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Who knows, depends on Feedback! The usual disclaimers apply here. If you fall below the age of consent, please, go away. If you have a problem with the content of this story, go away and stop wasting my time. I do not, under any circumstances, condone child abuse in any form. TW). *** Chapter One Well, it's good to catch up with you again! How have you been? I know it's been a while, and some very interesting things have happened since I saw you last. Now, where to begin? That's always the hard part! Not long after I spoke to you last, I was sitting outside the coffee shop, the one where I met Leesa again. Yeah, that's right, the one down the street. I'd just got a new camera, one that took stills and video, it's small and compact, easily held in one hand. I was sitting at my table, and I was engrossed in reading the instructional booklet. I felt eyes on me, so looking up, I saw a tasty young girl watching me. She was blonde, her hair hanging down past her shoulders, straight with a slight curl at the ends. She had on a white top, sleeveless, that hugged her upper body. She had small breasts, little things that drew my eyes. They were well shaped, and as I gazed at her, her small nipples began to poke though the material of her top. She was wearing a miniskirt-type denim dress, which showed off her legs, which were long and shapely. I took a guess at her age, and finally decided she was about twelve or thirteen. So hard to tell, these days! I knew a guy down the street from me, his wife was a Eurasian girl, and to look at her, you could swear she was no more than ten or twelve years old, but well proportioned. But she had two children, and I found out she was twenty-four! So in between looking at the camera, the booklet, and darting glances at the girl, I took sips of my coffee, until it was finished. The girl was openly staring at me now, so looking around for an adult who might have accompanied her, and seeing no-one near, I pointed to the camera, then to her, and raised my eyebrows. She gave me a blank look, then smiled, getting that I was asking to take her picture. She smiled again, and sat up straighter, striking a pose for me. I put the camera on the table, positioned it so that I could see her in the window, and pressed the button. I picked up the camera, checked the shot, then put it back down, and smiled my thanks. Then she made another pose, so going with it, I pressed the button again. We spent a few minutes like that, her poses innocent, yet daring and naughty for a girl her age. Then she turned, looked into the doorway of the shop, and not seeing any adults near, she lifted her leg until her foot was resting on the chair seat. I took pictures in earnest now, one shot after the other. This camera had automatic winding, almost silent, and then the girl slowly, oh-so-slowly, opened her upraised leg. Her young cloth-covered pussy came into view, covered by innocent white cotton briefs, and I developed an instant hard-on. I ignored the uncomfortable pressure in my pants, concentrating on the girl. Her hand dropped to cover her pussy, and then with one finger, which she inserted under the gusset of her panties, she began to lightly stroke her lips. I took some shots of that, stopped shooting, and with my hand, made a 'come here' gesture pointing at my hips, and then making an 'open wider' wave. She got the point, and slid her hips forward as much as she could, her legs opening wider, giving me an unobstructed view of her young crevice. She was darting looks around, making sure she wouldn't get caught. I looked into the shop, but the doorway was hidden behind a memorial plinth, and the window had people sitting there behind it, but no-one was looking our way. By sliding her hips forward, her dress rode up to her hips, and her panty moulded itself against her pussy, and that created a delicious came-toe. There was a small damp patch on the thin material of her briefs, and her face had a slight flush, her eyes glittering. I took some more shots, the girl grinning and giving me wicked looks while doing so. Then a woman's voice spoke, and the girl slammed her legs shut, dropping the upraised leg to the ground and pulling her dress down, all in one fluid movement. I smiled at this display of modesty, wondering if she'd had practice flashing strange men. Before getting up, I wrote on a business card on the back, "If you want to do some modelling, email me." I wrote "Reg" under the message, and walking past the girl, I surreptitiously dropped it into her lap. The girl didn't look at me, but quickly grabbed the card, and stuffed it into the pocket of her skirt. *** As I walked into the door of the coffee shop, an attractive woman of about thirty-something walked out, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw her talk to the girl. The girl looked up at her, and smiled, saying, "No, mom, I'm fine, it's nice out here, I'm okay." The woman had a nice figure, and I couldn't help wanting to introduce myself and ask her if she'd consider modelling for me. I turned to the guy behind the counter, and he grinned when he saw we had both looking at her. I knew he was checking out her ass, and then he sighed, back to business, and asked me what I liked. I ordered a latte, and when I had it in my hand, I walked back to the shop, noticing that both the girl and her mom had gone. When I got home, Lily hugged me as I met her in the living room, and she asked me if I thought the girl would email me after all. I thought of the young blonde, and Lily said, "Yes, her! Will she email you, you think?" You'll remember that my girls are very psychic. They talk to each other, and me, in 'mind-speak.' Call it telepathy, however they do it, they're damn good at it. I have no secrets from them, not any more! "Maybe, maybe not," I replied. "I think she enjoys the thrill of flashing men, but I'm not sure she'll be brave enough to drop her clothes for the men she showed off to." "When we go to school tomorrow Reg and I will look out for her, if you want." "Okay," I said, "but they weren't familiar faces, so they could have just been passing through to somewhere else." I kissed her, and then Reg came up behind me and hugged me from the back. I loved being sandwiched between my two girls, and my woody returned, Lily feeling it against her stomach. "Shower, first, tiger," she said, smiling, "and then maybe a blowjob before dinner!" *** I didn't get that pre-dinner blowjob, but I did get it afterwards, as we sat on the couch watching television. The girls were sitting either side of me, then Lily began to stroke my crotch, and the pressure of her manipulations got me hard, hot and bothered. When she thought I was sufficiently frustrated, she rummaged in my pants and extracted my cock. Then she dipped her head, and opening her mouth, she began sucking, her tongue moving and sliding over my head. Her head was making small dips, becoming deeper as she took more of my rigid member into her mouth, her saliva making my cock slick and wet, which she rubbed and masturbated with one of her hands. I reached down and held her breast, gently squeezing and massaging it. Lily began to hum with contentment, her free hand going between her legs to rub her pussy through her jeans. Reg got up, and moving to Lily's side, she undid her jeans, and slid them and her panties down to her ankles. Lily looked up, took her head off my cock, and said, "Thanks," before continuing her ministrations. Lily's hand was moving expertly between her partly opened thighs, and then she held still on my cock, giving a muffled groan as she came from her masturbation. Then she brought her hand back up, and rubbed her juices off her fingers onto my cockhead, and then sucked away contentedly. Not long after that, I bucked my hips, willing myself not to grab her head as I came hard. I shot into her mouth, the spasms growing less, until I slumped back, weary and in a post-coital bliss. Reg leaned over me, and the two girls sharing an opened-mouth kiss. I saw a drop of my semen dribble from their mouths down Reg's chin. Lily licked it off, and smiling they sat back and cuddled into my body. *** The next day, both girls looked for the little blonde, not seeing her at their school, so she either went to another school, or it was as I thought, they were just passing through. I didn't worry about it, and went to work as usual. My photographic shop was doing well, which made me glad. It's not often you do something you really enjoy, and get paid to do it! I feel sorry for the poor guys out there who work for a living, doing what they hate, working because they had to, not because they wanted to. It's a rare person who looks forward to going to work every day. As I said before, sometimes a girl or woman, and occasionally a couple, would come into the shop, start asking innocent enough questions about something or other, the real reason for them being in the shop because they were curious about doing some modelling. They're always shy, before their clothes come off! Most girls are almost virginal, but once the clothes hit the floor, they turn into absolute sexual maniacs, bless their little hearts! I don't always get to have sex with every girl I shoot. More's the pity, as some of them were really tasty! I'd put together a web site, that catered for just about everything. It had stuff from non-nude to BDSM, and everything in between. I had got the twins to be my webmasters, and they had a ball uploading all the old photographs, and the new ones, on to it that my friend and mentor Mr Pittman had left to me. You remember those pictures of the woman and dogs that I told you about? Well, I got an email from that woman, demanding that I remove them! Turns out she was a minister's wife, and she was horrified that the pictures turned up after years of being thought forgotten about! She was in her eighties, but was dreadfully embarrassed to see them there for the world to see. Don't ask me how she found my website, she didn't say, but sufficed to say, I pulled them down out of respect for her wishes. That earned me some dirty emails, but I didn't care. I was making some nice earnings from that site, and I always got permission to upload any sets that I took first. I got a call from Alicia Trumble and Dana Miscombe one day, telling me they thought it was a hoot that their pictures were on my site! They had been trolling the girl-girl sets, picking sites at random, and had come across mine. They told me that they'd told their friends about their adventures during their school years, and now they had the proof to show their girlfriends, and male lovers. They thanked me, and made a promise to get together with me some day to continue our friendship. I looked forward to that! *** It seemed that every time I turned around, someone from my past was emailing or calling me. I got an email from a woman named Lacie Foxx, and was hard put to remember who she was. Then she sent me a pic of herself, a beautiful woman in her thirties, curvy and lush, with long blonde hair down to her fine firm breasts. She told me she was an old school friend of mine, and she did look faintly familiar, so when I asked rather timidly which one, she said, "What? Don't you remember your birthday present?" Lacy! My god, she'd changed! I told her she was knock- out gorgeous! She thanked me, and asked me if I could do a shoot of her soon? She and her manager were coming to town in a couple of months, and would only be there overnight, but she really wanted to see me again, and could I do this for her, for old times' sake? I didn't have to think about it, I said yes immediately. She promised to email me her schedule, and we left it at that. I did a search for Lacie Foxx, and found out she was an internationally famous porn star! That blew me away! She'd come a long way since that night in the library. Thirty-five movies, over a hundred photo shoots, and still growing. I felt humble, knowing she was going to have me, a small-town photographer, shoot her for old times' sake. She was big in the shemale world, appearing with other stars and up-and-comers. She did shemale-male, shemale-girl, and shemale-shemale movies. Some of her shoots were quite tastefully done, and I was hard-put to think of a way to top them. Maybe the girls would have an idea. *** About a week after the coffee shop adventure, a Wednesday night, I got an email, and it was from the blonde girl. "Hi," it began "my name is Trudi, and I'm the girl you took pictures of. That was fun! Can we do it again?" I sat there for a moment, thought of a reply, and typed, "Sure, when is good for you?" She said, "I live in," and gave me the area she was in. It was a suburb across town, about five miles from the shop. I sent her a message telling her that she could call in anytime Saturday until two, that's when I closed for the day. She replied back, and told me that she could maybe make it, and then she asked me if I paid for taking photos of young girls, how much, and what did I do with them? That put me on my guard immediately, and I just knew somehow that I wasn't talking to Trudi, if that was her name, but her mother. