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His Father's Son part 2 of 2

{Warren}

I woke up when Marsha twisted in my arms and I started to hug her
tighter and she giggled and whispered.  "Hey!  Let go.  I gotta go, ya
know?"

"Oops."

I let go and she started to get up and then she paused.  "Uh...  One
of the dogs is sleeping across my legs and she doesn't want to move."

I laughed.  "Shove harder.  She'll get the message.  Oh.  Light switch
is by the door."

I felt her move some more, then she was gone, so I rolled over so I
could watch her in the moonlight.  She was standing next to the bed,
and I could sorta make out that she had her head bent like she was
thinking about something.

"Something wrong?"

"Uh huh."

"What?"

She took a deep breath and I could see she was hugging herself.
"Warren?  I...  I don't want to put my clothes on.  I feel free,
and...  I just don't, but I know I gotta and it sorta sucks."

"Then don't put them on."

"Huh?  Are you crazy?  What if your parents see me naked?"

I laughed.  "Then they see you naked.  It's no big deal.  I do it all
the time, and so do they.  Don't worry about it."

"That's weird.  Are you folks nudists or something?"

I thought about it and tried to explain it for her.  "Nahh.  It's
nothing like that.  We don't go naked all the time, because we like
having the curtains open.  It's just that it's silly to get dressed to
go to the bathroom, then come back in a few minutes and get undressed
again, so mom and dad have never done it once I was old enough to
understand it was no big deal."

"That's...  I don't know what it is, really, but it sounds nice.  I've
never met anyone who's so casual about sex and being naked.  Now I
know why you undressed in front of me like that.  Most guys get
embarrassed at first."

Then she seemed to remember why she was standing there.  "Where's the
bathroom?"

I had to think about it because we weren't in my room.  "Turn left,
then first door on the right.  Light switch is first one on the left
as you go in, but there's a night light so you can close the door
before you turn the main light on, or you can leave it off."

"Thanks.  Be back in a few."

Just as she got to the door, she stopped.  "Hey.  I need a bath or
something, too.  Would it be ok if I took one this late?"

"Shouldn't be a problem."

"K.   Thanks.  Want to help?"

"Uh...  You serious?"

"Yep.  I've never showered with a lover, just guys who wanted to fuck
me, and I'm curious about it.  I've overheard people say it's real
special and I want to see if they're right.  Besides, we gotta start
sometime, don't we?"

I gaped.  "Yeah, right.  Ok.  I'll do it."

I joined her at the door, then led the way to the bathroom.  Once we
were inside and had the door closed she turned on the light and I
could see she had a weird smile on.

"You one of those guys who likes to watch?  I don't mind."

"Uh.  Never thought about it."

"Ok."  She sat down and started to pee.  "I was curious, since you
have the dogs and I figured you'd seen them go to the bathroom.  Some
guys I know get turned on, some don't, so I always ask first when
we're in the same bathroom, together."

She giggled.  "Happens a lot at school, you know?"

I blushed.  "Yeah.  I *do* know.  You're lucky it was me who walked in
a few times, and not the monitor or a teacher."

She giggled some more.  "There's usually another guy acting as a
lookout to warn us, but sometimes I like to live dangerously.  Adds
something extra when we fuck."

"I bet."

She finished and stood up, then hugged me.  "Besides, it wasn't going
to change the way my parents treated me when I got home.  They always
assumed I'd fucked someone every day, so I figured I might as well do
it and get some fun out of life before I returned to Hell."

I grimaced.  "Marsha?  You've always held a lot back, haven't you?
You've never hid that it was bad at home, but I don't think you ever
said anything that hinted it was so bad you faced getting kicked out
someday.  I know I didn't expect it."

She sighed and cried on my shoulder for a few minutes, then she sighed
again while she ran her hand over my chest.  "Let's take a shower
together.  Tell you the rest of the truth while you're washing my back
or something."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.  Sorry if I sounded
pushy."

"I want to, and you weren't being pushy, you cared, just like you
always have, and I should be apologizing to you for not trusting you
enough to tell you and Kathy everything, ok?"

I shivered and she pulled away so she could watch my face.  "What's
wrong?"

"You know how I get excited and do stupid stuff that gets me in
trouble because I didn't really think it through even though I thought
I did, before I did it?"

