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His Father's Son part 1 of 2
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{Lisa}

I was walking past our son's room when a dog's yip of quickly
suppressed pain startled me.

Warren had always been gentle with the dogs, and they him, so hearing
that particular yip surprised me.  I figured whatever had happened to
cause it had been accidental, and stopped, so I wasn't worried.

Still, I was naturally curious.  The yip sounded like it had come from
Jenny, my husband's favorite bitch, and I decided to check, just to be
sure everything was ok.

So, since Warren's door was ajar, and I was his mother, I knocked on
it, then gently pushed it open to check on whatever was going on.

I don't know who was more surprised when Jenny looked up, saw me and
woofed happily, then went back to nosing my son's penis
enthusiastically.

He had jerked his head up, froze,  then he started to push Jenny away
while he tried to cover himself up and failed at all of it until he
seemed to realize he was caught.

I winced inside when he slumped and sighed.

"Busted.  Huh, Mom?"

I wanted to giggle at his woebegone look of fearful desperation, but I
just smiled at him.  "Yes, Warren.  'Busted.'  I think your father
needs to have a talk with you, don't you?"

He nodded miserably.  "Yeah.  Can't avoid it can I?"

I shook my head seriously.  "Nope."

"Kay."

"Good.  And Warren?"

"What, Mom?"

"I'll fill another squeeze bottle with olive oil for you and Jenny.
Keep it in your room from now on, and I don't want to find it
completely empty, ever.  If I do, your father and I might start
thinking you like your sex a little rough, and we know Jenny doesn't
like it that way.  In the meantime, use plenty of saliva to lubicate
her.  She likes oral sex.  Understand me?"

His eyes had gotten increasingly wider as I spoke gently, and his
fading blush had returned until his whole body was bright red.

Jenny, on the other hand, had ignored us to keep licking his slowly
engorging penis.

He finally realized he had an erection in front of his mother, that
one of the family bitches was helping it along, and that I seemed ok
with it.

"Uh...  You're ok with..."

"Yes, I am, and your father will be, too, when I tell him."

I finally grinned at my thoroughly confused son.  "He and Jenny have
been lovers for years."

"Oh!  Ahh...  He won't be mad or anything if we...?"

'If?'

I raised my eyebrows.  Had I interrupted a first time?  Best I find
out.

I sobered and nodded slightly in Jenny's direction.  "Be honest, it's
important.  Have you and Jenny ever fucked each other?"

He shook his head miserably.  "No.  Not yet.  I wanted to, but she
yipped like I was hurting her, and pulled away, but then she came back
and...  Then you opened the door and caught us."

I wanted to sigh but managed to hold it in.  "Have you had any kind of
sex?"

"No.  Kathy let me feel her up once but...  That was all."

"I see."

Now, I did let myself sigh.  "Bitches don't lubricate the same way
women do, so you'll have to get her wet yourself, at first.  Just lick
her until she's real wet.  Slobber all over her if that's what it
takes, until you can slide at least two fingers in and out easily,
then, if you want to and she doesn't resist you, go ahead and fuck
her."

I'd caught his slight frown so I added something more.  "If you don't
want to lick her like that, use your saliva on your fingers, then work
it into her.  Or, after I leave, there's a bottle of olive oil in our
room.  Go get it and use that.  We won't say anything if it's missing
later, or ever.  Ok?"

He nodded.

I let my lips smile a little.  "And Warren?  It's ok if you want to do
it more than once.  Take your time, and nobody will bother you until
you come out of your room, or you ask one of us to come in."

I walked over and hugged him.  "I'm sorry I interrupted.  First times
are special, no matter who they are with."

I stood and went to the door.  Just before I closed it I turned and
smiled tenderly.  "Don't worry about love.  If all you want is
physical, relax.  That's more normal than people would want you to
believe.  The two of you will do whatever feels right for the two of
you, and that's all that really matters, ever."

I pulled his door closed and then made sure it was latched before I
finished my trip to the living room, and my patiently waiting husband.

He was smiling when he made room for me and helped me settle and
snuggle.  "Get lost?  That was a lot longer than usual for putting a
load of clothing away."

I finally let my giggles loose until I could calm down a little.  "I
was distracted."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  I heard Jenny yip in pain, so I checked to see what had had
happened.  She's ok."

He stiffened, then relaxed after I finished.  "Good.  What happened?"

I was smiling as I rubbed a hand over his chest.  "Nothing too
serious.  Warren admitted he was trying to fuck her, and he hadn't
used any lubricant.  He'd stopped though, and Jenny wasn't upset with
him about it.  She was licking his penis when I opened the door."

He hugged me and laughed.  "That sounded a little mixed up, Love."

"No doubt.  The only one who wasn't surprised, was Jenny.  She ignored
us and kept licking him until he was erect again.  Somewhere in there
I told him you'd have a talk with him, that you wouldn't be upset he
and Jenny were fucking each other, and then, once I'd explained ways
to lubricate her and made him promise to keep a bottle of olive oil
available, I left them alone."

I snuggled again and let my voice turn a little dreamy.  "It's his
first time for sex, so I promised him he could take his time and not
have to worry about being interrupted, even if they wanted to fuck
more than once."

He turned and kissed me tenderly.  "Sounds like you handled it pretty
well.  Is there any real need for me to get involved?"

"Of course you have to get involved.  You're his father and he needs
to know you're ok with what he's doing.  I told him you are, and I'm
pretty sure he believed me, but..."

"Yeah.  I was being rhetorical."

He turned his head slightly so he could gaze towards the hallway
entrance.  "Anything else I should know?"

"Mmm...  Yes.  I told him he could use our bottle of oil, if he wasn't
comfortable with licking Jenny.  Maybe we should stay away from our
room for the next few hours.  I think he was embarrassed enough, for
one evening."

He laughed again.  "Point."  Then he faced me again.  "So.  You saw
our son in all his rampant glory and getting ready to fuck a bitch
instead of a girl..."

I pinched him.  "Lech!"

He flinched, then grinned back.  "Sounds like you handled it better
than when you caught me and Cara, years ago..."

I giggled.  "Point.  It wasn't easy to stay calm, when all I wanted to
do was giggle.  He wouldn't have taken my giggles as well as you did,
I think."

He chuckled.  "I wasn't as worried about being caught, and you weren't
my mother or father, only my very wild and experimental girlfriend."

I lost control of my giggles, then, after I'd recovered enough,
nuzzled him hungrily.  "I think we should use the hide-a-bed in the
den, don't you?"

His comment after he stood and held out his hand was mild.  "It's a
good thing I had that vasectomy.  If I hadn't, we'd probably need a
kennel full of dogs to keep track of all our kids, instead of Jenny,
Trisha--and Spike."

I blushed, then let him help me up.  He'd won that round fairly, and
from a direction I hadn't anticipated.

Besides, with the game over, we had other things we could do that were
much more interesting than thinking about our past.

* * *
{Warren}

After his mother closed the door Warren let out his breath with a
whoosh of relief.  He looked at Jenny and scratched between her ears.
"Man!  I thought I was really going to be in for it when I saw mom
standing there.  I expected her to explode, ya know?"

She twitched her ears and watched his face while he spoke, then nosed
his penis again and looked up expectantly.

He reached down and held his penis so she could lick it if she wanted
to, but instead she inched her way up the right side of his body and
then rolled to her back in a bid for attention.

He automatically started petting her, and was surprised when she pawed
his hand until she had moved it to her vulva.

He blushed.  "My turn?"

She'd never done that before, but after the way Kathy had put his hand
where she wanted it, a few days ago, then his mother's revelation that
his dad fucked Jenny, he was pretty sure that Jenny wanted some
attention...

There.

He sighed.  This wasn't at all like he'd originally planned.  All he'd
wanted to do was find out if Jenny felt like Kathy had, and she'd
surprised him by rolling to her feet and flagging him when he'd tried
to feel her up.

She'd looked so inviting that he'd sorta lost it and tried to fuck her
and she'd yipped and jerked away, then she'd come back and started
nosing him and licking and he'd been glad she wasn't mad at him and
then his mom had opened the door and...

"This is weird, Jenny.  You're ok about it.  Mom doesn't have a
problem about me wanting to fuck you and she says dad will be ok and
he fucks you and I should get you wet 'cause you can't and I want to
see what it's like to fuck but everyone except you and my parents keep
saying fucking a dog would be perverted and..."

He sighed and looked at his hand a long time.  Finally he sighed again
and moved a finger until he could feel the sponginess and then he
tentatively worked it in a little while he remembered how Jenny had
reacted the first time and he didn't want her yipping again in pain or
anything like that...

Suddenly Jenny curled her hips and his finger went in further than
he'd planned on, then she relaxed with a little sigh and closed her
eyes.

He froze, then wiggled his finger a little before he moved it in and
out a little without really removing it or going any deeper.

Jenny didn't do anything on the outside, but he could feel something
inside her moving and it was really strange and not at all like what
he'd felt when Kathy had him finger fuck her a little.

Jenny had gotten a little wetter inside, too, and now it felt like a
sorta rubber band was tightening and loosening around the tip of his
finger when he pushed it in and out slowly.

He twisted his finger a little until it felt like it wasn't going to
go any further because she was stuck to it and that squeezing suddenly
got stronger and faster.

When he looked, Jenny still had her eyes closed but now her mouth was
open slightly and it reminded him of how Kathy had started panting a
little when she got excited and she'd told him to just stroke lightly
on something she said was her clitoris and she'd gasped and when he'd
stopped she'd begged him not to stop and...

'Did Jenny have a clitoris?  Would she feel good if he?...'

He carefully removed his finger and brought it up so he could smell
it.  It smelled...  He didn't really know what it smelled like.  Sotra
salty and sharp, kinda like it did when he'd run his finger over his
balls after he'd played all day and hadn't taken his bath yet, and
sorta like it did after he'd shaken himself off after pissing and...

It smelled different than it had after he'd fingered Kathy, too.

He suddenly remembered his mother telling him that Jenny liked oral
sex, so, daringly, he gingerly tasted his finger.

Weird.  It had smelled pretty strong, but the taste was actually
pretty bland.  Kind of like when he'd accidentally put some ground red
peppers in his soup instead of garlic but he'd realized it before he'd
put too much in but it wasn't that same sort of taste, just a hint
of...

Something that he thought would taste real bad if there was too much
of it and this was really ok and there *was* a hint of her piss but
even that wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be and...

He decided it was ok after all, and besides, using olive oil sounded
kinda yucky and embarrassing...

That was what finally made him decide.  Tangy and yucky and different
was ok.

Getting embarrassed wasn't.

He shifted until he was looking at Jenny up close and he inhaled
through his nose and it smelled...

He didn't even have to think about it anymore.  Something pushed him
over the edge and he licked Jenny eagerly, not caring what she smelled
or tasted like.

He just *had* to do it.

By the time he started thinking again his chin was covered with his
saliva and the stuff that was coming from Jenny, whatever it was.  The
more he'd licked, the wetter she got and now his mother's instructions
made more sense so he started licking his fingers and worked one all
the way in fairly easily and this time, when it was all the way in he
could feel something else pulsing around his finger and the squeezes
alternated as if Jenny was somehow milking his finger and after he
worked another finger in the squeezing got more frantic, and it was
sorta like what he'd starting doing when he jerked off and that
reminded him of his penis and the original reason he'd thought he was
going to get in trouble and...

Fucking.

He frantically slid his body on top of Jenny and tried to fuck her but
the angle was all wrong at first.

Suddenly Jenny seemed to realize he was having problems and she curled
her hips to give him a better angle.

He felt the tip of his penis slip into something soft feeling, and
there was some resistance that suddenly let go and all of a sudden he
was all the way inside her until he couldn't go any further.

He lost it then and just started fucking her rapidly.  He didn't even
really know what he was doing yet, but it sure felt different than
jacking off and when her tail curled up and brushed his balls he
jerked in surprise as a jolt of unexpected pleasure caused his hips to
spasm real hard, and he felt something hard hit his pubic bone and
then he jerked a couple more times and his muscles slammed his penis
as far as it would go and it wasn't far enough and he kept trying to
get even deeper and...

The tingling of his preorgasmic fury suddenly changed and became so
painful it felt so good he wanted to scream from how intense it was
and he twitched several times as his cum surged into Jenny and he
didn't really notice because his orgasm and the sudden roughness of
her fur against his body and the feel of her wagging tail between his
legs and its fur touching his balls hit all at once...

And then, suddenly, it was over and he realized he was on top of Jenny
and she was pinned under him but she didn't seem to mind.

He gasped a few times, then found the strength to roll to his back and
lie there panting for breath.

"Wow."

The first time he realized Jenny had changed positions was when her
tongue hit the tip of his penis and he started to scream from the
pain.  He managed to choke it off and reach to try and force her away
from licking him clean, but he couldn't stop her completely, so he had
to let her lick the rest of him and that wasn't as bad and by the time
she'd done that for a while he wasn't as sensitive any more so it
actually felt good when she finished licking his penis clean.

She found something of interest between his penis and his belly
button, licked at it until she was satisfied, then shifted so she
could clean herself up.

He was fascinated by the attention she gave herself and the care she
took.

Every once in awhile he could see where some of his semen had oozed
out, and she'd seem to spot it and eagerly lap at it until she was
clean again.

Eventually she was done and she shifted again, this time settling with
her head on his chest in an obvious bid for attention.

Warren was still feeling pretty exhausted but he was able to scratch
her head a little while he tried to take in everything that happened.

Finally he giggled.  "So that's what it's like to fuck.  Feels real
good, huh Jenny?"

She just looked at him, then, when it was clear he wasn't going to say
anything more, but just keep petting her, she closed her eyes, sighed,
and seemed to go to sleep with her head still on his chest.

* * *
{Victor}

Warren's scream reached us through our own passions and we grinned at
each other.  I tried to stay sober about it but Lisa knew me too well,
so we both knew my apparent calm was a pose.

"Well, Love, I'm guessing but I'd be willing to bet Jenny just tried
to lick his penis right after he fucked her.  Masturbation doesn't
leave a man that sensitive."

She giggled.  "A blow job does, though."

"That's worse, love, far worse.  Especially  when you aren't expecting
it and the one doing the blow job refuses to stop, and we both know
Jenny doesn't do blow jobs."

Her giggles changed to laughter and I joined her while I used my hands
to tease her senses back to the task at hand, which was still foreplay
since we hadn't had time to start fucking before our son so obviously
finished his first ever real fuck.

She finally sobered enough to line me up so I could enter her, then
she surprised me by whispering.  "Just hold me for now."

"Sure.  I can do that.  Tell me what's going on in that devious head?"

She kissed me tenderly.  "Nothing devious, I'm afraid.  Just a
mother's worry."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  You're the man here.  What are the odds he's going to want to
tell someone, or even share Jenny with at least one or two of his
friends?"

I winced.  "You're right.  He's going to be euphoric and not trying to
think about consequences for awhile.  Probably pretty good if one of
us doesn't get to him before he leaves the house."

Then I chortled.  "I really don't think he's going to be telling the
whole world.  We've made sure he's aware of the persecution having an
unusual sexual lifestyle can get, even in this state."

"Then explain the evil chortle?"

I tried to play innocent.  "What evil chortle?"

She grinned.  "The one I haven't heard since the evening you decided
to get revenge on the ex boyfriend who wouldn't leave me alone."

"Oh.  *That* evil chortle."

"Yep!"

