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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 17 (Mh, Hf, oral, anal)
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I could see she had been crying, and as soon as the door closed behind 
Gloria, Jenny practically threw herself around my neck, soaking my shirt 
with her tears!

"Hey!" I said, as soothingly as I could, "What's all this about?"

"I just didn't know where to go!" she sobbed, "Or who to turn to! You've 
been so nice, I just... just...!"

Another burst of crying interrupted whatever she was going to say.

I guided her to the sofa that Gloria had insisted on having along one 
wall of my office.  The ostensible reason was that it was to be an 
informal seating area for guests.  The real reason was that it provided 
a place for me to nap when business pressures cut into my sleep time!

Once I got her seated, I retrieved a bottle of water from the small 
refrigerator hidden in one of the cabinets, opened it, and let her drink.

When Jenny had calmed some, I sat beside her and asked, "What's going 
on, Jenny?  I can't help if I don't know what's bothering you."

"It's that horrid 'Cruella' Dawson!" she cried, "She came to the house 
to tell Mom that she'd been having an affair with Dad!  Now Mom wants a 
divorce!"

"She actually came to your house?!" I asked, incredulous, "I wouldn't 
have guessed that even SHE would go that far!"

The way I said it must have triggered something in the young lady's mind.

"You knew, didn't you?!" she cried.

I wanted to deny it, but I've never been a good liar, so, reluctantly, I 
replied, "Yes, Jenny, I knew."

"How long?!" she wailed, "Why didn't you tell me!"

"I've known almost since the beginning of your father's attempt to 
takeover SyncComp." I replied, "I didn't tell you because I didn't think 
it was any of my business."

"But, but...!" she stammered, "You could have at least clued me in!"

"Really?" I said, "On top of taking away your Father's company, I should 
have taken away his family, too?  I couldn't go that far, Jenny. 
Acquiring Seer was business.  Your father's love life was personal, and 
not something I felt I should be messing with."

"If it's any consolation," I continued, "my guess is that she seduced 
him, instead of the other way around.  I think your father loves your 
mother, he just got blinded by his desire to make Seer succeed. When Ms. 
Dawson came to him with the idea of Seer acquiring SyncComp, she 
probably made him sleep with her as way to keep tabs on what he was doing."

I didn't want to tell her that the reason I thought Lenny loved his wife 
was that my threat to expose his affair worked.

"But all he had to do was say 'no'!" she cried, "If he really loved my 
mother, why did he go along with her?"

"I'm not trying to make excuses for either of them, Jenny." I said, "I'm 
merely trying to show what his mind-set must have been.  I'd bet that he 
did refuse, at first, but I'd also bet that she threatened to take her 
idea to someone else, or to fight any effort he made on his own to 
takeover SyncComp, if he didn't sleep with her."

"That witch!" she exclaimed, "I'll... I'll...!"

"Shhh... Jenny." I said, "I know this is hard on you. I remember my own 
divorce a few years back.  The reasons were much more mundane - we just 
got tired of each other - but it was still hard on both of us.  I 
remember being thankful that we didn't have kids.  Look, Jenny, I can't 
interfere in your parents' affairs, but anytime you need to talk, 
please, call or come by.  This was bound to come out eventually, even if 
Luella hadn't decided to spill the beans in person.  Now your parents 
will have to decide what to do with the rest of their lives, and both 
are probably going to be a little hard to live with, okay?"

"I'll say!" she sobbed, "Dad's moved out, without even saying goodbye, 
and Mom's hitting the sauce again! Uncle Gary, what am I going to do?"

"Hard as it is, Jenny," I said, "it's not up to you to do anything. 
They have to make these decisions on their own.  You can try talking to 
them, but remember, it's their responsibility to deal with it, not 
yours.  If your efforts don't keep them together, don't go blaming 
yourself.  If you need a sanctuary or someone to talk to, our door is 
always open, okay? Felicia hangs out with us to give her mother and 
stepfather time to cement their relationship. No reason why you can't 
hang out there too!"

"Thank you, Uncle Gary!" she said, wiping her face with the tissues I 
gave her. "I'm sorry to be such a pain! I know you must be very busy 
right now!"

"No problem, Jenny." I grinned, "I could use a break from refereeing my 
VPs' territorial squabbles!"

Less than two months later, it happened.

It was a bright, and for once, cloudless summer day as I made my way 
northward on 280, coming home early for a change.  I kept the radio 
tuned to KCBS for the periodic traffic reports, but was paying little 
attention to it. When the announcement came on, I did a double-take and 
reached for the volume control.

"Local entrepreneur Leonard 'Lenny' Erikson was killed today when his 
private plane crashed into a hillside.  Also killed in the crash was 
local businesswoman Luella Dawson, former CEO of SyncComp Corporation. 
Mr. Erikson was recently divorced from his wife of twenty-two years. 
The divorce came in the aftermath of the takeover of the company Erikson 
founded, Seer Corporation, by rival Collins Industries. Observers close 
to Mr. Erikson's family say he was despondent over the loss of his 
company and the breakup of his marriage.  Witnesses to the crash said it 
looked as though the plane was flying under control and there was no 
sign of engine trouble. Federal aviation officials are investigating the 
crash."