She giggled.  "Yeah.  So?"

I sighed.  "Everyone likes to call you a slut who'll fuck anything
with a penis, but we know differently.  When you said that about not
trusting enough, I just realized that when I told my parents that the
only way I could get you to trust that we really did want you here was
to trust you first, I was taking a bigger risk than I thought I was. I
knew you'd be able to figure out I was fucking Jenny and Trisha
sometimes, but I wanted to tell you right away so you'd know you could
trust us with anything, and we wouldn't toss you out.  But I just now
realized that if you hadn't been ok about it, you could have screwed
up my life way worse than yours is.  Sure, everyone teases each other
sometimes about getting desperate and fucking a dog because we can't
get a girl, or some people say things like that to you, but can you
imagine what it would be like if everyone knew I'd fucked the dogs and
wanted to keep doing it even though I want to fuck girls, too, and
maybe guys but I don't about that yet..."

I shivered again and closed my eyes.  "And mom and dad sat there when
I asked them and mom said it was my decision and we'd deal with
anything that happened when it happened.  They didn't try to stop me,
even though they had to know way better than I do, how much telling
you could have screwed up all our lives."

She hugged me again and I lost it and shook for awhile.  After I
stopped shaking she pulled my head down a little so she could kiss me
real hard.

"When you told me that you'd lost your cherry to Jenny, I was really
freaked at first, but then I felt sorry for Kathy because she's always
hoped one of us would be your first.  Then I was jealous, because the
first time is really special and I get off on knowing I was part of
that when I'm a guy's first real fuck.

"Then...  Well, then I started thinking about how much courage it must
have taken to admit it to me, because you know how easy it is for most
girls to gossip and really fuck with guy's heads and some of them get
off on doing that, as if it makes them better than everyone or
something if they can prove everyone else is a jerk and they aren't,
but they're just proving they're the jerks."

She sighed.  "And there I was, with no place to go if you folks
decided to kick me out, and I didn't want to screw that up, either,
not after all you and Kathy have done for me, just by being my friends
and accepting me for being myself."

Then she giggled.  "But I didn't think of all that when it happened. I
couldn't admit it to myself, then, but now I can.  I've been fucking
because it makes me feel good, and it helps me forget, for a little
while, about what I was going home to every night.  You fucked Jenny
for love, and that's something I've never done before, so when we
fuck, you're really going to be fucking a virgin, and I love you as
much as you love me and there's no hurry and I want you to be as
gentle as you can and I'll try to be gentle and loving, too...

"And I'm real scared, but I want it to happen when it happens, not
because we think we have to do it."

"So that's why I don't have a problem with you fucking Jenny, Trisha
or even Kathy.  When you screw any of us, it will be because you love
us, not just because it feels good--and I don't want to lose that love
now that I can admit I love you and I've never loved anyone else, even
though I thought I had."

Then she touched my dick and I jumped and she laughed.  "I think we
can save the condom in case we need it before we go back to my room,
but if you want to piss, we'd better try saving it now."

I blushed.  " I wasn't even thinking about that!"

She giggled and fondled me a little.  "Well, I am.  I can't help it."

She knelt in front of me and carefully rerolled the condom and set it
on the sink in case we needed it.  Then she fondled me some more and I
knew I was hard and it felt really good...

She stopped and grinned up at me.  "Two questions:  How long do we
have before we run out of hot water, and have you ever jerked off in
the shower?"

I laughed.  "Yes, I jerk off almost every time I take a shower.  We
don't have to worry about the hot water.  Both bathrooms have their
own hot water on demand systems."

Her eyes got real wide, then she giggled.  "Wow.  That's awesome. I've
never heard of anyone doing that."

I grinned.   "Yeah, and since mom and dad never use this one, I've
never had to worry about them getting mad and yelling at me to get out
so they can use it, or saving them some hot water.  And it's not as
expensive as you're probably thinking because there's a 300 gallon
storage tank in the garage for the solar water heating system and
that's connected to the hot water line in place of the original water
heater."

"Uh...  Warren?  Just how rich are your folks, anyway?  You've never
said."