I grinned back.  "I'll make him promise that he only fucks Jenny at
home, in his bedroom, unless one of us says it's ok to do it somewhere
else.  Then, we tell him *if* he decides to share with his friends, it
will have to be Trisha, not Jenny they try to seduce and fuck...

"And anyone who wants to fuck Trisha, or Spike, for that matter, will
have to see you or me, before they do--because they *must* get the
same talk I have to give Warren."

Her eyes went wide when I mentioned Spike, then she closed them and
nodded.  "You're ahead of me on making Spike available.  There's bound
to be an interest by someone, isn't there?"

"Yep, and I hate to do this to anyone who's that interested, but I
want one of us there to control him.  I don't want any of these kids
to risk being injured by his knot."

I saw her wince, then she opened her eyes and watched my face.  "We
can't control what happens at their homes or when they aren't here."

I sighed.  "I know.  Best I can think of is for one of us to get Spike
fully hard so they can see what they'd be taking, if they took his
full length and allowed the tie.  I seriously doubt if any of Warren's
friends are going to be experienced enough to take Spike completely
the first time.  Even you weren't that stupid once he was full grown
and we realized how big he gets."

She nodded thoughtfully.  "I knew my limits by then, and even after I
stretched myself more than I already was, I bled some after the first
time he fucked me in the ass.  If that happens with a kid around
Warren's age, Spike is likely to put them in the hospital, if he's
allowed to tie.  Yet, if we put him off limits, someone will probably
see that as a challenge."

"Yeah, I know.  Lots of other problems, too.  Do we tell any parents
about their kids wanting to explore?  I don't want people to think
we're encouraging this, and I sure don't want people thinking we're
perverted pimps for animals or latent pedos since we want to be there
when Spike is involved."

She sighed and kissed me.  "Let me up, Dear.  I'd better put a note on
the bathroom door, so he knows he needs to see one of us before he
goes anywhere.  We can solve the other problems later, if we have to."

She suddenly giggled.  "At least telling him he can share Trisha
should be a good distraction from Spike."

I laughed.  "Yep.  I'm surprised it was Jenny he took to bed for his
first time.  Trisha is horny 24/7, year 'round.  Nobody's going to
have any problems 'seducing' her, once she figures out the rules have
changed to include Warren's room."

She smiled after she got up and put her robe back on.  "Maybe that's
one of the things you can ask him about when you have that talk."

"I'll try to remember that.  Oh.  Do we have any condoms stashed?  If
Trisha starts pulling trains, I want everyone using them, including
Warren."

She frowned.  "You know something?  I haven't checked in ages, which
means we should probably just go buy new ones, to be safe."

I chuckled.  "I wonder if any of his friends carry them yet?  None our
business, really, unless they start fucking Trisha, but I'd like to
know how many I should plan on keeping available."

She laughed.  "Lots of them.  At least you don't have to worry about
Trish getting pregnant accidentally if someone makes the connection
and tries to get Spike to fuck her."

I smiled.  "Yep, and I'd better remember to mention to Warren that
he's going to be held responsible for keeping control of things so
there's no force involved at any point, and that if things go far
enough that one of the dogs nips someone, we'll patch them up, but not
blame the dog involved for putting a stop to the situation.  'No means
no', no matter what species it is."

Lisa was watching me oddly when I finished that last statement,
somewhat grimly, I admit.  She came over and touched my face briefly.
"Relax.  I wouldn't be surprised if someone loses control at first, so
maybe I should handle most of *that* explanation by giving him and his
friends the woman's viewpoint."

I sighed.  "Sorry.  I can't forget calling the paramedics for Jane
after we found her in the park that night we were out for a stroll and
some privacy."

She nodded.  "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I sighed again and spoke to myself softly after she left.  "Damnit.
Warren has to be flying right now.  Hopefully it will be a few more
hours before he decides to return to Earth and we have to inject some
reality into his thinking.  I really, really wish he'd avoided fucking
a bitch for his first time."

I brightened.  "Still, though, he and Kathy are close, so maybe..."

I finally shook my head and smiled.  "Kids and hormones.  No point in
trying to plan anything.  Just have to hope we can anticipate a
little, then think fast when it all falls in the cesspit, as it almost
inevitably will at some point."

At that point I lost myself in the memory of what had happened when
Lisa's parents had used their emergency key to get in the house a few
months after we got married, and had seen me, Lisa, Cara and the
neighbor's dog in the living room, doing things with each other that
would have amazed all but a few of our closest friends.

At least we'd been able to smooth that over, eventually, and they
hadn't completely disowned us even though they'd been pretty upset at
first.

And Warren and his friends wouldn't be facing the problem from *his*
parents, and some of his friends were kids of people who knew we were
zoos, so *they* wouldn't go completely 'round the bend if their son or
daughter decided to experiment...

At that point I lifted my head to stare at our wedding picture and
smile.  "You know something?...   This might actually be manageable
and work out in the long run."

"What might work?"

I turned and grinned.  "I was remembering what happened when your
parents used their emergency key and walked in on us and the dogs.
They blew up, but we managed to settle things down with them. Warren's
not going to have that worry, to screw up his thinking, and some of
his friends' parents know about us, too, so they'll know we aren't
recruiting anyone who might be curious, when he tells his friends.  If
we warn those people, quietly, they can help us keep an eye on
things."

She resettled and wrapped me in a hug again.  "What if we host a BBQ?
The weather's supposed to be good this weekend."

I laughed.  "Let's go get something to eat, then I'll start making
phone calls to see if we can put one together."

* * *
{Lisa}

For once I was looking forward to doing our dishes by myself.  I
needed time to think, and we needed some way to be certain each of us
was alone when Warren finally decided to rejoin the real world.

We assumed the first thing he'd need to do was piss, at least, so he
was sure to see the note I'd left him.  What he'd do after that was
the real question, but he had Jenny with him and she'd either want
out, or want some food.

And he was a growing boy, so food would be high on his list of things
to do, since he'd missed dinner and we didn't let him keep many snacks
in his room, for him or the dogs.

After talking it over we decided that I'd find ways to keep myself in
the kitchen, while Victor would settle at the computer in the den and
finish making arrangements for the BBQ, while he waited.

At that point I looked down at the two dogs who were patiently waiting
for any scraps I'd be willing to share, even though they'd both been
given liberal portions of our food, already.

"You two are incorrigible."

They perked their ears, then smiled when I reached down to idly
scratch their heads while I started thinking out loud.  "Spike, you're
going to be the biggest problem, maybe.  You're just too damn big and
powerful for me to feel good about leaving you alone with Warren."

I sighed.  I hated to do it, but it looked like restricting Spike's
sex to our bedroom only, was still the best decision to make.  I just
hoped Warren and his friends would accept that restriction even if
Spike was willing to play new games with them.

Temporarily done with that worry, I turned, smiled at Trisha, and
scratched her ear fondly.  "You, girl, are going to be in your idea of
heaven, pretty soon."

She must have read my tone or somehow picked up my relaxed amusement
because her jaw dropped to its usual position, her laughing smile.

I just shook my head and grinned.  "Now, I wonder if we can get Warren
to realize you will be a lot better for him than Jenny, right now?"

I laughed softly.  "Not important.  Once he knows he can fuck either
of you, I imagine his hormones and your enthusiasm will do the rest."

I was lost in my memories when the sound of someone using the dog door
brought me back to the here and now.

When I looked up I couldn't stop my smile.  Warren had stopped in the
doorway and was watching me with a little fear in his eyes.

"Uhh...  Hi, Mom.  I read your note but...  Can I eat first?  I'm
starving!"

It wasn't easy, but I managed to change my laughter to a fond snort
before I nodded.  "Want me to cook something for you?  Or you can raid
for leftovers."

"Ahh..."  He glanced at the clock and blushed.  "Sorry I missed
dinner."

Now, I did laugh a little.  "Relax.  You had permission, remember?"

"Oh.  Yeah.  I forgot."

"It's ok.  So what would you like?  It's been a special day, so you
deserve a special dinner, if you want it."

"Ahh...  Really?"

I nodded and waited.

"Do we have any of the lasagna left?"

"Plenty.  If we didn't, I could make some more.  Want me to reheat
it?"

"Yes, please.  And could I have a peanut butter and strawberry jam
sandwich and chocolate milk?"

I laughed again.  "No problem."

"K.  Thanks.  He suddenly looked at his hands and blushed.  "I guess
I'd better go wash up, huh?"

"No."

His head jerked up in surprise.  "No?"

I went over and hugged him, then held him off to look at him.  "What
happened was special, and I don't want you cleaning up until you want
to.  It probably sounds silly now, but you're on your way to learing
how to be a man, and I want you to treasure everything that happened
this evening.  If you washed up, someday you'll regret it, or be upset
with me for making you clean up."

I touched his face when he smiled tentatively.  I hadn't been looking
for it, but suddenly I realized that I'd always seen his father in his
features, but now, for the first time, I realized he had my eyes.  It
was a striking combination, and I had the feeling that as he got older
and gained self confidence, women were going to find him difficult to
resist if he focused on them.

"Mom?   You'e grinning."

I blushed.  "Sorry.  Female thing.  I was thinking about something, is
all."

"Something to do with me?"

"Yes, and you don't need to worry about it, because someday you'll
find out on your own, I'm sure--and it will be better that way."

"Oh.  Female stuff.  Ugh!"

I laughed and hugged him again.  "Yes, it is, and they're going to be
just as exasperated when they find out that you'll have 'male stuff'
you won't tell them."

His eyes got wide with his surprise.  "I never thought about that!"

I shook my head and grinned at him again.  "As long as you don't use
it as an excuse to hurt each other, it makes it more fun.  Now,
though, I'd better cook that food.  I don't want you wasting away
until Jenny or Trisha can pick you up and carry you around like they
do their toys!"

As I turned away I glanced over my shoulder.  "And I know what they'd
most likely use for a handle, too!"

He blushed again and sounded embarrassed.  "Mom!"

"I'm teasing, Warren.  Sit.  I'll make that sandwich and get your milk
first."

"Three sandwiches, please?  I'm *really* hungry..."

"I'll use up the loaf of bread, and you can take the ones you don't
eat back to your room for later.  Ok?"

"Yes, thank you."

I filled a glass with his chocolate milk and set it down in front of
him, then made three sandwiches and gave those to him so he could take
the edge off his hunger while the lasagna reheated.

Once I had the rest of the sandwiches made I put them in a sealed
container for later and settled in the chair opposite where he was
sitting, and waited.

After he drained the glass of milk and wolfed his sandwiches he looked
at me with some worry in his eyes and posture.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome.  Something wrong?"

"Uhh...  Yeah.  Sorta.  If I told you something I don't want dad to
know, would you keep it secret?"

"Umm.  Is it something you'd tell him someday?"

He ducked his head miserably.  "I don't know.  I don't think he'd like
me very much, but I guess I might tell him if you were there and said
it was ok."

"Might?"

"Yeah.  He's gonna go ballistic if he knows, I think."

I raised my eyebrows.  "But you think I won't get upset? That I'll
hear you out and still love you?"

"Yeah."

"Let me think about this." 

"Kay."

I rested my chin on my hands and studied him until he started to
squirm.  What could he have done that would make him think his father
would get that upset?  I couldn't figure it out, but I also remembered
some of the things I'd done as a teenager, and my fears that I'd lose
my parents' love when they found out.

For Warren, this was something serious, so I couldn't just brush it
off, and maybe lose his trust in me.

I was still thinking when one of the dogs started eating the dry food
we left out for them.  I looked over to see who it was, and it was
Jenny.  She looked fine, so Warren couldn't have hurt her or done
anything to upset her, so that left me puzzled about what Warren's
real problem was.

When Jenny finished she went over to happily nuzzle Warren, and he
started scratching between her ears, like usual.  That action
crystalized my decision.

"If you ask me not to tell him, I won't.  Will you do the same for
rme?"

His eyes went wide with shock.  "You want me to keep secrets for you,
from dad?!"

I nodded.  "Trust works both ways, or it isn't really trust you can
depend on.  Besides, you've done it already.  Remember some of the
birthday surprises we've given him?"

"Oh!  Yeah, but that's different.  They weren't *real* secrets that I
couldn't tell him someday."

I smiled.  "Any secret is real, while it's a secret, and sometimes
they're ones you have to keep forever, like us fucking the dogs."

"You mean?..."

I sighed and nodded.  "Just think about it for awhile, and then, your
father and I would like to know ahead of time if you plan on telling
anyone, ok?"

He was subdued.  "Yeah...  I will."

He stiffened and looked at me intently.  "Is that why you and dad have
talked about those hate crimes sometimes and made sure I could
understand them from both sides?"

"Yes.  We wanted you to be ready, if someday...  You chose a sexuality
that wasn't normal.  But, I think you don't have to worry too much.
Maybe Kathy or someone else will give you a chance to fuck them, and
you'll have a better idea about what you like and don't like.  It
isn't always just one type either.  If it feels right at the time,
it's right for that time, and you shouldn't feel like you've done
something wrong, as long as everyone involved wanted it."

"Uhhhh...  Yeah.  That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about,
instead of dad."

"Go on."

"Yeah.  I...  I..."  He looked at me pleadingly and then rushed on.
"I'm not sure but I think I raped Jenny the first time I fucked her."

'Oh, Lord!' I thought to myself.  'Why couldn't it have been Trisha?
Once she decides she wants to be fucked, 'no' isn't in her
vocabulary!'

I watched him carefully and spoke calmly.  "You don't have the
experience yet, but if you did, you'd know that Jenny doesn't think
you raped her.  Look at her.  Has anything changed between you?"

He blushed.  "Well, she let me lick her after I fucked her the second
time."

I smiled.  "So what happened that makes you think the first time was
rape?"

He looked away, then back.  "I uhh...  I decided to lick her like you
said even though the idea was kinda yucky sounding, but she tasted ok
and I guess I lost control because I remember being able to get two
fingers in like you said and when that happened I just forgot about
her and tried to fuck her and I couldn't and all of a sudden I was
inside her all the way and I just fucked her and came and when I knew
what was going on it was all over and I was on top and she wasn't
doing anything so I rolled off of her and..."

He paused for breath finally and sighed, then went on more slowly.  "I
felt real good and I wasn't really paying attention because I was
exhausted and she licked me and I screamed because it was so painful
and she didn't want to stop and I couldn't make her so I had to let
her lick me again and by the time she licked my dick again it was
sorta ok and at least it didn't hurt any more so I let her keep doing
it until she was done."

He finally ran down and looked at me hesitantly before he finished
telling me what had happened.  "She cleaned herself, then she came up
and went to sleep with her head on my chest while I petted her.  I
fell asleep too and when I woke up I wanted to fuck her again and this
time I was able to do it a lot slower and she let me slide down and
check her out and lick her a little before she moved away to clean
herself before she did me again.  It was..."

I could see the wonder in his eyes when he smiled sorta dreamily.  "It
was awesome, you know?"

I wanted to giggle a little because his story sounded a lot like what
Vic had told me about his first time with a bitch, and the doubts he'd
had for years.  But, I knew Warren wouldn't understand if I giggled,
so I kept myself calm and settled for a sympathetic nod.  "So you're
saying that because you lost control and just fucked Jenny without
giving her a chance to refuse you, you think you raped her the first
time?"

He let his head fall until he wasn't meeting my eyes.  "Yeah, Mom. Did
I?"

"No."

His head came up and he focused on me.  "Really?"

"Really."

"You sure?"