What was Luella Dawson doing in the plane with him? Oh shit! Jenny! 
What the hell was going to become of her? According to her, her mother 
had been drinking heavily since Luella announced her affair with 
Erikson, so SHE wasn't likely to be any help!

I gave the Mercedes' V12 engine a workout that day, for the first time 
since Patricia gave me the Benz. I was thankful for the scarcity of 
Highway Patrol, because I made it home in record time! It was Friday, 
and usually on Fridays Felicia came to stay with us so her mom could 
have some quiet time with her new husband.  That usually meant Jenny 
would be with her.

Sure enough, Edgar greeted me with an even more mournful expression than 
he usually wore.

"They are in the library, sir. Miss Erikson is with them." he said, 
telling me more than his words conveyed. I don't know if that's 
something they teach in butler school, but I was grateful that he didn't 
have to spell it out.

I knocked softly before entering the library. Patricia and Felicia 
looked up from their unsuccessful efforts to comfort Jenny, who sat 
sobbing between them on the sofa.  I appreciated their choice of the 
library for this.  It was a room that simply oozed stability and 
comfort.  It was set up for casual reading or studying with plenty of 
comfortable seating balanced by a number of work desks and tables.  This 
had been Patricia and Carmen's favorite room when they were growing up 
in this house, and had become mine in the time since I moved in.

"Oh, Uncle Gary!" Jenny sobbed, "What am I gonna do!?"

I knelt in front of her and took her hand. "I won't lie to you Jenny." I 
said, sincerely, "You will hurt for a while.  How long is pretty much up 
to you.  After a time, though, things will gradually get better.  In a 
shorter time than you think, you'll be laughing again, but he'll always 
be with you.  Through the pain, and after it fades, your father's memory 
will stay with you."

"But I don't have anywhere to go!" she cried, "Mom's a lush, and doesn't 
want me around any more! She keeps sending me over here, and now that 
Dad's... gone... I just... I don't have anyone!"

"Look around you, dear," Patricia said softly, "there are three people 
in this room who care very much about you.  You shall move in tomorrow 
and stay with us as long as you like."

Jenny stared at her in wonder. "You mean it? You're not just saying that?"

"She never 'just says' anything, Jenny" I smiled gratefully at my wife, 
"If it came out of her mouth, she meant it, and I second the motion."

"But how?" she asked, "Why? After my father tried to ruin you, how can 
you be so nice to me?"

"Were you the one who tried to ruin us, dear?" Patricia asked, "I don't 
think so.  You're more a victim in all this than a villain, and since we 
are at least partly responsible for the events that led up to this sorry 
state of affairs, the least we can do is try to minimize the impact on you."

"We can't fill the void that your father's death and your mother's 
alcohol dependency leave in your heart," I added, "but we can provide 
you a safe place with people who care about you while you're dealing 
with your grief."

Jenny could not reply, as she broke down sobbing again. When she had 
cried herself to sleep, we put her in one of the guest rooms, leaving a 
small light on so she wouldn't awaken in the dark in a strange place.

Felicia stayed with her until we had her tucked in, though I ducked out 
while the ladies removed enough of her clothing to make sleeping more 
comfortable.

As we got ourselves ready for bed, Felicia knocked tentatively at our door.

"She's really a nice girl," she said, for once not being bubbly, "and I 
really appreciate what you're doing for her!"

"It's the least we can do, Felicia." Patricia said, "I think she'll be 
all right, but she needs a support system that she can't get at home 
right now, and our house is at least somewhat familiar surroundings. 
How about you? Didn't you have a date with that engineering student 
you've been all googly-eyed about?"

"I called him and apologized." she said, "He took it well.  Anyway, I'm 
not going to stress over it.  If there's one thing I've learned from you 
two, it's that I need to worry about what I have control over and let 
the rest take care of itself. If he loves me, he'll understand. If he 
doesn't, then it's best that I know that about him now."

"I'm glad you feel that way, sweetheart," I said, "and I hope your 
engineer knows how lucky he is!"

For the first time in a very long time, Missy and Atea left us alone as 
Patricia and I made sweet, unhurried love with each other.  I slept 
dreamlessly that night, with the old familiar feeling of my beautiful 
lover's soft, warm cock lodged in my rectum. In the morning, Patricia 
woke me by starting all over again. I reveled in the feeling of her 
lengthening, hardening inside me, and when she rolled me onto my 
stomach, I went willingly, giving her every access as she plundered my 
fundament!  Later, in the shower, she washed her cum from my backside 
with the enema nozzle, while suctioning my own fluids from my erection 
with her mouth!

By the time we dressed and prepared for the day, we both wore Cheshire 
Cat smiles.  We walked arm in arm down the hall to check on our guest. 
Knocking lightly, we peeked in to see how Jenny was doing, just in case 
she was still asleep.  To her mortification, she had just gotten out of 
bed, and from the top of her panties peeked what could only be the tip 
of a long, slender, erect penis!

"Get out!" she cried in panic, scrambling to cover herself "I don't want 
anyone to see me like this!"

Instead, Patricia and I continued through the door, closing it behind us.

