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Love Unexpected part 4:

Ghosts of Fort Niagara

By Invid Fan
(C)2011

(MF cons rom het poly safe oral)

****

   Violet walked along the bookshelves, running her hands along the
spines. She loved the feel of a book, the size and shape of it. Sure,
you could get everything electronically, have the entire contents of
this room in your phone or pad, but... maybe the twelve year old was just
old fashioned. Or she was turning out like her parents.

   Yuck.

   Smiling, Violet turned and walked to the other side of the room. The
house her Daddy had designed for the growing family had a huge library,
with books divided in various ways. Not just by subject, but by
popularity. Each person, adult or child, could put a book in their own
special section as well as keep a couple in their room. You could read
someone's special book, and in fact that was encouraged, but it had to
go back where you found it. 

   Today, Violet was going to look at her Dad's books.

   As the oldest of the seven children, although just by six months,
she was the most advanced in her reading. Cindy was close behind, but
as she was now in Sixth Grade, Violet was more interested in "adult"
books. Oh, not the stuff with sex in them, although her parents had
never kept that kind of stuff from her. Her own lack of interest had
been enough of a filter. No, she was just moving on to the same type of
stories her parents liked. Maybe. It was time to see if she actually
liked reading them.

   She ran her light chocolate colored hand along the shelf, looking at
the options. Large hard covers, comic books, paperbacks... so many
choices. Which were his favorites of his favorites? Maybe the ones that
looked the most read?

   On a middle shelf, there was a row of old, thick paperbacks. Many by
the same author, Feist, with fantasy sounding names. They looked
battered and well read. A good place to start. Violet reached and
pulled the first book out, looking at the cover. It was dark blue, with
a picture of a teen boy and a wizard, and given the title, "Magician:
Apprentice", she could guess the relationship. She turned it over,
reading the description, then flipped through it.

   In the middle, was a book mark.

   A photo. Of a naked woman, lying on a couch, reading this very same
book.

   Violet's eyes widened. She pulled the picture out, looking at it
closely. It wasn't of one of her moms. She had seen naked pictures of
her moms, or at least of two of them, as Mommy Taylor had painted them
at various times, as well as just seeing them in various states of
undress. Things were somewhat casual in that regard. The woman in the
photo was very curvy, like Mommy Anita, but lacked the dark skin that
Violet shared with her birth mother. She was also tall, like Mommy
Rachel, and had glasses like her, but had curly red hair falling to her
shoulders instead of being blond. 

   Who WAS this? A mystery mommy? Did her MOMS know Dad had a picture
like this in his books?

   And if not... should she tattle?

   She walked out of the library with the book, and wandered down the
hall towards her bedroom. She had to think.

****

   Taylor was singing as she cooked.

   She loved cooking. She loved doing things for others. Especially...
her family. 

   Her family... still, after over a decade of marriage, just that word
gave her goosebumps. Taylor had so many people to love, and who loved
her. Loved her unconditionally. Understood, accepted, and cherished all
her faults and quirks. What more could any woman, any human, want?

   Well, there was a part of her that wanted still more babies.
Smiling, Taylor acknowledged that she was the happiest when she was
pregnant, with a huge belly jutting out her short, thin frame. The four
of them had decided, though, that four had been enough. Not enough
children, mind you, but given practical and financial limits it had
been decided that with Anita unable to have more and Taylor popping out
four of her own, any more children would come from Rachel. She had
given them a daughter so far, bringing the total to seven, and was
pregnant again. That was OK with Taylor. What few regrets she had were
wiped out by the love of her children and wives. And husband.

   She looked up at the clock. Fred and Anita should be home soon. They
had taken the boys out to the park to sled, and said they'd be home by
dinner. They'd better be. It looked like the snow was really starting
to come down out there. Plus, she'd pulled out Fred's grandmother's
pierogi recipe and spent the day making them from scratch. That was a
lot of work that shouldn't go to waste. Luckily, she had the two older
girls to help. Speaking of which...

   "Violet! Cindy! Get in here!"

   She heard the scrambling from around the house, and in a minute her
two daughters came running in from either side of the kitchen. Cindy
made it first. Her skinny beanpole of a body slid to a stop next to the
refrigerator, a grin on her face. Already the almost twelve year old
was as tall as her mother, having inherited height genes from Fred's
side of the family it seemed. Yet in most other ways she was her
mother's daughter. Girly to the point of parody, she wore her long
brown hair in a braid down past her waist and dressed in pink and white
whenever possible. Today's selection was a pink skirt and white blouse.

   Next in was Violet, the only one of the children not fathered by
Fred but loved by all. She was Anita's mirror, Mayan in blood and just
starting to show the curves that would soon make boys quake in her
presence. Personality wise though she had seemed to take after Fred
more than the others, perhaps absorbing it by osmosis, was an avid
reader and would listen to Fred tell tales of history and adventure
whenever she cornered him. Not that he ever shirked from such. Her
dress tended towards jeans and t-shirts, today's being a black
Bubblegum Crisis one that hid breasts just starting to take shape. She
was holding a blue paperback in her hand.

   "Cindy," Taylor ordered the giggling girl, "set the table. Violet,
cut those onions up for the pierogi's." Cindy walked over to the
cabinet and began grabbing plates, while Violet hesitated. Her mother
looked at her questioningly, the girl also matching her height already.

   "Mom... can I ask you something?"

   "Certainly. Can you do it while you chop onions?" Violet nodded and
put the book down away from the cutting board, then grabbed the knife
and began chopping. "What is it?" Taylor asked, grabbing the giant wok
she planned on using. It wasn't Polish, but was great for large batches
of the potato and cheese filled dough pockets.

   "Um... did Dad have a wife before you?"

   Taylor would have dropped the pan if it wasn't already on the stove.
As it was it clattered off the gas burner, and Cindy looked up startled
from the table she'd been setting. Taylor just looked at her oldest in
shocked confusion.

   "Why do you ask THAT, honey?"

   Violet went over and picked up the book again, and handed it to her
mother. Taylor recognized it instantly, and seeing the edge of the
photo sticking out her eyes teared up a bit and she looked up at her
daughter.

   "Oh, honey... your Dad hasn't told you about her yet, has he?"

   Violet shook her head, and Cindy slowly walked over entranced by
this new mystery. Taylor pulled the photo out of the book, and Cindy
gasped.