"I am.  Jenny's pretty laid back during sex and doesn't really do a
lot to let you know how she's feeling. But, you didn't fuck her
without asking her permission, either.  All the time you were licking
her and getting her ready, she could have refused to let you do
anything more, and if you *had* forced her, she would have done more
than lie there.  She would have fought you, and even nipped you or
worse if she couldn't get you stop in any other way."

He nodded hesitantly.  "But when I stopped, she was just lying
there..."

I smiled.  "She's used to being cuddled right after sex.  She was
probably waiting for you to roll the two of you on your sides while
you were still inside her, then pet her until you went to sleep or
fucked her again."

"Oh.  Wow.  That's..."

He came back from wherever he'd gone and looked down at Jenny and now
he was smiling while he petted her again.  "I'll get better.  I
promise."

I hated to interrupt him but it was time to see if I could turn him
over to his father on a positive note.  "Warren?"

"What, Mom?"

"I think you should talk to your father about this.  He had the same
feelings about raping his bitch when he started."

Warren jerked his head up so he could stare at me in shock.  "Dad
thought he raped his bitch?"

I nodded solemnly.  "It took him years before he finally accepted he
wasn't raping her every time they fucked."

"That's...  Scary."

"I know.  I can only tell you how the woman feels about it, and I'd
know if Jenny thought you raped her or tried to force her."

I smiled and pointed at Trisha, who was settled in the doorway and
watching us.  "If you're that worried about it, consider fucking Trish
a few times.  She's a lot more obvious about letting you know she
liked the sex or not.  But..."

I waited until he was facing me.  "Promise us you won't do anything
sexual with *any* of the dogs unless you're in your room.  We've spent
years making sure they understand sex is something that is only done
in our bedroom.  If you start doing things outside or somewhere else
in the house, they might decide to do something to embarrass you, or
get all of us in lots of trouble when other people are around."

He nodded.  "Only in my room.  I promise."

I smiled again and stood.  "Good.  I'll get you a plate of lasagna,
then you can finish eating before I turn you over to your father."

He flinched and I smiled.  "Relax.  He's not going to be upset.  He
just wants to make sure you have an idea about what you're getting
into if you decide to keep fucking one of the dogs, and he wants to
answer any questions and concerns you have, like that one about
thinking you raped Jenny.  You don't have to mention that if you don't
want to, and I won't tell him about it unless you tell me to.  Ok?"

He nodded, so I went ahead and served him, then settled to wait until
he was finished eating.

* * *
{Warren}

Dinner with mom was weird.  Usually she just told me to get my own
food when I was late for dinner but this time she insisted on getting
me anything I wanted because what I'd done was special, and she didn't
want to mess with my good feelings.

I mean she's always been neat about things and sure she gets upset
when I've messed up but this time it seemed I like could have done
almost anything and she would have just smiled or nodded
sympathetically and it wouldn't have made her scream or anything.  She
never screamed when she was mad, but you know what I mean, right?

I guess dad and I are lucky, huh?

Dad scares me sometimes.  Oh, not that he'd beat me or scream at me
like some of my friend's fathers would.  He just gets sorta cold and
scary when he's real mad about something.

And when somebody mentions rape he gets even worse, if that makes any
sense.  I mean rape is real bad and all that, but dad...

He just gets real quiet and makes fists like he's getting ready to
fight someone and one time he was so angry he put his fist through the
wall.

Mom just put a bandage on his hand though, and then they spent a long
time in the den with the door closed after she asked me to do my
chores and I could stay up until I was ready to go to bed and dad
would be ok in the morning, and he was but he was still not as fun to
be around for a couple days, like he usually was.

Anyway, I really, really didn't want to tell him I thought I might
have raped Jenny.

I think mom wasn't telling me everything though, when she said for a
long time dad had thought he was raping his bitch when they fucked. It
was like she and dad had some real bad secret they were hiding.  I
kinda wondered what it was 'cause it must be abour rape, but I needed
to think about what mom said, a lot, before I decided if I was gonna
tell dad, even though mom said he'd be ok with it and he'd understand
how I felt.

Maybe it was a guy thing.  Something they didn't usually tell girls.

Weird, anyway.

Jenny was cool about it though, she didn't hate me or anything like
that, so I guessed I hadn't really raped her, but now I sorta
understood it when some guys talked about losing control and being
really sorry afterwards, but their girlfriends left them anyway.

Could girls rape guys?  I mean really rape them?  Maybe I could ask
dad about that.

So I had all these confusing thoughts and mom just acted like
everything was mostly normal and I could relax and talk about anything
at all and she wouldn't get mad and dad would be the same way.

She didn't say it, but it was like both of them were proud of what I'd
done but they were pretty scared, too.

Fucking Jenny had been fun and it felt real good and she'd enjoyed it
too, and she'd sorta let me know somehow that she liked me better now
and that she'd really be a lot happier if I was naked all the time and
that was the strangest part of it all I think because she'd never been
like that before around me...

And mom said Trish enjoyed fucking even more than Jenny?  That was
sorta scary but I kinda thought I knew what she meant because Jenny
just sorta lay there and was calm and quiet and I couldn't really be
sure she was happy unless she sighed a little or had her eyes open so
she could watch me.

She thumped her tail a lot and I knew that meant she was feeling good,
though.

Was it kinda like Jenny was a 'good girl' who maybe wanted to fuck but
wasn't going to be a slut about it?  Were Jenny and Trish like Kathy
and Marsha?  Marsha liked sex and she was pretty obvious about how
much she liked it and the guys all called her a slut but really she
was nice if you got to know her?

Why would fucking a lot make a girl a slut but when a guy did it
everyone was proud of him?  That couldn't be right, could it?

Every time I looked at mom she just sat there with this strange sort
of content smile mostly, like she understood what I was thinking and
wasn't worried or mad but could sit there forever until I was ready to
say something or not.

She'd always been like that but tonight she was doing it even more,
like time had stopped or something and we were in our weird world and
nothing else mattered except us and the dogs.

"Mom?"

That was weird.  I suddenly realized she liked to tilt her head like
the dogs did, when she was waiting for the other person to say
something she was interested in but she didn't want to come right out
and ask what they were thinking.

Did dad do that too, sometimes?

I knew I blushed but I couldn't help it.  "I hope I marry a girl like
you.  You're so..."

I stopped when I realized I didn't know what I wanted to say.

It was cool how her head tilted even more, then instead of smiling or
anything like that she just barely nodded and if I hadn't been
watching her real close I wouldn't have seen it.

She just said "Thank you" real quiet like and didn't say anything more
and we both knew what I had wanted to say and neither one of us had to
try and explain.

It was like we had this real long talk and everything and then we
hugged each other but we never moved or really talked.

That was really, really scary because all of a sudden I realized she
and dad did that sort of thing all the time.

No wonder they always seemed to know stuff without saying anything to
each other.  They didn't need to talk out loud to have a conversation.

Was that what Jenny and I had done?  I mean she couldn't just talk
with words, and I knew that she probably didn't understand all the
words I said to her, but we'd fucked and cuddled and everything and it
was all cool between us...

Oh.

Wow.

No wonder Kathy hadn't wanted me to say anything when she let me feel
her up and finger her and make her feel good.  We'd been talking to
each other like mom and dad did and I never knew it!

I bet she'd be real happy when I told her I knew that now.  Maybe we
could sorta practice talking that way?  Would the things I did to make
Jenny feel good make Kathy happy, and the other way around?

Jeez...  I couldn't believe how good I felt, and no wonder mom had
said I should talk to them because I knew when I was feeling real good
I always did something stupid...

I blushed and looked at mom and she just raised her eyebrows and spoke
real quiet again.  "Thinking about sex and someone special?"

And that was maybe the strangest thing of all.  She wasn't going to be
mad or anything and she was telling me it was ok and normal to think
about sex when I was sitting at the table with her and eating.

"Yeah.  Sorta.  I feel real good and I thought about how I always do
something stupid when I feel real good like this, so it's a good thing
I can talk to you or dad first so I don't get in trouble."

She giggled.  "I bet you'd feel a lot better if you talked to Kathy."

See what I mean?

It was like radio or something and she just *knew* and it was scary
and good all at the same time and now I knew why she and dad loved
each other so much because they must be talking to each other like
that all the time.

Then Jenny nudged my hand and pawed me and looked at the door like she
was asking me 'Are you done here?' and I grinned at her and mom
giggled some more and I grinned at Jenny some more and said "I gotta
let dad talk to me first, ok?  Then we'll go to my room."

She just sorta watched me, then she sneezed at me and went over to lie
down where she could keep an eye on me like she always did but now I
knew she wasn't trying to beg food or attention or that it was past my
bedtime which it was, but it was ok this time...

Then mom was standing in the doorway holding a storage container with
my sandwiches and waiting for me.  "Come on.  There's something I want
to show you, then you and your father can have your talk."

Spike was standing next to mom and she made a funny little gesture and
he jumped up and licked her face, then ran to their bedroom and pushed
the door open and went in.

I had this really strange thought, then, 'cause some guys liked to
tease girls by asking them if they fucked dogs or liked it doggy style
and did mom maybe fuck Spike and...

Mom touched me to get my attention and I flinched but she just smiled
that relaxed smile that said it was ok.  "Let's go."

I thought she was going to send me in the den but she just stuck her
head through the door and told dad she wanted him in the bedroom, NOW,
and he must have realized she was serious because it didn't take him
any time at all before he was in the doorway and smiling at me and
then he looked at mom.

"Everything ok?"

"Of course."

She looked at me and handed me my sandwiches.  "Put these somewhere
safe in your room, then get one of your baseballs and come back out."

A baseball?  That was was weird, but I knew I'd better just do it
instead of asking any questions.

When I came back out Jenny was on my bed and she looked at me sorta
funny like why wasn't I going to bed, then she just stretched out and
I knew she was going to go to sleep.

Dad must have seen it because he laughed and grinned at me.  "She'll
wait, but I bet she'd be a lot happier if you were in bed with her."

I blushed and didn't say anything.

Mom shoved him.  "Let's go.  You and Warren will have plenty of time
to have that man to man talk.  I need you in our bedroom, now."

"Yes, Dear."  And he followed us after mom poked him and called him
'Silly.'

Spike was on the bed and when he saw us he rolled to his back like he
wanted attention and I noticed I could see the tip of his dick.

Mom laughed and went over to pet him and she started petting him
between his hind legs but she was watching me and I knew she was real
serious about something when she looked at Spike and then deliberately
touched his dick and he sorted curled up and then relaxed.

"Warren?"

I nodded.  "Yes. Mom?"

"You know how Spike can knock you down and you can't stop him?"

"Yeah.  He's pretty rough sometimes and he forgets I can't stop him
like you and dad can when he's playing."

She nodded.  "Now think about how you were with Jenny."

I blushed and glanced at dad but he didn't seem to notice me because
he was watching mom for some reason.

"Ok."

"Good.  Now, I want you to pay close attention while I masturbate
Spike."

She didn't wait for an answer but just started masturbating him and he
hunched real strong and his dick was exposed all the way and it was
smaller than mine was but it kept getting bigger and bigger and near
the base it got REALLY big and by the time mom stopped his dick was
huge and real purple and...

She held it so I could see all of it.  Then she spoke real quiet and
serious like.  "You and your friends are NEVER to do anything sexual
with Spike unless your father or I are there, especially if any of you
are naked.  Look at your baseball, and then try to imagine what it
would feel like to have that inside you somewhere."

I looked down at my hand, then back at Spike's dick.

The bulge was bigger.  A lot bigger.

She nodded.  "Remember how that bulge wasn't there at first?  Spike
could knock someone down and get that inside them, THEN it would
expand and there's nothing you could do to get it out until the
swelling goes down.  And that means all of his penis would be inside,
too, and it would be very painful and there would be nothing we could
do to help until he was done.  So, no matter how curous anyone is, or
how brave, it's up to you to make sure nobody does anything sexual
with Spike when you are alone with him.  If someone is that curious,
make them talk to your father or me.  Promise?"

I swallowed nervously and nodded without saying anything while I tried
to picture Spike fucking someone.  I'd seen him fuck Jenny and Trisha
when they were in heat, but I'd never seen his dick get that big.  It
scared me, and I knew how powerful he was because he knocked me down a
lot when we played.

If he tried to fuck me, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him and...

That was rape, wasn't it?

I looked at dad and I knew he could tell I was scared.  "Spike could
rape someone, couldn't he?"

Dad looked grim, real grim, for a few seconds, then he relaxed a
little.  "Yes, he could, so don't even tease him.  He knows that he's
only allowed to have sex with a human in our bedroom, so let's make
sure he doesn't get the idea it's ok somewhere else, unless he's
fucking a bitch."

Then he laughed and relaxed completely, which was weird.

"Let's go to the den and leave your mother alone with Spike.  It's not
fair to tease him like that, then leave him unsatisfied."

I stared at mom and Spike.  "You mean?..."

"Maybe.  It's up to them, and we're not going to stay and find out, or
ask later, no matter how curious we are.  Right?"

I knew I blushed and I turned away real quick even though I wanted to
know what they were going to do together.  "Yeah!"

He laughed again and put his hand on my shoulder like he always did
when he was proud of me.  So I guess I'd made the right answer even
though I was willing to bet he knew I wanted to stay and...

"Come on,  Let's go have that discussion, and then you can get back to
Jenny and Trisha.  Just remember, you still have to go to school in
the morning."

* * *
{Victor}

I wasn't really surprised when Lisa stuck her head through the door
and demanded my presense.  Obviously, she'd had something in mind but
I had to admit I'd been surprised when she started masturbating Spike
in front of Warren.

Still, if his white face had meant anything, he'd gotten the message
and wouldn't soon forget it, which is what really counted at that
point.  And she'd delivered it in a way he'd understood while
hopefully it had been balanced with enough support he'd still feel ok
about fucking Jenny or Trisha, if he wanted to.

Hopefully he'd been too focused on Lisa and Spike to notice my
frustrated sigh when she calmly talked about his friends.

It was looking like the BBQ had been a good idea for more reasons than
one.

I had a feeling our house was going to become a sort of 'safe house'
for kids who wanted to make out or explore, or ask awkward questions
they didn't want to ask their parents.

One more thing to remember to sort out this weekend.  We'd have to
know how much we could talk about if the kids asked.  I supposed Lisa
and I would have to figure out some ground rules, too, now that she'd
made it clear Spike was off limits.

I shrugged a little to myself when I hit that point.  We'd do the best
we could, and I wasn't going to be worried if we got involved in
things we hadn't anticipated.  We'd talked it over with each other for
years, but I knew Warren's sex with Jenny had complicated what we had
known was going be a 'normal' voyage of self discovery, once we'd
learned he'd started masturbating.

We were at the den by then, and I chuckled and pointed at the couch.
"Relax.  You're not in trouble for deciding to fuck Jenny.  That sort
of thing just happens and while we were halfway expecting you to have
your first sex with Kathy or one of the other girls you know, we're
glad it was a good experience for you.  Ok?"

"Ok.  Dad."

He settled nervously while I sat in my office chair and swiveled it
around so I could watch him and Trisha, who'd followed us to the den
and then jumped on the couch next to Warren after he'd settled

It was pretty obvious he was worried about something, so I tried to
help him along.  "Nothing's changed.  You can say or ask anything, and
I'll hear you out.  I'm not going to say I won't get angry about some
things, but I won't be angry with *you*."