"So that's why a pretty girl like you doesn't date." my wife said 
gently, putting her arms around the trembling girl. "You and your secret 
are safe with us, dear.  In fact, it's hard to imagine a place where you 
would be safer."

"How can I be safe with anyone!" she cried, "I'm a freak, a mutant!  Who 
would want to be with somebody that's both a boy and a girl?!"

"Well, I, for one, would." I said softly.  "In fact, I married just such 
a lucky person!"

"What do you mean?" she asked, "Your first wife? Was that why you 
divorced her?!"

"No," I replied, "my current wife.  The love of my life."

"Your..." she turned to stare at Patricia, "YOU?"

Patricia nodded, "Would you like to see?"

Jenny nodded dumbly.

My lovely wife slipped off her trousers and panties together. Her long, 
flaccid cock hung beautifully before her shapely thighs.

"Oh my god!" Jenny breathed, "I'm not the only one! All this time, I 
thought...!"

Huge sobs racked her body as she cried with relief and mourned her lot 
in life at the same time. For several long minutes, we could do nothing 
but hold her and try to comfort her.

As her sobs gradually subsided, she said, "You just don't know! I 
thought I was, like, the only one in the world like this! How do you 
LIVE with something like that? I've been so afraid to show anyone! Mom 
and Dad told me to keep it to myself! Right! Like I was going to show 
people what a freak I am? They even wanted me to have surgery to make me 
into a girl! Sometimes I wish I had!"

"I, for one," Patricia said, "am glad you didn't!  It IS a challenge 
sometimes, and there ARE people who will react badly when they discover 
this about you, but my husband is proof that there are people out there 
who can love people like us."

"But, I get these fantasies, you know?" Jenny cried, "I'm NOT just a 
girl!  I have this thing and I really want to use it, don't you?"

"I DO use it, dear!" Patricia laughed, "In fact, I used it just this 
morning, and enjoyed it very much!"

Jenny turned wide eyes to my smiling face.

"You mean, you...?" she asked.

"I enjoyed it, too!" I said.  "It's really a matter of finding someone 
who's mind isn't cluttered up with 'what ought to be'! I fell in love 
with this beautiful lady before I knew how really special she was.  When 
I found out, I was totally enraptured!"

Jenny sat speechless for a while. The bedclothes with which she had 
sought to cover herself slipped off, unnoticed by the young redhead.

I gave Patricia a look intended to convey the question, 'Should we 
invite this one into our bed?'. To my surprise, she shook her head.

We talked for a while longer, with Jenny apologetically asking some very 
personal questions about our sex lives, a few of which we politely 
declined to answer because they might have revealed someone else's 
secrets. Most, however, we were quite open about.

"Come on, dear!" Patricia said briskly, "You're among friends here!  Why 
don't you get dressed and join us for breakfast?"

Jenny looked down, noticing, for the first time, how the nipples of her 
pert little breasts poked out the front of her singlet.

"That sounds good." she said, self-consciously, "Is there, um, someplace 
where I can shower?"

"Right across the hall, dear." Patricia said, "There should be a robe in 
the closet, and I'll have Mary lend you some clothes.  I think she's 
closer to your size than Felicia is.  We'll get your things today, when 
you're ready. By the way, what did you say your mother's name is?"

"Huh?" Jenny replied, "Oh, it's, uh, Megan."

"Oh yes, Megan." Patricia mused, "Does she have brown hair?"

"Oh no!" Jenny answered, "It's red, like mine.  She's really beautiful 
when she's not drinking!"

"Right!" my wife said, "Okay, Jenny. We'll see you at breakfast. We'll 
eat in the small dining room at the far end of the sitting room."

"Okay," the little redhead said. "See you in a few!"

As we got out of earshot of Jenny's room, I could wait no longer.

"Okay, what was that all about?" I asked, "Why wouldn't you want to let 
Jenny join us in sex? I would think it would be really good for her! 
And what does it matter what color her mother's hair is?"

Before she could answer, some of the pieces fell into place and my 
pattern recognition skills kicked in.

"Wait!" I said, "You think she's maybe a love child of yours from a 
former lover?"

"Close!" she smiled, "I think she may be Carmen's daughter.  She had a 
torrid affair with a married woman in college, whose name, if I'm not 
mistaken, was Megan. A redhead, like Jenny. It ended rather badly for 
both of them, if memory serves."

"Ah!" I said, "It WOULD be a little TOO coincidental for another 
dual-sexed person who wasn't related to you to show up in our lives at 
random, wouldn't it?  Hell, this is pretty hard to believe as it is!"

Felicia emerged from the room that had become 'hers' for her frequent 
visits, and greeted us cheerily.

"Good morning!" she said, "I missed sleeping in that big ol' bed with 
you guys last night! How's Jenny?"

"As I recall, you didn't do much sleeping in that big ol' bed, sweetie! 
There's been a new development." I said, kissing her in greeting, "But I 
think we should wait until Jenny joins us to tell you, so she won't 
think we've betrayed her trust."

"A new development?" Felicia looked worried, "She's not, like, sick or 
something, is she?"

"No, dear." Patricia said, also giving her a kiss, "nothing like that. 
She's very fragile, emotionally, right now, though, and we want to be 
careful about how we deal with her for a little while.  You two go ahead 
and get started with breakfast. I need to see if I can get in touch with 
my sister."