   "Who is she, Mom?"

   "In a way... she's the one who made this family possible." She looked
up at them. "Tonight, after the kids are in bed, we'll see if your Dad
wants to talk. It's his story."

****

   They sat in the living room, snow silently falling on the other side
of the large windows. The four youngest were in bed, if not asleep, and
the rest of the family surrounded Fred as the fireplace in the corner
sent out its comforting light and heat. He was sitting in the middle of
the couch, photo in hand, just staring at it. Rachel, belly round with
their eighth child, sat on his right, hands on his shoulder, eyes
darting between her husband's face and the mystery picture. Anita sat
on his left, one hand caressing his leg, the other around Taylor who
sat next to her. On the floor in front of them sat Violet, Cindy, and
Freddy. His sisters had filled Freddy in, and as the eleven year old
sat between them he looked up at his father with wonder. How many moms
did he HAVE?

   Fred looked up, eyes traveling between his three oldest, then he
looked first at Rachel then his other two wives. He felt the love
surrounding him... and that finally made his mind up. He looked back at
the photo, and sighed.

   "I haven't seen this picture in years. I... had forgotten I had left
it there. It was in the book when I first met Mommy Taylor, and maybe I
kept it there as a good luck charm. It seems to have worked," he added,
looking around and smiling. The kids giggled at that, and his wives
leaned in for quick kisses which also brought embarrassed giggles from
the kids. They were use to all the kissing, though. Fred looked down at
the kids. "Your mommies know about this woman. I've joked for years
that she's the one who brought us all together. However... I've never
told anyone her story before. It's a sad one, although we were happy
most of the time. You three are old enough to hear it, and more
importantly understand it, and maybe I'm ready to tell it." His gaze
again fell to the picture. "I still miss you, Lisa."

****

   Fred loved Forts.

   Forts were fun. Forts were fantastic. Forts were... forty. Wait, that
wasn't right... What was right, though, was Fred was walking up to the
gates of Old Fort Niagara.

   He stopped with his feet just on the drawbridge, and looked up.
Before him was the stone gate house. Through that, the courtyard, the
Castle, the "underground" batteries... he had been to this place so many
times in his life he knew it by heart. So many memories were of his
family driving up to the park for a picnic lunch and wandering around
the battlements. How would it feel, now that his family was gone?

   People were passing by him, so reluctantly Fred moved his feet and
walked under the steel gate, through the short tunnel, and into the
courtyard.

   People and tents filled the yard, which laughingly Fred realized
would have changed his feelings regardless of the events of the past
month. Encampments, hundreds of re-enactors descending on the fort for
a weekend, were new. It created a sort of renaissance fair atmosphere,
except with guns and more accurate clothing. Noting the Native American
warrior walking by dressing in just a small loin cloth, it also had a
bit more for the ladies obviously...

   Fred wandered around, taking it in. After a year of dealing with
Mom's chemo, Dad's drinking and decline, all fit in among his teaching
workload... seeing all this activity and knowing it had absolutely
nothing to do with him was wonderful. He could let it wash around him,
safe in the knowledge he could just walk away any time.

   A secret part of him wished he could have done that with his parents.

   He came up to the "French Castle", a large two story rectangular
stone building with a third story attic. An attic which Fred considered
one of the funniest things his Dad had told him as a kid. He had to go
up there again.

   There wasn't exactly a line, but more a steady stream of people
entering the Castle, and Fred joined them. The main doors were closed
so they filed in through the end of the building, wandering past one
long wooden bed where the common soldiers would sleep. Kids were
looking at that in wonder. Fred entered the central area, with the
stair cases going up, and saw a couple elementary aged kids looking at
the stone well. There was also a redheaded woman there, probably a
mother, who wasn't exactly fat but on the curvy side. Fred's eyes slid
back to the kids, and chuckling he went over.

   "See the severed head down there?" he asked. The two boys and a girl
looked up at him, startled. The blond pigtailed girl's eyes widened.

   "H-head?"

   "Oh, my mistake. It would be the headless body down there. You
know," he said, looking at the three of them, "from the headless
ghost."

   The oldest boy, wearing a Sabres shirt and hat, looked down into the
well.

   "There's a BODY down there?!? No way!"

   "That's what the legend says," Fred replied, having their full
attention. The redhead, who he now saw had glasses and a rather cute
face, was also listening attentively along with others nearby. Fred
looked down at the kids and lowered his voice a bit as if telling a
great secret. "The story goes two soldiers were fighting for the love
of a beautiful native girl, and they fought just outside this building.
The one KILLED the other, and cut his head off! He tossed the head in
the river, and the body down the well! And..." his voice lowered even
more, "... sometimes at night, if you are wandering around the darkened
fort, you can see his headless body looking... for his head!"

   "Cool!"

   "Awesome!"

   "Let's look for his head!"

   The oldest boy, now having a quest, dashed off into one of the
rooms, and the other two quickly followed. Fred smiled. Who said
history had to be boring?

   It was a bit crowded down here, so Fred turned and ambled up the
stairs to the second floor. He entered one of the large stone rooms,
obviously an officer's quarters, and walked around a bit examining
things. The park had picked up some better items to fill the rooms
with, his memory seemed to be telling him. He was looking at the
fireplace when there was a female voice behind him.

   "See any extra heads in here?"

   He straightened and turned. It was the woman from the well. Fred
wasn't used to being stalked like this, and that thought caused him to
laugh. Of course he wasn't being stalked! He did, though, give her a
closer look. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, compared to his
thirty, wearing a blue Mickey Mouse t-shirt that was a bit oversized
but tight where it counted. She had dark red shorts on that showed off
shapely legs, and red hair that was all curl and flowed down to her
shoulders. Fred cocked his head at her.

   "No heads. Or tails for that matter."

   "That was a nice tale you told," she said, walking further into the
room. An Asian family entered behind her, and as Fred moved over to the
window he could hear them chatting happily in what he assumed was one
of the Chinese dialects. The woman moved up near him, but not close
enough to be considered unusual. Or stalk-ish.

   The family moved into the next room, and Fred followed as did the
woman. He looked at a writing desk, and its contents.

   "I'm always fascinated by the things that are the same," he said to
the stranger who he could feel behind him. "People tend to find the
same solutions to problems, regardless of the point in history."