I sighed.  "Not real rich, but better than most folks around here, I
guess.  We don't make a big deal of it because we're all tired of
people trying to get them to sponsor their projects and stuff, and
I've had girls try to suck up to me because they think if we get
married  they'll be rich too and that really sucks so once Kathy and I
got to be friends we just sorta decided that no matter happened, we'd
act like she was my serious girlfriend so everyone else would leave me
alone, then we got to know you and sometimes she's around guys who
really try to get her fuck them because you and she are friends, and
they think that since you like sex and are a slut, Kathy must be that
way, too."

I sighed again.  "So now we just sorta quit trying to make any more
friends and all we mostly do is hang together at her house or mine and
our parents are all ok with that."

Then I realized what I'd said and I blushed.  "Sorry.  We knew what
was going to happen when we decided to see if you'd be our friend.  We
could tell that you were real picky even if nobody else could, and it
was like you have to deal with the same things we do all the time and
we knew how much we wanted friends who saw us for us, and..."

She touched my lips with her fingers.  "Shut.  Up.  You don't have to
apologize or explain, because I really did know you wanted to be my
friends because you both liked who I am, not who everybody thinks I
am.  Lots of people think you and Kathy are real popular and have lots
of friends, and a lot of people think they know you, but most of them
don't, not really, 'cause if anyone can tell, I can, ya know?  And
that makes it sweet and special and...

"Let's take take that shower together because I know I stink and you
do too, sorta, but I like it because I like how guys smell when
they're just themselves and not wearing all those yucky smelling
lotions and junk, just like I don't get real silly with perfumes
because I want guys to smell the real me.  Besides, all that junk
tastes terrible when you're licking somebody! 

"And maybe there will be time to wash my clothes before we leave for
school because while I got used to people thinking I'm a slut, I don't
want to look like one!  It's gonna be bad enough when people find out
I got kicked out, and then we're really gonna need each other a lot,
and I hate to admit it, but living here and becoming your sister and
lover is gonna help me deal with that, a lot."

Then she shut up and looked embarrassed.  "I'm being pretty honest,
huh?"

I laughed because I couldn't stop myself.  "So?  I never noticed it
before but once you trust each other things just sorta take off, don't
they?  Now I know how mom and dad got the way they are with each
other, and why they've always insisted I be honest all the time
instead of lying my way out of problems."

She looked sorta stunned, and then she grinned and grabbed my dick and
tugged on it.  "Come on.  Maybe we aren't gonna fuck, but at least I
can get your cherry by giving you a blow job.  Most guys think I'm
pretty good and I've had lots of practice and we won't need a condom
for it either because I love to swallow..."

We were both laughing by the time she finished.  Then we got in the
shower and adjusted the water until we both liked it.

Then we took our shower and it was fun and we decided we'd keep taking
them together and maybe we could get Kathy to join us, and somewhere
in there I happened to mention how we'd had to put extra filters on
the jacuzzi because we couldn't keep the dogs out of it during the
summer when it was hot and she got sorta crazy and started making all
these funny suggestions about what four females and one guy could do
together and...

Eventually we dried off and went back to bed, after I got my alarm
from my room and made sure it was set early, so we could wash her
clothes.

And you know what?

Even after all that we did, I was still a virgin and so was she,
really--and we liked it that way.

* * *
{Marsha}

I was still sorta tired when the alarm went off, but I stretched and
wondered if I'd been dreaming, then I opened my eyes and saw all the
stuff in the room and then I turned my head and saw Warren stretched
out on his back with Jenny  and Trisha curled up beside him and I knew
it wasn't a dream and I giggled because it felt so good...

And Jenny raised her head to look at me and Trish got up and came
around to stand so she could lick my face and that made it even
funnier and I started laughing and I wanted to share it so I started
running my hands over Warren's body, not trying to get him aroused or
anything, just getting to know the man I loved and he woke up finally
and that was when Jenny kissed him by licking his mouth and he laughed
and hugged her then he must have realized where he was because he
rolled over and hugged me real tight and even when he spoke it didn't
spoil things, it just made it better.

"Hey, Marsha.  Good morning.  This feels good, but we'd better get up
and get your clothes started, then if mom's up you can borrow one of
her robes if you want, but you don't have to, really, and we can have
breakfast while we wait for your clothes and I'll stay naked until you
get dressed, so you feel better about being naked, ok?"