Felicia and I chatted about school and her boyfriend, and whatever else 
came to mind as we nibbled at the food Gwen had prepared.  Patricia came 
in with her arm around Jenny, who seemed to have recovered somewhat.

"Now, we can, of course, keep this between us," she was saying, "but 
Felicia has known about my special attributes for some time, and to the 
best of my knowledge, hasn't breathed a word to anyone. Do you mind if 
we let her in on your secret?"

"I-I guess it would be okay." Jenny said glancing at Felicia, then 
quickly looking away.

"It will be, dear." Patricia said, guiding her to an empty place at the 
table.

"Hi, Jenny." Felicia greeted her, "Are you okay?  What's this about a 
secret?"

"Yeah," her friend replied, "a little overwhelmed, I guess, but okay..."

She looked at Patricia for help.

"Felicia," Patricia said, "We've discovered something this morning.  Two 
things, actually.  Jenny, you see, is like me.  She has sex organs for 
both sexes."

"You do?!" Felicia squealed, "You been holding out on me, girl!  That is 
so COOL!"

She jumped up from the table to give her surprised friend a hug.

"I sure hope you like girls!" Felicia gushed, "'Cause I WANT me some of 
THIS!"

Jenny, not quite sure what to make of her friend, just giggled.

"Hey, give her some air!" I laughed, "You two will have all the time in 
the world to get better acquainted, but how about some breakfast first. 
You said, 'two things', Patricia?"

"Yes, I just got off the phone with my sister. Thank god she had the 
satellite phone charged!" she smiled, "Samo'akane wasn't too happy about 
the timing of the call until he found out it was me. I think he was 
getting a good reaming at the time, from the sound of it!"

She turned to smile at Jenny.

"You just might be my niece, dear," she said, "and Lenny may not have 
been your biological father."

"What?!" Jenny cried, "Not my father?! How can that be?"

Patricia took her hand and said, "I know this is a lot to absorb in such 
a short time, Jenny.  I wish there was an easier way to break it to you. 
  My sister, Carmen, is also dual-sexed.  She had an affair with a 
married woman when she was in college.  We think your mother may have 
been that woman."

"But...!" Jenny started to say, then, "Oh my God! You may be right! Mom 
said some pretty hateful things to dad when she found out about him 
sleeping with that woman. I just thought she wanted to hurt him, 
especially when she something about me not being his daughter!"

She stared off into space for a long time, and we left her to her 
thoughts.  Patricia finally broke into her cogitation to remind her to eat.

"Get some food in you, young lady." she said gently, "You've had a lot 
dropped on you in the last twenty four hours and you'll need your 
strength to deal with it."

Perhaps surprisingly, Jenny ate with good appetite, though she didn't 
talk much.

The four of us piled into the Mercedes to go collect Jenny's things from 
her house.  Her mom, though a little bleary eyed, was sober and 
reasonably well groomed when we arrived.  I wasn't sure what to expect, 
especially when Jenny told her she would be staying with us for a while.

Megan, still pretty under the care lines worn into her face, and the 
ravages of too much alcohol, scrutinized Patricia and I for a long 
moment before saying anything.

"This has been a very bad time for Jennifer." she said solemnly, "I'm 
afraid I haven't been much help. It's very kind of you to take her in 
like this."

She paused, staring at Patricia.

"You're Patricia Travis, aren't you?" she asked, "Formerly Patricia 
Collins?  Do you have a sister named Carmen?"

Jenny was watching the interchange intently.

"Mom?" she asked, "I've really got to know.  Was Carmen, you know, like 
me? Was she my real father?"

Megan burst into tears before she could answer, and it took several 
minutes for her to calm enough for a reply.

Finally, she said, "What have I done to you, baby?  Maybe I should have 
gone with Carmen when she asked.  I was young and foolish!  I thought 
the money your fath... Lenny was making was more important! I didn't 
find out until years later that Carmen could have provided for us as 
well as Lenny did, and SHE, at least, would have loved us! Lenny... 
Lenny, I guess, loved us in his own way, but he never knew how to show 
it. H-he was unable to father children, Jenny.  He knew it, and he knew 
he wasn't your real father."

"You mean... All this time?" Jenny said, "He KNEW I wasn't his daughter? 
  Is that why he spent so much time at work?"

Megan shook her head, "No, dear, he would have done that even if you 
WERE his. Work was his life.  He thought of it as providing for us, but 
he never realized how much we missed having him around!  No, sweetie, in 
his own way, he loved you as if you were his own daughter.  He just 
loved his work more. I guess, after all that, it was unfair of me to ask 
for a divorce when that Luella person told me about their affair.  It 
was just... I mean, how do you accept the knowledge that even your 
relationship is currency in your husband's business dealings?!"

There was silence for a long moment, nobody quite knowing what to say. 
Finally, Megan spoke up again.

"I - I have a confession to make, Jenny." she said softly, "I thought 
Mrs. Travis was Carmen's sister, and that she was like you.  Carmen told 
me about her sister when we were together. When you told me about how 
nice they were to you, well, I hoped they would provide a safer, more 
understanding environment for you than we've been able to.  That's why I 
encouraged you to keep seeing them.  I don't want to lose you, baby, but 
there are some things you need that I can't provide, even with all of 
Lenny's money!"