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did. I told her that I didn't shoot young girls as a rule, but she was very pretty, and had potential, and I knew of a couple of child modelling agencies, giving her the names, and web links, that may be interested in a new face. I did really know people in the business. You can't be a photographer and have a website without making all sorts of contacts. I told her to check them out, ask around if she wished, and then get back to me. *** Then the conversation went dead, and I heard nothing more until Friday night. An email was waiting for me when I got home. "Hi, it's Trudi again. I checked out those sites you said, and they looked legit. You still wanna take my picture?" Good for you, mom, I thought. Talk like a young girl, put me at my ease, and reel me in. I sent her an email, and asked her if her mom was coming along, or maybe her mom and dad? A few moments later, she sent, "Eewww! You want my mom there? I'd be sooooo embarrassed!" I chuckled, and sent, "Maybe your mom will want to pose for a couple of shots. She's pretty too!" The conversation went dead for at least ten minutes, then this, "You think she's pretty?" "Yes, I do," I replied. "I saw your mom talk to you as I got a coffee, and she's very attractive. I'd be proud to take her picture. Any chance you could ask if she could come along?" Again silence. Then she came back, and said, "My mom doesn't think she's pretty. Dad always told her she was ugly and useless. He's not around anymore, they're divorced." "He needs a slap upside the head," I said. "Your mom IS attractive, and she'd look good as a model. Tell her I said so, and then tell me what she says!" "Yuck!" was how she finished the conversation. *** The next day, I was just closing up and about to lock the door when the mom of the young blonde stepped up to me, and introduced herself. Close up she was attractive as I thought, even though she looked careworn and tired. "Hello, I'm Evelyn, Trudi's mom," she said, waiting for my reaction. I smiled a friendly greeting, and held out my hand. "Hi," I said, "I'm Reg, Reg Whistler." We stood there on the threshold of the store, just looking at each other. She had light brunette hair to the nape of her neck, and was wearing small thin lensed glasses. She was slim, with nice sized boobs under her jacket and blouse. She was wearing a business suit, and I saw a name tag pinned to her jacket, with the name of a real estate agent's on it. 'Evelyn Montaigne' it said. "Well, Evelyn," I said, breaking the silence, "would you like a coffee, or a cup of tea? The coffee shop makes a fine brew!" She sighed, looked at her watch, and said, "I could kill for a coffee. You're not going to invite me inside?" "No, I told her. "I thought it would be wise for our first meeting to sit in a neutral space, and the coffee shop is as good as any, and," I said, my eyes twinkling, "I could kill for a coffee too!" *** As we sat across the table with our drinks, I could see Evelyn's mind working, sizing me up, trying to decide if I was dangerous or not. I let the silence drag on for a few minutes, and then I said, "I knew it was you chatting to me online. I would have been really surprised if Trudi herself had emailed me. How did you know I'd taken her picture?" The woman gave a start, and looked slightly guilty as she told me, "I found your business card when I was doing her washing. Not much of what she does gets past me, and a girl as young as she is takes a lot of looking after." She grimaced, and said, "She's a right little handful!" "When I asked her where she'd gotten the card, and seeing the message on the back, she confessed and told me that you'd taken some pictures of her while I was in a meeting in the coffee shop. I yelled at her for letting a strange man take pictures of her, but she told me you'd asked first. So I can't really get mad if she'd given her permission." She took a sip of her drink, put it on the table, and told me, "I first thought you were a predator, Mr Whistler. I did some checking around town, and everybody I spoke to said you were a good man, being born here in town, and living here your entire life. I had to meet you, and see for myself what you were really like, what sort of man you were." I nodded, and said, "Good strategy. Have you made a decision about me yet?" "I don't know yet," she said, "but I'm not feeling anything creepy about you. Actually," she told me, giving me a quizzical look, "almost against my better judgement, I feel as if I could trust you. You just have that aura!" "That's a start," I told her. "If you agree, I could take some audition shots of Trudi, and I'd be willing to do so. Maybe," and I looked at her straight in the eyes, "you would like to do some as well. You ARE an attractive woman, Evelyn, despite what your ex-husband said!" She blushed, and I left it at that. *** I had some friends in the real estate business, people I'd grown up with, and after placing some calls, they told me that Evelyn and her daughter were relatively new in town. They had moved from a big city to our town, something to do with getting away from an abusive drunken husband. Like I said, I had made many contacts, and some were not as savoury as I'd like, but for a 'donation, they found out about Evelyn for me, getting me some very interesting information. She had an impressive resume, having been in real estate before moving here. She'd made some good money, but apparently her husband drank it all. I found myself really disliking that 'man.' When you have a wife and child, you'd kill yourself looking after them, not abusing the trust and love they gave to you. So I just let it lie, and got on with my own life. If Evelyn came back to me, then I'd do the shoot, and see what happened from there. *** Six weeks later, she did just that. I got an email from her, asking if I was prepared to do some test shots of her. She had thought long and hard, she said, and decided she'd do it, before she got too 'old,' and chickened out. I laughed at that, but told her I could do it, that Saturday afternoon, after I had closed for the day. She agreed, and said she'd meet me at the shop at two-fifteen. She was there, two-fifteen on the dot, and as the shop was empty, I tidied up, and inviting her to the loft, which I had set up as a studio, I locked the door, and followed her up the stairs. I got a buzz from watching her ass wiggle and roll as she climbed the stairs ahead of me, and I was actually a little disappointed when we reached the top. Evelyn was dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers on her feet, with white socks. She was wearing a white blouse, with a lightweight tan jacket over that. She'd put on a dash of make-up, which made her look desirable, highlighting her features. She stood in the loft, looking around. The centrepiece was a king-sized bed covered with a white satin sheet, and my lighting equipment was placed around it, to give me ambient light from every direction. Evelyn looked nervous as she eyed the bed, so to put her at her ease, I told her that she didn't have to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, as I also did non-nude shoots on that bed as well. "You do nude shots? As in girls take their clothes off?" she asked me, amazed. "Yes, of course," I told her. "Most of my work up here involves nude photography. It's in great demand. But," I hastened to reassure her, "you don't have to do that, it's not a requirement. Only if you feel comfortable doing so, and you sign a written agreement, will we do that." Evelyn just looked at the bed as I spoke to her, nothing showing on her face. *** So, I asked her to sit on the bed, and we'd get started. She timidly sat on the edge, and as I moved around her, my camera clicking and whirring, the flashes lighting up the room, she slowly relaxed. She moved onto the bed, posing for me as I gave her direction, and soon she took off her jacket, and sneakers, and sat fully on the bed, in the middle. After about half an hour, she felt comfortable enough to undo the first two buttons of her blouse, and I got some good shots of her face, upper body, and chest. We stopped for a few minutes, and I gave her a bottle of water to give her something to drink. It was quite warm up in that loft, and Evelyn had a sheen of perspiration on her forehead. I opened a window, and a cool breeze flowed in, making the now relaxed woman smile as it caressed her face and body. I quickly picked up the camera, getting a few good shots of her as she knelt on the bed, smiling, eyes closed, her head tilted up, and turned into the breeze. Then Evelyn turned to me, opened her eyes, and without a word, began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, slowly, her eyes never leaving the camera lens. I didn't say a word; I just let her go for it. She was calling the shots now, and something moved behind her eyes, and she became more confident, more in control of the situation. Then the last button was undone, and she pulled the tails out of her jeans. Then she removed it completely, and sat there, her hands moving to cover her bra-encased breasts. She was wearing a white lacy bra, and it contrasted with her skin, which was slightly tanned, the outline of her tan lines still showing. Evelyn dropped her hands slowly, almost shyly, and then leaning back, putting her hands on the bed behind herself, she thrust out her chest, pushing her breasts out for the camera. Her hips raised up, and her legs opened slightly, and then she dropped her head back as I took shot after shot of her doing that. I moved to her side, getting a profile shot of her kneeling there in that position, then she sat up, and looking at me, she reached behind herself, and undid the bra catch. She held her hands to her breasts, then shrugging the bra off, she sat there nude from the waist up. I caught my breath. She was magnificent. Her breasts were larger for her size, the round full globes sitting on her chest, her nipples drawing in and pointing up. I wasn't the only one panting slightly. I watched her chest rise and fall, and then her hands were at her jeans, popping the button, and drawing the zipper down slowly. *** Since I'd opened the window, neither of us had spoken a word. Suddenly the room was charged with sexual tension, and when Evelyn had wriggled her jeans off her legs, she sat here clad only in her panties, a g- string type, white lace like the bra, and sheer. She was shaven, with a dark line of a landing strip on her mons. She moved slowly, sinuously, until she was sitting on her butt, her legs opened a little, and while one hand was on her breast stroking and pulling on a nipple, the other was lightly stroking her pussy. Then after a minute or two of doing that, she slowly, oh so slowly removed her panties, and I caught brief glimpses of her puffy vaginal lips as she moved. Then they were off, and she waved them in the air, before tossing the scrap of cloth away with a giggle. Her inner lips stuck out by maybe a quarter of an inch, and her pussy, wet and pink, was a delight to behold. I was hard, I hadn't realised it until she dropped her eyes to my crotch. Evelyn gasped, and staring openly at my woody she asked, "Did I do that?" I stopped shooting, and looking down, I started to apologise, but she looked at me with a smouldering look, and in a husky voice, she told me to "come here!" I walked over to the nude woman, and taking hold of my belt, she undid it, a little rough in her haste to get my pants opened. I started taking shots of her doing that, called in the business, POV, or Point Of View, shots. Then yanking my pants down my legs to my knees, Evelyn stroked my cock through my underwear. "Oh, my!" she breathed, "nice, Reg!" Then giving my cock a kiss, she put her hands to my waistband of my underwear, and pulled them away from my body, releasing my rampant manhood. It bounced out, and she was staring at it, licking her lips, then she stuck out her tongue, and gave it a