I laughed even harder and pushed Trish away so I could kiss him
instead of her  and then I smiled.  "Ok.  That's gonna feel weird,
walking around the house naked.  I've never done it before.  You sure
your parents will be ok about it?"

He smiled.  "Yeah.  It will be ok.  It's embarrassing at first, but
you'll get used to it.  They always told me that nudity can be seen
but it isn't noticed and after a while, it's true.  I mean sure, you
can see everything, and they can see you, but unless the other person
says something, it's like you have clothes on anyway.  Mom usually has
her robe on in the morning though, 'cause she says you can get burned
real bad if something splatters, and she's right.  I was cooking my
own food one day and some grease kinda splattered and landed on my
dick and she just laughed a little and said 'I warned you', so now I
try to remember to always wear something when I cook.  Usually I get
dressed though, but today I don't want you to be alone even though
it's because you have to, and not really because you wanted to do it."

I was laughing but I was scared too, and he must have known it because
he was trying so hard to get me to relax and it was working, mostly,
but I couldn't really avoid thinking about being kicked out because of
needing clean clothes and I wouldn't have any unless we washed them so
I just sighed.

"Let do it and get it over with because I still feel too clean to put
my clothes on, until they get washed."

'K.  Do you mind doing them all at once or will we have to separate
the colored ones from the white stuff."

I giggled.  "You didn't notice, huh?"

"Notice what?"

"I never wear anything that's white.  It's too boring and virginal,
you know?"

He blushed.  "I had other things on my mind, ok?"

I sighed.  "Yeah, I know.  I did too.  I don't remember if you wear
boxers or shorts and I usualy notice stuff like that."

We were silent for awhile then we sorta smiled and hugged each other,
then we got up and he picked up all our clothes and surprised me when
he handed them to me.  "Here.  I need to get enough out of my room so
there's a full load.  I know this is an emergency, but I have enough,
so I might as well do them now instead of waiting a few more days."

I stared at him.  "You're weird, you know that?"

He shrugged.  "Doing the laundry is one of my usual chores, to help
out.  I know I said mom will do it if she has time, but she's got so
much to do that I don't ask her to unless it's an emergency."

"Right.  Let's go, then."

Then he nearly tripped when he opened the door and started to walk
out.  When he looked down to see what had tripped him he started
laughing.  Then he bent down and picked something up.  When he turned
around he was grinning.  "Guess what?  Mom left out one of her robes
for you.  So now you've got a choice."

"Uhhh...  You *sure* it's ok if I'm naked?"

He got this odd look, then he shrugged.   "Kathy does it all the time
when she's here, but like I said, it's up to you."

I glared at him.  "You did that deliberately, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"Told me Kathy goes naked when she's here."

He nodded.  "Yeah, I did.  I thought it would help if you knew a girl
you knew had been doing it.  It's not something we tell people, and we
don't do it when any of our other friends are around.  If it happens,
it happens.  It's not like we strip as soon as we get here, 'cause we
don't.  But if we've been in the jacuzzi or one of us has taken a
shower or bath, we don't worry about clothes right away unless there's
a reason to put them on again, that's all."

I sighed and wondered if there would ever be a time when I wouldn't be
shocked or overwhelmed by how crazy-sane Warren and his parents were.

"Ok.  Just fold it and put it on top of everything.  I'll put it on
after we start the laundry."

"Ok."

We stopped and he got some of his clothes, then he led me through the
house and through the kitchen.  

His mom was there already and he casually went over and kissed her
good morning but she didn't turn away from the stove.  "'G'Morning,
Mom.  What's for breakfast?"

She laughed.  "Omlette and home fries, for you."

Then she raised her voice slightly.  "Marsha, honey?  Do you like the
robe I left for you?  And what would you like for breakfast?  If I
don't have what you really want, we'll make do with something, then
you can help me make a shopping list and I'll pick up whatever you
like later today, or when we go shoppping after you get home from
school."

I lost it and just dropped everything on the floor and started crying.

I barely even realized that Warren sorta tossed everything to one side
and almost ran over and started hugging me and he kept asking me what
was wrong and I couldn't say anything and that made it worse and I
cried even harder and then Mrs. Patterson was there but she didn't try
to reach for me or anything and I felt real bad about that because I
knew she really wanted to hug me and find out what was wrong but there
wasn't anyting wrong and I was crying so hard I couldn't tell them
that.

