
bathroom, when she added, "I think I'm gonna like
seeing all those sexy girls at school, too."
"What do you mean?" he asked, with one hand on the
doorknob.
"Oh... you know. I... I... I think I like looking at
sexy girls, for some reason."
"Oh. I see. Well, see you downstairs."
*
Lars had just located his new locker when someone
thumped him in the shoulder. He spun around ready to
fight, and then grinned.
"Hoby! Where the hell you been all summer?"
His friend grinned back. "In Europe. Remember the
last day we saw each other, and I had to go home? Mom
and Dad told us then we were going to Europe to visit
all our relatives. We spent most of July in England,
and then our aunt and uncle took us through Germany
and France." He leaned closer. "Guess what?"
"Uh, what?"
"I got laid."
"Really?" Lars grinned back. He'd been having so much
sex himself he didn't find it too exciting, but he
figured it must have been a special first for Hoby.
"Yeah. And you'll never guess who it was."
"Probably not."
"Come on. I'll tell you all about it, where there
aren't so many big ears."
Hoby led the way outside and under a shady tree at
the edge of the school grounds.
"Want to guess?" he said.
Lars shook his head.
"Well... you know I like to wear Monica's panties?
Well, she found out somehow and started teasing me
and we started fooling around and... well... somehow
we ended up half naked. I'd gotten her pants pulled
down, and she had one of those tiny thong things on,
and I tried to pull them off, and she had a hand up
inside my shorts and had hold of my cock." He stopped
for breath. "I was getting hard. She suddenly stopped
struggling when I got my hand between her legs. Man,
was she wet. She leaned back, looked me in the eye,
and said let's go to bed. Ooooh, man. I never knew
what it could be like. It's a good thing our parents
were out late at the casino. I think we fucked four
times that time."
"Wow," Lars said. "So... it sounds like you've done
it more than once, then."
"Oh, yeah. Every chance we got. She said, since she
couldn't have her boyfriend, she'd have me." He
suddenly looked sad. "I guess, now we're back, that's
the end of it."
Lars laughed. "You'll just have to get yourself a
girlfriend then."
"Yeah. I suppose so." Hoby glanced around. "I wonder
if Meredith is available? She was going around with
Jock before the end of school. I'd love to get into
her pants."
"I thought you were interested in Andi."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose so. But Meredith has such nice
big boobs. Sort of like Monica, you know?"
"Well, now's your chance. There she is," Lars said,
pointing across the schoolyard. Meredith was walking
towards them with Andi. Lars wondered where Andi had
been all summer. He hadn't seen her since she'd run
out of the café.
"Hi," Andi said. She directed the greeting at both
boys, but her eyes lingered on Lars.
"Hello," Hoby said. "How are you guys?" His eyes
rested on Meredith's impressive chest for a moment
before he looked at her face.
"Oh, just fine," Meredith said. "Did you have a good
summer? Unlike Andi, here."
"What happened to you?" Lars asked.
"Remember when I ran away from you at that café? It
wasn't because I was mad at you. I had sudden severe
pain in my guts. I barely made it home before I
passed out. They rushed me to the hospital, but not
before my appendix burst. I was there for a couple of
weeks, and then I had to rest up at home for a while.
Then we went away for a month to our summer cottage.
I'm really only starting to feel like myself now."
"Oh, wow. So you're okay now?"
She smiled at him. "I think so."
"And what did you do for excitement?" Hoby asked
Meredith.
"Nothing much," she said. "We spent most of the
summer at my grandparent's farm. If you want to know
all about how to breed cattle or horses, or how to
ride, I can tell you." She made a face. "Not much
fun, really."
"Oh, I don't know," Hoby said. "I've always been
interested in animals. Where's the farm?"
Meredith glanced at the watch on her slim wrist. "I
have to go. If you want to go with me, I'll tell you
all about it."
"Sure." They walked off together.
"So," Lars said. "Would you like to risk having
another drink with me?"
"Yes," Andi laughed. "And I promise not to run away
from you this time."
This time, Andi sat beside him instead of across the
table. He felt the warmth of her thigh against his.
When their order arrived, she smiled and said,
"thanks."
After taking a sip, she put the glass down and gazed
at the table for a long moment. Then she sighed and
started speaking.
"All that time in the hospital, I was feeling so
embarrassed, having run away from you like that.
Without even trying to explain. It's just that the
pain was so excruciating, so sudden, that I couldn't
think of anything else." She touched his hand. "I
hope you'll forgive me."
"Not a problem," Lars said. "I'm just glad you're
okay." After a moment, he added, "And I'm glad you're
here, with me."
She gave him a watery smile. He thought he saw tears
start to form. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh. Uh...
Really?"
"Yes," he said, squeezing her hand. "Really."
Andi took another sip from the glass. She stared out
the window. She brushed at her brimming eyes. When
she sucked in a quick breath, it sounded more like a
sob to Lars. She looked back at the table and took
another deep breath.
"So," she said slowly. "How was your summer?"
"Oh. Ah. Well..."
"What?"
He wasn't entirely sure what to say. The truth would
be unthinkable. He hesitated. The solution finally
came when he said, "I've been sort of taking care of
my little sisters."
"Oh. That would be, what, Jessie and Lila?"
Lars felt surprised she'd know their names, let alone
that there were two of them.
"Yeah. That's right."
"Jessie is the older one, right? The cute one."
"Ah, yeah. But Lila's okay, too."
"Just not very old yet. What are they like?" she
sighed. "I wish I had a sister instead of brothers. I
don't know what that's like, to have a sister to
share with."
"Well, sometimes it's a bit of a pain. I mean, there
are four others who are older than me. I guess I
spend more time with Jessie." (And how, he thought,
especially in bed.) "She's the smart one. She knows
all about plants and things and she's pretty good at
science stuff. Quite, ah, athletic, too."
An understatement if ever there was one. "So, what
did you do at the cottage?" he asked.
"Oh," she laughed. "Mostly just sat around in the
sun, or went swimming or canoeing. I read a lot of
books and got a good tan."
He smiled. "I can see the tan. I guess the books
don't show."
She giggled. ."Most of the tan doesn't, either. Not
when I'm dressed anyway." She covered her mouth and
laughed, her face blushing.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing."
"Ah, come on. You can tell me. I won't say anything
to anyone."
She looked at him for a long time, then leaned over
and whispered, "We sunbathed nude. It's an all-over
tan." Then she leaned away and laughed again. "Shock
you?"
"Shock? No. Intrigued, yes."
"Intrigued?"
"Yeah. Like, I'd love to see an all-over tan."
The blushed deepened. "I don't think that's too
likely to happen."
"Oh."
"I mean... well... I mean, we hardly know each
other."
"That's true. But I'd like to know you better."
Especially if Jessie lands a real boyfriend, he
thought.
Coincidentally, the café door opened and Jessie
walked in trailed by Lila and a couple of boys.
"Hi, Lars," she called. Lila waved.
"Oh, ah, hi," Lars said. He felt his cheeks getting
warm. "Um... Jessie, this Andi Harrison. Andi, these
are my sisters, Jessie and Lila."
The girls grinned and said hello. Jessie stood back
and pulled the boys forward. "This is Randy Bigger
and this is Taylor Pohl."
The boys nodded nervously. Randy looked to be the
same age as Jessie, while Taylor looked a little
older.
"They're gonna buy us some drinks," Jessie added.
"Come on, guys. Let's sit over there."
"She is cute, isn't she?" Andi murmured when the
quartet had retreated. "I bet the boys fall all over
themselves around her. She's going to be a
heartbreaker someday."
"You think so?" Lars said. "I hope not. She seems
pretty stable to me. Not a trifler. Loyal, if you
know what I mean."
"Um. Okay. Time will tell. What about Lila? She's
very pretty, in a different way."
"I think she takes after our Mom more than Jessie.
She's... kind of different. It's hard to explain." To
someone whom he didn't know that well, anyway. How
could you explain a sister that liked to be made love
to, but didn't like sex?
Andi finished her drink and glanced at her watch. "I
guess I'd better get going. I promised my mother I'd
be home in plenty of time to do any shopping we need
to do for school."
"Oh. Okay. Can... can I see you again?"
"Sure," she said, smiling broadly. "I'd like that. In
fact, you can walk me home if you want to."
Lars waved to his sisters as he followed Andi
outside. He wasn't sure if either of them noticed.
Only Randy seemed to cast an eye on them for a
moment.
Lars wasn't sure if it was an accident or done on
purpose, but as he walked beside Andi her hand
touched his, and then seemed to fall into his grasp
as though it was intentional. He glanced at her and
saw her smiling. She almost seemed to be skipping as
they walked along, and the joy transmitted itself to
him. He swung her arm back and forth and she laughed.