lick. Evelyn shuddered, and holding it with one hand, stroking me, she looked up at me, and said, "My god, Reg, it's been a while. I need it so much!" Then she moved her head forward, and closed her mouth around my girth, and then she began to lick me, her tongue dancing and swirling around my head. Then taking her mouth off me, she started licking the shaft. Then holding my cock in both hands, Evelyn placed me back into her mouth. Her head bobbed, impaling herself on me, forcing as much as she could into her mouth. I almost fell to my knees as she did that. My hands shook, but I had an anti-roll camera, so the shots, maybe a little lop-sided, would still come out. Then the voracious woman let go of me, and lying back on the bed, began to masturbate, her hand s busy between her legs, which were raised up and open wide, one hand going to her mouth, licking the juices off her fingers. "Fuck me, Reg," she begged, "fuck me, please. I want you; I need you to fuck me!" *** With one hand, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and one-handedly taking pictures, I held my cock, and lined it up with her opening, which was wet and slick, her heady aroma making me dizzy with lust. Then I slid into her body, and we both groaned with pleasure. I began to move my hips, sawing in and out of this woman's body, watching my stiff member as it slid in and out of the warm wet orifice. Evelyn was massaging her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, moaning and rolling her hips in time to my thrusts. The camera became too heavy to hold, so I put it down, and resting my weight on my hands and outstretched arms, I hammered myself at her, making Evelyn bounce under me, her cries of pleasure music to my ears. I could feel my climax bubbling and boiling in my balls, so picking up the camera, I began to take spaced shots, and when I couldn't hold back anymore, I moaned through gritted teeth, "I'm coming!" Evelyn cried out her release, bucking under me, and halfway through that, I pulled out of her, and my ejaculated seed spurted across her stomach and onto her drenched pussy. Evelyn reached up and grabbed my cock, milking me, forcing out the last drops. She took my cock into her mouth, and sucked on me, her tongue cleaning me off, swallowing the residue of my come and her juices combined. *** I got a couple of good shots of her grinning and wiping up my seed with her fingers, which she put into her mouth, and sucking her fingers clean, she grinned, smacking her lips. Grinning, she told me a good cock was so much better than her vibrator! We both laughed at that! Then she sat up, and standing to hug me, she thanked me for a great afternoon, but as Trudi was going to be waiting for her at home, she said she'd better be going before world war three broke out between her daughter and the babysitter. I sat on the bed as I watched her clean herself off and then dress, and asked her how she preferred me to get the pictures to her. Evelyn stood there for a moment, and then asked if I could give her only the 'safe' pictures, and writing down her address, she asked me to put them onto disc, and send them to her. I promised to do so, and with wobbly legs, I let her out of the front door. I watched Evelyn walk away, a bounce in her step, and a big smile on her face. Which probably matched the one on mine, who knows? God, I love my work! -= Chapter Two =- When I got home, Reg met me at the door, her hand out waiting for the memory card from the camera. I handed it to her, and went to have a shower. As I stood there, I smiled as I ran over the events of that afternoon. Evelyn was sexy, and I found myself wanting to invite her back for a second session. I laughed, and turning off the water, I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the kitchen, where something sure smelled good! Lily was cooking tonight. She's a fair hand in the kitchen, having a dream of one day working in a restaurant as a chef. She was making curried sausages, and as I hugged her from behind, kissing her head and smelling her hair, she said, "Someone had fun today!" "Someone did!" I answered, my hands going to her pert breasts. As she leaned back she told me to wait, dinner was almost ready. I moved away, and sat at the table. A little while later, as Lily dished up our meals, Reg came in and handed me a disc, and told me she'd 'censored' the photos, and those ones on the disc should make Evelyn happy. I thanked her, and gave her a kiss. *** After dinner, the girls brought up a subject that had been skirting the edges of my mind for quite a while now. It was a decision I didn't want to make, but the girls forced me face the reality of the situation. "Dad," Reg began, "we need a new house." "What's wrong with this one?" I said. "Jeez, dad," Lily said, "this is a two-bedroom house! In case you haven't noticed, you have TWO teenaged daughters! Does that remind you of anything?" "You seem happy sharing a room," I told her. "What's the problem?" Reg growled and ground her teeth, and with a pissed off look, she said, "Dad! Two teenaged girls, doesn't that suggest to you that we should be having our own rooms?" Before I could say anything, Lily said, "Dad! It's getting tight in there! We have too much stuff, and we're running out of places to put it!" Reg said, "Look, we know that you grew up here, and that your dad left it to you, but come on! We have to have our own space, and this place is far too small! Rent this house out, and we can buy another! We know you can afford it!" "Oh, you do, do you?" I said, "How do you..." and then I had to shut up. Of course they knew. They sat there, both of them looking at me, two sets of blue eyes drilling into my head. They didn't have to say a word, they knew they were right, and so did I. God, I felt stupid! *** So on Monday, both girls got me to ring the school, and told them that they were staying home, 'a family thing.' Then the three of us presented ourselves at the real estate agency where Evelyn worked. The girls wanted to meet her in person, and to give their seal of approval to any houses we looked at. Evelyn was surprised to see us, getting neatly cut off by an aggressive male,-younger!-co-worker in his twenties, who tried to get us interested in going with him to look at some places. We shut him down, telling him that we were only going to deal with Evelyn, and politely giving him the cold shoulder, we followed Evelyn into her office. Evelyn smiled behind her hand, and as we sat in her office, we saw that the male salesman was hovering in the hallway in case we changed our minds. Evelyn closed the door in his face, and all business, asked us what we had in mind. Firstly, I passed her the disc, and told her that her photos were on it, and we hoped she was happy with them. Both of my girls looked at Evelyn, who blushed under their scrutiny, and leaving it on the desk, she looked at it like it was a foreign object. I'd introduced my girls to her beforehand when we walked into the building, and looking up at me, she asked if the girls knew what was on the disc. I told her they did, that Reg had sorted through the pics, and only copied the 'safe' ones for her. That gave her a shock, and going pale with fright, she gasped, "They know? What, did you tell them, do they know everything?" Reg spoke up, and said, "It's okay, Evelyn. We know what our dad does, and we're okay with it. You don't have to be embarrassed; we're not going to tell anyone about it. You're secret's safe with us!" Lily nodded her agreement with what her sister said. "That's right, everybody has their secrets, and no-one else needs to know about them!" That seemed to mollify her, so taking the disc and putting it in a drawer then locking it, she became all business again, and the girls started to fill her in on what type of house THEY wanted. *** The girls finally settled on a five-bedroom bungalow with two bathrooms, (oh the joy of having a bathroom to myself!), in a good neighbourhood, and only a ten minute drive to work, surrounded by a high wooden fence, with a pool in the backyard, and a large basement. There was a big tree in the front yard, an old mature walnut, which made me nervous, but Lily went up to it, touched it with her hand for a few seconds, then came back to stand at my side, and told me that it wouldn't fall over anytime soon. "Her roots are firm and deep, dad," she told me. "She's okay. She'll look after us, I asked her to!" Evelyn just raised her eyebrows at that, but I smiled, and shook my head. The bungalow was big and roomy inside. I'd picked out a small room for my office and one of the bigger ones for my bedroom, while the girls each claimed a room as theirs. The spare room we left as is for the time being. When Evelyn wanted to know how long we were going to be renting the house for, I told her we weren't renting it. She stood there, confused. When I told her we were buying, she nearly dropped on the spot. We knew that the sale of that bungalow would fetch her a hefty commission, and there were tears in her eyes as she stood there, lost for words. That commission was desperately needed by her, as things were tight at home, the girls told me later. *** When we got back to the office, Evelyn's boss, a woman in her fifties, but still with a tidy figure and nice breasts for a woman her age, saw the happy look on her employee's face. When Evelyn told her about the sale of the bungalow, the male co-worker swore under his breath. "I've been trying to sell that property for months now!" he groaned. Evelyn gave him a superior smile, and told him, "Too bad, it's gone now!" I spoke to the manager, and told her I didn't appreciate this man cutting Evelyn off when we had specifically gone in there to see her about buying a property. "We were not impressed." I told her angrily. "This young man should have learnt some manners before his mother let him loose on the world!" Reg and Lily snorted with laughter, and failed to stop anyone hearing them. The woman manager stood silent, a look of intense disapproval of my words on her face. She turned to the young man, and said, "That's the last complaint I'm getting from people about you, Simon! I've had enough. I've lost good customers and staff because of your aggressive tactics, and I'm not putting up with it anymore!" Fixing him with a glare, she said, "Simon, you may be my son, but you're fired!" *** Oh, boy! Time to go! *** When the moving truck drove away filled up with all of our belongings, I stood on the pavement, and it was if I was seeing the house for the first time. It looked old and worn. The paint was flaking, and I saw a few little jobs that needed doing that I hadn't noticed previously. In my mind's eye, I saw a little five year old boy racing in circles on the front lawn, a plastic aeroplane clutched in his tiny hand at arm's length. Making vroooom sounds, he was pretending to be a fighter pilot, shooting down enemies by the score. I saw my Dad sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette after he had to give me a good whupping for something or other. Then I saw myself sitting there with him, his arm around my shoulders, hugging me tight in apology. So many memories, good and bad. Reg came up to me, took my hand, and led me to the car. I was actually crying as I drove away. *** The girls were a whirlwind of energy as we all unpacked that day. Then halfway through it, they ran past me out of their bedrooms in their bikini's, their girl flesh bobbing and swaying, to shriek in delighted laughter as they bombed the pool, causing water to splash everywhere. I went outside to ask them what they were doing, so they got out of the pool dripping wet, grabbed me, and threw me into the pool. The shock of the water made me swallow some. I got my head above water, and coughed and spluttered. Ah, to hell with unpacking! I took off my wet shirt and jeans, and in my underwear, chased them around the pool, with the girls shrieking and screaming in mock horror and delicious delight as my hands found their boobs and butts, and pussies. *** I had made arrangements with Evelyn for the renting out of my old property, which earned her another, albeit smaller, commission. She recommended a renovation firm to do some tidying up around the place, which I was grateful for. The change in her was good to see. Gone was the care-worn look, and she blossomed to become a more confident, more self- assured woman. Her hair had a shine to it, and she carried herself with an upright stance, her shoulders back, and a ready smile on her face. When we had a house-warming party, her name was on the