   "I just like old things," she said, putting her hand on the wooden
desk. Part of Fred cringed. Yes, in this particular instance they
probably expected that, but a lifetime of training by his father (a
history teacher like he was) had instilled a profound respect for
artifacts from the past. You just... didn't touch things.

   The thought of his father darkened his mood a bit, and Fred's
sarcastic nature came out.

   "So, is that why you're following me?"

   He turned to face her, his expression questioning, and saw her face
turn a bit red. She suddenly looked unsure, and regretting his words
Fred shook his head.

   "Sorry, shouldn't have said that. Not really having a good day."
Taking a chance, he held out his hand. "I'm Fred."

   "Lisa." She stepped forward and took his hand. Hers was soft, and
the nails unpainted. Another group of people entered from the door
behind her, and Lisa stepped forward even closer to Fred. He stood his
ground and raised an eyebrow at her, enjoying her suddenly flustered
expression. Fred noted that she was just a couple inches shorter than
his six feet, and before things got out of hand he took a half step
back and smiled at her.

   "Have you been to the fort before?" he asked, changing the subject.

   "No," she said, getting herself under control. Fred recognized the
signs, and realized she was as unused to meeting strangers like this as
he was. Fred just had the advantage of not being the one putting
themselves out there for possible ridicule and hurt. His expression
softened, and he chuckled.

   "Ah, so you haven't seen the joke yet!"

   "Joke?"

   "One of my favorites. Let's go upstairs."

   He motioned for her to come with him, a self mocking sweep of the
arm. She raised her own eyebrow, and smiling walked out of the room
with him. Fred led the way up the stone steps, and in moments they
found themselves in a large open room stretching the length of the
building. The roof came to a peak over them, slanting down to the
floor. All four sides had multiple dormers with windows, with nine
running down the front and the back of the room. And, pointing out
almost every window... a cannon.

   "Wha?!" Lisa's eyes widened as she looked around. There were others
up here, walking around, and some kids were playing with the guns. Fred
led her to one of the cannons and put a hand on it. Cannons, you could
touch with impunity. 

   "The local Indian tribe, when the French came here, said, �You can
build a trading post, but NO FORT.' The French said, �Oh, sure, no
fort! No problem!' So, what did they do? They built a huge building
with VERY thick stone walls... and put twenty cannons on the top floor
behind normal looking windows."

   Lisa burst out laughing, and Fred grinned at her. She had a
beautiful laugh.

   "Like I said, this is one of my favorite historical jokes."

   "It is good," she agreed, wiping her eyes. Fred thought he saw her
other hand start to move towards him, then pull back almost before it
started. He began to feel... happy. A special kind of happiness he hadn't
had in a while. Taking his second chance of the day, he moved a bit
closer to her and stretched his right hand out a bit towards her.

   "Would you like to see the rest of the fort with me, Lisa?"

   Reaching out, she touched his fingers.

   "I'd like that, Fred."

****

   Lisa was twenty five, and worked at a bank south of Buffalo. She had
an apartment close to her parents house, liked science fiction and bad
boy bands, and had come up to the fort with some women from work but
had wandered off. Their pointless gossip had gotten to be a bit much.

   The two of them walked out of the Castle and explored. They climbed
the guard towers, looking out over Lake Ontario, walked the walls, and
in general looked at the people as much as the fort. The crowd was as
diverse as Fort Niagara itself, which in its history had been under
three nation's flags. This led to four different sets of re-enactors
wandering around: British, French, American, and American Indian. All
the fighting between them so far was confined to organized battles with
blanks, so far as Fred could tell.

   They came to a doorway leading to stone steps into the ground, and
Fred used this as an excuse to take Lisa's hand as they headed down. A
group of boys came running up the stairs, yelling, forcing the two of
them to hug the wall.

   "This place was always much quieter when I came with my parents,"
Fred commented to Lisa grinning. 

   "Which do you like better?"

   Fred paused at the bottom of the steps, thinking. It was dark down
there, especially after the bright clear sky above. Lisa kept her eyes
on his face, her own twinkling in amusement. Finally, he looked at her
and shrugged.

   "Both. I'd hate for it always be like this, as it's easier to think
and imagine in the silence, but... yeah, both." He led her farther into
the room, and Lisa suddenly noticed the row of cannons pointed out the
stone windows. It looked like.... they were pointed at a hill that also
had cannons pointing out of it!

   "What the...?"

   Fred grinned.

   "Great, isn't it? They built these two cannon batteries at basically
ground level sticking out from the fort, then encased them in stone and
let grass cover them. They provide a killer crossfire that would murder
anyone who gets this close to the walls." They walked down the line,
the only light coming through the openings in front of the cannons. At
the far end Fred suddenly started barking orders, and Lisa grinning
went through the motions of firing the cannon. Two young sisters who
were down there also rushed to load their cannon, and by the time Fred
was ready to give the order to fire five cannons were loaded by
laughing tourists.

   "Fire!"

   Everyone yelled, "BOOM!", and let out a great cheer. The little
girls rushed to reload, wanting to do it over and over again as
children are wont to, but Fred took Lisa's hand and took them back up
the steps into the sun.

   They had just started down the wall, shielding their eyes from the
sun as they adjusted to the brightness, when Lisa's phone went off.
Sighing, she pulled it out and checked.

   "Gee, it took them long enough to notice I was gone." She started to
send back a text. Fred looked at her, and making it a rare day indeed
decided to take a third risk.

   "Lisa, did you drive up here or did you ride with them?"

   She looked up, startled, and... hopeful.

   "They picked me up at home. Why?"

   "Well..." Fred rubbed the back of his neck. He was never good at this
kind of thing, but obviously neither was she so in a way that helped
him cancel out that part of his problem. "I was wondering if you'd like
to do dinner after we get done here. I can drive you home... or, at least
drop you off in a field somewhere if you're worried about me knowing
where you live." Lisa's face colored a bit, and she chuckled.

   "I'd like that." She stopped texting, and dialed, looking Fred in
the eye as she began talking.

   "Hey, Jenny. Oh, just doing stuff. Um, look, some strange guy has
picked me up and we'll be having hot sweaty monkey sex for a few hours
so I won't need a ride back. Wanna join us? No? OK. Well, see you
Monday." She hung up, grinning at the look on Fred's face. "This way
she'll assume I bumped into my parents here or something." The grin on
her face faltered a bit. "Um... what?"

   "How did you know that's what we'd be doing?"