*
Much later, as he got into bed, the touch of Andi's
hand and the vibrancy of her personality stayed with
him. He couldn't believe the way she'd made him feel
on that short walk to her house, and then she'd
actually brushed his cheek with her lips as they
parted. He'd stood rooted to the spot until she
opened the front door of her house, turned, and waved
to him before going inside.
The whole episode made him feel horny. He hoped
Jessie was in the mood because he already had an
erection that was almost painful. He'd been there for
quite a while, wondering where she was, when the door
opened and Lila slipped in.
"Oh," he said. "Is it period time again, already?"
Lila giggled. "No. But she made me come to sleep with
you anyway. She has the hots for Randy and she says
she's gotta save herself for him." She climbed into
bed and sighed.
"That was quick. They only just met today."
"Oh, no. Not really. They know each other from last
year. It's just that she didn't... you know. I guess
she didn't really know how she felt about him. Are
you okay? With it? I mean, now you won't have a
girlfriend anymore." She paused, resting her head on
his shoulder. "Or is that Andi going to be your
girlfriend?"
He caressed her smooth bare back and sighed. "Oh, I
hope so. I really like her. I think she likes me."
"I can see how much you like her," Lila said,
giggling. She had taken hold of his throbbing cock
and brushed her thumb over the tip.
"Yeah. I was really hoping Jessie would be in the
mood tonight."
After a moment, Lila squeezed his cock, then sat up
and swung her legs over his thighs. "Maybe, just this
once, I can help you," she said. She positioned him
in her crotch and slowly lowered her cunt onto his
erection.
"You don't have to do this," he gasped as the knob
made contact with the heat of her labia.
"I know," she said, catching her lower lip in her
teeth. "But... sometimes... I... think... I need...
to... try it again." She gasped. "There." She held
her body stiff, resting her hands on his waist.
Slowly, she began moving back and forth, breath
jerking as she moved. Her cunt was very tight and not
very wet. It wasn't comfortable for Lars, and he
didn't see how it could be good for her. But she
persisted and he was so horny he knew he'd be
dribbling pre-cum. That would help, a little.
"Gonna come," he whispered after several minutes. He
couldn't help thrusting up into her. She grunted and
he felt her already snug cunt clamp down. He fired,
again and again. She was full to overflowing, the
sperm leaking out around his softening cock and
running down between his legs, coating his balls and
crotch. She collapsed on top of him, sobbing.
"Oh, Lars," she groaned. "I'm so sorry. It... it...
it just doesn't work for me."
"It's okay, sweetie," he said, stroking her back.
"It's okay. Just relax. As soon as I get my breath
back, I'll clean you up and then make love to you, if
you want me to."
She shook her head. "No. Just... just hold me for a
while."
Lars and Lila never had intercourse again, though she
came to his bed many times in the ensuing years. But
not as a sex partner, merely two loving siblings. She
liked to be made love to, and willingly took him to
climax, but never the other, so painful, way.
Two years later, when she introduced Lars to a new
friend, he wasn't surprised. The girl's name was
Wendy. She was the very image of a pink little girl,
and Lars was surprised at Lila's choice. The match
didn't last long, though. Wendy was cute and fluffy,
but she proved to be totally self-absorbed and only
wanted to get what ever Lila was giving, without
giving anything back. Lila cried in Lars's arms the
night she called it quits.
There were a couple more girls passed through Lila's
life after that. Lars wasn't sure if the rest of the
family was aware the youngest girl in the family was
gay. They always treated her the same way they'd
always done, and if they wondered at a lack of
boyfriend, nobody said anything.
*
On the Friday of that first week back at school, when
Lars went to bed he expected Lila would be joining
him. Instead, he found Jessie waiting for him.
"What's going on?" he asked as he undressed.
Jessie sighed. "I've been going around with Randy all
week and I'm so horny I can't sit still. I need a
good fuck."
"Why don't you do it with him, then?" he said,
getting in beside her.
"'Coz he hasn't made the move yet, and I don't want
to scare him off. Come on, do me, quick."
She really was incredibly horny, he realized. When he
mounted her, she came almost instantly, and then
again when he climaxed. She kept him clamped between
hers legs, breathing hard. After a moment, she
gasped, "Again."
He chuckled. "You got let me recover, first."
"Just... just make me come, then," she said, pushing
him off.
He knelt between her wet thighs and bent his mouth to
her drooling cunt. Her clit was bigger than he'd ever
seen it, and she came almost as soon as he sucked it
between his lips. She squealed and her body writhed
under him as the third orgasm swept through.
"Oh, my god," she gasped. "Again. Again!"
After the fifth time, he was well engorged himself
and fucked her slow and gentle, which finally sated
her.
"Oh, god, Lars," she sobbed, clinging to him. "I've
never felt this way, not even when we first started.
I don't believe it." She kissed him passionately. "I
hope Randy comes through soon, or I'll be wearing you
out every night from now on."
He chuckled and kissed her back. "I think I know how
you feel. I've been thinking a lot about Andi."
"Oh, yeah. Andi. She's gorgeous, isn't she? I hope
you can take her soon. I really do. But I hope you
won't forget me, either."
"Never. How could I? We'll be living together for a
long time yet."
"Will you mind? Really? I mean, if I start going with
Randy? I won't, if you don't want me to."
"No, that's okay. You really should be getting a real
boyfriend. I mean, besides me. I guess it's not
normal, what we've been doing."
"Oh, I don't care about that. I love you and I love
how you make love to me and that's all that's
important to me."
He sighed and caressed her sweaty back. "I love you
too, sweetheart. But it'll be okay if you decide to
be with someone else."
She sighed and snuggled against his side. "Thanks. I
love you."
Lars continued to see a lot of Andi. They walked home
together almost every day, and frequently stopped for
a drink or something to eat on the way. As Hallowe'en
came near, Andi asked him if he was going to go to
the school party.
"Oh, yeah. I guess so," he said.
"In costume?"
"Well, I don't know. I hadn't really thought about
it."
"Why don't we make our own costumes? That way we can
match."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Let me think about it." She grinned at him. "Maybe
it'll be something kind of sexy. Would that be okay?"
He smiled at her. "What could be more sexy than what
you have on right now?"
"Oh." She blushed and looked away. "Don't be silly."
"No, I mean it. You always look sexy to me."
And it wasn't that she tried to look sexy. Today, for
instance, she was wearing a simple grey wool sweater
and dark green pants. She had a ribbon holding her
auburn hair back from her face and tiny green studs
in her ears. The clothes flattered her figure without
emphasizing the size of breasts or the width of her
hips. She wasn't voluptuous anyway, and Lars adored
the way she looked.
She looked across the table and took his hand in
hers. "Thank you, Lars. I... well... I... I don't
know. I'm not trying to be sexy for you."
"That's why you're sexy to me," he said, squeezing
her hand. The long fingers wrapped around his and
squeezed back. She sat staring wide-eyed at him for a
long moment. She licked her lips and smiled again.
There didn't seem to be any need to say anything
more.
CHAPTER SEVEN: WEDDINGS AND DISASTERS
With the wedding reception winding down, Lars sank
down onto a chair at the edge of the hall. He was
looking forward to consummating his wedding to Andi,
though that was, strictly speaking, going to be an
afterthought. They'd consummated their relationship
years ago, and many times since then. Still, it would
be the first time they'd been in bed together for a
couple of weeks.
He spotted Hoby winding through the crowd towards his
table. Behind Hoby came a very pregnant Monica, with
a little girl in tow, and Hoby's wife, Tanya, also
very pregnant.
"Hey, bro, how's it going?" Lars said.
Hoby grinned and sat down. The two women sat beside
him and Monica pulled the little girl into her lap.
It was an awkward fit.
"Great," Hoby said. "I'm glad I got back in time to
come. These long trips with all their delays really
are getting to me." He squeezed Tanya's hand.
"Me, too," she sighed. "It's pretty hard being alone
all the time, with this," she rubbed her swollen
belly.
"You could always get a different job," Monica
pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. But would it pay enough to take care
of everything?"
"Oh, I'm sure we could cope," Tanya said, grinning at
Monica.
"Once you pop, you can go back to work," Monica said.
"If you really want to," Hoby said.
"Hey, I liked my job," Tanya said. "But I think I'll
stay home for a while anyway. I want to know what
it's like being a full-time mom."
"It's not all fun and games," Monica said. "Just ask
me."
"Mommy," the little girl said.
"Yes, Lou?"
"I gotta go pee."
"Oh, well, then. We better find a bathroom, right?"
"Yeah." She hopped down and grabbed Monica's hand to
pull her to her feet.
"See you later, Louise," Lars said.