Finally I shoved Warren away a little but held on to him with one
hand, then I just blindly stuck my other hand out at Mrs. Patterson
and she took it real gentle like and that really made me bawl and
Warren was still worried, I could tell, and his mom looked at me and
nodded, then she didn't even look at him or raise her voice, she just
sorta whispered at him.  

"She's all right.  Just pick up all the clothes and start the laundry,
then finish cooking breakfast while I take care of Marsha."

Then she hugged me real close and asked me if an omlette would be ok
this time and I sorta nodded and she told him to see to it and he
didn't say anything but just quietly picked everything up after he
draped the robe over the back of a chair and then he left.

What was really nice was that she didn't say anything or ask me what
was wrong, even though I knew she wanted to and I knew she knew that
there wasn't anything wrong.  It was like she knew I was so
overwhelmed I couldn't think very good and so she just let me know she
had all the time in the world, and if I needed it, well, all her time
was mine and...

"Mrs. Patterson?  Why?"

She sorta grimaced but I knew it wasn't a mean one or anything like
that and then she spoke so quiet I almost didn't hear what she said
and maybe I wouldn't have if I hadn't been paying real close
attention.

"We'd help anyone who needed it, dear.  I think you know that by now."

Then she touched my face lightly and brushed my hair back and she
smiled.  "But even before Warren said you were real good friends, and
told us more about you, we were hoping he'd bring you home someday.
You remind me of a girl I knew before I met Victor and I knew you'd
need someone who understood you better than your parents did."

"Who was that?"

She giggled and blushed.  "Myself."

I stared at her.  I knew it wasn't polite, but she just smiled and
nodded.

I gulped nervously.  "But you seem so...  Ordinary."

Then I blushed and ducked my head because I really did know about her
and Spike and maybe Trisha and Jenny.  "That came out wrong, but you
know what I mean, don't you?"

She did something my mother hadn't done since I was a little girl. She
used her robe to wipe my tears away and that started me bawling again
'cause I'd missed it and hadn't really let myself miss it if you know
what I mean, and then I had this really, really weird thought and I
giggled and looked up finally.  And I just knew it was right to ask
and she'd know I couldn't come right out and say it yet, but she'd
know that someday I would.

"Do all moms have to take a course or something so they learn how to
use their robe or something to wipe away tears and make things better
again?"

She laughed.  "We don't have to take a course in love to learn how to
do it, but someone always teaches us how.  Maybe it's our own mother,
or maybe it's someone else, but someone does, and then we pass it on,
like I'm doing now and someday you'll do it for someone you care for a
lot, won't you?"

She was way cool about how she knew I'd sorta called her my mom, just
to let her know I wanted to and I would someday, but I couldn't yet so
she didn't say anything to spoil things.

I smiled.  "I bet you do it a lot for Mr. Patterson and Warren, huh?"

Before she said anything I heard Warren laugh.  "I don't know about
dad, but she hasn't had to do it to me for a long time because I don't
cry very often any more."

Then he headed for the stove and I could see that he'd been crying,
and I realized he was still naked, like we hadn't been all along and I
sorta blanked until he turned and then I remembered what he'd said
about cooking naked and I giggled and used the name I'd always wanted
to call him but I hadn't dared until now.

"Hey, Ren?  You sure you wanna be naked while you cook?  Put the robe
on, kay?  Although if you don't, and you get burned, I'll kiss it and
make it better for you, 'cause I don't think your mom would..."

He blushed and me and his mom both giggled and he went over and put
the robe on.  Then his mom seemed to realize he'd been crying but she
didn't say anything to him but looked at me and smiled real strange.
"He's wearing the robe, not you..."

I got serious.  "You think I should practice?"

"Every chance you get, dear."

"Yeah.  I see what you mean, I think."

Then I let go of her and walked over and looked at my lover and sorta
blushed.  "Hold still, kay?  I've never done this before."

Then I reached down and grabbed part of the robe so I could lift it
and I used it to gently wipe his face and his eyes got real wide, then
he like forgot everything and hugged me tight and started crying and
it was the real deep shaking kind that I knew meant he'd been really,
really scared and worried before but he'd held it all in, and he'd
done it for me and that was...