   Her face colored even more, and she dropped her head. Her eyes came
up in a moment, though, and Fred could see her smiling with them.

   "I'm psychic?"

****

   The door to his house had barely closed when the two of them were in
each other's arms. Both of Lisa's hands went up to his head, running
through his short brown hair as she brought his lips down to hers.
Fred's right hand planted itself on the swell of her hips, while the
other went up and ran through her soft red curls. They're bodies
pressed against each other in the entryway, and both heard the other
moan. Lisa's lips and tongue were soft and playful, and Fred just lost
himself in the moment. His hand on its own accord slid up her side,
over her hip, up the waist under her shirt, and soon found itself
cupping a bra covered breast. Lisa broke the kiss, and with their noses
touching looked him in the eye. He could feel both their hearts
beating, a hundred times a second. 

   "I..." She licked her lips.

   "...me too."

   Fred's hands went down to her waist, and grabbing the bottom of her
shirt slowly raised it up. She raised her arms, and soon Mickey was on
the floor in a heap. Her white bra held in her largish breasts. Lisa
wanted to cover herself, at the same time she wanted him to see all of
her, so to keep her hands busy she first took her glasses off and put
them on a stand near the door, then slowly lifted his shirt up. His
chest came into view, not exactly trim, and sparsely covered with dark
hair. As Fred's arms were freed from the shirt he reached around and
undid her bra. Peeling the straps off of her shoulders, Lisa blushed as
he looked down at her exposed mounds. Unsupported, they drooped down
slightly, and one of his hands quickly came to the rescue and brought
the left one up. He lightly felt it's weight, and let a thumb brush
across the nipple. Her breath caught, and hands shaking she reached
down and undid his jeans. His hands mimicked hers, and in a moment both
stood nude before each other.

   Fred suddenly smiled, and looked Lisa in the eyes.

   "I'm sorry, laughter at a time like this can be taken the wrong way,
but I'm suddenly reminded of the only interesting thing our 8th grade
Health teacher ever said." Lisa gave him a quizzical look, one hand
reaching out and running up and down his hard shaft. Fred looked down,
then up again still grinning. "She said, �Never wait until you're
girlfriend is naked in front of you to ask, "Do I really want to have
sex?"'" 

   Lisa broke into laugher, her hand squeezing his cock, and Fred moved
closer and hugged her. His hands caressed her back, and ample ass, as
she laughed into his shoulder. Her hands also began exploring more, and
when her head came up her lips made a beeline for his. They stood like
that, a few feet from the front door, for a few moments, then Fred
stepped away. Taking her hand, he led Lisa into the bedroom.

****

   Her mouth lightly played with his cock. Lisa held the tip in her
mouth, using her tongue to caress the bottom of the head. Fred let his
head fall back onto the pillow and groaned. Looking back down at her at
the foot of the bed, he had never seen anything more erotic. Her red
curls framing her face, her lips moving up and down, then over, his
shaft. He moved a hand to the side of her face, caressing a soft cheek.

   "I'm not going to last long... oh, god, you're incredible!"

   She smiled, an incredible sight in itself given he was still in her
mouth at the time. She lifted off, giving the head a quick swirl, then
looked into his eyes and soul.

   "Where do you want to cum? Do you want me..." She took him fully into
her mouth again, then slowly pulled off with her tongue doing something
amazing along the bottom as she moved up, and then off. "... to drink
it?"

   His eyes widened. Fred had only ever had one girl who enjoyed that,
a one weekend stand in college. His groan was enough of an answer, and
taking him back into her mouth Lisa began sucking on him harder and
faster. His hand guided her head, and in a few minutes both hands were
there as he gave her the warning. Her mouth moved up to just hold in
the tip, and with a cry Fred felt him releasing into her. Lisa groaned,
her hands clutching his thighs, and he could see her swallowing with
each pulse as her tongue continued to flick at the source of her meal.
Finally, he stopped shooting, and Lisa took her mouth off of him. She
gave the head one final lick, then moved up the bed to lay next to him.
Fred turned, and kissed her with all the passion he had. He could taste
a little of himself, but didn't care. Never had he felt that good, had
any woman affect him this way. 

   Pulling back his head, he looked at her face while a hand ran over
her body. What he saw there...

   "Lisa... you doing anything next weekend?"

   She broke into laughter, and smiling Fred leaned over to kiss that
grinning face all over. This wasn't a one afternoon stand.

****

   "You're serious, aren't you?"

   "I'm always serious when there's a penis in me!"

   "Well, THAT'S your problem!"

   Fred thrust into Lisa faster, feeling her legs wrap around his waist
tighter. If she could still speak, he wasn't doing a good enough job.
Looking down at her face, he once again marveled at how beautiful she
looked. Especially with her red hair spread haphazardly over his
sheets, and her breasts jiggling in time to his thrusts. Smiling, he
risked taking one hand off its mission of supporting his weight and
used it to grab one of those breasts. Leaning down, he took it into his
mouth and gently bit. Lisa cried out and he could feel her contract
around him. Both her hands went to his head, and as he continued to
softly nibble she began breathlessly chanting.

   "Yes, yes, oh, yes..."

   Fred suddenly felt his own release coming, and thrusting into her
even faster he briefly released her breast to give her warning. She
replied by pulling his mouth up to hers, and as their lips touched he
could feel his seed flowing into her. He stopped thrusting and her legs
tightened even more, both completely focused on the feeling of his
release. Finally, Lisa relaxed her legs and Fred raised his head and
looked into her beautiful green eyes as her hand came up and caressed
his cheek.

   "You really want me to meet your parents?"

****

   They were lying in bed, her body half on his, enjoying not just the
afterglow but life in general. Lisa's hand was playing with the hairs
on his chest, while Fred ran a finger up and down her spine.

   "It's going to be your first Thanksgiving alone, Fred. You should be
with people."

   "But I was looking forward to trying a frozen turkey pot pie!" Her
response was to grab some of his short hairs and pull, to which he
responded by giving her backside a pinch.

   "Ouch!"

   "You started it!"

   Lisa pulled back, giving him a serious look.

   "Don't you want to meet Mom and Dad?"

   He sighed.

   "I have to admit, I was never all that keen on my own family
gatherings, so going to someone else's..."

   "It'll just be us four. Please?"