Hoby watched them walk off and sighed. "I think my
sister looks so sexy when she's pregnant."
Tanya punched his shoulder. "How about me, then?"
He grinned and pulled her onto his lap to kiss her.
"You, too, my love. Even better when you're naked and
pregnant."
Tanya stuck her tongue out at him. "If that's so
important, why are we still here, all dressed?"
"Well, not quite all dressed," he murmured, running a
hand up under her skirt. She wriggled and spread her
legs apart.
"You be careful. You'll be giving Lars ideas," she
giggled.
"He doesn't need me to give him ideas." He kissed her
while moving his hand around. She squirmed and
clamped her legs tight.
"Take me home," she gasped. "Now."
Monica and Louise came back shortly after they left.
"They went home," Lars said.
"Oh. Damn. I wonder if they left me the keys to the
car?"
Lars shrugged. "I don't know. They seemed to be in a
hurry. Do you need a lift?"
"No, it's okay. We booked a room here anyway. I
wasn't planning to go home tonight."
"Are you okay? With everything?"
Monica smiled. "Yes. There are a few problems, but
nothing important. He's a good father, a good
provider. I just wish..."
"What?"
She sighed. "I wish Mom and Dad would come around
once in a while. Even if just to see if Louise is
okay." She hugged the little girl, who yawned.
"Sleepy, honey?"
"No." Louise yawned again and rubbed her eyes.
Monica grinned at Lars. "I think maybe we'll both go
to bed. Good night."
Lars glanced around the hall and found his new wife,
Andi, talking to Elaine and her husband and smiled to
himself. Elaine, six months pregnant, still looked
ravishingly beautiful, but compared to Andi, he
thought, she couldn't compare. Andi was certainly
more agile in bed...
Lila blocked his view.
"Hi," she said. Another young woman was just in back
of her, looking apprehensive.
"Hi," he said. "What's up?"
"Um," she turned to the other woman. "This is my
friend Keesha. We're... we're going to get married."
He stared at his sister for a long moment, then stood
up, extending his hand to the pretty brown-skinned
woman.
"I see,' he said. "When?"
Lila sagged in relief. "As soon as the registry
office opens on Monday. You're not upset or angry or
anything?"
He shook his head. "No, sweetie. I've known about
your preference for a long time now, haven't I?"
Keesha retrieved her hand and wrapped an arm around
Lila's waist. "We love each other. I..."
Lars shook his head. "No, no, no need to make
explanations. I know Lila is gay. I've known for
years. I'm glad she's found someone to share her life
with."
Lila sucked in a deep breath. "That's not all,
though."
"Oh?"
"We... we want to have a baby."
"Oh?"
They looked back and forth at each other. "We want to
have a baby," Lila repeated. "But... you need a man
to make a baby."
"Yes, I know," he said, laughing. "Or there's
artificial insemination."
Keesha shuddered. "Never!"
Lila grabbed his hand. "We... we want you to be the
dad."
"Oh. Ah, yes, well... And who is going to be the
mother? You..."
"You know how I feel about sex," Lila said. "So..."
"So I'll be the mother," Keesha said. "I guess I'm
bi. I like all kinds of sex. I just prefer doing it
with a woman. But like she says, we want a baby, and
we want you to be the dad."
"But, I just got married," he protested. "I can't
give up Andi just like that."
"We don't expect you to," Lila said. "You have to go
on your honeymoon, and then get settled when you get
back. So do we. Will you do it? We'll make a date
later. Please." She squeezed his hand and looked
imploringly at him. "You know I love you and you love
me. If you can love me, can't you love my partner?"
"That's kind of putting me on the spot," Lars said,
spotting Andi walking towards them. "Can... can I at
least think it over?"
"Sure," Lila said. "Hi, Andi. Andi, this is Keesha.
We're going to get married."
Andi stared at them open-mouthed for a moment, then
laughed. "Well, good for you. Keesha, I'm pleased to
meet you. I'm sure you'll be very happy together."
She slipped an arm around Lars's waist. "Just like
we'll be."
"I guess we better go and tell Mom and Dad," Lila
said, easing away from them. "Come on, love."
Andi watched them walk away, then dropped down onto
Lars's lap. She wound her arms around his neck and
kissed him.
"That was a surprise," she murmured. He returned the
kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips. He groped
under her skirt and fingered her pussy, glad there
were no panties in the way. He'd helped her out of
them after the ceremony and stuffed them in his
jacket pocket. She wriggled in pleasure. "Mmmm,
that's nice. I hope we get away soon so you can put
something else in there."
He drove a finger deep inside and made fucking
motions with his hand. She gasped. "Keep that up and
I'm gonna come right here."
He chuckled. "That's just a taste, sweetheart. Just a
small taste."
"I can't wait," she moaned.
They looked up as a shriek sounded over the hubbub
echoing through the hall. Lars searched the room
until he found Prudence clutching Lila in her arms,
dancing around in a circle. He chuckled. "I guess Mom
is okay with Lila's choice."
"How will your dad take it?"
"Mmm, probably be okay with it. She'll be the last
one out of the house. Then he'll have Mom and the
house all to himself. He's been wanting to make
changes for years, but with all of us underfoot, he's
been holding off."
Andi wriggled. "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna
soil this expensive dress."
He sighed. "Well, then let's get away from here and
get naked. We'll only soil the sheets then."
"Oh, yes! I'm so damn horny now I'm practically
coming just thinking about it."
She jumped off his lap and smoothed the skirt down.
He stood up and grabbed her hand to lead her over to
where Prudence and Byron were still chattering with
Lila and Keesha. ("Your fingers are all wet," she
whispered.) All the other girls were slowly moving in
on the foursome, wondering what was going on. Amber
was waddling on the arm of Ian, one hand supporting
her distended belly. Connie had little Jasmine slung
over one shoulder. Lars couldn't see her husband but
figured he was somewhere nearby. Janey and Elaine
were homing in the rest of the family, their husbands
and children in tow. Jessie was the only one of the
family who couldn't make it, still being stuck in
Somalia somewhere with her husband.
"Everyone," Prudence shouted. "Lila's getting
married. Come on!"
Lars and Andi stayed quietly in the background as the
rest of the family received the news and
congratulated Lila and Keesha. They all made a fuss
over the new partner to be, which gladdened Lars's
heart. He didn't know what the reaction was going to
be when they all discovered he'd be fathering the
couple's baby. After a few minutes, he waved their
goodbyes and escorted his bride away to the hotel's
bridal suite.
Lars jerked awake with someone pounding on the hotel
room door. "What the hell?" he muttered. A glance at
the clock said it was only seven a.m. Andi muttered
something and rolled over onto her stomach. He shook
his head to clear the cobwebs. The pounding resumed.
He staggered barefoot to the door.
"What is it? What's going on? Who's there?"
"Lars! Oh, Lars! Let me in! Let me in!" Lila's
frantic voice sounded from the other side of the
door.
He opened up and she staggered into the room. She
flung herself into his arms. "Lars! It's Keesha!
She's... she's disappeared. She's gone. I'd don't
know what to do. She's gone."
"What do you mean, she's gone? What happened?" He
shoved the door closed and guided his sister to one
of the room's chairs. She wore an almost transparent
robe that in other circumstances he would have found
distracting. It fell open as she sat down, revealing
her small pink breasts. One of them had a red hickey.
"She... she... she went out to get some ice. After
we... you know... and I fell asleep. I just woke up a
little while ago and she's not there. She's gone,
Lars. Where could she go? Why would she just
disappear?"
"Whatsa matter?" Andi muttered from the bed, sitting
up. If he'd been in the mood, Lars would have
laughed. Andi had a hickey in the same place Lila
did.
They got the distraught woman settled down. After
Lars asked a few more questions, he got dressed and
went down to the floor where Lila and Keesha's room
was. The ice machine was at the far end of the hall.
He saw an ice bucket on the floor in front of it,
leaking cold water. A few minutes later, Andi joined
him.
"I gave her some aspirin and made her lie down." She
giggled. "She didn't even notice the mess the bed's
in." She squeezed his arm. "We sure made the most
it."
He smiled fondly at her. "Yeah. But now we have to
find out what happened to Keesha." He pointed to the
upturned ice bucket. "I wonder if that's hers."
Andi looked around. "If it is, then she must have
dropped it for some reason. Where could she go from
here?"
They looked around. Two nearby rooms on either side
of the hallway sported "Do Not Disturb" signs. The
ice machine was beside an exit door to the stairway.
Lars pushed the door open and peered inside. A small
slipper ornamented with tiny pearls lay on the
landing.
"That could be hers," Andi said. "She's got real
small feet."
"So she went downstairs?" Lars said.
"Or up." They looked both ways. "Judging from the way
the slipper is pointed, I'd say she went down," Andi
said.