I didn't have to think about it, I just kissed him real hard on the
lips before I whispered so only he would hear me.  "Thanks."

Then I held him until he was mostly ok again, just like his mom had
held me until I was mostly ok.

* * *
{Lisa}

I was glad to see the kids in such a good mood when they came through
with dirty clothes in their hands.  It was also a good sign that
Marsha was naked, even though she had the robe with her.

That didn't explain why Warren was naked, but I wasn't about to ask.

I teased Warren and then managed to hide my frustrated sigh when
asking Marsha what she wanted for breakfast caused her to break into
the deep, wracking sobs that told me she'd been living in a private
Hell for far longer than any of us had guessed.

Warren was frantic with worry, but I managed to get rid of him
temporarily, and he did seem to understand this wan't the time to ask
a lot of questions, so he didn't question me about picking up the
clothes, or why I was so sure Marsha was ok.

There was hope for that young man, and he made me proud of him right
then.

Things went better than I expected, after that, and even though I'd
asked Warren to finish cooking their breakfasts, events changed that,
and it was more important for them to get their emotions sorted out
than it was to eat, just then.

So I finished cooking their food, served them both, then settled
across the table from them while they ate and waited for their clothes
to finish.

Eventually we heard the buzzer on the washing machine and they got up
to go move things to the dryer, and I was slightly amazed when I
realized all the emotions flying around and the reconcilation had
taken about forty minutes.

It had seemed a lot longer, but I knew the timer didn't lie, so I
shook my head and smiled.

For a young woman who had suffered as much as she had, Marsha was very
resilient and adaptable and that pleased me a great deal.

When they came back and resettled at the table, I noticed Warren had a
frown on his face and he looked at me worriedly.  "I thought dad said
he was only going to drive the five-ton if it was an emergency."

I sighed and nodded my head.  "It was."

Then he must have seen something in my eyes because he studied me more
intently than usual.  "Mom?  You're worried, aren't you?"

There was no point in denying it, althogh I did wonder how he'd
figured it out.  "Yes.  He hasn't called, and he and Mark should have
been back by now."

Warren stiffened.  "Mark?  Why would he call Mark and not..."

He slumped.  "Oh."

Marsha grabbed hs hand and stared at me.  "They went to get my stuff,
didn't they?"

I slumped.  "Yes, they did.  Warren, your father left for the Steins
about thirty minutes after you and Marsha went to her room, and he was
supposed to call as soon as he knew what was going on."

"Crap!"

Then he must have seen me twitch and start to grin.  "What's so
funny?"

"You just sounded like your father.  Keep your fist out of the wall
though, ok?"

He blinked, blushed, and then laughed.  "Yeah, ok.  I don't have the
build for that anyway."

I smiled.  "True."  Then I turned slightly and faced Marsha.  "His
father looks like a wrestler after all the years of heavy lifting he's
done.  We've always teased Warren because he looks frail when they are
next to each other.  Don't let him fool you, though.  When they arm
wrestle, it's an even match, so don't hesitate to let him know when he
forgets about his strength."

She turned slightly and looked him over, then nodded to herself.  "He
focuses, huh?  Bet he could go through both walls if he really wanted
to."

Warren blushed again, then laughed a little.  "Yeah.  Maybe.  How'd
you spot it?"

She blushed.  "One of my boyfriends was into that sorta stuff and he
said I should learn it so I could defend myself better.  He showed me
a little bit of it."

Then she turned back to me and her posture said she knew a little
about what wasn't being said.  "It's my stuff, and my parents.  I
think I have a right to know what's going on."

I sighed again and reached, offering my hand, and she took it
tremblingly and whispered her question.  "Bad, huh?"

Warren spoke up before I could.  "Yeah.  Probably.  Mark's the family
lawyer and he ain't cheap and I don't think he's ever taken the time
to meet my dad in person anywhere, like this.  They always go to one
of their offices when they have to talk or he and his family come here
for dinner.  What he never does is agree to see my dad immediately,
that I can remember."

I sighed when they both faced me again.  "Warren's right.  Victor
called the Steins to see if he could stop by today and get some of
your things that we knew you would need, dear.  We were both worried
that they might decide to toss it all out."

Her eyes went wide and I nodded.  "It was a good guess, unfortunately.
They were already bagging things and going to call one of the charity
organizations this morning.  What they didn't take, your parents were
planning on throwing away.