   She pouted at him. Fred was always a sucker for a sexy pout. Plus,
he knew he'd be going to this in the end anyway. No sense putting it
off any more and risk pissing her off.

   "OK, I'll do it." She leaned down and kissed him soundly, hand going
down to fondle his still soft cock. "Hmm," Fred moaned into her mouth,
"does your dad know what his little girl likes doing?"

   She pulled back and her eyes narrowed, hand taking a firm grip on
his manhood.

   "You get out of line, you die."

   "But then you couldn't do it anymore! I think we have a stalemate!"

****

   Lisa's parents lived in an old, post-World War Two house in the
first ring of Buffalo suburbs. It was narrow and tall, with back and
front porches, and painted a yellow that had to have been kept only
because that's what's always been on the house. Fred parked his Ford
hatchback in the street, and looked around the neighborhood. It was a
nice place, although you could tell it had seen some hard times. It
probably had been decimated when the steel plant closed in the 70's,
but the houses were in good repair and he saw kids playing in a few
yards. He had grown up on a street filled with houses but with a
backyard that ended in a field with woods beyond that. They had joked
that it was the last street before civilization ended, and that had
been wonderful. Nothing better than having all that nature to explore
in addition to tons of kids to play with. This, however, would have
been fine too. A different kind of wilderness to explore.

   Walking up to the front door, he smiled at the Buffalo Bills flag
hanging off the porch. It was probably a law that every third or fourth
house had to have either a Bills or Sabres item on display. Buffalo
Bandits Lacrosse banners were good too, and anyone with a Buffalo
Braves flag got bonus points.

   He rang the doorbell, and it was opened a few moments later by a
woman about five and a half feet tall, greying red hair, and a plump
body. She had a warm smile, though, and her eyes sparkled as she looked
him over.

   "You must be Fred! Lisa has told us all about you! Come in!" As she
stepped aside to let him enter, Fred mused that just once it would be
fun to show up for a meeting like this and have the parent go, "What
the! She never even said you existed!"

   "I'm Mary," Lisa's mom said, leading the way into the living room,
"and this is Lisa's father Bill." The balding man stood up from his
recliner and walked over to give Fred's hand a good shake. He was a bit
taller than his wife, and almost but not quite as plump. He looked Fred
over with a practiced eyes, then motioned to the couch. 

   "Come, have a seat. You like football?"

   Ah, so the testing had begun. Fred looked at the screen.

   "I wasn't even sure Detroit still had a team."

   "Ha!" Bill liked that one, obviously. He offered Fred a beer, which
was politely refused, then started in on a well rehearsed spiel about
what was wrong with the Bills that year. Fred only half paid attention.
Part of him was suddenly flooded with memories of watching games with
his mother. She had been the big football fan in the house, screaming
at the TV and yelling at refs. During the glory days of the Bills,
she'd plop down in front of whatever game was on, ask Fred who they
wanted to win to help Buffalo in the standings, and then proceed to
cheer that team on with all she had.

   Fred quickly tried to suppress those feelings. This wasn't the time
or place. Instead, he looked around the house. It was nicely decorated.
There were a few touches that indicated an Irish heritage, as if the
red hair wasn't enough of a clue. There were also the occasional
picture of Jesus or a Pope. In fact... more than the occasional one. Hmm...

   "So, what do you do?"

   Fred turned his attention back Lisa's Dad. Looking at him, most
likely a bad joke like "as little as possible!" would go over well
here. But, no. 

   "I teach in Akron."

   Bill sat up in his chair.

   "Akron? Isn't that where Dirk the Destroyer taught?" Fred smiled to
himself. Should have known he'd be a wrestling fan.

   "Yup, although he was retired by the time I got there. My mom was a
substitute teacher, though, and often worked there when he was around."
Lisa came into the room at that point, with a glass of Pepsi for Fred.
He took it as she sat down next to him, and looking back at Bill went
on. "Mom would often tell of how Japanese reporters would fly in to
interview The Destroyer, and since the gag was he was never seen
without his mask he'd put it on and teach like that all day. So, the
reporters would enter the classroom and see this big masked guy
teaching kids!"

   "Ha!" Bill slapped his knee. "Gonna have to tell Ben that one!
Always liked The Destroyer. Not like these modern guys. He had class."
He took another sip of his beer, saw Detroit fumble the ball, and
started in on Football again. Fred felt Lisa's hand slip into his. So
far, so good.

****

   It was about four when they sat down to dinner. They had gone all
out: Turkey, dressing, corn, potatoes, beans... Fred wondered if, as
often happened when they visited his Polish Grandmother, he'd be loaded
down with leftovers to take home because, naturally, they'd never be
able to finish all this themselves! Something seemed to happen to women
once they got above a certain age that caused them to try and ship food
off on visitors.

   "So, Fred," Bill said, looking at him across the table, "would you
say grace?"

   There was silence for a moment, and Lisa's expression looked a bit
shocked. She so wanted to tell her Father not to go there, but... it was
too late. She looked at Fred. For a brief second Fred contemplated
trying to remember one of the prayers from meals past, but
unfortunately the one he knew best was from his Mom's Baptist side and
even that he didn't think he could get right. He looked over at his
host.

   "It wouldn't be right to take your place in this."

   Bill just looked at him, taking stock of that answer, then he
lowered his head and started. Fred bowed and closed his eyes. He didn't
repeat the Amen at the end, and when he raised his head saw Mary now
giving him a suspicious look. They started passing the food around.

   "So, Fred," Bill asked, pouring gravy over much of his plate, "Do
you have family here?"

   "Not at the moment," he replied, swallowing. "Most of what's left is
in Genesee County or out around Auburn."

   "Hmm... Lisa said your parents were Polish?"

   Fred cast a glance at Lisa, and she didn't meet his eyes. He didn't
blame her, she had probably done the best she could to get them ready.
However, she hadn't warned HIM. Fred would do what he could, but... he
could tell this wasn't going to end well.

   "My Dad's side is a hundred percent Polish. My Great-Grandma came
over illegally as a little girl. The story is they kept mailing the
visa back until they brought the entire village over." Mary laughed a
bit at that, but it was a nervous laugh. Bill just took another fork
full of turkey and kept looking at him. "Mom came from
English/Scottish/Whatever farm stock. They've been around the area
since before the Revolution."

   "Interesting... so, were you raised Catholic?"

   "Dad!"