"Yeah. Come on."
The stairwell echoed to their footsteps as they
descended. At the next floor, Lars looked out into
the hallway and shrugged. "Even if she came this way,
how would we know?"
"Look for the other slipper," Andi said. The hallway
was bare.
At the next floor they hit pay dirt. The other
slipper was wedged in the doorway. Lars pulled the
door open and picked the slipper up. It matched
perfectly. "Now what? If she came down here, where
did she go?"
"I'd say she didn't go willingly," Andi said.
"Otherwise, why lose the slippers?"
"Right." Lars stepped into the hallway, Andi close
behind him. This hallway was identical to the one
above them. They looked around. The ice machine sat
beside the door, humming softly. They moved along the
hall, listening at each door they passed. At the
fourth door on the left, they heard a sound.
"What was that?" Andi whispered.
Lars put his ear to the door and listened. He heard a
moan. Then a voice croaked, "Oh, god, help me,
someone. Please help me."
"Keesha," he called. "Is that you?"
"Lars? Oh god, help me, help me," she wailed.
Lars tried the door. It was locked. A door on the
other side of the hall opened and a man in a business
suit stepped out.
"Huh," he grunted. "I've been complaining about those
people all night. First they quiet down when the desk
calls, then it picks up again. Been quiet for a while
now. I guess they've slept it off."
"No," Andi said. "Our friend's in there. I think
she's been hurt. Can you call down to the desk and
get them to send someone up to open the door?"
"Hurt, eh? Well, considering the noise they were
making, I wouldn't be surprised. Just a minute." He
went back into his room and they heard him talking on
the phone. A moment later, he came back and said,
"They're sending someone up. Excuse me, I gotta get
going." He strode off towards the elevator.
The elevator delivered a man in a security uniform.
He hurried towards them, brandishing a key card.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
"It's our friend. She's in there and she needs help,"
Lars said.
The guard pushed the door open and they ran in behind
him.
Keesha was sprawled in a chair, her arms and legs
tied down. Her face was covered with bruises and she
had split lip that had trickled blood down her chin
and onto her bare breasts. Her lower body was a mess
of dried fluids.
"Help me," she croaked.
Keesha had been whisked away in an ambulance, under
sedation. The policewoman who attended met them all
in Lars and Andi's room. Lars had called a doctor and
Lila was also under sedation, but not so deeply that
she couldn't answer some questions. But basically all
she could say was that Keesha had gone out of the
room to get some ice around two a.m. and she fell
asleep and didn't know anything until she woke up
around six-thirty.
The hotel provided details on the men who had rented
the room. Not that it helped any... the credit card
they used was a stolen one, as was the car they
arrived in. Surveillance cameras had captured the
men's images and the police were running checks. The
science team uncovered lots of evidence, from
fingerprints to DNA samples.
"We'll get them, don't worry," the cop said.
The hospital room, when they arrived later, was dim
and shrouded with curtains. The attending nurse
warned them not to make a lot of noise. Keesha was
awake, but looked groggy. The same cop from the hotel
met them there.
"Can you tell me anything about these guys?"
Constable Wendy Stockton asked.
After making a visible effort to recall something,
Keesha muttered, "One of them was named Ray. He was
the one who did it the first time. I think... I think
the other one was Bob or Bub or something like that.
He was the big fat guy, the one who kept kicking me."
"Do you remember anything else?" the cop asked.
Keesha blushed and turned her head away. "What? What
is it?"
She giggled and said, "Ray had a little... you
know... he could hardly get it up after the first
time."
"A small penis?"
"Yeah."
"How about the other one?"
"I... I... I don't know. I don't remember. I'm
sorry."
"Did they say where they were going, afterwards?"
"No. I don't know. I was... unconscious by then, I
guess."
"All right," Stockton said, putting away her
notebook. "I think I know what you're feeling. Don't
be ashamed or guilty about what happened. It's not
your fault. You did nothing to provoke the attack.
You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I... I had the same thing happen to me when I was
very young. It will take a while to get over it, to
put yourself back together. But you will be all
right. Now, I have to go get to work and track these
creeps down. I'll be back later to check up on you."
While Stockton was talking to Keesha, Lars and Lila
were talking to the nurse. The rest of the family
hovered nearby.
"Most of her physical injuries are superficial," the
nurse said. "But there are some other ones that are
bad. I... I don't know for sure... but I don't think
she'll ever be able to have... intimate relations
again. She's badly torn up there, and may have
internal damage to her womb as well."
"You mean... she can't... can't have sex?" Lila
asked.
"Yes. I don't know what they used on her... but
there's a lot of bruising and wounds. We won't know
for sure until the swelling goes down, but..." she
shrugged. "I'm sorry."
"Thanks," Lila say, tears running down her cheeks.
"So long as we know. We'll take care of her."
"Has her family been notified? I mean, you don't look
like you'd be family."
"I... called her parents this morning. They're in San
Francisco. They'll be here as soon as they can. She's
my... friend. We live together." Lila hesitated. "We
were going to get married," she whispered.
"Oh. I see. Well..."
"This changes nothing," Lila snapped. "I love her.
Nothing changes that."
"No. Of course not."
"Can we go in to see her?" Lars asked, slipping an
arm around Lila's waist.
"Yes. Just... don't do anything to upset her. Any
more than she already is."
"What are we going to do?" Lila whispered. "If she
can't have sex, how can she have a baby?"
"I don't know. I don't think getting pregnant is hard
to do, what with artificial insemination and all that
stuff, but giving birth... I don't know."
"Think about it after she's well," Andi said,
grasping Lila's hand. "That's more important."
"You know about that?" Lila gasped.
"I told her," Lars said.
"Oh."
"It's okay," Andi said. "I was a little shocked at
first, but then I decided it might be fun to have a
niece or nephew at the same time I have my own
child."
Lila squeezed her hand. "I didn't know how I was
going to explain it to you. Th-thanks."
The two creeps who'd attacked Keesha made good their
escape, but when the stolen car ran out of gas, they
discovered the stolen credit card had been cancelled,
and so they could no longer get fuel, nor buy food
and lodging. They abandoned the car some miles from
the hotel and looked around for a new target.
They soon found a silver Honda parked outside an
apartment building. The window was open and there was
a flat leatherette bag on the passenger seat. It only
took Bubba a few seconds to start it up and they
peeled away in a screech of tires just as the owner
came out.
Unfortunately for them, the car belonged to a teen-
aged boy who used it for pizza delivery so he could
buy gas. The tank was almost empty. Fortunately for
them, the bag held a large hot pizza. When the motor
sputtered to a standstill, they hopped out with the
pizza and sauntered into a nearby park to eat it.
In the park, they saw an elderly, well dressed,
couple strolling along one of the paths. They
followed along, until the pizza was finished. Then
they drew closer to the couple. Glancing around, they
failed to see anyone nearby. Ray pounced, yanking the
strap of the woman's large purse. She spun around,
off balance, with a cry of surprise. The man turned
around and raised his cane.
The blow hit Ray between the eyes and he staggered,
still clutching the purse strap. Bubba shoved the old
man, hard, and he fell to the ground. A couple of
swift kicks put the man out of commission. Meanwhile,
Ray managed to separate the woman and her purse,
despite the blood trickling into his eyes. He gave
her a shove, sending her sprawling atop her husband.
They turned and ran.
They ran right into a group of teenagers, who had
seen the whole thing. The melee that ensued left Ray
unconscious on the ground, and Bubba fleeing for his
life with a howling mob at his heels. Every one of
the teens had a cell phone, of course, and the park
was soon swarming with police.
When it was all over, Ray and Bubba found the cell
they'd suddenly found themselves in uncomfortably
claustrophobic. On the other hand, Ray's head had
been bandaged, the cell was at least warm and dry,
and they were fed.
On yet another hand, when their pictures appeared on
the evening news, Keesha was watching.
"That's them," she cried, shuddering. "That's the men
who attacked me."
"Are you sure?" Wendy Stockton asked. "You're
positive?"
"Oh, yes," Keesha sobbed.
"Good," Wendy said. She pulled out her phone and made
a call.
So much for Ray and Bubba. In addition to the theft
charges, they faced charges of assault and attempted
murder. "I don't think they'll be bothering anyone
for a long time," Stockton said, ending her call.
"Now you can rest easy."
CHAPTER EIGHT: MAKING BABIES
A few months later, Andi had just come out of the
bathroom for the sixth time that morning when the
phone rang. She waddled over to it and answered.
"Oh, hi," Lila said. "Um... is Lars home?"
"No. He's at work. Why?"
Lila's sigh rushed down the line. After a moment, she
said, "We... we think we might have a solution to
having a baby. But we're not sure how he'll take it.