"Victor tried to calm them down but things just kept getting worse, so
he called Mark and put him on for a conference call.  When it was all
over, the police were on the line too, and an agreement was
tentatively made.  Victor, Mark and the police would meet at the
Steins, then Victor and Mark would take as long as it took, and load
everything, then bring it here for you to sort through."

I shook my head wearily, letting them both see the tension and anger I
felt.  "We knew it would take a long time, dear.  They're tossing
anything that has something to do with you.  Your stuff, family
pictures...  Everything that was in your bedroom...

"All of it.  They want to erase you from their lives and start over,
and they made that very clear during the phone conversation."

I squeezed her hand.  "I'm sorry.  I know it doesn't feel good, but
it's better this way.  And you , young woman, have a very important
decision to make, soon."

"I do?"

"Yes."

She took a deep breath, and her face went blank and Warren, who had
turned his chair slightly so he could watch her, gasped.  "So that's
why you've been able to survive this long!"

Her expression didn't change.  "The sex helped a lot more."

Then she focused on me and I could see the control she had imposed on
her emotions even as she spoke calmly.  "Tell me."

I sighed.  "Mark and the police want you to press changes against
them, for abuse."

She spoke serenely.  "You and Victor don't want me to, do you?"

I shivered.  "No."

"Why?"

"Because if you do, they will force you to go through therapy, and try
to help you adjust to what has happened, and to cure you of any
abnormal behavior that is a result of that abuse."

She smiled slightly.  "I used to dream of getting revenge, you know."

"I'm not surprised.  Anyone would."

"And I will have it, and it will be a terrible one."

I watched her, and didn't try to hide how nervous her cold words had
made me feel.  "Go on."

"I was waiting until I finished school, then I was going to move out
anyway.  In the meantime, I've spent years trying to figure out the
best revenge I could.  And now, they have given it to me."

I raised my eyebrows and she smiled coldly, and hungrily.  "I agree
with their choice.  As they wish to wipe me from their lives, I will
do so also.  No charges, not even a restraining order.  Nothing.  I
will take my stuff, because it is paid for and I really do want some
of it, but not because I wish to remember them.  Most of it I will
give away anyway, ok?  Mostly I want my clothes and personal things."

I smiled slightly.  "I understand.  And then?"

She smiled and squeezed my hand.  "If you'll allow it, I would like to
call you and Victor my mom and dad, and become Marsha Patterson, by
legal adoption, not by marriage."

My jaw dropped and she grinned.  "Surprised you, huh?"

"Yes, dear, you have.  You also sound as if you've thought all this
out ahead of time."

She slumped.  "I guess I have, sorta.  Not the adoption bit until just
now.  I just kept dreaming I'd get married or get a job and move out
like normal, and that would be it.  Sure, they've mentioned kicking me
out, but I never thought they'd do it until after I graduated. They're
both as fanatical about my education as they are my refusal to keep
myself pure and innocent for my future husband."

Warren broke in.  "That's stupid, the pure and innocent bit.  I know
almost every guy in school, and most of us don't want that.  It scares
us because we don't want to be responsible for someone who doesn't
know shit about who she really is.  You can't trust someone like that,
you know?"

Then he blushed and looked at me.  "Kathy and I talk a lot, mom.
Especially after we started learning that meditation stuff and getting
to know our inner being.  It's weird, and at first we really felt like
we didn't know if it was us or the world that was so fucked up, but
eventually we started seeing more clearly and..."

He sighed.  "The world sucks, but we gotta live in it so we decided
we'd better start learning how to make good decisions in spite of not
knowing anything that we should have known.  You and dad helped a lot,
too, because we've always trusted you to be honest with us."

Where had this strange young man come from, to replace the son I
thought I'd known?

Then I realized.  He'd been there all along but I'd always seen him
though my own past.  I was seeing the realization of our dream, to
give him the best possible start in life by building on what we'd
learned, and not having to start over, as so many people forced their
children to do.

I made my decision, and squeezed Marsha's hand again.

"I'll call Victor and Mark now, to let them know your decisions, then
I'll ask them to take care of getting the adoption sorted out."