   Lisa finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Her face was red with
embarrassment. She had rarely liked someone enough to bring them home
like this, and to have them treated like...! Her mother reached a hand
over and gripped Lisa's bare arm, gently but firmly.

   "Honey..." Lisa bit her bottom lip. Fred's anger was starting to rise,
but he gave her father a sincere smile.

   "I was baptized Catholic, but raised Protestant. Mostly in a
Clarence Presbyterian church."

   "And now?"

   "That doesn't matter Dad. Does it, Mom?" 

   "No, no, let me answer, Lisa." Fred looked across at her. "They're
testing me, and I'm testing them. Best to get everything out of the way
in the beginning." He looked up at Bill. "I'm mostly a godless heathen
now, although there are times I swing towards godless infidel."

   Silence.

   More silence.

   Fred turned his attention back to his plate and began eating. He
heard the others do the same. Dinner conversation was over.

****

   Lisa pulled him aside into a spare room when they got up from
dinner. She was incredibly upset.

   "I'm sorry, Fred! It's never come up before! I..."

   "Shh, it's OK." He hugged her, running his hands up and down her
back. "It happens. There was a guy in the anime club I was in that was
disowned when his mother found out he was dating a Catholic. After that
he figured there was no point telling her the girl was Black as well."

   "It's just stupid!"

   "No, it's not. They're just protecting their little girl." Lisa
raised her eyes to him.

   "I am NOT a little girl."

   "I don't think telling them that tonight is going to help matters.
Look, I'll go out there, thank your mom for a wonderful meal, and head
home. We can worry about this later."

   "But..."

   "Later."

   They walked out, and saw both her parents talking by the kitchen
door. The conversation stopped when they saw the couple. Fred walked
over to them.

   "Mr. and Mrs. Letty, thank you for a wonderful meal. I haven't had
better. But, I think I should be going." He held out his hand, and Bill
shook it. It was a firm, nay hard, grip. He nodded, but said nothing.
Fred turned and held out his hand to Mary, and she hesitantly shook it.

   "We're glad you could make it."

   "It's been the best Thanksgiving I've had all year."

****

   "They don't want you coming over for Christmas."

   Fred and Lisa were laying nude on the couch. She was lying in front
of him, pressing back against him, as his hands fondled her breasts as
they watched TV. 

   "I kind of expected that." He tweaked a nipple, and she responded by
gently moving her soft butt against his slowly rising cock. The room
was dark apart from the glow of the TV screen, and outside the window
snow was falling. 

   "They don't want me SEEING you." There was a sniffle in her voice,
as if there was a good cry in the near future.

   "We could tell them I always blindfold you when we fuck."

   Lisa laughed, her whole body shaking.

   "I'm serious, Fred! This is bad! I want them to like you!"

   "We have time, Lisa. The longer we're together, the more they'll get
use to the idea. So long as they just hate me and not you, we'll be
fine."

   She captured his hands in hers.

   "Are you sure?"

   "No. But... I am sure I love you."

   Her hands tightened on his. 

   "You... love me?"

   "With all my heart... and if that's not enough, I can find someone
else's heart to use as well."

   Lisa turned her body to face him, careful not to fall off the couch
onto the cold floor. She was crying now. Her hands went to his face,
caressing it. Their noses touched.

   "I've loved you since that first day, and it's grown every time I
see you." She kissed him, a simple, closed mouth touching of the lips,
which conveyed more love than the most passionate sex. She pulled back,
looking into his eyes.

   "So, what do we do?"

   Fred sent a hand running through her red hair. He always thought
best when caressing her.

   "I had been, mind you, HAD been, thinking of asking you to move in
with me." Her breath caught, and eyes widened. "I'm not sure now if
that would be good. Well, it would be good for us, but I don't want to
come between you and your parents."

   "Too late." Lisa gave a bitter laugh.

   "Yes, but there's a difference between them figuring we're doing
what we're doing and living in sin. We have to work on them first."

   "You could convert..."

   Lisa suddenly saw Fred's expression harden. She swallowed, and
seeing her reaction his eyes softened. 

   "Oh, Lisa... I would never ask a woman to change that much just to be
with me, and I would hope that anyone who loved me would love me as I
am."

   "I'm sorry! I do love you, I love you just as you are!" She kissed
him again, over and over, and soon their conversation was forgotten.
Fred turned onto his back, and Lisa feeling he was now hard tried to
sit up and get him inside her. Their movements didn't exactly match up,
though, and suddenly Lisa found herself without a grip on anything and
falling. Fred tried to grab her, but only succeeded in being pulled of
the couch himself. Lisa hit the carpet with a bang, and Fred fell half
on top of her.

   Lisa's first reaction was a loud, "Ouch!", followed by hysterical
laughter. Fred, head resting on her breasts, joined her. They kept
laughing seemingly forever, seeming to calm down again only to start up
again when they looked at each other. Finally, Fred moved himself
between her legs and pulled himself up so they were face to face. He
had softened a bit, but it was now coming back as he rubbed against her
wet opening. Lisa's laughter turned to gasps, and she opened her eyes
and looked up at him.

   "We haven't done it on the floor yet, have we?" He slid a hand back
over one of her legs as she raised it up, and she sent a hand down his
back to grasp his ass.

   "Oh," she replied in a husky voice, "is this where godless heathens
do it?"

   "We do it everywhere..."

****

   Fourth period was not one of Fred's favorites.

   Oh, most of the seventh graders were fine. Eager to learn, or at
least willing, It was February with no real big vacations coming up to
distract them, so he had their attention for the most part.

   But, that was part of the problem.

   Fourth period had Sue in it.

   As occasionally happened, this thirteen year old, new to the whole
puberty thing, had decided she had a crush on him. She tried to get his
attention as much as possible, wrote little notes on her tests, and
tried to tell him things with her eyes. On the plus side, she studied
like crazy and knew about the War of 1812 almost as well as he did. On
the minus side...

   It wasn't that there was temptation on his end. There wasn't. Not
only was he not interested in young girls, no matter how adult she
tried to dress and look, but he was a one woman type of guy and Lisa
had him well satisfied. They'd past the six month mark together and
were as happy as can be. No, the minus came from perhaps the best
advice his father ever gave him.

   You can't be friends with students.