I sighed.  "I get angry with the people who keep insisting that there
are some things parents should never talk about with their kids, like
sex, as if there's a certain age when all of a sudden you'll
understand, and until then you couldn't possibly know enough."

I smiled.  "Your mother and I both believe that if you know enough to
ask the questions, you know enough to deserve the best answers we can
give you, in a way you can understand them."

I was gratified when he nodded slowly,and then dared to turn sideways
on the couch and lean back on one end after he'd helped Trish settle
between his legs.

She nosed his crotch and he blushed and looked at me with a little
fear in his eyes.

I smiled.  "Go ahead.  We've made it a rule to never fuck in here, but
I think that's going to have to change now.  As long as it's family
and nobody is here, you can do anything you like with her or Jenny.  I
think though, if you don't want to get interrupted when you're fucking
or doing something that might embarrass you, make sure you close the
door.  We'll know before we bother you, and you'd better knock if *we*
have it closed.  Same rules as when your mother and I are in our
bedroom.  Ok?"

He smiled tentatively and then started petting Trish.  "Yeah!  I
thought mom was gonna explode when she caught me with Jenny."

I chuckled.  "We've been expecting something like it for years, ever
since you started masturbating."  I grinned.  "We were expecting to
catch you with a girl, though, not Jenny or Trisha.  And you'll
probably never know how relieved we are that it wasn't Spike one of us
caught you with."

He jerked his head up and blushed.  "You knew?!"

I leaned back and laughed while I pointed at Trisha.  "She told us.
She likes the taste of semen, and when she started hauling your shorts
and socks out of your room and licking them clean..."

His blush got redder and I grinned.  "Relax.  The only way to stop her
is to make sure the door is closed and latched.  She'd knocked our
hamper over so often to get at my shorts or your mother's panties, I
finally had to make a bracket to hold it against the wall, and fix the
lid with a catch she can't open.  Want me to do the same for your
hamper?"

He grinned back, tentatively.  "Be a good idea, wouldn't it?"

I nodded

"Yeah.  Ok.  I've always wondered why your clothes hamper couldn't be
moved without a lot of work.  Trisha, huh?"

He grinned and looked at her and rubbed her head.  "She's pretty
smart, isn't she?"

"Yep,  Too smart sometimes, I think.  I imagine you'll find out soon
enough."

His head jerked up and he looked at me questioningly.

I smiled and sobered.  "That's something the two of you will have to
discover together."

I ponted at Trisha, who had started nosing his crotch and sniffing
real hard.  "Like she's smart enough to know when you've been fucking
someone."

He blushed and looked down.  "You mean when she does that she knows
what I've been doing?"

"Well, she acts like that with me when I've had sex or masturbated and
not cleaned myself yet.  If you let her, she'll probably clean you up,
at least."

His eyes got wide.  "You think she'd give me a blow job?"

"It's more of a lick job than what a woman can do for you.  Once she
knows you'll let her, you'll have a hard time stopping her until
you've orgasmed and she's cleaned you up.  She'll accept 'no',
eventually, but you'll have to be pretty firm about it, or put some
clothes on."

"Wow.  Will Jenny do that for me?"

I didn't bother telling him that Trisha knew how to remove clothing.
She hadn't figured out zippers yet, but she'd figured out how to undo
most of my belts and buttons.  As far as pulling my pants and shorts
down...

She treated that job as trivial.

I shook my head.  "I don't know if Jenny will.  She likes things
gentle and slow.  She can be pushy sometimes, but usually I have to
seduce her.  Maybe she'll be different with you.  You'll have to learn
what each of you like and don't like, just like you would with
different girls or guys."

He froze and turned to stare at me.  "Girls or guys?"

I shrugged a little.  "Yep.  Someday you may want to explore, and I'm
not going to make you feel guilty.  It's something you'll have to
learn on your own, and your sexuality can change, too.  Right now you
probably can only think of loving females, but as you get older, your
attitude may change.  Don't worry about it, and don't let anyone tell
you what's right for you.  Only you can decide that, and whatever you
decide, your mother and I won't love you any less.  More, probably,
because it takes a lot of inner strength to go against what everyone
*thinks* should be right for you."

"Uhh...  Yeah.  Ok.  Is this one of those times you're mad at everyone
else, and not me or mom?"

Oops.  "Guess I got pretty firm about it?"

"Yeah.  Hey, dad?  You said I could talk about or ask *anything*?
Really?"

I nodded slowly.  "Yes, I did, and I meant it.  What's on your mind?"

He took a deep breath and hesitated, then let it out in a rush as he
spoke quickly, as if he wanted to get his question out before I
interrupted him.

"Why do you get so angry when you or someone else starts talking about
rape?  You see, I thought I might have raped Jenny and I was afraid
you'd really blow up if I admited I felt like that but mom and I
talked it over and she said it was something I really needed to ask
you about because you'd..."

He ran down and sighed.  "She said you thought you'd been raping your
bitch for years and you could tell me why I shouldn't feel like I
raped Jenny when I lost control and just fucked her the first time.
She says Jenny doesn't think I raped her, but..."

There were tears in his eyes when he looked at me.  "It isn't enough.
I still feel like I kinda raped her even though she didn't complain
and she still likes me.  I mean guys have talked about how they lost
control when they fucked their girlfriends and they just...  Left them
because they felt like they couldn't trust him to maintain control
next time.  You know?"

"Crap!"

He flinched and I smiled bitterly.  "Sorry.  I'm not mad at you.  It's
just that...  That's what gets me angry sometimes.  There's more to
sex than just putting your dick in a woman's,"  I smiled and gestured
at Trisha.  "Or any female's cunt, or any hole for that matter, yet
most folks are afraid of the truth because for generations all we've
allowed to be taught is that sex is some sort of mystic experience
that should be discovered on your own, and they refuse to get involved
with passing on much of the stuff that would eliminate what you're
feeling..  Follow me?"

"Sorta.  You're telling me that no matter what happened, I didn't rape
Jenny even though I lost control?"

"Yes.  That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you.  If she thought
you'd raped her, she wouldn't want anything to do with you.  Period.
Whatever the two of you did, however it happened, when the time came
and you actually fucked her, she was willing to accept being fucked,
or she would have fought you, just like she yipped in pain when you
tried to fuck her when she wasn't wet enough."

"You sure?"

I nodded.  "I am.  Took me years to figure that out, and your mother
helped me do it.  Jenny and Trisha aren't virgins.  They both know
what they like and they don't like, and your mother and I have
encouraged them to tell us when something makes them uncomfortable, so
they won't just 'lie there' if they don't want something to happen.
How they tell *you* is something all of you will have to work out on
your own, but the only advice I can give you is that you shouldn't
play games at first.  Until you've all sorted things out, you'd better
treat any hint of 'no' as a real 'NO' and stop what you're doing."

I smiled.  "On the other hand, Trisha's a lot like you sometimes.  She
pushes things, until she is sure you really mean 'no' when you say it.
Go with the flow and eventually things will work out and you'll
discover you don't even think about trying to control yourself, you
just do."

He blushed, then looked towards his bedroom.  "What about Jenny?"

"She's a lot gentler.  I guess most people would call it subtle.
Sometimes I think she savors things more than Trisha does, so she's
not as physical about it."

I shook my head.  "I don't really know.  All I know is that with me,
she likes to cuddle a lot before and after the sex, usually.  She
might be the same with you, she might not."

He nodded while he was looking at Trisha.  "So even though I feel like
I raped Jenny, I didn't?"

"Yes."

I sighed and he looked at me.  "Dad?  You ok?"

"Yeah.  More or less.  I was just remembering how I felt after fucking
Cara, until your mother caught us, and we had a chance to talk things
over.  She gave me the female viewpoint, and it helped a lot.  But I'd
been fucking Cara for years when that happened, and I couldn't
convince myself that I was right about not raping her.  After all, if
we'd been caught and I'd been prosecuted, I would have been convicted
of abusing her and raping her."

He frowned.  "You've always said bestiality is legal, the few times it
was mentioned in the news."

"Here, yes, it is.  Where we lived originally, it isn't, and that's
one of the reasons we moved here after we got married."

"Oh"

I leaned back in my chair and stretched.  "You asked me why I get so
angry about rape.  I think it's time I told you a story.  It will help
explain that anger."

"Ok."

I closed my eyes and let the bitter pain wash over me while I
remembered that long ago day when Lisa and I had gone for a walk in
the local park so we could find some privacy, and instead, stumbled
over a horror I doubted I'd ever forget.

Rape is like that, as we'd both learned the hard way.

Lisa just handled the memories better than I did, that's all.

When I opened my eyes again Warren was watching me while one hand idly
petted Trisha.  She'd either settled finally, or felt satisfied,
because she wasn't trying to get to his penis any more.

"I know it was a long time ago, but do you remember anything about the
day I put my fist through the wall?"

He nodded carefully.  "Yeah.  You and mom never did explain it when I
asked about why you were that angry.  I was remembering that before I
decided to tell mom I thought I'd raped Jenny."

"Ok. Just remember, no matter what I look like I might do, I'm not
going to do anything except maybe get really mad again because I
couldn't do anything about what happened a few days before that."

"Ok."

I sighed and took a deep breath, then started describing the ugly side
of sex to my son.

"Your mother and I felt you were old enough we could leave you with a
baby sitter, so we hired one and decided to go to the park.  We had a
couple of places there we thought of as our own, and we were kinda
wanting to see if one of them was empty so we could relax in the open
and fuck for awhile if we felt like it.

"So, we had dinner at that Mexican place you like to eat at, then we
went to the park and started wandering around until we were ready to
screw or go home.  We weren't sure which was going to happen, because
what we were really after was the chance to be by ourselves for
awhile.

"Well, when we got close to one of the places that we used to go to,
we heard someone moan like she was in a lot of pain."

I sighed.  "It was Jane.  She was a close friend of your mother's, and
she liked to jog a lot in the evening when it was cool and quiet.  She
and I had fucked a few times, when she was lonely and needed the
comfort of a man's touch, but we'd never been serious about each other
in any other way than being friends.

I shook my head miserably.  "Well, she was naked and been beaten until
she was bloody.  We found out later they'd broken both her legs
because they knew she liked to run and they didn't want her to try and
get away."

Warren gasped and I nodded.

"Yep.  They gang raped her and left her to die.  If we hadn't found
her, she probably would have.  When she saw me she screamed and tried
to crawl away and wouldn't calm down until I left her for your mother
to deal with.

"I found a phone and called 911 for the paramedics.  When I told the
dispatcher what we thought had happened, based on what Jane tried to
say past her shattered jaw, the man said he'd make sure they sent all
female paramedics."

I glared at the wall when I remembered what the dispatcher had told
me.  "Jane wasn't the first woman who had been been beaten, raped, and
left to die, but she *was* the first one to be found alive, and they
wanted to keep her that way, so the dispatcher ordered me to go back
and keep an eye on my wife and Jane, but stay out of Jane's sight."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a long time before I
opened them and watched Warren.

"Your mother and I thought we'd just confronted the worst horror we'd
ever see, but we were both wrong.

"Jane survived, and when she was able to talk clearly enough to tell
the police what had happened..."

I winced and slammed my right fist into my left palm before I spoke in
a whisper.

"The police called us to let us know what they'd found out because
they said Jane wanted us to know.  The leader of the gang was her
boyfriend and he worked at the same place I did.  He and I were
friends, in a way--and all I could think of was how many times he and
Jane had been over and I'd trusted him alone with your mother and you
while I went out for beer or food."

I looked at Warren's wide eyes and nodded grimly.  "I wanted to kill
him, but I had to settle for putting my fist through the wall.  I'm
not going to tell you what your mother wanted to do to him and his
friends, except to say she wanted them to live after she finished with
them because killing them wasn't punishment enough for what they'd
done to Jane.  She still thinks that even though he and his friends
all got put away for life without parole, they didn't get the
punishment they deserved."

When I stopped, Warren was looking in the direction of our bedroom.
"Wow.  I can't believe mom would ever get that angry.  That's scary."

"I know.  I had to work hard to calm her down after we sent you away
to do your chores and do whatever you wanted to do.  We didn't want
you where you could hear us, until we'd both calmed down a lot."

I leaned back and tried to stretch out the tension I felt.  "So that's
one reason I get so angry when I hear about rape."

He turned back and looked at me with way too much fear in his eyes.

"Dad?  What would you do if a girl accused me of raping her?"

I winced, then spoke honestly.  "I don't know.  I'd want to know the
truth, though, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't hurt you physically. I'd
be angry and hurt.  So would your mother, but she'd want to know the
truth, too.  We'd get a lawyer and do whatever needed to be done to
make sure we had the real story.  Some girls use the accusation of
rape to hurt someone, without thinking about what it does to the other
person, or them."

I sighed and faced him directly.  "If it turned out it was true, it
would hurt, but I'd let the legal system decide what to do with you,
then I'd see what I could do to get you any help you needed, so you
wouldn't do it again."

"If it wasn't true, we'd do everything we could to see that the girl
paid the price for her foolishness, and that your reputation was
cleared."

I looked down because I couldn't face him right then.  "And your
mother and I would still love you just as much as we do now, no matter
what the truth was.  That's NEVER going to change, no matter what you
do.  I hope you'll be able understand that, someday."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence until I forced myself to relax
and deliberately laugh and watch him react.

"The best thing you can do is make sure you never get yourself into a
situation where someone can make the accusation and be believed."

I grinned.  "And that means you and I will have to start using condoms
when we screw Jenny or Trisha, and so will your friends if they decide
to let them try.  The same for any girls you are with, of course.  I
was planning on buying some tomorrow but after that, I'll give you the
money to go buy your own,  ok?"

He blushed.  "Yeah.  It's gonna be embarrassing though when my friends
see me buying condoms."

"I know.  You tell your friends it's better to be embarrassed than get
a girl pregnant or have her accuse you of raping her, and have your
semen dripping from her to make the charge that much more believable.
And you'll use one especially if she insists she's on the pill and you
don't have to worry, ok?"

He jerked, and then smiled tentatively.  "Yeah!  Thanks, dad.  I don't
think any of my friend's parents are as understanding as you and mom
are."

I smiled.  "You'd be surprised, son.  We're planning a BBQ this
weekend so we can all talk and decide what to do about all our horny
children.  Be a good idea to invite all of your friends, too, so
everybody gets the news about what we decide, all at once."

"Wow!"

"Yep!"

I studied him briefly then hit him with the other part of our plans.
"Your mother and I are going to be pretty busy.  Think you could
handle doing all the cooking and stuff for your friends, so we don't
have to?"

He turned white.  "You mean like...  Be the host and everything?"

"Yes."

"That's scary."

I smiled.  "I'll tell you a secret.  Con some of your friends into
helping you.  Instead of telling them what's going to be happening and
stopping, tell them we've decied you can be trusted to have your own
BBQ, separate from the adults, this time, and you'll be in charge of
it but you need their help just like your mother and I always ask
people to help us out with things."

I held out my hand.  "Deal?"

He hesitated, then shook my hand frimly.  "Deal."

"Good!  This is Tuesday, so let us know by Friday morning, what you'll
need in the way of food and refreshments.  No alcohol though.  It's
going to be all day Saturday, unless it ends earlier, so plan
accordingly.  Lunch and dinner for sure and maybe some snacks for
anyone who didn't eat breakfast.  You know what we usually have, so
start with that, and ask your friends what they'd like.  Within
reason, we'll supply it, and I'm sure we'll be able to do something
with the leftovers, so don't worry about getting too much food."