Or how you'll take it."
"That sounds pretty heavy. What is it?"
"Uh... can we come over this evening and talk about
it?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess so. Uh... excuse me. I gotta go.
Sorry." She made a beeline for the bathroom,
wondering what was on the couple's mind.
*
Lila and Keesha arrived after supper. Keesha still
looked haggard. The physical hurt was long gone, but
the mental ones were still there, etched in her face.
Andi hugged them both and led them into the living
room.
"So, what's up?" she asked, sitting down beside Lars.
"Um..." Lila started. She blushed. "Well..."
Keesha squeezed her hand. "Come on, baby. Or would
you rather I said it?"
Lila gulped and nodded.
Keesha took a deep breath. "We... we still want to go
ahead with the plan we talked about before...
before... you know. Only... now I can't. So...
well... Lila's agreed to have the baby."
Lars and Andi looked at each other. Then they looked
at the two young women. Lila was staring at the
floor. Keesha was staring at Lars and Andi. She
looked sad and hopeful.
"Um," Lars said. "You still want me to make a baby
for you? Only... now with Lila?"
Lila gasped. They hadn't realized she was holding her
breath. "Yes," she whispered.
"Ah... is that a good idea? I mean, the risks..."
"Oh, we know all about the risks," Keesha said. "But
there are risks anyway. Lila's completely healthy. So
are you, as far as we know. We don't think there's
any problem."
"Lila," Lars said. "Are you sure? I mean... you never
liked..."
"I know," she gasped. Her face was pale and she
squeezed Keesha's hand so hard their knuckles were
white. "But... we desperately want a baby. I'll...
do... anything for Keesha. You know that. Please,
Lars. Say yes."
A silence lengthened as the four of them sat staring
at each other, or off into a corner, out the window.
At last, Lars turned to Andi.
"I think we need to talk about this. Excuse us for a
few minutes." He led his wife out of the room to
their bedroom.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I... don't know." She sat down on the bed. "I mean,
we did originally agree to it. Only it was Keesha
going to be the mother. Do you think it's a good
idea? I mean, with Lila? She's your sister. It's..."
"It's not unheard of," Lars said, thinking of Hoby
and Monica. "I mean, about siblings having kids."
"What are the odds of it being normal?"
He shrugged. "I haven't the foggiest idea."
"So how do you really feel about it?"
He sighed. "I have a confession to make. I used to
sleep with Lila." He rushed the words, holding his
hand up to prevent Andi interrupting. "I've made love
to her lots of times. But she doesn't like
intercourse. It's actually painful for her."
Andi leaned away from him for a moment. She squirmed
around on the bed. "You've made love to her. But she
doesn't like to be fucked. That doesn't make a lot of
sense. You mean you raped her?"
"No, no. It was... just... touching, kissing and
hugging and... and making her come. I think we fucked
maybe three times. It was a long time ago. Before we
started going out together."
"But still... she's your sister."
"I know." He studied the pattern of the bedside rug.
"Well... Is there anything else you need to tell me?
I guess... I always wondered how come you seemed to
be so experienced as a lover. But if you only fucked
her three times, that doesn't explain it, does it?"
He shook his head. "No. It was Jessie. I learned most
of what I know from her. How to make it good for my
partner."
"So you fucked two of your sisters and learned how to
make love from them."
"Yes." He made a sort of strangled noise. "Not just
them. Amber and Connie, too."
"Oh my god," Andi whispered. "I... I don't know what
to say." She stared at him for a long time. Then she
suddenly grinned. "I'll say this... I'm glad you were
such a good learner."
He looked up. "Really. You're not mad? Not going to
leave me? Not..."
She shook her head and leaned against him. "I'm not
going to do anything. As long as you keep loving me
like you have in the past. I'll even give you and
Lila my blessing. As long as I'm you're one and only
otherwise."
He hugged her and kissed her cheek. "There's no way
I'm going to give you up for anyone."
"Then let me go to the bathroom, again. Then we'll go
tell them."
Lila and Keesha were still sitting together, holding
hands. Tears were running down Lila's face. Keesha's
eyes were closed as she leaned back in the couch.
Their legs were firmly pressed together. Lars noticed
Keesha's brown knees both had dimples. The white
socks she wore made a sharp contrast to her dark
skin.
"Well," Andi said, sitting across from the women.
"What?" Lila gasped.
"It's okay," Andi said.
"Really? You mean that? Really?"
"Yes," Lars said. "I'll do it for you.'
Lila jumped up and knelt in front of him, throwing
her arms around his chest. "Oh, Lars. Thank you. I
love you. Thank you." She was crying hard now. He
caressed her hair, then pulled her up.
"I love you too, sweetie. We talked about it and
decided that, just this once, we'd agree to it. Just
once, okay?"
"That's all we wanted," Keesha said. She got up and
knelt beside Lila. "If we ever want another child,
we'll adopt one. Thank you both."
Lila leaned back against her mate and gazed at Lars.
"When can we do it?"
He shrugged. "I guess that's up to you."
"In... in about two weeks, I think. I should be at my
most fertile then. And I can get myself psyched up
for it. I'm... I'm still kinda nervous about the
idea."
"How do you think I feel?" Lars said, laughing.
Lila met Lars at the door. She wore a short white
satin robe that set off her figure. He pursed his
lips and whistled. She grinned nervously and pecked
him on the cheek.
"Hi," she whispered. She held his hands in hers for a
long moment before leading the way inside.
"Keesha?" he asked.
"She... went out. I'll... call her when... when we're
done."
Though he'd been in the place several times, he'd
only been in the bedroom once, when he helped them
move in. They'd decorated it in soft mauves and pale
off-whites. The queen-sized bed had a white duvet,
turned down. The sheets were a light blue. The room
had a very feminine odour to it, very erotic to the
senses. He took a deep breath.
Lila turned to him. He thought she looked like she'd
start crying at any moment. He pulled her into his
arms and stroked her hair. She buried her face in his
neck. He could feel her shaking.
"You sure you want to do this, sweetie?"
"Yes," she murmured. "It's the only thing I can do to
make it up to Keesha."
"No," he said. "You could do it another way. You know
that."
"I... know. But... we wanted it naturally. Oh, Lars.
Please... make love to me like you used to, before
we..."
"Of course." He lifted her face and kissed her, long
and soft, touching her lips with his tongue. When she
started to respond, he untied the robe and pushed it
off her shoulders. She stepped back to let it fall to
the floor.
He hadn't seen her nude for many years. Her beauty
struck him as somehow chaste. She didn't blush or
look down, merely stood before him, eyes on his. Her
breasts, once almost non-existent, had filled out
into modest firm cones. The once bald mound now
sported a narrow Vee of dark pubic hair. Her waist
and hips were still almost straight. He thought her
figure was a strange amalgam of female curves and
male straightness. For all that, it was beautiful. He
pulled her back against him and resumed the kiss,
caressing her soft warm skin. She moaned, soft and
low.
He guided her to the bed and lowered her to the
surface, covering her legs with the duvet. He gazed
down at her while he undressed, appreciating her
loveliness. He knew then what Keesha saw.
When it was over, she snuggled against his side,
breathing hard. He held her against him, stroking her
back, until her breathing slowed. Her eyes were
closed, but tears trickled from them.
"Okay, sweetie?"
She murmured something he didn't catch and clutched
him tightly. "Lila?"
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm okay. I... just... forgot.
What it was like. I... it still doesn't feel right,
when we fuck. But you still make love to me like I'm
the only woman in the world."
He chuckled. "When I make love to you, you are the
only woman in the world. It's the only way I know how
to make love."
"Is... is that how Andi feels, I wonder?"
"Oh, I sincerely hope so."
She sighed and rolled onto her back. "Lars, I love
you. I always have. But I love Keesha so much it
hurts sometimes. I... wouldn't do this, except for
her. That's nothing to do with how I feel about you."
"I know," he said. He leaned over and kissed her
forehead. "Do you want me to leave? So you can call
her?"
"In a while. Just... let me come down a bit. Maybe...
maybe we should have a shower before..."
"Right."
Later, as he was rinsing soap off her back, she
turned and put her arms around his neck. "I love
you," she said, and kissed him, hard.
They got out and dried off. She went to the phone and
talked briefly to Keesha. He was a little surprised
she didn't bother getting dressed. Keesha appeared a
few minutes later.
"I wasn't very far away," she said, grinning. She ran
her eyes over Lila's body. "You look lovely, dear."
Lila went to her and melted into her arms. "Thank
you. I'm glad you're back. I feel... sort of...
wobbly inside." She giggled. "Like... like when we
make love."
"I guess I'd better get going," Lars said.
"You don't have to," Lila said.