   Oh, you can like them. You can be friendly with them. But... the line
must be drawn there. You can NOT be their friend. Not now. Any friendly
gesture, comment, or god forbid touch, had the chance to be
misinterpreted. Not just by parents or his superiors, although that was
always a risk in this era of pedophile mania. No, but by the child
themselves. And, maybe yourself. If Fred in any way was nicer to this
girl than he was to any other student, she would take it as
confirmation that he returned her affection. 

   That would lead to an escalation that would either leave her
devastatingly rejected, or worse, him truly having non-sexual affection
for a young woman who wants, out of ignorance, to try out her body. One
of his father's friends had gone down this path, and the results had
been devastating for all involved. It never got to the stage of "rape",
luckily, and managed to stay out of the media. But, his career was
over.

   No, if Fred ever wanted to have a happy kid hug him he'd have to
have his own.

   Fred was asking if anyone knew about which battle had a hit song
written about it, trying to ignore Sue's hand, when there was a knock
at the classroom door. Looking over, he saw it was Cathy from the
office.

   "Excuse me a moment, if you wouldn't mind. You can talk
telepathically while you wait." This got some giggles as Fred walked
over and opened the door.

   "Yes?"

   "Um, Fred, there's a call for you in the office."

   He raised an eyebrow.

   "From anyone I know?"

   "She said her name was... Mary Letty?"

   He felt a coldness go through him. Fred stepped out into the hallway.

   "Can you watch the class?" She nodded, and stepped inside. Fred
quickly walked down the hall. His room was near the office, probably
why they hadn't bothered to use the intercom. He would have had to wait
for someone to come cover for him regardless. About a minute later he
was picking up the secretary's phone.

   "Fred here."

   "Oh, Fred... um, it's Mary, Lisa's mother. I wasn't sure if I should
bother you, especially at work, but..."

   "It's fine. What happened."

   "Lisa's OK, but we're in the hospital. She had a blood clot in her
leg."

   "Blood clot?" What the hell? Fred knew about blood clots. Knew about
them all too well. His mother, during her chemo, had been in and out of
the hospital with them, constantly on blood thinners or thickeners or
whatever else was needed to counteract the last thing they had given
her. Why would a healthy twenty five year old be getting them?

   "Yes. I just got her checked into a room at ECMC. She didn't want to
worry you, but... I thought I should call you." She sounded... actually
concerned about him. Maybe that birthday card had done the trick.

   "Thank you so much, Mary. Lisa just knows I hate hospitals, after
the past couple years. She'll be OK?"

   "Oh, yes. They just need to get some blood thinners into her then
observe her for a couple days."

   "OK. Can you give me the room number?" He wrote it down. "Thank you
so much."

   "You're welcome. I... I know how much she cares about you."

   "The feeling is mutual. Goodbye."

   Fred hung up, thought a moment, then looked over at the secretary.

   "Do you have the number of a Buffalo Florist handy?"

****

   "Knock knock"

   Fred walked into the hospital room. It was a double, but the second
bed was empty. Lisa sat up in the bed by the window in happy shock. Her
mother, sitting next to the bed, wasn't quite as happy but gave a
slight smile and a nod.

   "Fred! Thank you for the flowers!" He had called to have a basket
delivered, and it apparently arrived. Lisa had put it on the table
between her and her mother, which he found amusing. No symbolism there,
surely.

   "Glad you like them. I also have this for you." Fred pulled a small
blue teddy bear out of a bag, and handed it to Lisa. The twenty six
year old redhead grabbed it and gave the bear a great big hug, looking
like a big breasted twelve year old in the process. She looked up at
him, her eyes moist, and as he leaned in she met Fred half way with a
tender kiss. Not bothering to look at Mary, he straightened and gave
his love a stern look.

   "OK, what have you done this time?"

   Holding the bear in her lap, Lisa gave a disgusted sigh.

   "It's the stupid birth control pills. Blood clots are one of the
rare but fun side effects."

   Fred's eyes widened at that.

   "You're kidding."

   "Nope." She lay back down and let her head fall back onto the
pillow. "They said if I change pills it should be fine, so that's the
plan."

   Fred looked around for another chair, and pulled it up next to the
bed. He noticed Mary not looking at all happy about the talk of birth
control. He wasn't sure if this was with regard to Catholic theology or
just the thought of him and Lisa doing things. Probably both.

   "There are other options," he said, although being male he had never
bothered to study up on much beyond rubbers. She shook her head.

   "No, it'll be fine. It was just a fluke."

   Fred looked at her... and shrugged.

   "OK. Whatever you want. So... what are you going to name the bear?"

****

   Lisa walked out of the bathroom, and Fred for the millionth time
admired her as he lay on the bed. Her red hair, cascading over her
shoulder, those green eyes behind the round lenses of her glasses, her
wonderful large pillowy breasts, the red triangle of hair pointing the
way to her womanhood...

   "I don't mind using a condom for a week or two," Fred said as she
approached the foot of the bed. Lisa shook her head, and stood looking
down at him.

   "No... I don't want to feel anything between us. Not with you." She
started climbing onto the mattress, then over him. "I can use the
sponge till the new stuff kicks in." Looking down into his eyes, she
lowered herself onto him...

****

   *FLASH*

   "What the hell?"

   Lisa lowered the book and looked up. Seeing Fred with the camera,
she scowled.

   "What are you doing?!?"

   "Taking a picture of you in your native habitat," he smirked.

   "You mean naked on the couch!"

   "That's what I said!"

   "Gimme that camera!"

   *FLASH*

   "Make me!"

   Her face getting a crafty look on it, she lunged for him...

****

   They walked hand in hand, over the deck of the warship. The wind
coming off Lake Erie was cold, but the sun was warm that spring day as
they enjoyed the waterfront. Fred stopped them as they got to an
anti-aircraft gun, and they looked back over the other ships at the
Naval Park. 

   "I wonder how many ships have a four leaf clover painted on them,"
Lisa wondered, looking at the U.S.S. The Sullivans.

   "I wonder if you needed red hair to serve on it," Fred said,
fingering her locks which were blowing in the wind. A thought came to
him, and he cocked his head at her. "You took the first week of July
off, right?" She looked at him.

   "Of course. I figured we could do something once school was out.
If," she added, raising an eyebrow, "you actually want to spend time
with little old me."

   He put an arm around her and moved in for a quick kiss.

   "Always." 

   "So then?"

   "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to do some camping."

   "Camping?!?"