"Wow.  Ok, dad.  Thanks!"

I let go of his hand and leaned back.  "Enough of me, for now.
Naturally I'm curious about what made you fuck Jenny before you'd had
sex with one of your girlfriends, but if you don't want to tell me,
that's ok.  I can live with being curious."

* * *
{Warren}

When dad suddenly asked me if I wanted to tell him about me and Jenny,
I knew I blushed and to kinda hide my nervousness I focused on petting
Trish while I thought about it.

"Uh...  Yeah...  I sorta told mom but I didn't tell her everything
even though I think she might have guessed a lot of it."

He chuckled.  "Doesn't surprise me.  Women always seem to know more
than a man really wants them to know.  You'll get used to it."

We grinned at each other and I knew we were sharing one of those 'man
things' that didn't really need to be talked about in the open.

It was kinda neat and it helped me relax because I knew he was really
treating me a lot like an adult and it made me feel good about
everything that had happened, even him telling me about their friend
Jane being raped and left to die.

He didn't have to tell me to keep that story a secret, either.  It
wasn't something I wanted to tell anyone anyway.  How could somebody
feel good about raping someone?

I mean fucking Jenny had felt really good but when I was done and
thought I'd raped her, I couldn't feel good about it any more until
she'd kinda said it was all ok but still...

Mom and dad both said I hadn't, that Jenny would have acted a lot
differently, and she was sleeping on my bed waiting for me like she
always did, so it must be that I really hadn't raped her and that was
good and it was even ok to fuck Trisha, too...

So, yeah.  Dad said he'd felt the same way before so he'd know what I
meant when I told him how it had happened and tried to describe how
I'd felt and I didn't think any of my friends would understand if I
told them what had happened but they'd probably laugh at me and tease
me or call me a pervert or...

Something worse.

Dad just thought it was unusual, but he was ok with it and even
willing to help me understand it better and he had said he and mom had
already been expecting me to someday fuck Kathy or some other girl,
like it was no big deal as long as we both wanted it to happen.  That
was awesome because Kathy was afraid of what would happen if her
parents found out and I knew she didn't want anyone to think she was a
slut or anything nasty like that.

When I got that far I kinda panicked because I'd given Kathy my word
that I wouldn't tell anyone what we'd done, but we hadn't been talking
about my parents,  just hers and our friends...  And I didn't think
I'd admitted Kathy had let me finger her and all that but...

"Uh, dad?  I guess I can't tell you everything after all.  I need to
ask Kathy first for permission or see if she'll come over and..."

I realized I'd just admited we'd done something we didn't want anyone
to know about and did that count as giving away a secret?  I hoped
not!

When I looked up he was still relaxed so it was ok.

"Warren?  I don't have a problem with that and I'm glad you thought it
through that far.  And I know it's a lot to ask because I know you
want to share what happened this evening, but you're going to have to
think about how Jenny and Trish would feel if you told everybody what
you and they had done.  Are you going treat them like good girls or
gossip about them like they were bad ones?"

I just sorta went blank when he said that.  I'd been thinking about
how neat it would be to tell someone what real sex was like, and that
I had permission to let others see if they could fuck them if they
wanted to try and then when dad said 'bad girls' I couldn't stop
myself from thinking about Marsha and how cool she was and that she
knew she could trust me because I didn't gossip about anyone like a
lot of guys did and she wasn't really a slut but everyone thought she
was and she couldn't have any real close friends any more because the
other girls were either jealous or didn't want to get her reputation
by associating her...

I sighed.  "I want to tell you, but...  Keep it secret until I talk to
Kathy?  It's not bad or anything like that, but I gotta explain how it
all started and I can't do that unless I explain why and you're gonna
figure it out anyway, I know you will because I would and you have to
be lots smarter about sex than I am..."

When he kinda snorted I looked at him and I could tell he wanted to
grin but it was an understanding one like he got when I'd done
something stupid and I knew I'd been caught but it was ok and I wasn't
really in trouble, just confused and he knew it, so I relaxed.

"Son, If you want me to keep it secret I will.  And Kathy and anyone
else would be welcome to come over and have private talks with your
mother or me, but they need to know that we'd at least tell their
parents they were doing it.  We wouldn't tell their parents what they
talked to us about though, because if we did that, we wouldn't be able
to trust *them* if you decided to tell them something you didn't want
them to tell us."

"Oh.  I hadn't thought about that part.  Do you really think that I
could talk to some of them like that?"

He did laugh this time.  "I do, and so does your mother.  That's one
of the things we're going to find out Saturday, then you and your
friends will know who you can talk to, and what about, before you have
to do it.  And if you need to talk to someone right away, and can't
think of who it should be when we aren't available or don't have the
answer you need, well, hopefully you or your friends will be able to
ask who they could talk to and not have to worry about the whole world
knowing."

That really surprised me.  I hadn't ever thought there might be
something I wanted to talk about, but never be able to tell my
parents, even though I'd been scared when I was trying to figure out
if I could talk to them about how I felt after I realized I might have
raped Jenny.  I couldn't think of anything either, not since it was
obvious they weren't upset about me fucking Jenny and knowing I wanted
to do it again.

Then I thought of Marsha and how she always wished she had an adult
she could trust who wouldn't get mad and call her a slut if she said
it wasn't that, she just liked sex and being close to a guy when it
was over.

"Uhh...  Dad?  Do you know about Marsha?"

He smiled a little oddly.  "Isn't she the girl who isn't afraid to
admit she likes sex as much as any guy does?"

I gaped and then blushed.  "Yeah.  She and I are friends, sorta, and I
think she likes me because I keep secrets and don't always try to make
out with her when we're together.  Could I invite her over to talk to
you or mom because she's always wanted to be able to talk to an adult
who wouldn't call her a whore or anything like that, just because
she..."  I sighed.  "She's a really good person when you get to know
her and I think she'd like to meet you and mom because her parents..."

He nodded slowly and got real serious.  "We've met her parents.  I
think they'd be ok with Marsha coming over to visit with you.  They
trust you more than they do most of the boys Marsha hangs out with.
She's told them she talks to you sometimes, so it wouldn't surprise
them, I think, if you invite her over to visit.  If her parents want
to call us to make sure we know you're inviting her, that's fine
because I think they *should* know where she'll be."

He smiled funny and winked.  "And if she winds up talking with your
mother or me, well, that's only courteous because we really are
interested in our son's friends, so we don't have to let her parents
know exactly what she talked about, right?"

"Uh...  Dad?  What if they ask one of us what she talked about with
you or mom?"

He grinned.  "Do what you do when we catch you doing something you
know you shouldn't be doing.  Be evasive, but don't lie, either.  You
can be very convincing when you want to be, and I think you'll have
plenty of incentive to be even better at it than usual.  I don't think
they'll press either of you very hard though.  One of us will see what
we can do to make sure of that when they call to make sure we know
what's going on."

Wow.  Adults sure are complicated and devious.  No wonder I couldn't
fool them very often or for very long.  Or were mom and dad especially
good at it for some reason?

"Thanks, Dad.  I'll talk to Marsha about coming over.  Can I invite
her to my BBQ?"

His eyebrows went way up.  "Are you sure you want to do that?  You
know what a lot of your friends think of her, better than I do..."

"Uhh..."  I sorta blushed, I think.  "They already tease us a lot
because I talk to her.  They're used to seeing us hang together
sometimes, and Kathy's really one of her friends, even though they
don't see each other a lot at school or anything.  Kathy's always
saying Marsha doesn't have enough real friends and she's glad I like
Marsha enough to treat her like a girl and not a slut."

I took a deep breath and nodded really hard.  "Yeah.  I want to invite
her.  I'm sure of it.  I don't know if her parents will want to come
though, they're pretty stand offish about meeting people, even us kids
when we stop to say hello to Marsha."

He nodded.  "It's your decision.  Would it be better if I or your
mother invited all of them, instead?"

I smiled with relief.  "Yeah!  I bet they'd let Marsha come over if
mom asked."

"Ok.  We'll do it that way.  Tell Marsha to have them call your mother
about the BBQ we're having on Saturday."

Then I remembered he had asked me if I would tell him how things had
happened earlier so I wound up fucking Jenny.

"Dad?  Sorry I sorta forgot about telling you about me and Jenny.  I
wasn't planning on fucking her or anything like that.  And I'm really
sorry I hurt her a little and I stopped as soon as she started to try
and get away and I let her go because it scared me and I didn't want
to hurt her.  Then she came back and started licking me and mom caught
us and she told me what I'd done wrong and when I'd tried doing some
of what mom suggested Jenny got really, really wet and mom had said
Jenny hadn't been wet enough and I remembered and did like mom said
and made sure I could get two of my fingers in real easy and once that
happened, that was when I lost control and tried to fuck her and I
couldn't get lined up or anything then all of a sudden I was in her
and I fucked her and came inside her and sorta lost track of things
and when I realized I was on top I managed to roll to one side and
then while I was thinking about what I'd done Jenny licked me and I
sorta screamed and she cleaned me up, then she cleaned herself and
that was neat how she was so neat about it and then she just came up
and put her head on my chest like she always does and I petted her and
we went to sleep."

Then I decided to tell him why I'd been touching Jenny at first.  "You
gotta keep this secret until I tell Kathy I told you.  A couple days
ago we were talking about sex and she asked me why I hadn't tried to
make out with Marsha because Marsha had asked her about that and I
said I didn't want Marsha thinking I was like everyone else and that
Marsha hadn't asked me and I didn't know if I would or not if she did
so Kathy let me feel her up and then she kinda showed me how to make a
girl feel good without fucking her.

"Anyway, just before mom came in Jenny was on her back like usual and
I was petting her and I realized she was a girl too and I sorta
wondered if she felt like Kathy did or if she was different because
she sure looked different so I started feeling her real slow and
careful and she sort of sighed and acted like she was real happy, then
she got up and her tail went sideways like she was in heat and I just
sort of knew she wanted me to fuck her so I tried and that was when I
did something wrong and she yipped and you know the rest..."

I realized I'd been talking real fast and excited like so I stopped
and looked at my dad.  "Jerking off is fun and it feels good but when
I fucked Jenny it was a lot different and just so intense I could have
died and never known it and I think I did sorta go blank for awhile
because I can't remember what happened and I want to because..."

I sighed.  "Well..  Just because, that's all.  Will it be like that
when I fuck a girl?"

I could tell he was trying to keep from laughing and I started to grin
back because I knew I must have sounded real enthusiastic and silly
and...

We both just started laughing real hard and we were still laughing
when mom came in but she didn't say anything, just hugged both of us
and then sat down on the floor and Spike sat next to her and she
hugged him and smiled. Then Jenny came in and she jumped up on the
couch and wanted attention so I started petting her and I knew
everything was ok.

I mean REALLY ok and that was real nice.

Finally, after we'd all laughed awhile and grinned at each other, dad
managed to stop laughing so he could smile at me.

"I don't know if it will be better or not, that will depend on the two
of you.  You'll remember a lot of it though, and even if it isn't
'better', it will be different and probably just as good as long as
you take your time with each other.  And to make sure you do have
enough time to do it right, you and whichever girl you decide to have
*that* first time with will be welcome here, any time.  You don't have
to tell us it's going to happen, just make sure your door is closed
and latched.  Once you do that, you two can do whatever you want, and
we'll ignore whatever we hear unless it sounds like someone is in
pain."

I knew my eyes went wide with my surprise.  "Really?"

Mom reached over to touch my leg.  "Really."

Then she giggled.  "It doesn't have to be 'one girl and one guy'
either.  But maybe you'd better think real hard about letting Jenny or
Trisha be in your room when it happens.  Both of them like to join in,
somehow.  Trisha can be extremely pushy when she's excited.  Jenny's a
lot calmer about being around people when they are fucking.  And you'd
better be pretty sure whoever it is ok with the chance of that
happening before you keep either or both of them in the room with you
if you plan on making out."

They looked at each other and then dad pointed at me and Jenny and
Trisha.  "And now it's time for you and these girls to go to your
bedroom for the night.  We're not going to bother telling you to try
and get some sleep.  Just remember you'll still have to go to school,
and if your grades get too low because you aren't getting enough
sleep, *then* we'll do something about the situation."

He waved at the door.  "Not another word!  I don't think I can deal
with you babbling like that again tonight.  Go!"

He was grinning again so I knew he wasn't upset even though he was
serious about me not saying anything.

So I got up and called Jenny and Trisha so they knew it was ok to come
to bed with me.

Then, when we were in my bedroom I made sure my door was closed and
latched because I knew I didn't want them walking in on us, even
though I was pretty sure they wouldn't check on me like they usually
did even if I'd left it part way open.

* * *
{Lisa}

I managed to keep my giggles under control until we heard Warren's
door close and rattle a little when he made sure it was latched.  Once
that stopped I got up and closed the door to the den before I settled
on the couch and let go of my giggles until I was laughing so hard I
was crying.

By then Spike had jumped on the couch and was trying to lick my face
because I was so happy and excited and that got him going and he liked
to lick happy people to show he was having fun, too.

Vic, bless him, stayed in his chair and waited us out.

Eventually I calmed down and made Spike settle.

When I was sure Spike wasn't going to go off again I looked up and
grinned.  "So what were you two laughing so hard about?"

He chuckled.  "He'd just finished telling me, without really pausing
for breath,  that fucking Jenny had been an accident, and he was upset
because he couldn't remember anything except having problems lining up
and then he was in her and he lost control while he fucked her.  It
was after he orgasmed when he realized he was on top and she was
pinned underneath him so he managed to roll off of her so he wouldn't
hurt her.  And I was right about her licking his penis while it was
still too sensitive to be touched."

My eyebrows went up.  "An accident?

"Yep!  I promised I wouldn't say her name to anyone, but there's a
girl out there who wants him bad enough that she's working real hard
to seduce him.  She got him to feel her up and she even started
teaching him how to please a woman without fucking her."

"That's wonderful, but what does that have to do with 'accidentally'
fucking Jenny?"

He smiled.  "Jenny was on her back and he was petting her like he
usually does, and he suddenly realized Jenny's a girl."

I snickered at that and he laughed before he went on with his story.

"Then he started wondering if she felt the same or not because she
looked different than a girl did.  So he started exploring, and at
some point Jenny must have decided she wanted more because she got up
and flagged him.  He knew what she wanted, so he tried to fuck her and
that was when she yipped and pulled away.  He said he let go as soon
as she yipped because he was scared and he didn't want to hurt her."

He laughed gently.  "I think he only surprised her and she wasn't
upset because she came right back and started licking his penis.  That
was when you surprised him, and you know most of the rest, I think. He
did follow your advice and got her well lubricated before he fucked
her."

His eyes turned inward and he smiled gently.  "You know, I think she
helped him by curling herself to make it easier to line up.  She's
used to me putting her on a pillow or one of us raising her
hindquarters until she's high enough for me to penetrate her when we
fuck missionary style, and maybe she realized he wasn't going to do
it, so she did.  Could have been a trained reflex, though.  Doesn't
matter.  At least we know who started it--and it wasn't Warren, like
I'd assumed."

I started giggling again.  "He must have been really surprised when
she flagged him.  Whoever this girlfriend of his is, and I can make a
good guess, you know, she must have already taught him about massaging
the area around the clitoris.  That's the only thing that makes Jenny
impatient enough to flag like that when she's not in estrus."