"We have no intention of taking your daughter from you, Ms. Erikson." 
Patricia said softly, "But we will provide a safe haven for her.  A 
place where she is accepted and loved for who she is.  If that's still 
not enough, there is another place we know of where people like Jenny 
and I are almost worshipped.  That's where Carmen lives, now, and she's 
very happy."

"She is?" Megan smiled wistfully, "I'm so happy for her.  She was always 
so fragile, emotionally. I was afraid that she would do something 
drastic when I told her I was going to stay with my husband."

Megan took her daughter's hands and said, "Jennifer, you are so like 
Carmen in that way.  So many things have hit you so hard in such a short 
time! You are old enough to make your own decisions.  I hope you will 
finish college, but whatever you do, I think it's good that you move in 
with Mr. and Mrs. Travis for a while.  I will be signing myself into 
rehab on Monday, and won't be available for a few weeks, anyway."

She turned back to us, saying, "You'll take good care of her, won't you?"

"Of course, Megan." Patricia replied, "By the way, I called Carmen this 
morning when I found out about Jenny.  She'll be arriving tomorrow 
night.  Would you like to see her before you go into rehab?"

"She's coming here?" Megan seemed suddenly much more frail, "I-I don't 
know! Does she want to see me, after I rejected her?"

"I can't speak for my sister, Megan." Patricia said, "But from the way 
she talked about you, I believe she remembers her time with you with 
fondness.  If you like, when she arrives, I'll ask her if she would like 
to see you, and if she does, we'll swing by here on the way back from 
the airport."

We collected Jenny's stuff in silence and loaded it into the car.  As we 
said our goodbyes, Megan embraced her daughter.

"You know I love you, sweetheart!" she said, holding Jenny tightly, 
"You've been the best thing in my life, and I guess I've let you down..."

"No, mom." Jenny answered, "You and dad just weren't prepared to raise a 
child like me.  You've done well enough, but now it's time for me to 
learn how to be the person I was born to be.  I love you, too, mom. 
Always remember that!"

We had just gotten Jenny settled into one of the guest rooms and 
Patricia and I were taking a rare moment to play with the twins when 
they didn't need changing or feeding, only to be interrupted by Felicia.

"Uncle Gary, Aunt Patricia?" This diffident young lady was NOT the 
Felicia we knew, and we stopped what we were doing to listen, "Um, I 
know that Jenny's kind of off limits because she's related to you, but, 
well, she's never had sex before, and... Well, um, I mean, if you could 
like, do something for her like you did for me, well..."

"Don't you think it's a little early to be thinking about that, 
Felicia?" I asked. "Her father, or the man she's always known as her 
father, just died.  She might want a little time to grieve before we 
start screwing her brains out."

"It's kind of like there are these two major forces tearing her apart, 
Uncle Gary." Felicia said, "I mean, she's gone her whole life - well, 
since puberty, anyway - thinking she'd never dare have sex with anyone. 
  She misses her dad, but, it's like she's got this, this compulsion to 
find out what sex is about! I'm no shrink, but I think she needs to do 
this and get it out of the way."

"Why don't you get one of the strap-ons and do it yourself, dear?" 
Patricia asked, "You clearly like her, and I think she likes you, too."

"I thought about that, Aunt Patricia," the dark-haired girl replied, 
"but the first time shouldn't be plastic, you know?"

"Yes," Patricia replied, "I see your point.  Well, the only thing to be 
done is for Gary to initiate her. He's related to her only by marriage, 
so there's no chance of inbreeding."

They both looked at me as I shook my head slowly.

"I feel for Jenny, Felicia," I said, "I really do.  But I won't break my 
rule about having sex with someone else without Patricia."

"Don't be silly, Gary!" Patricia laughed, "If Jenny will consent, I'll 
be there.  That's the rule right? I don't have to participate, as long 
as I'm there?  Maybe Felicia and I can find something fun to do while 
you show young Jenny the joys of having a stiff cock inside her."

What could I say?  I simply nodded.

"Will you see if Jenny agrees to those conditions, Felicia?" Patricia asked.

"She does!" Jenny said, appearing in the doorway, flushed.

"I take it you've heard what we were talking about?" I asked.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping," Jenny said, "but I wasn't sure that was 
something I could, like, ask of you! Felicia told me it would be okay, 
but, you know, you don't just ask somebody to take your cherry! 
Especially if he's, like, married!"

"In this house," I laughed, "you can pretty much ask anybody anything. 
You may not get the answer you want, but no one will think less of you 
for asking!"

It wasn't until later that evening, after the kids were asleep, that we 
slipped into Jenny's room.  She and Felicia were already naked and 
petting heavily.  For a moment, Patricia and I just stood and watched, 
admiring the youthful lust that built between them, their fresh young 
bodies moving together gracefully, but with a hint of awkward uncertainty.

Eventually, Felicia noticed us standing there.

"There you are! I was wondering if you'd changed your minds!" she exclaimed.

Jenny reflexively tried to cover herself.