   "Yeah. We can rent a canoe and go into the woods to be alone for a
week."

   She pulled her head back, just staring.

   "You're shitting me."

   "Nope. Imagine. Just the two of us, under the stars, making love as
the gods intended..." He was slowly caressing a breast as he said this,
looking into her eyes. Lisa looked back, and slowly licked her lips.

   "You may have to convince me..."

****

   Fred picked up the phone on the second ring.

   "Hello."

   "Fred..." The voice was almost whispering, and there was such sadness
behind it dread filled him immediately. "It's Mary. Lisa... she's dead."

   Silence.

   "W... what?"

   "Lisa's dead." Her voice was hollow. Or maybe Fred's soul was now.

   "Ho... how."

   "I took her to a Doctor's appointment because she thought she had
another blood clot. They didn't find anything, so sent us home. She....
she... fell over dead when we entered the house!"

   He was numb. Tears flowed off his face, but he didn't notice. No.
Not again. This wasn't real...

   "... they said she didn't suffer, that it was instantaneous..."
   "Thank you, Mrs Letty, for telling me. I... goodbye."

   He hung up, and just looked at the phone. She was gone. His love was
gone. His legs left him, and dropping to his knees he began crying like
a baby.

****

   It was a sunny June day. Somewhere south of the city was a funeral
for his beloved, but Fred found himself walking up towards the gates of
Fort Niagara. Let the family have their grief, let them mourn without
his interruption. He bid them no ill will, there was no reason to upset
them. No reason to remind them that it was her sleeping with him that
had killed her...

   He mentally shook his head. No. He could think those dark thoughts
later. Today...

   The fort wasn't crowded. Just a few families wandering the walls and
buildings. Fred made a circuit of the interior, almost as if he was
putting off his goal. There was no hurry, now. For anything. But... time
still passes, and walking still takes you places even if your mind
stays were it is. Before he knew it, he was before The Castle. He
entered the open, heavy front doors, and found himself before the
covered well.

   Fred looked at it. He pictured Lisa there, in a Mickey Mouse shirt
and shorts, a cute stranger listening to him tell a story. He could
almost see her, looking up at him. Smiling. Ignoring the tears, he
walked up to the stone circle and reached into his pocket. His hand
came out holding a short stemmed red rose. A park guide standing nearby
gave him a quizzical look.

   "I first met a friend here," Fred said, not looking at her. "I'm
just saying goodbye in case her spirit wanders this way." Putting the
rose on the well rim, he turned and walked out into the sun.

****

   Fred's family was silent as his tale came to an end. He could feel
his wives next to him, feel the press of their bodies and the touch of
their hands, hear the tears. His own mind was totally focused on the
photo in his hand, and on his lovely Lisa. 

   He felt a hand on his knee, and looked up.

   Violet was kneeling before him, looking up with tear filled eyes.

   "What is it, honey?"

   She tried to speak, then got it out on the second try.

   "Could we call her Mommy Lisa?"

   Fred's eyes widened, and before his oldest knew it he had pulled her
into his lap for a huge hug. She hugged back. Daddy needed lots of
hugs. She felt him petting her hair, as he had done to her since time
began.

   "I'd like that, my little muffin."

   Soon his two eleven year olds Cindy and Freddy were in on the hug,
and once Rachel, Taylor and Anita joined in it just became a mass of
bodies. Fred was being crushed.

   "Enough!" He growled, and tried to fight his way back to the
surface. Giggling, the kids tried to hold him down, the wives offering
suggestions on where they could tickle him to weaken his resistance. He
ticked back, and in a few moments all three kids fell off onto the
floor laughing as Fred stood. He looked back at his three wives. "You
three are no help."

   "Aww," offered Rachel, her eyes dancing. "We thought our big hunky
husband could handle three little kids!"

   "These are MY kids," Fred retorted, bending over and picking Freddy
up, "so they're VERY dangerous!" Freddy giggled, his feet dangling, and
in a moment his dad put him down. "They're also very heavy now." He
leaned back, cracking his back.

   "So, Daddy," Cindy asked, folding her legs to sit Indian style on
the floor, "do you really think Mommy Lisa is the one who brought us
all together?" Fred sat back down between Rachel and Anita, and Taylor
moved to sit in his lap. Looking down at her, Fred got a gleam in his
eye.

   "I don't know. It is kind of fun to blame her for all this."

   "Blame?" Taylor looked up at her love, eyes flashing dangerously. He
felt two sets of sharp nails dig into his arms.

   "Yes, my love," Anita said, voice dangerously sweet, "I would have
thought this family was the best thing that could have happened to you.
Right?"

   Fred grinned, looking down at the kids who were enjoying the show.

   "Oh, I don't know. I was kind of hoping Lisa would throw a beautiful
Asian girl at me too. Add more variety."

   The doorbell rang.

   Taylor looked out the window into the back yard. The snow storm was
raging.

   "Who could be here at this time, in this weather?"

   "I'll get it!" Cindy jumped to her feet and was out of the room.
Rachel laughed.

   "Saved by the bell, are we Fred?"

   Grinning, he leaned over and gave her a kiss. They heard the front
door open, the wind howling through it, some voices then the door
closing. There were footsteps, and they all turned towards the archway
as Cindy and a heavily bundled stranger covered in snow stopped just
inside the room.

   "She said her car's stuck in front of our house," Cindy said. Taylor
got off of Fred's lap and the other women stood as the stranger took
off her hat.

   "I'm sorry to bother you," she said, shivering. Fred's eyes widened,
and everyone's eyes shot over to him.

   She was a beautiful Asian woman, probably Chinese, with straight
black hair. Her eyes... Fred couldn't tear himself away from them.

   Taylor recovered first, rushing over to help her take her coat off,
telling the visitor that of course they'd help, ordering Cindy to put a
kettle on the stove, and generally taking charge. As everyone rushed to
help, Fred took a moment. Looking up at the sky, he shook his head.

   "Very funny." He then walked over to help.

   Violet walked over to the couch, picking up the dropped photograph.
She half heard the newcomer introduce herself as Mei, and Violet
smiled. "Mommy Mei", she whispered, trying it out. She then looked down
at the photo. Taking a quick glance around, making sure nobody was
paying attention, she looked down at Mommy Lisa and whispered.

   "Could you send me a cute redheaded boy?"

****

Previous stories:

Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
Incidents of Taylor
Taylor Con

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