top of our list. Lacie had called, and so when I invited her to the house-warming, she turned up on the day looking absolutely fabulous. None of my guests knew she was anything but a woman, and when she started to get compliments, she preened. When asked, she said she was in the entertainment business, which made my girls choke, and excuse themselves, so as not to laugh in front of everyone. If they only knew! When Lacie turned up and saw the house, she decided to stay for a couple of days, and we set up the spare room for her. Her manager got huffy, and told her she was on a tight schedule, and they couldn't stay for more than a night, if that. She promptly told him to change their plans, or change his employment status. He changed their plans! *** The manager turned up early the next morning, in a foul humour, and Lacie promptly told him to go away, today was her time, and he wasn't welcome. She'd relegated him to a seedy motel on the interstate as punishment for being 'uppity' the day before. He gritted his teeth, and stormed off. I decided I didn't like that asshole, but Lacie told me he was good at getting her work, so she tolerated him. Then with a self-satisfied smirk, she changed into a green string bikini, and went to lay out on the deck by the pool. The girls had gone to school, leaving me alone with Lacie. I dragged my feet, not really in the mood to go to work, but resigned to doing so. Her figure had filled out, and her curves were immaculate. I stood by the sliding doors, which opened onto a patio, watching her. Her butt was rounded and firm, her legs long and trim from exercise. She was lying on her stomach, and turning her head, she smiled in greeting. "Reg," she said in a seductive voice, "come and join me." "Wish I could," I sighed. "I have to go to work, you know, earn the money, pay the bills, yahdee, yah!" "Call in sick," she said. "The boss will understand." "I am the boss," I told her, really wanting to spend the day with her. "So?' she said, raising her eyebrow. "Problem solved!" I laughed, and said, "Yeah, you got a point!" moving outside to kneel beside her and stroke her firm delicious butt. *** I heard a gasp from Reg, and in mind-speak, told her to mind her own business, and concentrate on her schoolwork. "Well, really!" she giggled, and then she was gone. I concentrated on rubbing lotion on Lacie's back and buttocks, firmly massaging her body. She relaxed, and became putty in my hands. My fingers dipped between her butt cheeks, rubbing her anus under the bikini. "Oh," she groaned, "that's nice, Reg! Keep doing that!" I had developed a hard-on, and stopping the massage for a moment, I quickly stripped off, my clothes in a heap beside us. Then putting my hands on her legs, I made long sweeps, rubbing up the legs on the outside, and then sliding them down on the inside of her thighs. My hands eventually returned to her butt, and as I kneaded those delicious firm globes, Lacie began to minutely rotate her body, grinding her groin into the towel under her. Then she turned over, sat up, and took her bikini off. A couple of pull ties, and the string thing melted off her, and was tossed aside. Her breasts were silicone enhanced, but looked as natural as they could be. Her small penis was hard, and she had a glazed look in her eyes. We embraced and kissed, our hands exploring each other's bodies, her hand dropping into my lap to stroke and fondle me. Then pushing me away gently, Lacie smiled, and told me it was my turn to have lotion applied to me, as she didn't want me to get burned. I lay down on my stomach, and then Lacie's hands began their magic. As she kneaded the tension out of my shoulders and back, she started to speak, softly and hypnotically. "I've always thought of you, Reg. You were the first man who was gentle with me. You were so considerate; I think I fell in love with you a little that night in the library." I went to rise up, but she pushed me back down, and told me to listen. "You were the first man to take me into your mouth. It was always the other way around, and you really surprised me when you asked me if you could do it! I could have let you continue, but I wanted you to have me." "I remember that time," I said. "You surprised me too, Lacie, when you pulled my zip down. I had fantasized about your ass so many times! I never thought I'd have chance with you, you know! I would watch you as you walked, and you always gave me a boner!" Lacie chuckled, her hands massaging my ass now. Her fingers started to rub my sphincter, and I groaned at the contact. "I've found men like that," she said. "Straight or gay, men love their ass played with!" We laughed, and then she said, "My first time was not the most romantic. The guy who had sex with me the first time was my father. He would watch me, and one night, he was drunk, but still able to get it up. He climbed into bed with me, started kissing me, and climbing onto me as I lay on my back; he fumbled around until he penetrated me." Her hands stopped moving, and she gave a deep sigh. "Strangely, I didn't mind him doing that to me. I had a crush on my dad for years, and would fantasize about his cock. I would dream of him having sex with me, kissing me, sucking me, fucking me. When it finally happened, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and cried with joy as he pumped away into my ass. God, I miss him!" "What happened to him, Lacie?" I asked. "He became depressed, and killed himself because of the guilt of what he did to me. Mom blamed me, and threw me out of the house. She knew I had something to do with his suicide, but she didn't know what. She didn't want a queer for a son, and told me to leave. I was only thirteen! Thank god some friends of mine took me in!" "They put me through school, and I worked in the adult industry to put myself through college. Some, well, most, of the guys were really sexy, but rough! Every time I had sex with them, it was you I was thinking of." I felt honoured, and a warm feeling for this incredible person washed through me. I rolled over, and pulled her to me. We kissed, and the kiss became passionate, our mouths glued together. Lacie reached down, and tugged on my cock, her whimpers of need fuelling my desire. I lay her down on her back, and lay over her. Lacie rubbed my cock and placed me at her anus, and whispered, "Fuck me Reg. I want you to." I pushed down slowly, and after a moment's resistance, I slid inside her. Her ass was still warm and tight, and I was transported back those many years to the night in the library, and then I was moving in her, sliding deep and strong. Lacie pushed back at me, her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips. I plunged into her, my thrusts become faster, more desperate as I felt my climax approaching. She was so incredibly sexy, I couldn't last long. After about ten minutes, I groaned, "Lacie, I'm coming! Sorry babe, can't help it!" She gave a little giggle, her internal muscles gripping me, and said, "Do it, lover! Shoot that stuff in me!" I let loose with a loud groan, my cock pulsing and jerking with the contractions. Lacie moaned, her ass clutching my cock as I spurted inside her lovely channel. *** That afternoon, before the girls got home from school, we had our photographic session, and Lacie was a joy to work with. She knew how to move, how to pose, and I did very little in the way of direction. Her years in the porn industry had taught her well. When we were finished, she gave me a slow and loving blowjob, and then as I sat on the couch recovering from an intense orgasm, she called her manager. When he arrived to pick her up, she held me close, tightly, and after kissing me, she told me that when she 'retired,' she might move to my town to be near me. "You are welcome here anytime, Lacie, and I'm going to miss you," I told her, and sadly watched her ass as she walked away. I loved that girl! *** A couple of weeks later, I was in my shop, getting ready to go out for lunch. A new pizza place had opened down the street, and I'd heard good things about it. I wanted to check it out, and as I was locking the door, suddenly there was a cacophony of noise in my head, feminine emotions slamming into me, almost making me fall to my knees in shock. The girls were screaming at me, their words disjointed, anger, sadness, shock, horror and terror giving me a blinding headache. "Girls!" I shouted at them, using mind-speak as I clutched the door handle to keep myself upright. "Slow down, stop shouting! What's happening? Do you need me?" "Dad!" Lily sobbed, "its Evelyn, she's in danger! You have to get to her NOW!" The sense of urgency was overpowering, and running to my car, I fumbled with the keys, almost dropping them before I got the door unlocked. I dived in, started the car, and was off with the tyres squealing. I ran two red lights, missing traffic by inches amid blaring horns. Then I was in front of the office where Evelyn worked and ran through the front door where I saw her pinned to the wall by a large drunk man. His hair and clothes were dishevelled, and he was mean as a bear with a sore head as he held her by the throat. "Money, bitch," he was saying to her, "I want some money! I know you have some, you always did! Where the fuck is it?" Evelyn's eyes were terrified, and she grabbed at his arm with both hands. She was choking, gagging as she tried to get air into her lungs. Everything went red and then I was moving toward him. The guy, the ex- husband I guessed, let her go, and then back-handed her across the temple with the back of his fist. There was a sickening thud as his fist connected with her head. That sent the gasping woman reeling sideways to collapse unconscious onto the floor. Then everything went crazy. Suddenly I was not alone in my head. Lily and Reg were there, and I felt them pour energy into me. My hand snaked out as the guy heard me behind him, turning to face me. He outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, but as my fingers found his throat, he was lifted off his feet as I slammed him into the wall. My other hand became a claw, and the urge to rip out his eyes was so all-consuming, I had to fight hard to assert my own control as the girls screamed their hate for him. Then miraculously, the claw became a fist, and I hit him, once, twice, three times in the face. The first punch thumped his head into the wall. The second created a dent with cracks radiating out from it, and the third a hole as his skull bounced into and off the drywall. Every time I drew back my arm for another punch, energy poured into it, driving it forward with greater force. His face was a mess, blood pouring out of his squashed nose, drenching his shirt front and my wrist as it spurted redly. I let him go, and he slid down the wall, to sit crumpled on his butt. The girls were still with me, urging me to rip him apart. "Girls!" I told them, "back off! Calm down, he's not getting up!" The did back off, but circled around in the background of my mind like two she-wolves with their hackles up and bristling with suppressed rage, snarling and ready to jump back in if he got up. The guy was crying now, and all the fight seemed to go out of him. I heard a sob behind me, and turning, I saw Evelyn's boss standing there, rooted to the spot in terror. "Call the paramedics!" I yelled at her, and when she didn't move, I said a little more forcefully, "NOW!" *** I dropped to my knees, and noticed that Evelyn, sweet and gentle Evelyn, wasn't breathing. I did CPR as best as I could remember, not sure I was doing it right. I'd done a first-aid course years ago, and never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would ever need the knowledge, until now. My eyes filled with tears, and soon, I was sobbing, begging her to wake up and come back to us. But, she didn't show any signs of recovery, breaking my heart. The paramedics turned up and a small contingent of police as well. What a mess. At first, they thought I'd attacked Evelyn, and then her customer, as I was splattered with blood. But slowly, I made it clear that I was the one who stopped the big guy from doing any further damage to the prone woman. *** Then in the midst of the confusion, one of the paramedics said in an excited voice, "We have a pulse! It's weak and erratic, but it's there!" I breathed easier, and watched as they bundled her body out of there to the waiting ambulance. I was escorted to the police station, and gave my statement as best as I could remember it, and what had happened. Then my stomach began to clench, and asking for and getting directions