Vic laughed and then he chopped off his laughter and got unusually
serious.  "It gets better.  Saturday is going to be a bomb waiting to
go off if we don't handle things right."

I sobered.  "Oh?"

"Yeah.  I told him about the BBQ and then got him to agree to host a
separate one for him and his friends because you and I will be too
busy.  I told him why we're having it, too, so he's going to get as
many of his friends to show up as he can, so they'll hear about
whatever we decide amongst us."

I nodded slowly.  "That makes sense, but I don't see any potential
problems that would be worth calling a 'bomb waiting to go off'."

He sighed and looked worried.  "I'm proud as hell for what he wants to
do, but I can't help being worried, too.  He's sure he wants to invite
Marsha and her parents.  He's taken the time to get to know her and he
treats her like a girl, not the slut everyone calls her, because he
knows she's not one, she just likes sex a lot--and cuddling during the
afterglow."

I winced.  "That *is* a serious problem."

He sighed.  "And, there's more and it's complicated..."

I laughed a little sourly.  "With Warren involved, I'm not surprised.
Tell me the rest of it."

He sighed.  "Just remember, you asked."

"Ok."

"Marsha and this currently nameless girlfriend of his are friends of
sorts, and they exchange girl type confidences.  Marsha wondered out
loud why Warren hasn't tried to make out with her, and he told me she
hasn't asked him, and he doesn't want her thinking he's her friend
just because he thinks she'll put out for him if he asks her to.  He's
not even sure he'd fuck her even if she asked him to."

I blinked with my surprise.  "That sounds like he's pretty serious
about her."

"Maybe.  No, I guess he is, but he thinks she needs a friend who
treats her like a real person, and so does his other girlfriend.
Anyway, when she passed on Marsha's question, she must have done
something else, too because that was when she let him cop a feel and
she showed him a little about pleasing a woman.  Tell you the truth, I
not sure who she did that for.  Herself, Warren or even for Marsha, to
be sure there was one boy who'd treat her right instead of just
fucking her."

I knew my eyes widened.  "I don't have to guess.  I know who this
nameless girlfriend is."

Then I remembered a brief comment Warren had made.  "I just
remembered.  He told me her name in passing, but it didn't register
because it was who we've always assumed it would be and I don't think
he really realized he'd told me her name.  Kathy."

Vic smiled.  "Well,  he told me her name, but I agreed to keep it
secret until he talked to her and let her know he'd told me what
happened.  It wasn't an easy decision for him, either.  So I won't
confirm or deny who it is."

Then he finally frowned.  "And now we come into the picture.
Apparently Marsha has told Warren she can't talk to her parents about
how she feels, and she would lke to have at least one adult she could
open up to, who would look past the image everyone has given her, to
see the real Marsha."

 I sighed.  "And he elected us, didn't he?"

"Yep.  I agreed and I even helped him figure out a way to keep things
low key.  He's going to have her ask her parents to call us about the
BBQ this Saturday and you're going to reassure them it's ok and invite
all of them over.  At some point it's likely he'll get us aside
without her parents around if they do show up, which he doubts they
will do, so we can do the courteous thing and get to know a little
about one of his friends that we've never had a chance to meet."

He smirked.  "Of course what gets discussed privately is something
nobody needs to really know, is it?"

I couldn't decide if I wanted to glare, sigh or giggle, so I settled
for a long suffering sigh.  "I'll see what I can do about getting
their permission to be her confidant, if she asks me.  It should be
fairly easy to do, since that's what we'll be offering to all his
friends anyway.  If it's not something special, done just for Marsha,
I can't really see them refusing to let her open up if she wants to.
They're good people, mostly.  They just aren't really comfortable with
talking about sexuality unless it's het and monogamous.  Marsha must
have them in a panic and trying to 'fix' a problem that most people
know doesn't exist.  Poor girl must be frantic by now if Warren and
his girlfriend are about the only people who treat her like there's
nothing wrong with her."

I came fully out of my comtemplation to see him grinning lopsidedly. I
knew what he was grinning about so I shrugged a little.  "Yes, she
reminds me of me at that age, so you don't need to point that out. For
that reason alone I'd help her somehow, and you know I would.  All
this fancy footwork will do is make it a lot easier and keep it in the
open, where it should be."

He nodded and held out his hand.  "Thanks, Love."

I took his hand and let myself smile tenderly.  "No thanks needed.
It's for our son, and yes, I'm proud of him too."

I tilted my head slightly to indicate the empty spot on my left side.
"Now, get over here where you belong, instead of sitting there like
you're afraid to sit next to me while you manipulate me into doing
what you know I would have done without all this beating around the
bush."

He laughed.  "But I like looking at you."

I sneezed at him.  "Not as much as you like feeling me."

"True.  And you do realize the odds are in favor of Warren losing his
'human' viginity to two girls at once, this Saturday--if we can set
things up so nobody realizes the three of them are alone at the same
time?"

I giggled.  "That problem is already solved.  The BBQ starts at noon,
and I'm going to make sure Marsha and Kathy are here for an early
breakfast so they can help him get his BBQ organized before his other
friends start to show up.  I might even offer them the use of the den
so they can spend the night so they won't have to get up as early as
they would need to otherwise."

Then I thought about it.  "No.  that's too obvious.  If they suggest
it, We'll reluctantly agree if it's ok with their parents and we'll
make it a point to let their parents know we'll be there to chaperone
them.  I don't think we'll fool anyone, but at least appearances will
be maintained."

He settled next to me and wrapped me in a hug before he laughed.  "I
knew I could count on you when it came to finding a way for Warren to
have a chance to get laid, if that's what he wants to do finally.
Should we warn him so he doesn't stay up all night Friday?"

I giggled.  "No.  Lets see if he figures it out when I tell him I want
them here early so they can spend some time together making sure the
BBQ will be a success.  And if he doesn't, I'm sure those girls will
be smart enough to take advantage of the situation whether he's awake
enough to think straight or not.  If they're the kind of girls I think
they are, they'll make sure he doesn't make a total fool of himself
later, even if he's too tired to really know what's going on."

"Evil woman!"

"Yep!  That was why you married me, remember?"

* * *
{Warren}

Wednesday evening, mom and dad were waiting for me when I got home
from Kathy's.  It was unusual, but they did that sometimes, just to
make sure everything was ok.

What surprised me was the way they looked at me before mom got a sort
of funny look on her face and asked me a question.

"What did you tell Marsha to tell her parents?"

"Huh?"  I had to think about it.  "Oh.  Just that we were having a
neighborhood BBQ and that you thought it would be a good chance to
meet her and her parents, finally."

She and dad looked at each other and he shrugged.  "Never lied to us
before, right?"

I got real nervous because I'd been careful about how I'd told Marsha
what was going on.  I hadn't really said she'd have a chance to talk
mom and dad if she wanted to, but I'd sorta said all my friends
thought they were cool and easy to talk to and they really did want to
meet her and her parents now they knew she and I were friends.

Dad must have realized I was nervous because he just smiled a little
and shrugged again before he looked at mom. She finally nodded and
looked at me again.  "You didn't say anything about her maybe spending
the night, Friday?"

"No!"  Then I tried to explain it.  "Sure, we've talked about it a few
times.  But we both know it's a dream because even though her parents
kinda like me, they don't trust her to spend the night with ANY guy
unless she's going to fuck them.  I mean people already think we do,
but we don't and once I asked her about that, and...  Well, she just
kinda said she thinks we'll know when we'll be ready to fuck each
other and she does want to and I guess I do too, but it's not like
we're in a hurry to do it and we both like being friends who can talk
to each other about things other than how horny we are, like all the
other guys do around her and even most of the girls who bother to talk
to her instead of always fucking with her head because they're jealous
or think she's just a really bad person.  It's just like Kathy and I
are.  We're...   Friends and we don't want to mess that up 'cause we
don't have a lot of friends we can really trust, ya know?"

Mom got real calm, like she does when she's getting angry with someone
and she knows she can't do anything about it, and I wanted to vanish
but I knew that if I tried to move she'd notice and...

"Well, Victor.  At least the bomb went off early enough nobody is
going to get *really* hurt."

Dad sorta slumped like he'd had a real bad day at work and just wanted
to forget it.  Then he looked at me and sorta...smiled, but it wasn't
a real happy smile and it was really sad and frustrated.  Then when he
spoke he was watching me but I knew he was talking to mom.

"Well, there's no doubt Warren is my son, is there?  He didn't do a
damn thing, and yet..."

Mom sighed.  "And yet, in spite of everything, you and I met, and the
rest we know about, so I think we can assume a happy ending this time,
too."

He nodded.  "Intresting times, indeed."

They finally smiled at each other before mom acted like she remembered
I was still there.  "We don't know what happened when Marsha talked to
her parents, but when they called, they said they were tired of trying
to hammer some sense into Marsha, and since we wanted to meet her,
they had no problem with her coming to your BBQ, even though they
wouldn't have time this weekend to come themselves.

"Then they dumped her on us.  She should be here in about an hour or
so, because they're kicking her out and don't want her back until
she's 'learned to be a responsible young woman' and neither one of
them cares if that happens or not, at this point.  Looks like we're
getting a daughter, and you're getting a sister."

I shivered.  "I knew it was bad for her at home, but that bad?"

Dad sorta winced before he sighed.  "Probably worse.  The impression
we got was that they've just been waiting for Marsha to have a place
to go, because in spite of how they feel, they didn't want her
actually on the streets by herself.  They still care that much,
anyway."

"That sucks."

Dad sighed again.  "Yes, it does.  When she gets here, you and Marsha
are going to go to your room or the den, and do whatever it takes to
help her start dealing with what's happened.  You'd better call Kathy
immediately, just in case Marsha hasn't.  If Kathy wants to come over,
it will be fine with us, and there's plenty of bedding so we can
figure out something until we get the spare bedroom emptied and set up
however Marsha wants it.  Tell her she can redecorate it any way she
wants, because as long as she wants to stay here, that room will be
hers, and hers alone.  If it means going out and buying new furniture,
we'll do it, just like we did for you when we gave you your room.
She's family, now, and family is forever around here.  It's up to you,
and maybe Kathy, to convince her of that.  Your mother and I will do
what we can, but she's not going to want to trust adults right now,
and we understand that.  Ok?"

He reached to scratch his ear while he thought about something and
that was when I noticed his hand had a bandage on it.  I must have
stared at it too long because he noticed, looked at his hand and then
shrugged as if it was nothing real important.  "Yeah.  I'll have to
patch a hole in the bedroom wall, again.  Sorry you had to learn it
this way, but there are worse types of rape than physical ones. Marsha
needs your trust and understanding right now, because her parents just
raped her mind and she's not going to be in good shape, no matter how
brave a front she puts on for the world.  Help her with it so that
someday that false front becomes the real thing."

I shuddered because I knew dad had deliberately used the word rape so
I'd understand what he was trying to tell me.

And deep down, I knew there was only one way I could convince  Marsha
she could trust all of us.

I'd have to tell her about me, Jenny, and Trisha.  And that meant...

"Uh...  Mom?  Dad?  May I tell her about you and the dogs?  I'm gonna
tell her about me, and I think she'll guess anyway once she thinks
about it."

Mom sighed.  "Are you sure about telling her?"

I sighed back.  "Mom?  You told me last night that trust has to go
both ways, or it can't be depended on, right?  Well, if she's not
going to be able to trust us right away, I'll have to trust her first,
and I guess that means you folks have to trust her first, too."

Mom nodded.  "It's your decision, then.  Do whatever it takes, and
we'll sort out any problems as they happen.  Make sure you tell Marsha
she can talk to your father or me whenever she's ready to, and that we
won't press her about it, ever.  I hope she'll believe you.  She might
not accept that right away, so be patient with her and don't make a
big issue of it."

"Yeah.  Ok.  I hope I don't screw things up worse.  Can I go now?  I'd
better call Kathy before Marsha gets here."

"Go. And Warren?  We'll be rooting for you."

"Thanks, Mom.  Dad.  I'm gonna need all the help I can get."

"We know."

I used the phone in the den to call Kathy and when I told her what had
happened she started cussing, then she calmed down a little and we
talked it over and decided I should tell Marsha that Kathy would come
over if Marsha wanted her to, but otherwise they could talk at school
tomorrow.

Then Kathy got real serious and told me that I shouldn't really change
the way I treated Marsha, but just sorta act normal and if we sat
togther I should just do whatever we usually did when we were
together.  Just be there for her and be her friend, like always.

I admited I was scared and she sorta giggled and then reminded me that
Marsha was going to be scared, too, so we had even more in common than
we thought we did and I kinda laughed and asked what I should do if
Marsha wanted me to fuck her and she got real quiet and serious again
and said 'Don't fuck her.  Make love to her, just like I showed you,
then, you go ahead and fuck her and make sure you cuddle with her and
don't even *think* about getting up to go to the bathroom.  If she
starts crying, you let her, and wait her out.  She'll tell you why she
was crying when she's ready to, but it will be a good thing even if
she doesn't tell you why she's crying.  Trust me.'

I was laughing by the time she finished but we both knew she was dead
serious and if I didn't do what she'd told me to do, she'd get even,
later.  So I tried to deepen my voice so I sounded like dad and said
"Yes, Dear.  I'll do it your way." and she got silent, then she tried
to laugh but couldn't and she gave up and whispered.  "I was hoping I
would be your first, but I'm glad it might be Marsha.  She loves you
almost as much as I do, I think."

I couldn't think of anything to say and she'd hung up anyway, so it
wouldn't have mattered.

I hung up and I was still thinking about what she'd said when the
doorbell rang, so I shouted 'I'll get it!'  Then I took a deep breath
and shivered a little, but I got to the door before Marsha could start
thinking we hadn't heard it or something stupid and start thinking we
weren't going to let her in, which was silly but she wouldn't know
that.

When I opened the door Marsha had her back to it and she was looking
down the street.

"Uh...  Hi, Marsha.  Mom and dad told me what happened.  That's why
I'm answering the door.  They're gonna stay out of the way until
you're ready to trust them and I called Kathy to let her know and
she'll come over if you want her to but otherwise she'll see you at
school tomorrow like always and you can talk to her then if you want
to."

Marsha finally turned around and I could tell she'd been crying but
she didn't even try to wipe the tears away like she usually did.  She
just grabbed me and hugged me real tight for awhile and started crying
again.  I didn't know what to do so I sorta hugged her back and she
squeezed me even more and cried some more until she finally loosened
up a little and looked up at me seriously.  "It's really ok if I stay
here?"

"Yeah.  Mom and dad are giving you the spare bedroom and they said to
tell you can redecorate it any way you want and if you want new stuff
or whatever they'll buy it for you just like they did for me whem they
gave me my room."

She looked shocked and then she whispered sorta scared like. "Really?"

I nodded.  "Yeah.  You're family, now, and around here, family is
forever."

Then the dogs showed up and started greeting her and she relaxed a
little.  "Let me guess.  The one with the slowly wagging tail is
Jenny, and the one who thinks she should climb me so she can lick my
face is Trisha.  And that reserved gentleman over there has to be
Spike."

I laughed, then remembered we were standing with the door open. "Yeah,
You got them right.  Come on in.

I looked around and I knew I looked puzzled. because she pulled away
slightly.  "What's wrong."

"Where's your stuff?"

She held up her book bag.  "This is it for now.  I think I was lucky
to be able to grab it.  They were in a hurry, you know?"

"Uhhh..  Ok.  They going to bring any of your clothes over and other
stuff?"

"Let's talk about it when we're someplace private, ok?"