"That's right," Keesha said. "Stay and have something
to eat." She grinned. "You have to keep up your
strength." She held Lila away from her for a long
moment, then pulled her back and kissed her. "You two
make yourself comfortable while I whip something up."
She pushed Lila to Lars and headed into the kitchen.
Lila sighed and pulled him down on the couch. "I
don't really know how I feel," she said.
"Besides wobbly," he said.
"Yeah." She stared off into space for a moment, hands
clasped in her lap. "I guess... it's... just knowing
I'm loved. How much I'm loved. I mean..." she
shrugged. "That sounds so trite."
"But it's true," Keesha said from the kitchen. She
came back and looked at them for a long moment. "I
love you because you're my partner. Lars loves you
because he's your brother. He's loved you for a lot
longer than I have. Together, you'll always have more
love than you can stand." She turned back to the
kitchen, paused, and came back again. "And when the
baby comes, it'll be triple."
But that first time didn't do the job. Lars and Lila
had to meet twice more. Then one morning, three
months later, the phone rang.
Andi picked it up. "Hello?"
"We did it," Keesha cried. "We're pregnant."
"Ohhh, wonderful," Andi said. "I hope you're prepared
for what happens next," she added, laughing.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll give Lila a list of all the public
bathrooms I know of. And she can have my maternity
clothes. God, I hope she doesn't gain as much weight
as I have. I'll... be... so... glad when this over."
"It's not much longer, is it?" Lila said, coming on
the phone. She sounded breathlessly happy.
"Another couple of weeks, with any luck. Here's
Lars." She handed the phone over and sank down on a
chair with a thud.
But Andi's contents were eager to take on the world.
Barely a week later, she woke Lars up at three a.m.
and sad, "It's time." She dressed while Lars made a
couple of phone calls.
Pru, Amber, and Andi's number two brother, Kenny, met
them at the hospital. Soon after, Lila and Keesha
arrived, followed by Andi's mother and the number one
brother, Kevin.
The babies were born soon after eight o'clock.
"Twins?" Andi groaned. "I didn't know it was twins."
They hadn't bothered with any of the modern testing,
as her health was superb.
"Not really unexpected, though," Pru said. "They run
in the family, after all."
"I hope not in every case," Lila murmured to Keesha,
who burst out laughing.
*
The twins were named Mollie, after Andi's mother, and
Byron, after Lars's father.
Nine months later, it was a repeat performance, when
Lila also gave birth to twins. This time it was two
identical boys.
Pru sat with Lila when she came home from the
hospital, bouncing one of the boys on her knee.
"You know," she said, "with all these grandkids, I'm
not sure what I'm going to do come Christmas.'
Lila smoothed the tousled dark hair of the little
bundle eagerly sucking at her left breast. "You ought
to do what Jessie suggested, Mom. Put everyone's name
in a hat and have us draw one or two out. That way,
nobody get overwhelmed, or put in the poor house."
"I wasn't worried about that, so much. Dad's new job
is making us good money. I think we could afford to
give everybody something. But it isn't fair for
everyone else, is it? I think you're right. Would you
help me make up a list? I'm scared I'll forget
someone."
"Sure, Mom. And I think Keesha's parents would like
to get involved, too. Since they moved here, I
sometimes think they feel left out."
"Well, they shouldn't. I'll ask them to help. Maybe
we can plan a big party for the whole menagerie."
Lila giggled, suddenly. "You know, with them doing
Kwanza, and Jessie's husband doing Ramadan, and
Connie's wanting to celebrate Hanukah, we're a real
mishmash, aren't we. I don't think we can accommodate
everyone's religion."
Pru shook her head. "I don't think we should even
try. Let's make it completely non-denominational.
That way, everybody should be satisfied."
Lila suddenly looked sad. "Yeah. Or nobody will be."
CHAPTER NINE: WHERE'S IBRAHIM?
Sergeant Eric Christmas looked up from the folder on
his desk to see one of the civilian assistants
leading a pregnant woman and two children towards
him.
"This is Jessica West and she has a problem that you
might be able to help her with," the woman said.
"So, what's the problem?" Eric said, after seating
the woman and her two charges.
"It's my husband. He's disappeared. Not here, though,
and I don't know who to turn to. I thought perhaps
you could point me in the right direction to try to
find him."
"Where is he supposed to be?"
"In Somalia. It's like this: Ibrahim got a message
last month saying his father wanted to see him one
last time. They've been estranged for years... the
old man didn't approve of me and disowned Ib when we
got married. But then suddenly, this message came. He
went back there to see if he could settle their
differences. I know he arrived safely... he sent me a
text message, and then a couple more... and then
nothing. I tried to get hold of him, and any members
of the family, but they don't answer. So I want to
know what's going on. Do you know of any agency that
could help?"
"Well, Mrs. West, I'll have to do some research. Have
you tried the Red Cross? They often have resources
for tracing missing people."
"It's Ms, actually. I kept my maiden name. Ib thought
it would be easier for me than if I took his name. I
don't know if it's made any difference, really.
People around here are pretty accepting." She paused
and glanced at her son. "I did try the Red Cross, and
they relayed it to the Red Crescent organization, but
I haven't heard anything so far. I'm really worried."
"We want our Dad back," the boy said.
"And what's your name?" Eric said.
"Jamal. And this is my sister, Maeve."
"Well, Jamal, I'll certainly see what I can do to get
your dad back."
"Thank you," Jessie said.
Eric walked them out to the street and then went back
to his desk. He couldn't get the image of the woman
out of his mind. She had to be the most beautiful
woman to cross his vision he'd ever seen.
But that didn't matter. He put his research skills to
work and found an agency that might help. He
contacted them with the details, and a copy of a
photo Jessie supplied. Then, with the press of other
cases he almost forgot about her. Almost. Every once
in a while, the image jumped out in front of him.
After a week, he phoned her.
"I'm just calling to say I've been in contact with
someone who might be able to help find your husband,"
he said. "But they haven't gotten back to me yet. How
are you doing?"
"Oh, thanks for letting me know," Jessie said. "I...
I guess we're okay."
"You don't sound too sure."
"Well," she chuckled. "It's kind of hard coping with
two kids and one on the way along with the worry. I'm
lucky I have five sisters to help out. But it's not
the same, if you know what I mean."
"I don't. Not really. I mean, I have one sister and
that's all, and she's pretty independent."
"You're not married?"
"No." He laughed. "I've been too busy being a cop to
make many social acquaintances."
"Oh, that's too bad. Um... would you like to have
dinner with us? Just for the company."
"Ah... well... yeah... sure. When?"
"How about tonight. Say, seven o'clock."
"I'll be there."
After a satisfying dinner, Eric sat with the family
for a while, then Jessie shooed the kids off to bed.
They seemed reluctant to go, but Jessie finally got
them to go by promising that she and Eric would come
and tuck them in a few minutes.
Jessie grinned at him. "That usually works with the
rest of the family. They like to have Lars, my
brother, tuck them. When Ib and Lars do it together,
they go right to sleep."
She suddenly looked sad. "I hope you can find out
what happened. Where he is."
Impulsively, Eric pulled her into a hug. "We'll know
soon enough," he said to the top of her head. He was
surprised when she returned the hug.
"I guess we'd better go do the honours," she said
after a minute or two, pulling away.
The kids shared a bedroom, their beds on opposite
walls, either side of a window. Eric wasn't used to
little children, but it seemed natural to tuck the
bedding in and sit beside one or the other of them
for a moment to say good night. Maeve turned on her
side and pulled her body into a compact ball under
the covers. Jessie tousled the little girl's black
curls and bent down to kiss her cheek. Eric pulled
the covers up over Jamal and made sure it was snug,
then squeezed the boys shoulder. They retreated
quietly and Jessie turned out the lights.
Back downstairs, they sat together on the couch
talking about nothing in particular, until Eric
decided it was time to go home.
"Just... before you go, would you take a peak at the
kids and make sure they're asleep," Jessie said. She
leaned back and cupped her hands over her swollen
belly.
"Sure." He got up and went up quietly. At the bedroom
door, he paused and peered inside. The hall light
gave enough illumination to see the inside of the
room. What he saw made him pause, then he went back
down.
"Uh..."
"What?" Jessie said, opening her eyes.
"Ah... there's been a change up there."
"Oh?"
"Yeah... Maeve is sleeping in Jamal's bed, with him."
"Oh." She shrugged. "That's not unusual. Nothing to
get upset about. They often sleep together."
"Really."
"Yes." She looked up at him. "You have a problem with
that?"
"Uh, no, I guess not. As long it's okay with you."
"I think it's kind of nice they can get along so
well." She sighed. "I remember sleeping with my
brother when I was little. Not to mention most of my
sisters at one time or another."