to the restroom I rushed out of the interview room. When I got there, I hurried into a cubicle. I went onto my knees and threw up into the bowl. I realised that it was the reaction to the adrenaline that had flooded my system. I was weak, and I desperately wanted to lie down and sleep. I dragged myself to my feet, and feeling light-headed, I opened the door. As I came out, a drunk old man was standing by the wall, and he said, "Boy, if ya cain't handle it, don't drink it!" The he turned, and promptly urinated into a corner. I washed my face, looking into the haggard face that stared back at me. My knuckles stung, so I washed the dried blood off them. I stepped into the hallway, and steeled myself for more questions. *** The main points that the investigating officer had a hang-up about was, how did I know that Evelyn Montaigne needed my help? How did I know she was in danger? I couldn't just tell him about the girls, he'd never understand. How could I tell him that when they 'bonded' with another person, they were there with them, any time they wanted to be? So, I lied a little. Dammit, what else could I do? I told him that I just had an overpowering feeling that she was in danger, and it wouldn't go away. I told him about running two red lights to get to her, and he charged me with that, but somewhere along the line, those charges were dropped. He wasn't happy with my version of events, but as the ex-husband had a record of domestic violence and drunk and disorderly charges against him, they had no choice but to accept my account of the day's happenings, which were about the same as what the estate agent saw. I finally got to go home, where the twins took charge of me, stripping the sweat soaked and blood spattered clothing off me, washing me in the shower, and as I was not feeling very hungry, they put me to bed. *** In the morning, we all took the day off. I tell you, I was severely wiped, man. The girls looked as haggard and washed out as I did. You cannot draw on that kind of power that quickly and forcefully as the twins did, with me as the focus, without it taking a dreadful toll on you, if you do it without preparation first. We moped about and slept most of the day, snacking instead of using energy to make a proper meal. We went to bed early, all of us sleeping together in my bed, cuddled up and warm. -= Chapter Three =- I spent most of my spare time in the evenings with Evelyn, who was still unconscious. Her daughter, Trudi, came in as often as she could, her eyes red from crying. We got to talking, and she told me how she had hated her mom for always being strict with her, but as she held her mom's hand, weeping with loss, she said how much she loved her, and didn't want to lose her. Evelyn was in a coma, the blow to her head giving her a major concussion, swelling the brain dangerously. Gradually, over the next couple of weeks, the swelling went down, but she still showed no signs of waking up. She was moved out of ICU, and into the coma ward. Trudi went to stay with relatives until her mom woke up, or, and we hated to think of this, she died. I would sit with her so that she wasn't lonely, and talked with her. I found myself reminiscing about our time together, and telling her about my past. I told her about Leesa and the girls, everything I could think of, in the vain hope she could hear me. Her monitor spiked a couple of times, but the nurse told me it was only slight brain activity, nothing more. Okay, I know what you're thinking. She wasn't my girlfriend, we'd only had sex the once, so why was I at her bedside every spare moment? Fucked if I knew. It was something I had to do, so don't ask me why. I just did it. Evelyn wasn't on life-support, being able to breathe on her own. Her breathing was strong and regular, and her skin lost its pale pallor, and regained its colour. Then about four one morning, I felt a nudge and woke from an uncomfortable doze to see two sparkling sky- blue eyes gazing in love at me. *** I stood, ready to rush out and get a nurse, but Evelyn smiled weakly, and with a hoarse voice, told me to stay, she had something to tell me. "Thirsty," she said. "Can I have some water, please?" I got a glass of water, and helped her drink. When she pushed the empty glass from her lips, she thanked me, and lay back onto her pillows. I asked how she was feeling, she told me she had a headache, and felt a little disjointed. I told her about the concussion, to which she said she knew all about it. I sat there, looking into those eyes, and then it hit me. They were different, somehow, they seemed familiar, and then a cold tingle went down my spine. The woman in the bed smiled, and said, "Hello, Reg. It's been a while!" She chuckled at the look on my face, and asked me how I was? "Oh, my god," I breathed. "Leesa?" "Hello, honey. You didn't answer my question. How's my virgin boy?" I couldn't answer; my mouth wouldn't close to speak. Finally, she reached out, took my hand, and said, "You're doing very well with the girls. I've been watching over you, and I'm so very proud of how you've looked after them!" "How?" I managed to say, more of a croak. "Where's Evelyn? Are you both in there?" Leesa looked sad as she told me that the blow that knocked Evelyn unconscious had driven her spirit out of her body, making her flee deeply into the spirit world, terrified of coming back. Once over there, she had 'fainted' and had gone into a spiritual version of a coma. There were entities looking after her, spirit healers, but there was no way she would ever return, not in this lifetime. By the time she had been healed, Leesa told me, this body she was in would have wasted away and died. It was only her spirit helpers that had kept it living. "I'm sorry honey," she said, "Evelyn's not coming back. She's gone." *** Just about then, someone noticed 'Evelyn' sitting up in bed talking to me, and a handful of doctors and nurses rushed in to do a myriad of checks on her. I had to stand aside for the better part of an hour, watching them do this and that to her, impatient to talk with my wife. Finally, they went away, and we were alone for a while. "I'm what's known as a 'walk- in,' my darling wife told me. "I chose to return, because I missed you and the girls so much, Reg. The work I have to do can wait, we have all eternity to catch up on it." I was in shock. There was so much I didn't know. It was all a bit too much to take in at the time. Leesa smiled tiredly, and told me to go home and rest. "I just have some adjusting to do with this body, to get comfortable with it. Don't worry, honey," she said gently, "I will still be here when you come back tomorrow. I don't want to leave you and the girls again!" Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Then opening one eye, she growled playfully, "Go away, Reg! I need my sleep, and I can't do that with you disturbing me!" As I made my way to the door, she called out softly, "Reg? Please don't tell the girls. Not yet, I want to surprise them!" I promised, wondering how I was going to keep them out of my head, where they'd see the good news anyway. I was walking up the corridor when Leesa's voice said, "Don't worry, hon, I'll help you keep them out!" I was almost bursting with joy as I walked out of the front doors. *** When I got home, the girls were up, looking ruffled from waking up when they heard me come through the door. They sensed a change in me, and they got a little panicked when they couldn't 'read' my mind. "Dad?" Reg said, "what's happening? I can't see you anymore! What happened?' Lily was tearing up, but I told them to go back to bed for a while, they didn't have to go to school today if they didn't want to. That got their attention, and they were wide awake immediately. I was grinning, but no matter how many times they nagged me, I wouldn't give them any details, just telling them I had something to show them later on. *** When we got to the hospital, Evelyn/Leesa was sitting up in bed, with a nurse fussing her about something. The bed-ridden woman smiled as we came in, and the girls, not yet cottoning on to the change in her, stood there, a little uncertainly. The nurse moved away, giving us some privacy. "Well, girls," the woman said cheerfully, "how have you been? You've grown, both of you! Have you been keeping your father out of mischief?" Lily and Reg looked at the woman, and then looked closer. Suddenly screaming and squealing in joy, they dove onto the bed, hugging and kissing their mom in raptures of joy, who grinned and cried with them as they buried her under their bodies. That's my girls! They knew exactly who was talking to them. Leesa had dropped the barrier to her mind, and let the girls see who she really was in there. The depth of love she had for them was boundless! "We've missed you!" they both cried, the tears flowing abundantly as they competed to tell their mom what they'd been doing since she'd been gone. I left them to it, and found a nurse who told me Trudi had been notified that her mother was awake and asking for her. It was a two day drive to get to the hospital from where she was living with her relatives. They were already on their way. It was cheaper to drive than to fly for the family, so they chose to do it that way instead. Looking at the reunion on the bed, she asked me how many children Evelyn Montaigne had? "As far as we know, it was just the one, but there are two more over there!" I told her that my two girls knew Evelyn, and had come to view her as a mother surrogate, their own mom having died a couple of years back. She just nodded, and we spoke of other things. "She wants to go home, but we'll keep her another day or so for observation," a doctor told me. "That was a nasty bang to the head she had, but she appears well enough to go for short walks." "We'll monitor her progress, and see how she does. If we're satisfied she's okay, she can be home in a day or two!" *** When I got back to Leesa's bed, she was deep in conversation with the girls. She looked up at me smiling, and told me they were catching up. Then I told her the doctors wanted to keep her for another day or so, making Lily and Reg groan with frustration. They wanted their mom home now, not in two days! Leesa agreed with the doctors, saying she had the difficult task of making Trudi believe that it was her mom who had woken up out of a coma, her usual self, not someone else. "The visiting hours are almost over for the day," she said, "so come back tonight. I need to talk with you all, and I'll explain everything then." We departed, the girls crying in sadness that they couldn't stay longer. Leesa kissed them both, then me, and repeated what she'd said earlier, so promising we'd be there, we left. *** That night, we crowded around Leesa's bed in the recovery ward. They'd moved her when they were satisfied she wasn't going to relapse back into a coma. It was a light airy room, facing the sunset, which was glorious that day. We waited before speaking, to make sure no-one overheard anything they shouldn't have, or saw what we were doing. Then Leesa began speaking to us in mind-speak, so we could 'hear' and feel everything she had to tell us. "When Evelyn came over to us, we had access to all her thoughts, emotions, and memories. Nothing is truly lost, not even by the transition that is known as Death. Everything we do, everything we say, everything we are is stored in what is commonly called the 'Akashic Library.' I have access to all of Evelyn's memories, should I need them. It has been granted to me to change, control, or modify Trudi's mind to help her accept the transition she and I will go through. You all will have your part to play in this, and for a time, I must ask you all, especially you, girls, to be strong and supportive of my mission here." "What do you mean, mom?' Lily asked, an inquisitive look on her face. "My darlings, for a time, I won't be living with you," she said sadly. "I must stay in Evelyn and Trudi's home, and I must slowly steer Trudi around to come to accept you all. You are all strangers to her at the moment. She would be traumatised to suddenly start living with you all, not understanding why, so I must be apart physically from you. I will be in contact with you, of course, but Trudi will expect to be living with her mother, which I shall be, until we can all be together as one big family." She looked at us, going from one face to another, her eyes asking acceptance of her decision. *** The girls disagreed in consternation, understanding, but disappointed by not having their mother around after being separated for