"Yeah.  Sorry.  Come on.  I'll show you your room and then we can
do...  Whatever.  You hungry or anything?"

She sighed and stepped past me.  After I closed the door and she'd
petted the dogs a little, she looked around.  "You sure they won't
kick me out?  I bet mom and dad really went off and told them
everything, you know.  All I did was tell them about the BBQ, and they
got these real funny looks and called right away.  Next thing I knew
they were telling me they didn't want me in the house any more and
that they were taking me someplace so I wouldn't be on the streets,
but they didn't care what happened after that...  So I don't know what
I'm going to do, you know?  I didn't know we were coming to your place
until we were halfway here and they told me they were glad to get rid
of the whoring slut they'd raised."

I closed my eyes and groaned.  Dad had been right.  It was worse than
I'd thought.

When I opened them again Marsha was watching me.  "What was that for?"

"When they told me what happened, I told them I'd known it was bad at
your place, but was it really *that* bad and dad just kinda winced and
said it was probably worse than what we already knew about.  Now I
know he was right."

"Oh."  Then she looked around again  "So where are your parents?"

"Probably in their bedroom, or the kitchen.  They said they'd stay out
of the way until you're ready.to talk to them.  They also said it's ok
for us to go to my bedroom or the den for some privacy if we wanted
it."

She looked at me in surprise.  "After what my parents must have told
them, they're ok with you and I?..."

At last I had a reason to smile.  "I told them about us being friends,
yesterday.  They already knew what's being said, and neither one of
them believes it and they're glad I didn't.  I told dad you always
wanted an adult you could talk to, I mean *really* talk to, and I told
dad I think they should be there for you like they are for me.  That
was one of the two main reasons we wanted you and your parents to come
to my BBQ."

Her eyes were wide and she sorta jerked before she whispered her
question.  "What was the other reason?"

I smiled and dared to hug her before I kissed her on the lips.  "I'm
inviting all my friends because dad asked me to host my own BBQ at the
same time, and you're one of them, ok?  Dad asked me if I was sure,
because he knew about what everybody thinks and how they might treat
you, but I insisted, and he didn't have a problem with it anyway, he
just wanted to make sure I knew there might be problems, is all."

She blushed.  "Wow.  I sorta knew you cared, but I didn't know you
cared for me *that* much.  That's a weird feeling, you know?  I've
never had a guy tell me that before."

It was my turn to blush.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  You know why people hang with me.  The guys do it because they
think I'm an easy lay, and the girls do it because they hope one of
the guys will notice them and screw them instead."

I shivered.  "Yeah, I guess I did know that.  But that's not why Kathy
and I wanted to be your friends.  It's not like we don't know you like
sex a lot and aren't afraid to admit it.  It's just that we like you
and we both think it's stupid that a girl can't be as honest about
liking sex as much as guys do, you know?"

She looked around again.  "You're parents are the same way?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  Until yesterday I wouldn't have believed how easy
they are about sex."

She laughed and hugged me.  "Well?  You gonna tell me about it?"

I sighed.  I'd planned on telling her, but it was still hard, now that
I knew I had to.  "Yeah, But I want to be in private when I do, ok?
The den or my bedroom?"

She got an odd look.  "What about my bedroom?  I'd kinda like to start
by decorating it with some happy memories."

"Uhh...  Maybe I'd better tell you part of it now, just in case."

"Just in case?"

"Yeah.  I'm still a virgin, but I'm not, really."

"That doesn't make sense.  If you're not a virgin, who got your
cherry?"

I sighed and let go of her so could I turn her around, then I
deliberately pointed at the dogs.  "It was sorta accidental, but
yesterday evening, Jenny got my cherry, then I spent most of the night
fucking her and Trisha."

"You?..."

"Yeah.  Both of them, last night and this morning."

"That's..."  She shook herself and then went on carefully.  "Do your
parents know?"

"Yeah.  I had tried to fuck Jenny after she flagged me, and I did
something wrong and she yipped and pulled away.  She was licking my
dick when mom opened the door and caught me.  She was just checking on
Jenny to make sure she was ok.  After I told her what had happened,
she told me what I'd done wrong and how to make sure it didn't happen
again.  Then she told me that as long as I didn't hurt Jenny, they'd
leave us alone.  It was later that they gave me permission to fuck
Trisha, if she'd let me."

I smiled while I remembered.  "It was awesome and I didn't get much
sleep, but I guess the cuddling made up for it, you know?"

"Yes...  I *do* know..."

She suddenly spun back to stare at my face.  "Do you still want to
screw girls?"

"Yeah.  That reminds me.  I'd better warn you that they told me the
dogs like to join in when people are screwing, so I have to keep them
out if I think the girl wouldn't like that.  Oh, something else mom
did.  She made me promise that nobody would do anything with Spike,
not even tease him, unless she or dad were there, and she showed me
why.  Well, she showed me first then made me promise, but that doesn't
matter.  He's...  Huge and long, but he's got this bulge at the base
of his dick and it's *way* bigger than a baseball, and Spike is always
knocking me down when we play together.  It would be really easy for
him to rape someone and there's nothing we could do until the bulge
goes away.  Mom said it would probably put whoever he fucked in the
hospital, and I believe her."

She got red in the face.  "Do you realize you've admitted your mom and
dad fuck dogs?"

"Yeah.  I asked them for permission though when they told me you were
going to be living here.  I knew I wouldn't be able to hide from you,
and I knew you were smart enough to figure it out even if we tried to
hide it."

She was silent a long time and then she hugged herself.  "Any more
surprises or house rules I should know about right away?"

"You're ok with me fucking the dogs?"

"Yeah.  Surprised me at first, and sounded sorta...   Perverted, you
know?  But as soon as I thought about how my parents treated me..."

She sighed.  "I couldn't do that to anyone, not even them.  You know?"

"Yeah.  I do know.  Last night mom and dad started explaining how hard
things were going to be for me if I kept screwing Jenny and Trisha,
and it has to be way worse than what people do to you, but I decided
if they survived all these years and can be who they are, I can do it,
too."

She hugged me again and kissed me kinda seriously before she leaned
back.  "So.  Those other rules?"

"Well, you already know about the chores and stuff, so I imagine that
eventually you and they will figure out some for you to do.  But the
main one is that we don't fuck the dogs anywhere other than in our
bedrooms because they've spent years teaching them not to do it
anywhere else.  I guess that would include your bedroom even though
they haven't talked about it with you, yet.  And that would go for any
sex, too, I guess, unless they decided it was ok somewhere else.  Just
make sure your door is closed and latched.  Oh, and all the guys have
to use condoms no matter who they fuck, and especially if the girl
insists she's on the pill."

"That's it?"  She sounded a little stunned and I could relate to that.

"Yeah.  Uh...  They also made it clear they wouldn't get upset if I
tried being gay, so I guess that applies to you, too.  They sorta
hinted they *wanted* me to at least try it sometime, just so I'd know
what it was like and could really figure out if I wanted to keep doing
it or not."

Her eyes were wide and her jaw was dropped so I knew she was
surprised.  She finally closed her jaw slowly.  "Warren?  Is there any
sexuality they *don't* accept?"

I winced.  "Yeah.  Rape.  But as long as everyone involved wants the
sex to happen, they're ok with it, and I believe them.  I was told:
'No games.  Until you know each other real good, no always means no,
even if it's something like someone being accidentaly hurt'. "

Then I looked at Marsha and got real serious.  "They have reasons for
hating people who rape or force someone to have sex.  I think if you
ask them, they'll tell you why.  It's pretty ugly and I kinda wish I'd
never asked why dad hates rapists, but I'm glad I did ask."

Then I remembered something I thought might mean a lot to her.  I knew
it would to me if he'd done if after hearing somebody had treated me
like her parents had treated her.

"Uhh..  Marsha?  Dad may not tell you this but after he heard what
your parents had done to you today, he put his fist through their
bedroom wall.  He's only done that one other time that I know of, and
it was after he'd found out someone he worked with and trusted had led
a gang who beat up the guy's own girlfriend, raped her and then left
her to die.  He and mom accidentally found her though, and she lived.
That was how they found out who'd done it to her and some other women,
who *had* died."

I sighed and hugged her.  "Just before you got here, they told me rape
isn't always physical. and that I should do whatever it takes to help
you survive what's happened to you.  Kathy said the same thing when I
called her, even though she'd been hoping she'd be my first.  If you
want to, she's ok with you taking my cherry.  She doesn't know about
me and the dogs though.  Mom and dad will help, too, if you let them,
and I think you should."

She hugged me and started crying, then she pulled out of our hug and
grabbed my hand before she giggled.  "Come on.  You and the dogs can
show me my room, and then we can all start redecorating it with those
good memories."

* * *
{Marsha}

I'd been real scared and hurt and numb and wondering if I should like
myself or not and I still had trouble believing my parents had kicked
me out like they had, but watching their car go away made it pretty
real, I guessed.

They'd said Warren's folks would take me in, but they'd lied to me so
much, I couldn't believe them, not really, even though I knew he liked
me a lot and it wasn't because he wanted to get laid.

So I was just sorta standing there after I'd cried myself out before
I'd pushed the little button that rang their doorbell.

It seemed like it took forever before Warren opened the door but I
knew it couldn't have been too long since I could still see those
taillights that kept tellling me my life was over because every time
they blinked they mocked me by saying stop, stop, stop...

Then he said hi and told me he knew what had happened but he didn't
act like it was a big deal and that I was welcome and it was just like
I was visiting a friend but he knew that I knew it wasn't like that,
not really, so I needed someone to touch me and tell me I wasn't going
to be by myself and he didn't jerk away or anything, just treated me
like he always did Kathy when she was upset and that sorta scared me
but it felt good, too.

He'd told me about the dogs and how friendly they were, and it was
funny because I'd never been around dogs like his and it was real nice
too because I knew they didn't care if I just liked sex and wanted to
feel good all the time.

But when I got inside and the door closed I knew it was really over
with my parents, and that scared me and I still couldn't believe his
parents would accept me after what I'd heard my parents tell them,
especially when I didn't see them anywhere.

But then he explained what was going on and I couldn't believe I was
going to have my own room and all that and it just sorta scared me
even more.

Then he told me about him and the dogs and that shocked me, but he
didn't seem worried about it all and his parents knew and didn't get
mad but actually helped him and that was really freaky because mom had
always avoided telling me anything about sex except about what to do
when I started having periods.

She'd acted real angry about something and called it a curse, and then
made a special point of getting me on the pill just in case some boy
raped me or had his way with me and she didn't want me having sex, but
she knew it could happen even so.

I think she hated sex or something because I couldn't remember her
ever saying anything good about it, especially after I was old enough
to get pregnant.

I wasn't their innocent little girl any more and she resented that, or
something.  All I really knew was that she hated me for some reason
and that was the only one that made any sense when I tried to figure
out why she hated me so much when I started having my periods

And now I was alone but maybe I really did have a home and it was
freaky because I'd been taught good people didn't fuck animals but
Warren did and I knew he was a good person and it sounded like his
parents were really special, too.

I sorta wanted to meet them right away to thank them but I didn't,
either, and it was really freaky how they seemed to have known I'd be
feeling that way before they'd met me.

So now I had my book bag in one hand and Warren's hand in the other
and I knew I must sound really weird because even though I hurt a lot
I was giggling and he was going to show me my room and we could be
alone in it and his parents didn't mind...

"Uh..."

Am I blushing?  Yeah.  I guess I am and I've never done that around a
boy before.

Warren looked at me and waited.

I blushed even more.  "You got any condoms?  You know, in case we..."

"I can get some.  Dad said he'd buy some this morning and make sure
some were in my room by the time I got home.  Want me to get them?"

"Mmm...  Yeah,  I think you should.  Sometimes I forget all I was
going to do was cuddle or something and things..."

He actually laughed!

"Yeah.  I know what you mean.  That happened the first time I fucked
Jenny.  All I wanted to do was explore a little and then I was fucking
her because it was really, really obvious she wanted me to and I wish
I could remember all of it but I can't and I thought because I'd lost
control I'd raped her but mom and dad convinced me I hadn't."

Then he got a real weird look, as if something scared him real bad.
"Marsha?  Uhh...  Will you be ok if I lose control and just fuck you
if we start making out?  I don't think I'll lose it, but I  might,
because I've never fucked a girl before and if it's as good as it was
with Jenny...  I don't know if I'll be able to control myself even
though I can with Jenny and Trisha, now, and I don't want you thinking
I raped you, if that happens."

And that was *real* freaky because I couldn't remember any guy being
so worried about me thinking he'd raped me because he'd lost control,
that he'd apologize before anything happened.

"Warren?  All I want to do is get naked and cuddle, ok?  I want to
feel loved, and I don't need sex to feel that way.  But I want to be
safe, and yes, we both know I'm on the pill, but you said..."

Then I sighed.  "But ok.  I promise I won't think you raped me.  You
wouldn't be the first guy who lost control while we were making out
and we wouldn't be doing that if I didn't trust you anyway.  I'm a LOT
more careful about that than everyone thinks, but you know that
already 'cause I know I've told you a lot of times when I get mad
about what people keep saying."

He surprised me by glancing at down the hallway and then he didn't say
anything, like he was thinking real hard.

Finally he nodded to himself and looked at me and had a strange smile
on his face.  "I'll get the condoms.  Will it be ok if we make sure
I'm wearing one while we cuddle?  I won't try to fuck you, but I think
it will stay on even when I'm soft because I don't really get much
smaller than when I'm hard.  That way, if we get serious, we won't
spoil the mood by having to stop what we're doing to put it on.
Besides, even if you and I don't fuck, I might wind up screwing Jenny
or Trisha, and I'm NOT going to be stupid and disobey my dad about
using one with them!"

I knew my jaw dropped because I was so surprised.  I couldn't believe
this was the same guy I'd talked to and teased and confided in at
school.  He'd changed, or maybe he was just being himself because it
was too natural to be an act.

I was real good a spotting guys who put on an act, because all of them
did it so they could get me to let them fuck them...

Then I remembered the first time he introduced himself and how he'd
just had an arm around Kathy when he'd stuck out his hand and said he
and Kathy wanted to be my friends because they thought I was a really
nice person and not the slut everyone said I was and...

How come I hadn't noticed he and Kathy had always been themselves
around me?  It was *other* people they put on an act for, and I'd
never realized it!

I didn't know what to say at first then I blushed because I sorta knew
what I wanted to say but I didn't know how he'd take it.

"Have you ever used a condom?"

"Sorta.  Mom and dad gave me a box of them to play with when I was
going through puberty.  I know how to put one on, but I never used any
while I was fucking Jenny and Trisha.  I don't think we had any in the
house and I never thought about using one until dad said we'd both
start using them with the dogs after he went and bought some."

"Huh.  I guess I should have expected that.  I think I'm going to like
your parents, once I get used to not having to feel like I'm a whore
every time I come home after a good date."

He got a real real serious look while I was speaking and he shook his
head slightly.  "I hadn't really thought about what they said until
just now, but they said they're getting a daughter, and I'm getting a
sister."

He took a deep breath and let it out.  "You're family now, remember?
Mom and dad aren't just my parents any more, they're yours too, if you
want to think of them that way, someday.  I won't mind, and I know
they would be ok with it."

Before I could say anything he went into what must have been his room
and came back with a box of condoms.

The dogs had followed him, and then hadn't come out when he did.  He
noticed they were missing and turned around.  "Come on, girls.  We're
not sleeping in my room tonight."