"Oh. Well, all right, then. I'd better get going.
Thanks very much for a great meal."
"Oh, you're welcome," she said, heaving herself off
the couch. "Thanks very much for coming. We enjoyed
having you."
At the door, she suddenly embraced him and kissed his
cheek. "Good night," she whispered.
A couple more weeks went by. Eric found invitations
to dinner arriving more often as the time passed.
Finally, just as he was about to leave for the day,
an email popped up on his computer screen. He read it
and knew he had to deliver that news promptly, though
he dreaded the reaction it would cause. He printed it
out and dashed for his car.
"Oh," Jessie said, opening the door. "I didn't expect
you tonight."
"It's... I've... got some news, I'm afraid."
"Oh?" She studied his face. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"I'm afraid so." He handed her the printout. "This
came just as I was leaving. You might want to sit
down before you read it."
He followed her into the living room and sat beside
her as she read. Tears started dribbling down her
cheeks as she read.
"I can't believe it," she sobbed. "Why? Why would
they do such a thing? It doesn't make sense, not
after all these years."
Eric pulled her into his arms and held on tight,
feeling her body shuddering. Jamal came into the room
and stood in front of them.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Why is Mommy crying?"
"It's your father," Eric said. "I'm... afraid he
won't be coming home, son."
Jamal nodded. "He's dead, isn't he." It was a
statement, not a question.
"Yes."
"I knew it. When he didn't write for so long, I knew
something must be wrong. I'll... I'll go and get
Maeve."
"Is there anyone I can call?" Eric murmured to
Jessie.
"Please... call my parents and my brother. The
numbers are beside the phone. I'll... I'll go and
talk to the kids."
CHAPTER TEN: FULL CIRCLE
The canned organ music faded as they walked away from
the funeral home. Lars couldn't decide to be thankful
it was all over, or scared for the future. He'd done
his mourning months back, when the doctor told them
how long Andi had to live. He'd done his best to love
her weakening body right up to the end. She'd died in
his arms a week back. At least, he thought, she'd
reached her goal of outliving her mother. And by a
good number of years, too.
He straightened his shoulders and stared around at
the family crowd milling around in the parking lot.
So many family members. Sometimes it made his head
buzz. In fact, sometimes he couldn't even remember
some of the younger ones, or who they belonged with.
He saw Jessie and Lila walking towards him. Black
certainly suited Jessie, he thought, but he was glad
to see she'd decorated the skimpy dress with a
scarlet sash. Lila was leading one of her
grandchildren by the hand. His grandchild, too. He
saw Keesha behind them. She waved, and then turned
back to talk to her brother.
Jessie smiled at him and gave him a hug, then slipped
an arm under his.
"We're going off to the restaurant now. Do you want
to ride with us? Lila has the big van read to go."
"Yeah. Sure. Okay." He gave them a weak smile. His
sisters had been looking out for him these past
months, and he didn't know what he'd have done
without them.
Elaine had reserved the restaurant and it was buzzing
with familial chatter when they got there. She led
Lars a to rectangular table near the front of the
room. "This is where the family heads are seated,"
she said.
"We're family heads, now?" he asked.
"Well, you know what I mean. The seniors amongst us.
Lila, Jessie, you, Amber, Connie, Janey and me. With
spouses. Is that okay? I thought it would make it
easier for the rest of the family if they want to
find you."
"Oh, yeah. Okay. Thanks."
It was kind of hard to accept that the six of them
were all that remained of the original family. He'd
lost track of the number of descendants, but the room
seemed to be overflowing with Wests.
Jessie sat down beside him and squeezed his hand.
"It'll be all right, dear."
"Oh, I know," he said, returning the squeeze. "I just
sort of feel overwhelmed by having everyone here at
once."
"Yes, I know what you mean. It was that way for me,
when Eric died." Eric, Jessie's second, and last,
husband, had died the year before, from an undetected
brain tumour.
A swarthy young woman came up to the table. "Mom, can
I get you anything? Or you, Uncle Lars?"
Jessie smiled at her and pulled her close. "Thanks,
Maeve. I'd really like a glass of red wine."
Lars shook his head. "Just coffee, for now."
The woman moved away towards the bar. Lars watched
her go for a moment, and then turned to Jessie.
"That's Ibrahim's daughter? Or sister?"
"Daughter," Jessie said, laughing. "His sister went
back to Somalia a long time ago. I haven't heard
anything of her for years."
"Oh, right." He sighed. "Too bad you and Eric never
had any kids."
"Oh, well. Three were more than enough for me." She
looked sad for a moment. "I never expected to outlive
two husbands."
He took one of her hands in his. "I guess this last
while has been pretty hard on you. First Eric and
then Andi."
She nodded, for a moment unable to speak. He could
see a tear forming. He pulled her close, wrapping an
arm around her shoulders.
"Everything okay, Dad?" Byron asked, leading his
wife, Laura, up to the table.
"Yeah, yeah. Just... just an... emotional moment.
We're okay."
Laura squeezed his shoulder and led Byron away.
"We're sitting just over there if you need us," she
said over her shoulder.
Maeve returned with the drinks. "Mom? Are you...?"
"I'm fine, dear," Jessie said, wiping the tear away.
"Just feeling a little depressed."
"I understand," Maeve said. She leaned down and
hugged her mother. "I missed Dada too. And Andi," she
added, smiling at Lars. Dada was the children's name
for Eric, their stepfather.
The rest of the afternoon and evening passed,
sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. Things started
to wind down about ten o'clock. Elaine had started
shooing the younger families away an hour ago, and
the place was quieting down. She came over to Lars,
who was still sitting with Jessie.
"I think we've all had enough," she said, sitting
down. "Janey and Herb have taken off, and I'm about
ready to fall asleep on my feet. Charley is asleep,
in fact," she added, laughing towards where her
husband was sprawled in a chair against the wall.
"Yeah," Lars said. "It's been a long day. Too long
for some of us." He leaned back and stretched.
"Thanks so much for taking care of everything. I sure
couldn't have coped on my own."
"That's okay." She sighed. "I'm getting kind of used
to it. I never thought for a moment that I'd be the
designated funeral director for the family. That's
eight now."
Lars hugged her. "Thanks again, on behalf of the
whole family."
"Do you need a ride anywhere?"
"If you could drop me off at the house..."
"Sure. Come on. What about you, Jessie?"
"Um..." she sighed. "I don't know. Going back to my
place... it feels so empty." She gulped as a tear
rolled down her cheek.
"Say, why don't you stay at my place?" Lars said.
"There's lots of room."
"Yes. I'd like that. Thanks."
*
The house did feel empty, Lars reflected as he went
inside. He took Jessie's coat and hung it in the hall
closet beside his own, then led the way into the
living room. He savoured the scent that lingered in
his nose from the coat. She sat down beside him on
the couch and leaned her head on his shoulder. He
pulled her tight against his side. They didn't need
to say anything for a while. His eyes closed and he
just sat enjoying the warmth of his sister's body. It
reminded him of the millions of times he'd sat there
with Andi, and he suddenly felt tears start trickling
down his cheeks.
Jessie stirred in his arms and sat up with a sigh. "I
guess we'd better go to bed," she murmured. "Oh...
I'm sorry. Here."
She dug some tissues out of her purse and mopped his
face.
He smiled at her and kissed her palm. "Thanks."
Suddenly, she was pressed tight against him, her lips
on his, and they were both crying. He could feel her
body shuddering against him. He stroked her back,
murmuring sympathetic words. She tightened her hold
on him until he could barely breath. All the while,
their tears mingled, dribbling down their cheeks and
off their chins to soak into their clothes.
"God, we're a sight," Jessie whispered, finally
straightening up. She mopped her face with already
sodden tissues, then applied them to his face.
He chuckled. "I'm sorry about that."
She shook her head. "No need to be. It's good for
us." She tossed the wet tissues aside and folded her
hands in her lap. "Lars... would you... I know this
isn't really appropriate... would you... let me sleep
with you tonight?"
She stared at the floor, unsure what the reaction
would be.
After a moment, he pulled her back into his arms.
"Yes," he whispered. "I'd love you to."
He'd always, when they were young, enjoyed watching
Jessie get undressed. He discovered the thrill was
still there as she shimmied out of the little black
dress, to reveal her still trim naked body. He was
surprised at how well preserved it was, how tight her
belly still was, how alluring her small breasts were,
how enticing her engorged clitoral hood was...
Lars circled her navel with a finger. "You have such
a wonderful body," he murmured. His hand slipped down
to curl over her mound. He squeezed gently, then
leaned down to kiss the slot and ran his tongue along
the opening....
*
Sometime later, he heard her heave a big sigh.
"You okay?"