"Relax, Jenny," I said softly, "we're all friends here.  We love the way 
you look with or without your clothes!"

"Uh, sorry!" she said.

I started to tell that no apology was needed, but figured it would be 
better to let it drop.  Instead, I held out my hand to Felicia to help 
her off the bed.

"I believe you're in my place, young lady!" I said as she took my hand 
and climbed off the bed.

"Not your place for long, Uncle Gary," she giggled, "if she's still got 
any energy left when you're done with her, I want to give her cock a ride!"

I smiled, but took my place next to Jenny on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this now, Jenny?" I asked, "We've got all 
the time in the world, you know."

"I'm sure, Uncle Gary." she said, looking at me solemnly, "I'm not sure 
I can explain why. I mean, everything's so jumbled up in my head right 
now.  I just feel like, if I don't do this, now that I've got the 
chance, I'll just die or something! I hope that doesn't make me a slut 
or something! It's just the way I feel!"

"I'm no psychiatrist, Jenny," I replied, "but I'm pretty sure it would 
be hard for anyone to say what's 'normal' for a person in your position. 
  I doubt that it's come up more than once or twice in all of human 
history.  Since we don't know how you should be acting, let's go with 
what you feel, and take it as it comes, okay?"

"Yeah, that was kinda my plan..." she grinned.

"Why don't you tell me about your sexual experience, so far, Jenny." I 
said, "That way I won't be starting from any erroneous assumptions."

"Well, um, not much really." she replied, not looking at me, "A lot of 
kissing. I've let boys feel my tits and have given head a few times, but 
that's about it."

"Is your hymen still intact?" I asked.

"Yes." she nodded her head, "I've been tempted to use a dildo or 
something, but I always hoped I'd find just the right guy, who would be 
sweet and gentle, and make love to me like a girl instead of a freak."

"Okay." I said, gently caressing her back, "Is there anything else I 
should know, before we begin?"

"Not really." she shook her red hair, "I almost let my roommate make 
love to me when I was living in the dorm, but I wimped out at the last 
minute. She was never very nice to me after that."

"Okay." I said, "One thing, though. I'm not going to make love to you 
the way a boy makes love to a girl. You're more than a girl, so I'm 
going to love all of you, okay?"

She nodded, staring deeply into my eyes, as if to see if I really meant 
it.  It seemed the right opening, so I leaned in and molded my lips to 
hers, feeling them melt under my kiss.  Her delicate pink tongue greeted 
mine as it slipped between her perfect white teeth.  Jenny's body arched 
to meet me as I slipped a large hand around her slender waist and pulled 
her up close.  Her fragile arms went around my neck and she surrendered 
to my kiss!

Reluctantly, I disengaged from the kiss and nibbled my way down her 
long, frail neck, pausing to suckle on a tender morsel of tender, 
freckled flesh from time to time.

Her tiny pink nipples stood hard and erect by the time my mouth found 
its way to the centerpiece of one small breast, and Jenny gasped as I 
took it between my lips, then clamped gently on it with my teeth! My 
right hand found its way to her crotch, and spreading her pre-cum over 
the head of her dick, gently stroked the diamond-hard shaft.  My left 
hand cupped her other breast, kneading gently and tweaking the hard 
little nipple occasionally.

Jenny's body, independent of her mind, was fucking my palm as she held 
my head to her chest and moaned her lust in my ear!  I switched back and 
forth between her breasts, teasing, nibbling, occasionally sucking one 
entire orb into my mouth, and Jenny was screeching with passion by the 
time I made my way southward!

I paused in the center of her taut little belly to tongue her navel and 
bauble piercing its upper rim.  Her hips ratcheted rapidly back and 
forth, and I had to relinquish my grip on her slender, slippery cock, 
lest she cum too soon!

I wanted to make it last, but this young lady was so excited that I 
figured I'd better take some of the pressure off.

"I'm going to make you cum, now Jenny," I said, "but this is just to 
relieve some of that tension that been building over the years, so you 
can relax and enjoy the rest, okay?"

Jenny nodded, and I hoped that meant she understood.  I wasn't sure if 
she was even all there!

Her cock, almost as long as my dear wife's, but about half as thick, 
slid easily down my throat as my middle finger probed partway into her 
virgin pussy.  Jenny screamed at the unexpected sensation and almost 
came right then, but I stopped moving and held her hips down with my 
free hand.  When she had calmed a little, I took my finger out of her 
tight, wet, pussy, and gently insinuated it into her little pink 
rosebud.  Her anal ring cringed and clamped down, preventing any further 
incursion.  I waited, not pushing, until she relaxed a bit, then began 
rhythmically, gently pushing at her anus.  My mouth and tongue worked at 
her cock, and each little push made a little more progress.  Finally, 
the tip of my finger breached the inner defense, and, ever so slowly, I 
pushed it inward.  Each time her anus clamped down, I paused, then 
continued when it relaxed.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "That feels SO wierd!"

"My crystal ball says," I replied, releasing her cock briefly, "that, in 
the not too distant future, you're going to be putting your cock in 
someone's ass.  When that happens, it will be better for your partner if 
you at least have an idea what it feels like, and how to make it easier 
for them!"