I wasn't surprised when they rejoined us while we walked a little
further down the hallway, until we were in front of the door to the
room next to his.

Then he gestured at the door.  "It's crowded, but we'll be moving
everything to the garage for now, I guess.  But the bed's clear
because sometimes people spend the night and we never know when that
will happen."

When I didn't move he smiled.  "Go ahead.  Open the door.  It's your
room now, and when that door's closed, nobody's going to open it
unless you give them permission to come in, or they're pretty sure
it's an emergency.  If it's cracked, we'll still knock before we walk
in and if it's wide open, we'll just walk in on you because that means
you won't mind unexpected company.  Oh, don't be surprised if the dogs
just push it open when it's cracked.  You'll get used to it,
eventually, or learn to make sure it's really latched after you close
it."

I stared at him with a hunger I didn't know I'd had until he mentioned
being able to close the door and not worry about his parents or anyone
walking in on me.  "Do you mean that when you say nobody will come in
without permission when the door's closed?"

He grimaced.  "Yeah.  I forgot to knock and walked in on my parents
once.  They were asleep, but I got spanked real good anyway.  Haven't
done it since.  Oh, and they won't try to clean your room up either.
That's your problem but they'll make some pretty pointed comments if
you leave the door open and they see how messy it is."

Then he blushed.  "I was going to say you can ask mom to do your
clothes if she has time, but even then, that's all she'll do, is get
your clothes.  You have to leave the door open before she'll get them,
too.  They're really hung up on respecting personal space and privacy.
It wasn't until last night that I even had a clue why they are that
way.  I never guessed dad has been fucking Jenny and Trisha, and mom
has been fucking Spike, all these years."

He sighed.  "Anyway, that's what could happen once you have clothes,
and I'm willing to bet they won't hesitate to take you shopping so you
can buy new stuff if you wind up needing it."

I knew I was staring at him, but he'd managed to shock me speechless
with his casual acceptance of everything that had happened.

Then he grinned wryly and shocked me into blushing deeply.  "There's
something I just found out last night.  I thought they didn't know how
much I masturbated, but they've known all along.  Trisha likes the
taste of semen and knows how to knock over clothes hampers so she can
open them and steal anything that has semen on it so she can lick it
off.  Dad's going to fix my clothes hamper so it can't be knocked over
and put a latch on it that she can't open.  He'll do the same for you
if you want him to.  Since he knows all about you already, I think
he'll be expecting you to ask him to do it."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I finally opened the door so I
could see the room that was going to be mine.  Before I could get the
door all the way open the dogs pushed it out of my hand and jumped on
the bed and settled in a way that said they weren't planning on moving
anytime soon, and I'd never really paid attention to dogs before but
it *was* pretty obvious when they were both lying on their stomachs
and facing us.

Warren was laughing, and I had to join him because the dogs were so
happy and casual and so was he and I needed that and it felt real good
so I walked in to look around and I gasped because even though the
room was pretty crowded, the bed was *huge* and I was willing to bet
it was a lot bigger than my parents' bed and it was going to be all
mine if I wanted it or I could get an even bigger one if I wanted, the
room was that big and...

I knew I was grinning because I couldn't help it so I went over and
sat on the edge of the bed and giggled because I was so happy all of a
sudden and grinned at Warren.  "Get in here and close the door, huh?
Then let's get naked and I'll put a condom on you and then we can
cuddle and pet the dogs or do whatever."

I suddenly sobered when it all hit me finally.  "Because I feel like
shit, you know?  And you're gonna have a hard time reminding me that I
really am a decent person that people can love and care for, ok?"

He started to smile, then frowned and sighed after he came in and
closed the door.  He checked if to make sure it was closed, then he
tossed the box of condoms on the bed and just...

Didn't say a word or do anything stupid, he just stripped like he'd
been doing it in front of girls all the time, then stood there sorta
nervously but serious too.

"That's real messed up, what they did to you, Marsha.  I'm scared as
hell that I'll do something wrong and make it worse, so you're gonna
have to tell me what you want me to do, ok?  And...  Don't be afraid
to telll he dogs to move or stop what they're doing if they get too
pushy.  Trisha can be real pushy, but if you're firm enough, she'll
get the message.  Jenny's pretty laid back though, and once you start
petting her, she'll keep sucking it up until you can't move your arm
any more.  And I gotta warn you...  Both of them can get really turned
on in a hurry if you start fingering them just right."

I smiled hesitantly.  "Kinda like me, huh?"

"Yeah.  I don't mean this bad or anything like that, but Trisha
reminds me of you and Jenny makes me think of Kathy."

"Really?  You're not making that up?"

He blushed all over his body but kept looking at me.  "Nahh...  I
thought that a long time ago, ever since I really started talking to
both of you.  I'd come home and pet them and I couldn't help thinking
that way.  And it's sorta embarrassing but it's even more noticable
now that I've fucked them because..."

He grinned suddenly.  "You'll see."

"A surprise?"

"Yeah.  Is that ok?  I hope it is, because I can't really explain it,
but I know it's true."

I laughed.  "I like surprises."

Then I went over and hugged him real serious like and he stiffened and
then his breath went out in a whoosh and he shivered a litlle and then
he wrapped me in a hug.  "Oh wow...  That's awesome, Marsha."

I couldn't keep up the pose of being cheerful any longer, so I just
sighed.

"Warren?  Help me undress, ok?  Then I want to cuddle on the bed and I
don't care what the dogs do as long as you're holding me close."

He fumbled a few times and I had to help a little, but not much.  Once
I was naked I hugged him again and then sat on the bed and took one of
the condoms out and opened it.

He seemed to know when I was ready to put it on, and he stepped close
enough so I could roll it down his already stiff dick, then I kissed
the tip before I made sure the dogs weren't in my way and I stretched
out on the bed and patted it.  "Come on.  I bet you already know how
to cuddle real good while you're naked, right?"

He blushed again.  "Yeah.  Gonna be weird though, doing it naked with
someone who has hands."

He settled on the bed next to me, then I kissed him deeply before I
rolled so my back was against his chest.  "Hold me, Warren.  Just hold
me, ok?"

He wrapped me in a hug and squeezed with just enough pressure so I
knew he really did care for me, and when that happened I finally let
go completely and cried myself to sleep while he just held me without
asking any questions or trying to tell me everything was going to be
all right.

Somewhere in there, before I fell asleep, I realized Kathy had been
right all along when she teased me by telling me she knew I was in
love with him, and she didn't mind a bit because she loved him too,
and she knew he could love both of us with love to spare, so there was
no way she'd be jealous if I loved him too and he loved me.

I'd always thought she'd been silly, but now I knew the truth and I
couldn't hide from it any more.

I loved him, and even if he didn't think of it as love, he loved me
back, just as much as he loved Kathy, and that was the really good
feeling part and I really, really needed that right then.

* * *
{Victor}

We were still in the kitchen and Lisa had been sitting on my lap when
the doorbell rang, and Warren shouted that he'd get the door.

We didn't hear all of their conversation right after he opened the
door and greeted her, but we'd overheard almost everything else they'd
said to each other, until we heard the door to the spare bedroom open
and close, then I hugged Lisa and we both sighed with relief.

Incredibly, the worst sounded like it was over.

Lisa had flinched when Warren casually told Marsha about him and the
dogs, then she'd shivered a little when Marsha had figured out we
fucked them, too, and then both of us had sighed with relief when
Marsha accepted what was going on.

Now that we knew it was safe to talk, she touched my hands and held
them firmly.  "Those kids are a lot different than we were, aren't
they?  Even *I* wasn't that accepting of you fucking bitches, and I
always thought I was very liberated.  I'm feeling very old fashioned
and normal all of a sudden."

I laughed.  "Weird feeling, isn't it?  I thought he was making so many
mistakes she'd never feel comfortable, yet they weren't mistakes, were
they?"

"No, they weren't, and I'm just as grateful as you are that everything
worked out.  That girl is going through hell, and she's going to be
going through mood swings that will drive both of them crazy, but I
think they're both smart enough to realize that.  That didn't sound
like two 'just friends' talking to each other, did it?"

I hugged her and spoke thoughtfully.  "Not the way we understand
friendship, anyway, but our parents never really understood how we
felt about each other and our friends, did they?  As I recall, they
thought we were pretty casual about a lot of things they took very
seriously."

"Mmm...  I think you're right.  I wish I'd been paying more attention
the few times he and Kathy have mentioned Marsha.  Things have been
going on amongst the three of them that I wasn't aware of, and I
should have been."

Then she stiffened.  "Hand me the cordless.  Kathy must be worried
sick, and she needs to know everything is ok."

I handed it to her and she called Kathy.

"Kathy?  This is Lisa."

There was a short pause, then she went on calmly.  "Everything's fine.
She and Warren are in the spare bedroom.  We're giving it to her so
she has a place of her own.  We also overheard her say something about
starting to redecorate it with good memories."

Suddenly she giggled.  "Well, dear, I think you still have a chance.
She wanted to cuddle while they were naked, and I think that was a
wise decision.  Warren's going to let her move at her own pace and I
really don't think she's interested in sex right now, and won't be for
a few days, but you know her better than I do, so your guess is going
to be better than mine will be."

There was a longer pause while she listened to Kathy and as it
lengthened she kept getting more and more sober.  Eventually she
sighed and spoke softly.  "We won't have a problem if that happens,
dear, so don't worry about it.  What you three do in private is your
own business, not ours.  You're all old enough that if you were on
your own, you'd be considered adults, and we've never thought
otherwise."

She listened again and then sighed again.  "No.  She hasn't talked to
us yet and we didn't expect her to.  We happened to still be in the
kitchen, so we overheard most of what they said to each other before
they went to her room."

Then she giggled again.  "Oh, I don't think we'd have to clean out the
den, too, although I wouldn't mind another daughter.  By then we'd
probably have to start thinking about a wedding, wouldn't we?  And
yes, I'll be sure to mention your suggestion to Victor."

She sobered again and spoke gently.  "Yes, dear,  I know you do, and
I'll tell them as soon as I see them.  I'm sure they love you.  Vic
and I love you all, too and you'll always be welcome no matter what
time you show up on our doorstep.  We've always thought of his friends
as family, and you know it.  Now, you relax a little and get some
sleep.  It's going to be a long day for you tomorrow, and you'll have
to have your head on straighter than usual."

She nodded.  "Bye, Dear."

After she hung up she leaned against my chest.  "She was frantic with
worry and was pretty serious about coming over even though she wasn't
invited.  I think she'll be able to last until morning, now."

I smiled.  "Well, if she shows up later, we'll let her in and tell her
which door to knock on.  What was that suggestion you're supposed to
mention to me?"

She giggled again.  "She thinks we should put a connecting door
between the rooms so nobody has to use the hallway unless they need to
use the bathroom."

I laughed.  "Um.  Good point.  If they don't mention it, we'll have
to.  I wonder if Warren has told Marsha we're casual about skin when
we're alone?  I don't think he has, because she hasn't been here
before."

"We'll wear our robes, at least until we know she knows, ok?"

"Yeah.  We usually do anyway, so I won't have a problem with it.  That
reminds me.  What are we going to do about the personal stuff she left
behind?  Do you think her parents will let her get any of it, or do
you think they've tossed it already?"

She sighed and shivered.  "They were upset enough to do that, weren't
they?  I'll plan on taking her shopping after they get home from
school tomorrow, just in case the worst has happened.  I need to find
out some female stuff, too.  Maybe you should call them tonight and
find out about her stuff.  You'd better figure on taking the five-ton
flatbed over there in the morning."

I snorted.  "Yeah,  If they'll let me, I'll go over there tonight and
take as long as it takes to load everything.  I want to make the break
a clean one, for her sake if nothing else.  And you'll be finding out
where she gets her birth control pills and how often she gets exams?"

"Yes, and you stay out of the discussion if you're here.  Kathy
already knew us a little, but she still freaked when you were the one
to mention it.  I'd better do it this time."

"Right.  I'll leave it to you and Warren if she doesn't mention it
herself.  I hope she understands it's one of the few things we'll
insist on her keeping us, or at least Warren, informed about."

Lisa laughed.  "I thought match making was my job."

"That's already done.  I'm just wondering what the final legal
combination will be after they get themselves sorted out, and I don't
want them forced into anything because one of the girls got herself
pregnant before they were ready for children."

She squeezed my hands, then spoke softly.  "There may not be a wedding
that's legally recognized.  I think all of them are too honest to want
something like that in their lives.  Kathy's the practical one, so I
think I'll point her at alternatives and let her see if she can find a
ceremony that will suit them."

I sighed.  "Do you really think they'll be that strong?"

"Warren already is, and I think he's in the process of figuring that
out.  With him to lean on, the girls will be strong, too, until they
learn they can be strong on their own.  Once that happens, they won't
let anything, or anyone, get in their way.  All we can do is wait, and
be there for all of them, like we always are."

"Yeah, Love.  We did it by ourselves, and they won't be alone, will
they?"

She giggled.  "Nope!  So why don't you call her parents back, and then
we'll figure out what to do next, now that the crisis is over.  Going
to be a long day for them tomorrow, and we'll have to be at our best
for them."

I kissed the back of her neck and she mmmed.  "Well, maybe we won't
discuss our options right away if you don't have to go anywhere..."

She stood up and I followed her to our bedroom, and Spike led the way
once he realized where we were going.


I smiled and touched his hand gently.  "A few.  We'll save them for
when we have a chance to relax at the house.  We'll let you know when
we're having the BBQ.  Now that we can afford your fee, we want you
and yours there as friends AND consultants."

His eyebrows went up.  "You *want* a legal expert at one of your
BBQs?"

Vic nodded.  "Now more than ever, and it has to be someone we can
trust. That means you."  Then he laughed.  "I seem to remember you
being envious of our 'jacuzzi' after you saw it the first time.  Now's
your chance to 'dream big'.

Mark's jaw went slack briefly, then he recovered.  "Victor, my friend,
if it were anyone but you, I'd feel obligated to advise you that you
should *never* offer a lawyer a blank check."

'Since we *are* your friends?"

He rubbed his hands together.  "I think I'm going to offer you folks a
chance to finally get  your 'jacuzzi' all to yourselves, after you
help me design and build something suitable for someone of my means.
I'll even be gracious enough to allow you to show it off, for a
mutually agreed on fee, of course."

Vic was grinning when he held out his hand.  "We'll sort out the
details later.  Speaking as co-owner of Patterson Solar, I hope we can
find a mutually satisfactory design, and it will be a pleasure to use
your facilities to showcase our services and products."

Mark laughed as he shook hands.  "Leave the legal-speak to me, ok?  It
sounds unnatural coming from between your lips!"

I giggled. "Speaking of 'unnatural', I think it's past time we all
found some beds to sleep in.  Mark?  Thanks for everything you've
done."

He smiled.  "My pleasure.  Just don't tell anyone that I actually do
see it from Marsha's point of view, and I think she's made the best
long term decisions she could, by not doing anything.  Sometimes we
forget it's the people who matter, not the system."

We all stood and I hugged him.  "Give us a couple days and then you
can tell her that, yourself."

He frowned.  "Only a couple days? That girl has been living in Hell
for years."

I smiled and looked at Vic.  "What do you think?  Will she be able to
deal with it?"

He got a dreamy smile.  "I don't think.  I know.  Our new daughter
could have handled it last night.  With two more days to get her head
back on straight?  No problem!"

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