"Yes." She fumbled around and found his left land
with her right. She clamped her fingers around it.
"That was a happy sigh. I... I haven't felt this good
for a long time. Thank you, for letting me be here.
For... for loving me."
He squeezed back. "I... well... I guess I'm glad
you're here." He paused. "If you want... you can be
here always, from now on."
She turned over and snuggled against him. "Really?
You want me here?"
He hugged her close. "I've always loved you. You know
that. From that first time you came into my bed, way
back when, I've always liked having you beside me. I
know our lives took a lot of different paths, but
even though I loved Andi with all my heart, you've
always been lurking there in the background. I'll
miss her terribly. But if you're willing to be here
with me, it won't be so hard to cope."
She kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank you. I... I guess I feel the same way. Oh,
Lars. Yes, yes, yes. Forever and always."
*
Later, Lars took Jessie out to dinner one night. They
were down to the coffee stage when he said, "What's
wrong, dear? You've sort of been absent for the last
couple of weeks."
She sighed. "I know. It's... well... something I've
been keeping to myself for years. I never told Eric.
Maybe... maybe I should have. I don't know."
"What?"
"Promise me... you won't hate me."
He laughed. "Impossible."
"No, I'm serious. It could make trouble."
"Nothing you could ever do, or ever have done, could
make me hate you. I... saw you talking to Randy the
other day. Is that it? You want to get back together
with him?"
"No, of course not! Just because we had a little
fling so long ago? Don't be ridiculous."
"Well, what then?" Lars said, shrugging.
She studied the design of the empty dessert plate in
front of her for a long time, then looked up.
"When... Ib died. The baby was almost due and I
couldn't do anything then. When it came, I still
couldn't really do anything, for about a year. I...
guess I was falling in love with Eric even then. But
I didn't dare tell him, afterwards. Not after what he
knew happened to Ib." She picked up her coffee cup
and took a sip.
"Anyway, Eric put me in touch with the people in
Somalia who found out what happened to Ib. When I was
feeling better, and I thought Lila and Keesha could
cope with the kids, I went over there. Well, you know
that." She put the cup back in the saucer.
"What you don't know, what I've never told anyone, is
that I tracked down Ib's family. His father was
already dead by then. That's why they called him
back, supposedly to make peace with the family.
Only... that wasn't why they wanted him. Oh, Lars...
they killed him. Killed him for the family honour,
because he'd married me instead of someone in the
clan." Jessie took a deep breath.
"I was so mad. God, I was out of control. I tracked
down Ib's brother and... and... I killed him."
She looked up at Lars. "Then I came home. I never
told Eric, or anyone else and... well... I guess it
was stupid, a stupid thing to do. But they never knew
who it was, and I felt better for a long time after.
Only now... well... I guess I don't feel so good
about it."
Lars reached across the table and took her hands in
his. "I understand. I'm not sure what I'd have done
under the circumstances, if someone had killed one of
my loved ones. I... never really got close to Ib. I
guess we were just too different. But I thought he
was a good man, and he didn't deserve that kind of
treatment." He paused, thinking. "Frankly, well... I
don't know what to think. I guess they live by the
old eye for eye rule over there?"
She nodded. "Pretty much."
"Then... well... you did you what you had to do.
Under their rules. Under our rules... well... I
suppose a case could be made against you. But who's
going to prosecute? It's too long ago, there's
probably nobody left there to bring a case, even if
they knew where to find you. Under the law, I mean. I
suppose, if they could find you, they might try a tit
for tat sort of thing, but that would just make it go
further." He stopped. "I'm rambling, aren't I." He
squeezed her hands. "As far as I'm concerned, I never
heard this story. If anyone asks, I'll back you to
the hilt." He looked directly into her eyes. "I'm not
a judge or jury. But I think you did the right thing,
under the circumstances. And I'm pretty sure, from
everything I've heard about that part of the world,
you'd never have been able to bring it to whatever
passes for a court there anyway."
She gave him a quivery smile. "Thank you." She
returned the squeeze. "I... I think... I'll have to
tell Jamal and Maeve and Patty now. I hope... they'll
see it the same way."
"They... do they know what happened to Ib?"
"Oh, yes. I told them exactly what happened to their
father," she said, her face suddenly grim. "After I
came back home, I even showed them a picture of where
he's buried. I had to pay for a marker there. His
family certainly weren't going to do it."
She leaned back in her seat, releasing Lars's hands.
"I wonder if I should have told Eric. As a policeman,
he might have had second thoughts about me."
"Eric loved you without reservation," Lars said.
"But that might have created a reservation."
"It's a might that you don't have to worry about now,
though."
"You think so. Well, there's no knowing, now. I'm
just glad you feel the way you do."
Lars smiled at her. "No fear. Let's go home."
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE END, OR THE BEGINNING?
Jerry watched Laura pacing around the room, the
sunlight reflecting off her naked skin as she passed
back and forth in front of the bedroom window.
He loved watching her lithe body move. Even though
they'd made love a short time before, he felt himself
getting aroused again. Though he supposed that wasn't
making love, what they'd done. More like a pure fuck,
almost violent in its intensity.
But... "What's the matter?" he asked.
She turned and came back to the bed. "I'm worried,"
she said.
"What about?"
"About what that crook Storey is likely to do."
"Storey? What can he do, now that Jamal has fired
him?"
"I don't know." She knelt on the bed at his side.
"But he's such a shyster lawyer, I'm sure he's going
to try something nasty. I just don't want to lose the
old house and the cabin and the whole rest of
everything to him."
He pulled her down on top of him and caressed her
warm bare skin. "Don't worry, sis. Between Jamal and
Christine and myself, I think we're up to foiling
whatever he tries to throw at us."
"You think so?"
"Yes. Now, try to relax for a while. We'll go see
them this afternoon and see what's happening." He
pulled her legs apart and let his re-erected cock
slide into her.
"Ooo," she murmured. "You sure know how to take a
girl's mind off her troubles."
He chuckled. "When the girl looks like you, it's
pretty easy." He thrust into her and she responded by
sitting up to ride him with slow gentle strokes.
"I wonder," she murmured, panting a little, "if other
families are like ours?"
He wormed a finger into her cunt. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... like this. Does any other family you know
of do this kind of thing?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just know it's been
common in ours. Look at Uncle Lars and Grandma
Jessie... they lived together for years after Aunt
Andi died. And I heard they were lovers for a long
time when they were kids."
"Yeah. I know. I even heard that Uncle Lars was the
father of Aunt Lila's boys."
He chuckled, surging harder into her. "Well, it sure
wasn't Aunt Keesha."
"No," she gasped, pressing down firmly," No. Oh, damn
it, Jerry... I'm cooommming! Aaagh!"
*
Christine followed Jamal into the living room
carrying a tray. She set it down and began pouring
tea without asking. She knew what everyone wanted.
"So," Jamal said, sitting down beside Jerry. "I think
we've nipped our friend Storey in the bud, so to
speak."
"What did you do?" Laura asked.
"Well, I got to talking to one of my buddies in the
police and she says they've been keeping an eye on
him for some time. So I sort of nudged them a bit as
to what he's been trying to do to us. Last I heard he
was in a cell downtown."
"Oh, my, you're nasty," she said, laughing.
He shrugged. "It's nothing more than he deserves, as
far as I can see. In addition to what he's been
putting us through, he's been fiddling with a number
of trust accounts in his care, and he's cheated at
least one old lady out of a property."
She shivered. "I still don't know how on earth we got
involved with him."
"I do," Christine said, taking a sip of tea. "He was
hanging around at Grandpa Lars's funeral, making like
he could help Elaine out with the estate's affairs.
She was pretty cut up about Lars and Rudy and little
Barb and I guess she wasn't thinking too clearly. He
got her to sign him up as co-executor, to help take
the load off. As if she ever needed help. Anyway, if
she did, any one of us could have done it."
"So what is the status of the estate?" Jerry asked.
Jamal got up and went across to his desk. He shuffled
through some papers and then brought them back to his
seat.
"From what Elaine said, the estate is secure as a
family trust. She's made me the manager, with Chris
as seconder. The big old house is ready for someone
to occupy it, and the cabin and lake property is
ready for us to vacation there. Byron is there now,
making sure everything is working properly."
"Oh, good," Laura said. "I've been looking forward to
some all over tanning." She paused and stood up. "And
now I have an announcement." She lifted her shirttail
and rubbed her belly. "I'm... we're... going to have
a baby." She grinned at Jerry. "Congratulations,
brother."
Jerry stared at her, open-mouthed. Then he jumped up
and grabbed her in a bear hug. "I wondered why you've
been so horny lately," he said, laughing.
"Full circle," Laura said. She kissed him hard. "Aunt
Lila would be pleased, I think."
THE END