so long from her. Leesa felt their pain, hers was just as strong, but her resolve was like a steel trap, rigid and unbending. She had to do this. We 'saw' her plan, and it was relatively simple, really. She would begin a relationship with me, and the girls, as a single woman falling in love with a kind good-natured man, me naturally, and becoming a mother to his daughters, and then as the relationship developed, Trudi would come to accept the girls as her older sisters, and then we would all become a family, her and Trudi moving in finally. The girls didn't say anything for a time, but their emotions were linked, speaking louder than words. Their emotions were a battleground, good sense warring with screaming denial. Leesa and I felt them slowly coming around, and we could see it was painful for them. Then the decision was made, reached simultaneously between them, and their resolve to be a part of their mother's plan was plain to see in their eyes. They would help her, no matter the cost. Did I tell you I was really bloody proud of my two girls? *** "Now, girls, I've mentioned to Reg, your father, that I returned as a 'walk-in.' I'll give you a little background into what that is." "This will be important for you too, dear reader," she said, looking right at you. "Usually, when someone decides that life for them has become too hard to bear, or has been contemplating suicide for a time, or feels that their work has reached a point where they are just marking time, they make arrangements for another disincarnated spirit to step in and take over their bodies as they leave." "This isn't spirit-possession as defined by the church or religion. The disincarnated spirits are 'souls' who have a desire to return and continue living a human life without going through the tedious expense of conception and birth. Most of the literature you find on the web will give you many points of view about what a walk-in is, and some are so out in the field as to be complete rubbish!" "Starseeds, Lightworkers, Rainbow children, all that is high-minded garbage, self-aggrandizing little people who have low self-esteem, making themselves seem greater than they are. Pity them. The real walk- ins don't advertise themselves, because they either don't remember who they are or were, or they do remember and keep silent and get on with their lives and work." Leesa took a deep breath, and reached for her glass of water. She took a sip, and then placed it beside her on the small table. "Now. When Ralph Morgenson, Evelyn's ex-husband, hit Evelyn on the side of her head with his fist, he channelled a lot of his male energy into that punch. He didn't know he was doing it, it was unconscious. It contained every ounce of his vicious nature, and it pounded into her, like a tsunami wave hitting a flower, shoving her spirit completely out of her body. She'd been living in terror of his return, and to a certain respect, she created a self-fulfilling prophecy." "He found her, and being in his usual inebriated state, he went looking for more money to feed his addiction. When she was hit, and fled her body, Evelyn didn't even realise she was having an out-of-body experience, she just 'ran' until she stopped, and began to notice where she was. That's when she 'fainted', and went into a coma on the other side, out of pure shock." *** "I made it known," she said, "that I was going to return, as I knew that there was no way the spirit known here as Evelyn Montaigne was ever coming back. She was too deep into her coma over there. By the time the healers had woken her up, this body," she gave a small wave at it," would have died long before." "It was her spirit helpers who kept it alive for me. I waited until the body had healed enough to step into it, making sure first that nothing was wrong, would or could go wrong in the future. There was a small cyst on her ovaries that I had to remove, nothing major. I wanted to be here for a very long time! In the process of going over the body, I woke the psychic centres so that we could all talk together, and allow me access to the records on the other side." "Plus," she gave a mysterious smile, "I tweaked here and there a little!" Leesa giggled, making her look and sound like a naughty child. "I liked my dark hair, so it will begin to darken and thicken as it grows out. I'll have a word to Trudi who dyes her hair, as she's not a natural blonde, she's actually a redhead! Evelyn indulged her, allowing her to dye her hair blonde. Evelyn indulged her in a few things, making her a spoiled brat. That will stop!" Leesa then yawned, and told us to go home, she'd be in contact in a few days. The girls, shedding tears, but not crying, kissed and hugged their mother, then stepped back to allow me to do the same. We held hands, and as I gazed into the beautiful blue eyes of the love of my life, I whispered, "Come home soon, my love." She told me she would, asking for me and the girls to be patient. I bent and kissed her one last time, and then three sad but happy people went home to a snack and then to their beds. -= Chapter Four =- Evelyn's family arrived the next day, and after the doctors cleared her, she was whisked away, Trudi clinging to her like a lost child. Leesa was secretly amused by Evelyn's family, but played her part beautifully, the weak tired recoveree, the ecstatic mom seeing her relieved and desperate child, the grateful parent happy that she was alive, and happy that her family took charge of her offspring. So many hats for one woman! *** As the weeks progressed, the girls adjusted to having their mother back, but not living with us. There was the odd rebellious spat, but I let it go. I missed her too. I kept turning to tell her something, feeling her near, only to be disappointed when I saw she wasn't there in body. One evening, Trudi must have done something she shouldn't have, or was about to, when suddenly I heard Leesa yell angrily, "Oh, no, you will not, missy! Get away from that now!" Reg, disturbed from her book, said, "Huh! What?" Lily, sounding guilty about something, said, "But mom! I wasn't doing anything!" There was a moment's silence, then Leesa began to laugh. "Not you dear, sorry! This little she-devil thought she was being sneaky! I caught her just in time!" We had the impression of something to do with a very large red vibrator that had belonged to Evelyn, suppressed mirth from Leesa, and then she was gone. Before Lily shut the door to her mind, there was an impression of fingers, an 'oh goody!', and something that was very warm, moist, and oh so silky. *** In the meantime, Evelyn/Leesa had been interviewed by the police, and the statement she gave them backed up mine. Ralph had come to the office where she worked, and beat her up, looking for money for booze. When she didn't give him any, he further assaulted her, and knocked her unconscious, resulting in her coma. When the detective asked her if she'd placed a call to me to come to her rescue, she denied it, saying that when she was assaulted, the only person she thought of at the time was me. She knew she was in mortal danger, and could remember screaming for help, not knowing that I'd turn up when I did. She said she was surprised to see me come through the door, and could remember nothing after that, as Ralph had hit her, and she knew nothing more until she woke up in hospital. The detective had to accept that, but confided to her that he was going to have trouble writing that up, as he didn't know how he was going to explain a psychic call for help. The court case put a strain on everybody's credibility, and the defence attorney tried to get Ralph a lighter sentence by saying that he had a disease, and he had no control over his actions when under the influence of his disease. The judge found that explanation too extreme to believe, and in the end, gave Ralph Morgenson seventeen years for attempted murder. He was told that the coma that Evelyn had fallen into was by rights fatal, and it was only a miracle that she recovered with no lingering after-effects. "Being an alcoholic and a violent drunk doesn't excuse you from the consequences of your actions," the judge told him sternly. "I would give you life, if I could! Take the prisoner away!" The prisoner cried in the dock as the sentence was handed down, but they were tears of self-pity, not remorse for what he'd done. He yelled, "I'm innocent!" as they took him away. *** Then at last it was time for Leesa to put the second part of her plan into action. She'd gone back to work, and using her talents, she matched homes to prospective buyers and renters. Her portfolio grew, and so did her credibility and reputation. People would come far and wide just to get her and her alone to put them into their first home, or second, or to handle the sale or renting of their property. She was made lucrative offers by other real estate agents trying to headhunt her, negotiating a higher commission rate by threatening to leave her current employer. The lady, Jeanette, grumped and griped, but as her firm was doing so well, she had no choice but to agree. Leesa would spend time with me when she could, and we'd sit relaxed in the coffee shop, talking and reminiscing, chatting about the girls, her experiences on the other side, and before we knew it, we would have to part, hugging and kissing. It did become easier to let her go, knowing she was coming back to me, and the girls, for good. That one thought allowed me to sleep at nights. When I wistfully told her how horny I was around her, she gave me a grin, and told me my answer was at home. "Just because I'm back, doesn't mean you have to stop being intimate with the girls, you know," she said quite matter-of-factly. "You don't mind?" I asked a bit shocked and surprised. Leesa gave me a compassionate look and smiled as she said, "My darling Reg, who do you think gave them the idea in the first place? They love you. And you make them feel special when you love them physically, as well as emotionally. Now, when you go home tonight, you have some making up to do. They're feeling a bit left out, and are wondering if you don't love them anymore. I know you love me, and I love you too, but the girls are feeling neglected. Go home and put things right between you three!" *** So I did. When I got home, I showered, and did some making up, and some making out, with my two girls. They were happy as I touched and kissed them. Lily loves to have her breasts massaged and played with, Reg her ass. I know Reg wants to have anal sex, but she hadn't decided when, always putting off the decision to go through with the act. Both girls enjoyed oral sex, giving and receiving. Lily, who is the more aggressive of the two, will go down on her sister and me with the least provocation. She loves the taste of cock and pussy! Reg is more laid back. She'll only do her sister and me when the mood strikes her, and together Lily and I have to really get her horny before she'll do oral. She really gets into it, but at her own pace. We don't push her to do anything thing she doesn't want to, which she appreciates. So that night, I had two very naked and very horny girls to satisfy. We kissed, we played, and we rubbed and tickled each other. I was licking Reg who sat over my face, while Lily hungrily took my woody into her mouth. She started to experiment with deep throating, gagging a lot, but she was determined to get me down her throat. When she came up for air, I took the opportunity to ask her why she was trying that. Reg groaned in frustration, as she was near her climax, and I had been nibbling on her clit at the time. "Lacie was showing me how to do it," she said, slowly wanking my cock, which was covered with her saliva. "She told me that she'd done it with you, so I wanted to try it." She grinned ruefully, and said, "It's not as easy as she made it out to be. I have trouble relaxing my throat muscles." Then taking a deep breath, then letting it out, she went back to what she was doing. So did I, and was rewarded by Reg grinding her pussy into my mouth as she bucked and moaned in orgasm. *** Reg got off my face, and pushing her sister out of the way, held my cock as she sank down on it. Then raising herself up, she slid down again, building up a rhythm. Lily took her place over my head, facing Reg, and then they went into a clinch, kissing passionately and rubbing their breasts. I thrust up into the sweet snug pussy of my daughter, and stopped myself somehow from ejaculating into her as she climaxed on my rigid pole. Lily then took her place on my woody, tender now from supressed need, and