"If you say so!" she cried, humping at my finger, "Now can we get back 
to what we were doing?!"

She pushed my head toward her twitching dick for emphasis.

I allowed her to control the movement of my mouth on her cock while I 
added a second finger to her tiny ass and began sawing them slowly in 
and out!  It wasn't long before Jenny held my head down with both hands 
and forcefully jammed her cock into my face!  Her sphincter muscles 
almost broke my fingers off as she blasted a lifetime's hoarded supply 
of cum down my throat, wailing like a banshee!

I held her in my mouth until she had settled down, trying not to move on 
her oversensitive glans.  Jenny's pole never lost a whit of its 
stiffness! When the time was right, I started langorously massaging her 
plum with lips and tongue, while resuming my motion in her behind. 
Soon, her little pussy was leaking slimy fluid all over the bedclothes.

I raised myself from the young lady's body, admiring her diminutive 
figure as I gently raised her ankles and placed them on my shoulders.

"Ready, baby?" I almost whispered, my steel-hard saber fencing with her 
slender rapier as I shuffled into position.

"I've been ready for years!" Jenny replied hoarsely, "Please...?"

My plum looked far too big for the tiny pink opening, but Jenny seemed 
not to care!  As soon as my cockhead nestled into the dampness beneath 
her hard cock, she pushed upward, trying to bury it within her!  The 
angle was wrong, and I slipped free.

"Easy, sweetie!" I said softly, "I know you're impatient, but let me do 
the work, okay?  I've been taught how to do this by an expert, and I 
want to make it really good for you!"

I winked at Patricia when I said 'expert' and caught Felicia's grin. 
 From the position they were in, I guessed they were about to re-enact 
Felicia's deflowering.

It didn't take quite as much effort to get into young Jenny as I feared 
it might, but getting my plum to her hymen without plunging too far was 
an exercise in both muscle control and willpower!  The tight walls of 
her unused vaginal passage, despite the generosity of her lubrication, 
would hold me in their grip, then suddenly release!  I would push until 
I felt the slip begin, then I'd have to stop quickly to keep from going 
too far - something my dick really didn't want me to do!

Finally, though, I could feel the membrane pressed against the end of my 
cock.

"Quick or slow, Jenny?" I asked, "You're about to lose your cherry, once 
and for all. Do you want to savor it and let it tear slowly, or get it 
over with, so it won't hurt so long?"

"Oh shit!" she gasped, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but, God help 
me, I want you to take as long as you can! I want to enjoy every second 
of it!"

"If you're sure..." I said.

"I-I'm not sure, Uncle Gary," she said, "but this weird rush went 
through me when you talked about savoring it...!"

"Okay, baby." I told her, "If it gets to be too much, pull or push on my 
hips, and I'll do whatever your hands are telling me."

The trembling redhead nodded impatiently and started tugging on my hips. 
  Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed inward.  At first, the membrane only 
stretched, then, something began to give.  Jenny gasped and her eyes 
rolled back in her head, but she kept pulling at me, just a little.

Like Atea's head when it first pushed its way out of Patricia's womb, my 
cock moved agonizingly slowly through that fleshy barrier. Jenny's body 
began responding to every little tear, every fresh indication that she 
was becoming a woman! They started slowly, the spasms, and built with 
each new incursion of my cock, each fraction of an inch of virgin 
womanhood plundered! I had never heard of anyone cumming while her hymen 
tore, but there's a first time for everything! When my cockhead finally 
nudged the hard little bump of her cervix, Jenny was lost in her own 
little world!

When she had said she was going to savor the loss of her cherry, I never 
dreamed it would be that good for her!  Instead of resting when I hit 
bottom, however, her hands became more insistent, tugging fiercely at my 
hips, urging me inward, even as the pain of stretching built to what 
must have been an even higher level than the tearing of her maidenhead! 
  Jenny absorbed every sensation visited upon her body by the male 
invasion within it, tasted it, and reveled in its flavor!  Her orgasms 
continued to build, reaching a peak when my pubic hair finally mingled 
with hers!

She held me there, swiveling her hips, burrowing my rampant manhood 
deeper into her flesh, carving out a home for it within her!

Suddenly, she was back, her eyes burning into mine, a tinge of madness 
showing around them as she ordered: "Fuck me! FUCK ME! Hard damn it! 
FUCK ME HARD!"

I hoped she had stretched enough, because my cock joined its pleas with 
hers, and with my own madness burning up from my loins, I followed orders!

I withdrew until the ridge at the back of my glans caught against her 
pubic bone, then, with every ounce of strength in my body, flashed 
inward, slamming my pelvis against Jenny's and forcing from her yet 
another tremendous explosion! Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard 
that it was several seconds before I could withdraw for another stroke!

Gradually, I built up speed, and incredibly, Jenny's lust grew with 
every stroke! I thought I had self-control, but this wild thing was 
going to drag my cum from within me very quickly!

That thought brought up another, more sobering one. I doubted that she 
was on the pill, and I sure as hell wasn't wearing a condom! I tried to 
withdraw but Jenny's legs held me tight.

"Jenny!" I said, trying to get her attention through the haze of her 
passion, "let me pull out sweetie, or you'll get pregnant!"