began to ride me, faster and aggressively. Reg lay beside me, kissing me as I thrust upward into Lily's warm wet snatch. The sounds of our lovemaking, sucking and slurping, drove me toward my own climax, and holding Lily's hips, I jammed myself hard against her, and shot into her, gasping and groaning as my seed pulsed out of my cock into her gripping channel. *** Both girls were now fifteen, and dating. Lily dated more often than Reg, who picked her dates then decided if she'd have sex with them. Lily's tastes in dates were eclectic, to say the least. Male or female, she enjoyed sex with both sexes, and more than once indulged in threesomes. She didn't have any specific 'type,' she just enjoyed the experiences. Then one night when she walked into the living room where I had been watching television, she smugly handed me a SD card, and told me to have a look. I set up my laptop, and ran the photos on it. There was an opening shot of Lily reaching toward the camera, a wicked grin on her face. Then shot after shot showed her undressing, and then having sex with a beautiful long-haired slim girl. The shots were amateurish, but she'd got the whole thing in frame, and it looked like her partner hadn't realised she was being photographed. Lily knelt between my legs, and freeing my growing cock from its confines, she grinned, licked her lips, then engulfed me with her mouth. About half-way through, an older man came into the girl's room, and stripped to join the two girls on the bed. He was slim, with a slight paunch. His cock was hard, and the two girls took turns sucking his cock. Most of the action was hidden by their heads or bodies, probably because Lily didn't want them to know she was recording their lovemaking. "Dave and Elise Moon," she told me, taking her mouth off my turgid cock. "Father and daughter. They live about a mile or so away from us. He loves teenage pussy!" Lily giggled, and then went back to sucking me. As the last shot came up on the screen, it was of Elise riding her father's cock, her head back, and her mouth open, her face contorted by her climax. *** I shot into Lily's mouth, my lovely daughter swallowing my cum. Then sitting on the couch next to me, she cuddled into my side and asked me if I thought we could do a 'Daddy and Daughter Night'? "How many fathers and daughters are there in this town having sex?" I asked her, curious more than anything. "Well," she said, "at my school, there are about six. Some of them have a club going, and meet once a month. Some of the moms know, and participate, but the others don't have a clue what's going on!" "That's dangerous," I told her seriously. "We'd have to have a family meeting, and if we did have a D&D night, we'd have to be very careful." "I know, Daddy," she said. "They all love each other, but they've got a major hang-up with guilt. I just wish we could help them get over it!" "Reg, I'll meet you for coffee tomorrow," Leesa's voice in my mind said. "Lily's in danger of getting in way over her head about this. Put her off until we can talk." Before I could answer, she was gone. *** I was happy to be with Leesa again. Every time I saw her face and the smile on it as she held me, my spirits lifted immediately. We got our coffees, and sat outside where we could talk in relative privacy. I told her that I had a long talk with Lily, and she'd agreed not to enquire further into the private lives of the families who shared more than a familial love between themselves. Leesa told me that was good, and then told me she had told Trudi that we were all going to meet that Saturday, spending time by the pool in my backyard. "I've told her that we, you and I, are a couple, and she's curious to meet you properly. She's a bit iffy about meeting Lily and Reg, the girls being older than her, but I've talked to them, and they have agreed to make her welcome. We need to integrate Trudi into our family as soon as we can." Leesa sighed, the strain of our being apart telling in the way her eyes seemed full of pain. "My god, I miss you all!" She said quietly. "I hate being apart from you and our daughters, love. But, it has to happen." She took my hand, squeezed it, and smiled. "Soon, my love. Not long now!" *** That Saturday, Leesa and Trudi arrived early, and then holding me and giving me a kiss, Leesa handed Trudi a small bag, and told her that she'd picked out a new bathing suit for her, and go put it on. When Trudi and I were face to face, and the introductions made, she flushed with the memory of flashing me that day, but masked it quickly, smiling at the memory and giving my body the once-over as she stood at the door. Her red hair was growing back out, and the effect was almost tiger-like. When the girl took the bag, she gave her 'mother' a funny look, but silently took the bag, Reg showing her to her room where she could change. Trudi looked intimidated by Reg's curvy body, clad in a g-string bikini but bravely followed the older girl down the hall. Reg chatted to the little barely teen girl, and then the door was closing behind them. As Leesa and I got a drink, there was a squeak of surprise, and then giggles erupted from the bedroom. Leesa smiled, then a minute or two later, Trudi stood in the living room with us, and proudly showed off her new suit. Her body was thin and gangly, but held the promise of a beautiful young woman. Her breasts were small, and her hips had a developed curve to them. Her sweet little pussy was curved gently between her legs, and I could see pubic hair under the cloth of her bottoms. The g-string bikini was a lime green, which suited her red hair, and I noticed that her eyes were a light green colour. Trudi turned, showing us her cute little butt, which was firm-looking and I desperately wanted to place my hands on them and feel the smoothness of those wonderful little round globes. Leesa murmured into my ear, "Later, honey. Patience!" *** When Trudi saw the pool, looking so cool and inviting, she looked at Leesa, who nodded, and with a whoop, she was off and running to bomb the pool, sending water splashing everywhere, dowsing Lily who had been sunbathing beside it. Lily got up, stood there a moment with her hands on her hips, then with a yell, she did a bomb as well, followed by Reg, and then all three girls were shrieking with laughter, chasing each other around the pool. I was wearing my shorts, so running to the pool, I leapt into the air, arching over the pool, and did a respectable staple bomb. When I came up for air, the girls were laughing, and Reg and Leesa applauded my effort. Leesa joined us in the water, and for some time, we chased each other, playing a form of tag with no rules. There was a fair amount of groping going on by all the females, my butt and genitals being the favourite targets, and despite the coolness of the water I developed a hard-on. I groped back, but kept my hands away from Trudi's breasts and pussy, but giving her ass several innocent-seeming squeezes with my hands. She squealed when I did that, but was having so much fun, she let me. *** Finally, I had to call it quits, and sat on the edge of the pool, Leesa beside me, as we watched the inexhaustible energy the girls had. It took them a while to run out of puff, then getting out, they laid towels in a row, and decided to sunbathe for a while. My two girls chatted with the younger girl, who was between them, and seemed at ease with them now. They included her in their conversation, and soon, whether by design or their natural friendliness, the younger girl became their friend. A three-way discussion about make-up, boys, and feminine things kept them engrossed, forgetting the two adults chatting quietly, watching their interplay. Then Lily gave Reg a nod, and together they sat up, reached behind themselves and undid the catches of their bras, taking them off and tossing them away. Trudi went a bright red, and gaped at the older girls as their breasts drew her eyes. "What are you doing?" she gasped, her voice rising in shocked disbelief. Lily looked at her as though nothing untoward was happening, and said it was so that they wouldn't get any tan lines. Trudi shot a look at Leesa, but she pretended not to notice, her head buried in a book. "Come on, squirt," Reg said to her playfully, "your turn!" "No way!" She hotly replied. "Not in front of the adults, jeez!" Leesa looked up, locked eyes with Trudi, and putting her book down, she deliberately reached behind herself, and with Trudi looking on in total amazement, took off her bra. Placing it beside the deck chair, she lay back, picked up her book, and continued reading, the book held low, her breasts on show and her nipples hardening slightly in the breeze as it caressed her lovely chest. "Well?" Reg said to the speechless girl. "But what about HIM? she said, looking at me. "Don't worry, he's seen us naked more than once. He's our Dad, remember? You've got cute tits, I'm sure he wouldn't bust a fit if you dropped your top!" Lily turned to the confused teenie, and said gently, "Look, if your mom's taken off her top, that means she trusts him. We do, he's our Dad, and we love him to bits! Go on, do it already!" With her face flaming, Trudi had no choice but to follow suit. Her one excuse for not taking off her top had been neatly cut from out under her feet. So lying flat as to not to show any more skin than she had to, Trudi undid her bra, and with one hand shielding her boobs from my eyes, she flung her top away, to land with the others. The she lay as flat as she could, her face still flaming from embarrassment. Leesa, without looking up, said, "Now, Trudi, that wasn't so bad, was it?" *** The girls continued chatting away for a time, and Trudi got relaxed enough to go up onto her elbows, but still shielding her boobs from my eyes with her arms. Then she started a peek-a-boo game with me, surreptitiously moving one arm or the other, uncovering a boob here, giving glimpses of nipple there, teasing me with flashes of her upper body, grinning with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Without speaking out loud, Leesa, still with her head down looking at her book said, "I was wondering how long it would be before she started that!" In mind-speak, I asked my wife if she did that often? "Yes, she does, quite often. She's a little flirt, and this teasing game is starting to get me cross with her. I think it's about time we pull her up and stopped this nonsense, once and for all!" Leesa sent a request out to Lily and Reg, and with looks of glee they pounced on the little girl, picked her up screaming with surprise, and threw her into the pool. She spluttered and coughed as she came up for air, wiping the water from her eyes. "Hey! What was that for?" she demanded. The two older girls grinned at her. "I thought it was time you cooled off, young lady!" Leesa said. "What are you talking about, mom? I wasn't doing anything!" the angry girl said, starting to climb out of the pool, but then she remembered that she was topless, and stayed put, hiding her chest from us. "Give me a towel, or my top!" she demanded. Leesa was looking at her now, and she simply said, "No!" Trudi gaped at her. This wasn't the mom who could be bent by being fractious. "Now, get out of the damned pool, Trudi, you're not that virginal, or shy, for that matter!" The girl was in a rage now, and uncaring that she was nude from the waist up; she got out of the pool and stormed toward the house. "I'm going home, and you can't stop me!" she almost screamed at her mother. Just as Trudi put her hand on the door handle, Leesa said, "Shall we talk about Jimmy?" *** Trudi froze, turning her head to look at Leesa with a stricken look. "Ah. So you know what I'm talking about. Good." Pinning Trudi to the spot with a flat stare, Leesa said, "Jimmy is her cousin. She teased him mercilessly when she stayed with her family while I was in the hospital. She'd flash her panties at him every chance she got. Poor kid is only fourteen, and was a virgin, but she wound him up like a clock spring. She'd deliberately leave the bathroom door open while she was in the bath or sitting on the toilet, and when he masturbated to relieve the pressure, she'd stand at his bedroom door and laugh at him." "Then, finding that wasn't enough, she teased him sexually, treating the poor boy, who is very shy, like a toy. She gave him her virginity, but didn't tell him that. She stole his, by using him as a fuck-toy." She shook her head disgustedly. "It's a wonder the boy didn't commit suicide, the way she treated him!" Trudi hadn't moved, and tears now coursed down her cheeks. She was whimpering, and her hand was white from where it gripped the door handle. 