"NO!" she cried fiercely, "You HAVE to cum inside me!"

"This isn't the best time to be making decisions like that, baby!" I 
said, "You'll have to deal with it for the rest of your life."

"AAAAAGGGH!" she cried in frustration, thrusting her hand between us to 
fairly rip my cock from her pussy.

The conversation had brought me back from the edge somewhat, and I 
thought I was going to be left high and dry.  To my shock and amazement, 
Jenny, instead, placed my cock at the opening of her ass and began 
pushing herself onto it!

Eyes closed once again, she lost herself in yet another new sensation - 
that of having a large pole shoved up her tiny ass!

She gave a cry, and paused briefly when my glans popped through, but 
soon continued, pulling me inward with her legs.

Soft cries and moans issued from her mouth at each new intrusion, each 
new obstacle overcome.  When, finally, my pelvis against her soft 
buttocks stopped my invasion, Jenny's eyes flew open, once again burning 
into mine!

"You can't make me pregnant NOW!" she rasped, "So quit screwing around 
and FUCK ME!"

What could I do?  It was three to nothing (Jenny, my cock, and me), in 
favor of doing as she ordered, so fuck her, I did!

With long, deep strokes, I probed the lower reaches of the young lady's 
bowels, feeling things shift and move out of the way to make room for my 
shaft! Jenny once again rocketed off into space, unknowing and uncaring 
about me, except as the source of her sensual awakening! I was not 
gentle, and she didn't care! Her tender ass rose to meet each stroke and 
I could feel her building toward a final cataclysm!  My own lust quickly 
built once more toward a peak, riding the crest of Jenny's wave of 
passion, and with a final, deep, grinding, plunge, my cannon seemed to 
cock itself before blasting its load deep in the little red haired 
girl's body!

Jenny, feeling the pulsing of my cock, and, perhaps, the superheated 
flood of my discharge, screamed at the top of her lungs, nearly crushing 
me with the embrace of her legs as she bucked and spasmed beneath me, 
filling what little space there was between us with her own copious 
discharge!

I lay for long moments, unable to move, barely able to keep my weight 
from crushing my diminutive partner, struggling to catch my breath. I 
looked at Patricia, where she sat in a chair, to catch the waning 
movements of her cock in Felicia's eager ass as the young girl sat on 
her lap!

"Look!" I whispered to Jenny.

"Oh my God!" she panted, "Now that we've got this out of the way, I 
can't wait to put my cock to use! That looks SO sexy!"

I raised myself and Jenny turned back to me as I slowly withdrew from 
her bottom.

"I guess I got a little crazy there." she said, softly, "I hope I 
didn't, you know, scare you or something!"

I smiled back and put a finger over her lips.

"That's pretty flattering to a guy when a girl goes crazy over his 
love-making!" I replied, "Although I think much of it was just the 
newness of the experience and the level of anticipation you had built up 
over the years."

"Well, I don't have anything to compare with," she said, "but I've got a 
feeling it's going to be hard to top this!  Thank you, Uncle Gary! 
You've made my first time VERY special!"

Raising her head, Jenny kissed me tenderly. As our lips parted, I 
noticed that Jenny was laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It just occurred to me..." she replied, "All this time, I've been 
calling you 'Uncle Gary', never knowing that you really ARE my uncle!"

I joined her in laughter, and started to make some reply, but never got 
the chance...

"Okay, my turn!" Felicia interrupted, "I saw her first, you know!"

"Fine with me," I laughed, "I don't think this old body can handle 
another session like that tonight!"

Jenny giggled as I disentangled myself from her.

Thankfully, the twins slept through the night, that night, giving 
Patricia and I the chance to do the same.

I don't know if Felicia and Jenny got any sleep that night.  In the 
morning, they emerged, both looking bleary-eyed and well-fucked! Ah, to 
be young again!

"Hey, Felicia!" I kidded over breakfast, "Jenny's just starting to get 
some use out of that love-stick of hers. I hope you haven't worn it out 
already!"

"It's a little sore this morning, Uncle Gary," Jenny laughed, "but I 
think it's got a few rounds left in it!"

It apparently did. After breakfast, Felicia showed Jenny the playroom, 
and they didn't reappear for a couple of hours, both wearing smiles and 
a few red stripes on their bodies.

We showed Jenny around the rest of the place and introduced her to the 
staff that she hadn't met.  We saved Mary for last.  When we explained 
her role, Jenny's eyes got big and round!

"You mean she'll do anything you tell her to?" I couldn't tell if she 
was having trouble with the concept or if she couldn't believe the 
situation.

"Anything." I replied and Patricia nodded.

"Would you like for her to suck your cock?" Patricia asked. "If you 
like, she'll drop to her knees right here and give you one of the best 
blowjobs you'll ever experience."

"Maybe later," Jenny giggled, "I think I need a little rest from Felicia 
first.  Will she do anything I tell her to do?"

"Only if we command her to do so." Patricia replied, "She is our slave, 
but will be yours temporarily if we tell her to."

"Holy...!" Jenny's hand went involuntarily to her crotch, "I WOULD like 
to try her out sometime, if you don't mind, but not today!"

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