'How?" she bawled. "How do you know that? There was only me and him there!" "You'd be surprised at what I know, little missy!" Leesa growled. Then looking at the stricken young teen, she crooked a finger at her and said, "Come here, madam!" *** Trudi turned, her eyes terror-filled and streaming tears. She was like a sleepwalker, dragging one foot then the other as she slowly made her way over to us. Reg, Lily and I were only bit players in this deadly game between mother and daughter. There was an undercurrent of danger here, we could all feel it, and it was directed squarely at the thirteen year old temptress. Trudi was hyperventilating, unable to tear her eyes from the serious, almost foreign face of her mother. "Shall we see what you haven't been doing, Trudi?" the quiet deadly voice continued. "Reg, if you'd be so kind?" My daughter scooted into the house, her breasts swaying and jiggling as she moved. Then she was back, a laptop in her hands. She opened it, switched it on, and then tapping a few keys, she faced it toward Trudi. Leesa grabbed Trudi, pulled her down to sit between her legs which were now on either side of the deck chair. She held the whimpering teeny by pinning her arms to her sides. Reg sat facing toward them, her legs on either side of the chair, still holding the laptop. Then after pushing 'Enter,' the first of the many photos I'd taken came up onto the screen in slideshow. Trudi yelped, and tried to turn her head away, but Leesa grabbed her by the jaw and made her watch as she flashed and played her game with me that day. "So this is what you weren't doing, Trudi? Hmm?" "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod!" Trudi whimpered, her secret out. "He's not going to help you, missy! It's time you faced up to the reality of the games you've been playing. That man? The old man, when you were nine, and you took your panties off? Remember him, the one at the playground? Well, it might interest you to know that he committed suicide in prison. Seems he couldn't get the image of your little pussy out of his head, and ended up raping his eight year old granddaughter!" Leesa put her mouth close to Trudi's ear, and hissed, "Is it fun now, Trudi? IS IT?" *** Trudi was bawling out loud now. Leesa let her go, and the kid crumpled in her lap, sobbing and crying, shaking like a leaf in a storm. Leesa held her gently, cuddling her and gently rocking her as the girl sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," into her breasts. Reg closed the laptop, tears in her eyes as well, and went to put it away. Sombrely, Lily sat beside Trudi, cuddling her in her arms while Leesa got me to help her up. She stretched, and I noticed there were tears in her eyes as well. "God, I hope that worked," she said in mind-speak. "I really can't go through that again!" Then she came to my arms, and sniffled into my shoulder, gripping me tightly. *** Trudi was still in shock when Leesa took her home that night. But, the flirtatious temptress was gone when we saw them next weekend. She was a normal thirteen year old, but when the girls went topless, she followed suit, and although a little nervous at first, she quickly became confident with her developing body. Her breasts were conical, with large puffy strawberry coloured nipples. They stuck straight out, and they were a delight to look at. Then when we decided one day to go naked, at first Trudi was blushing almost constantly, but she finally took off her bottoms, and tried to give the impression she always did so. Leesa's bush was darker than the hair on her head, which was going from blonde to brunette. Lily had shaved and waxed her pubic hair into a landing strip, that curled upwards like a furry cockscomb, while Reg's pubic hair was trimmed and shaved on the sides with a bikini line. Trudi's bush was a fiery red, like the hair on her head. She was a little fox, and her body was filling out in leaps and bounds now. During dinner, Leesa announced that they were staying the night. "I'll make up the spare bed," Reg said, and casually, Leesa said, "Only for Trudi. I'm not sleeping in the spare bed tonight." Everyone, including me, sat there, quite still. Trudi's eyes goggled, and darting a look at me, she suddenly dipped her head and giggled. That set us all off, and after we calmed down, we spoke of other things. Leesa and I had waited a long time for this moment, and the time dragged until it was bedtime. *** Leesa and I shared a shower, our hands gently caressing our bodies, touching all over, finding the erogenous zones, cupping and fondling our genitals. We began kissing, getting quite passionate, stopping only when Lily poked her head in the door and telling us to hurry up before the water went cold. We dried off, then naked, walked into the bedroom. We started kissing again, and as we parted to climb into bed, I was rampantly hard, and Leesa was flushed and aroused. We lay on the bed, the covers pulled down, and stroked and fondled each other. We had waited so long, so long, but we spent some time arousing each other almost to the point of no return. Then rolling away from each other, we lay there,, panting, waiting to get our breath back. Then Leesa pulled me onto her body, opened her legs, and guided my turgid shaft into her tight warm wet orifice. I slid in slowly, savouring the feel of her slick tunnel as it stretched to accommodate me. I groaned; it was sheer heaven! Leesa whimpered as I bottomed out, our pubic bones meeting, then raising myself up onto my hands, I began to plunge into her, sliding deep, then pulling out until only my cockhead was in her. I did this over and over again, building up a rhythm as Leesa lifted her hips to meet me. We made love for quite a while, each time I was close to cumming, I'd stop, making her give a small moan, and then when my heartbeat slowed down, I'd begin again, pushing my peak further and further along, until Leesa clamped her legs around my waist, and thumped her groin against mine in desperation, wanting me, needing me, to cum so that she could too. Finally, I buried myself deep into her, and with a loud groaning, I shot into her sopping cunt. The contractions made me jerk and thump against her body, her climax rippling her internal muscles around my cock. She gave a whimpering cry, and shuddered as her contractions rippled through her body. We made love twice more that night, and it was around three in the morning before we finally collapsed into each other's arms, and slept, exhausted. *** Over the next couple of months, Leesa and Trudi spent more and more time at my place, until the decision was made that she and Trudi would move in. She rented out her old place to a nice young couple, and moved all their stuff into mine. The girls had started to call her 'Mom', surprising Trudi, but Leesa just accepted that accolade, telling me she enjoyed them doing so again. We were happy, a family again, with a new daughter, and to put the icing on the cake, I proposed to Leesa, which stunned the whole household. The girls whooped and cried, hugging me until I couldn't breathe. The place was a flurry of activity; wedding plans the top priority of the day. Six months after that, we were married. I wanted a small service; over a hundred people were invited. Friends and family crowded the chapel, and Leesa looked stunning in her dress, with the girls, Lily and Reg, as bridesmaids, with Trudi as the ring-bearer. The honeymoon was a blast; we went on a cruise to Fiji. We came home tanned, but exhausted! All I can say is, we REALLY made up for lost time! *** Then about six months after that, one morning Leesa called us into the living room for a family conference. She had a serious look on her face, and when we had all sat down, she dropped a bombshell onto us. "What I'm about to tell you all is as hard for me as it will be for you all to listen to. There's something I need to tell you, and I need for you all to be strong, and please don't interrupt me until I'm finished, okay?" We all nodded, curious. "When I was in a coma, I spent some time on the other side. Call it heaven if you will, it's the same thing. But, while I was there, waiting for my body to heal, I was given a choice." Leesa was saying this for Trudi's benefit, as she had already told Reg, Lily, and I something similar. "I could stay there, and let my body die, as the damage to the skull was too severe. Or, I could have my spirit helpers heal the body on a spiritual plane, and I return when it was done." "I chose to return. But, balance is important in everything. A life for a life, you've all heard about that? Good. Well, to restore balance, I was given a certain time to spend with you all, and if I chose to stay, someone close to me had to pass over in my place." The girls were shocked. They were pale and scared, who would it be? I could see that question in their eyes almost as if they had asked it out loud. Leesa looked close to tears, and with crystal clear clarity, I knew who it was. *** "How long have I got?" I asked, my voice seemingly loud in the quiet room. The girls all cried out, "No! No, not you! Please, Dad, not you!" But I knew without knowing why, it was me all along. Everybody was crying in sorrow, me included. I was swamped with the girls, all three of them clutching onto me like small children, as if that show of affection could stop the Angel of Death from taking me. Leesa called for calm, firmly until everyone had calmed down. "It will be soon. I have been promised that it will be quick, and painless. You will not be made to suffer, my love." "I'm so sorry, Reg, my darling. Please forgive me." She looked at me with such an intense look of love; my heart was breaking to see it shining out of her eyes. Under that look of love, was a sadness, a deep, deep well of sorrow and loss. *** It wasn't long after all. Leesa and I made love every day, the joining of our bodies almost desperate. The girls became even more affectionate, and whenever I turned around at home, one or the other of the girls was there, close by. It was a beautiful sunny day when it happened. As I was going through an intersection on a green light, suddenly the car was shunted sideways, and something large and solid ploughed into my side. There was a screeching of tearing metal, and the tinkling of broken glass, and just before everything went dark, there was the sound of women screaming, Lily and Reg the loudest. *** I was standing by the side of the road, unhurt. Next to me was Leesa, but the Leesa I had known before she'd passed away. She was heavily pregnant, the bulge of her belly prominent. We were watching the rescue crews cut my lifeless body from the wreckage. "How are you?" she asked me. "Fine, I guess. What happens now?" "Well, you can pass over and have what's called your 'eternal rest', or you can reincarnate into a new body. The choice is yours." "I don't know what I want to do," I told her. "I have a suggestion, if you are interested?" Leesa looked at me, and I could tell she had something up her sleeve. "Sure, Leesa. What did you have in mind?" "My suggestion is this. You reincarnate as my child, my son. I will carry you through term, and give birth to you. But, there is something you should know first. When you are born, you won't remember this life. It will be gone from your memory." "Is that a good thing, honey? My daughters will be my sisters, and I will have you as my mother. Compared to the last one, you'd be a definite improvement!" Leesa looked at me, a twinkle in her eye. "The best part is yet to come, Reg. I will give you, when the time is right, the same choice I gave the twins. Could you handle growing up being 'special'?" "With you here to guide me, my darling, I believe I could! Yes, I think I'd like that!" *** I was floating in a warm water-filled sac. There was something thudding above me, my mother's heart. I could feel Love all around me, a mother's love, so safe and secure. "Reggie? Are you awake yet, my son?" Mother. She was calling me. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her voice inside my head. I twitched in response, and kicked out, my foot thudding against her ribcage. "Hello, my son! Listen carefully, Reggie, Momma has something to tell you! *** Thank you for reading this story. I appreciate you doing so, and reading it to the end. Maybe Reggie's story may continue, who knows? Don't forget to give me some feedback or comments! ptotrcw@gmail.com Bye for now! TW *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76