I smiled grimly, and I knew some of my own past was coming home to
roost when I spoke more hungrily than I should have.  "I'll tell your
father to let Mr. and Mrs. Stein know of our daughter's decisions."

Then I let go, stood, and brushed out my robe briskly.  "Then I'll
bring some paper back with me, and we'll make out that shopping list
before you get dressed and go to school.. 

"Miss Patterson."

* * *
{Warren}

After mom left I decided the safest thing to do was grin at Marsha.
"Don't let me forget that I NEVER want the female conspiracy to get
mad at me.  You two were scary, the way you didn't need to say
anything out loud to each other."

She giggled, then she hugged herself before she came over and sat on
my lap.  "Relax.  You're already trained and approved for use.  Any
woman with sense is going to see it, and know better than to mess with
you."

I laughed and hugged her.  "You sure?"

"Yeah, I was watching mom pretty close so I saw when she'd decided
you'd graduated.  Didn't you see it?"

"Nope.  Missed it.  Guess I was too busy watching you."

She giggled again.  "See?  I told you you were trained."

"Huh?"

"You knew who was important, silly.  The woman you love, not anybody
else."

"Oh.  Maybe someday I'll understand that."

She touched my hands.  "Doesn't matter, as long as you feel it."

"Yeah.  You're right."

Then I changed the subject.  "How come you never told us you knew some
of that meditation and focusing stuff when Kathy and I mentioned we
were learning how to do it?"

She sighed.  "Because he made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone unless
they were good enough they could tell."

"That's weird."

"Yeah, that's what I thought, until he explained it."

"Oh?"

'Uh huh.  Look, most guys like thinking I'm some sort of slut who puts
out for anyone who asks right.  Kay?"

I sighed miserably.  "Yeah."

"Good.  So he wanted me to have an edge, just in case some guy
wouldn't take no, or got too pushy.  So he started teaching me the
basics, so I'd keep cool and fight with my head if it happened, or
even better, cool things down before they got started."

"Gotcha.  But that doesn't explain not telling anyone."

She sighed.  "If people know about it, someone's gonna try and figure
a way around it, and then it's not an edge, but a big fucking
liability, 'cause I'd be thinking I could use it to stay out of
trouble, and walk right into trouble, instead."

She touched my hands.  "It ain't a problem for you and Kathy, 'cause
nobody messes with you, right?"

"Yeah, mostly.  A few guys have tried to mess with her, but so far
she's kept her cool about it."

She giggled.  "You didn't say anything about guys trying you on."

I laughed.  "Word got out, after the last one tried to get me into a
fight."

She giggled again.  "I heard about that.  Did you know David told his
friends he pissed himself when he realized what would have happened if
you hadn't challenged him to a private weight lifting contest and then
followed it with the 'break the board' trick while he could barely
stand up 'cause he was so exhausted?"

She laughed.  "I think what really fucked with his head though, was
when he was thinking about it later and realized you'd barely broke a
sweat and weren't breathing hard."

"Yeah, I knew.  Better than getting in trouble for fighting on campus,
or him fucking with me somewhere else.  And he and his buddies know
that even if it happens, and they take me down, it will cost them, and
then they'd have to explain it to the police because everyone knows
who would have done it."

"Yeah.  He's an asshole, usually, and so are most of the idiots he
hangs with, but none of them are so stupid they want to risk broken
bones.  Besides, he was just being macho and trying to dominate you. I
think he respects you more than he fears you, so that's cool."

"Yeah.  Suppose it is.  You know what's really gonna fuck up my life
though?"

"What?"

"If any of us get so good we have to register our hands and feet as
lethal weapons.  That's why Kathy and I have always gone for the
meditation.  The self defense crap is nice, but it's not why we're
doing it."

She slumped briefly.  "Wish I didn't need it...  Hey, now that
everyone is going to know your folks are adopting me, you think some
of that 'she must really be a good girl' stuff will rub off?"

"Don't know.  You gonna keep screwing guys any time you feel good
around them?"

"Would it bother you?"

"Already does.  I keep worrying you'll make a mistake and get hurt."

"Want me to stop?  I think I could, for you and Kathy and mom and
dad."

I thought about it.  "Nahh...  Nobody's going to ask you to give it
up, and I heard what mom said about you reminding her of when she was
a girl.  You know what they say.  If you're going to do something, do
it for yourself instead of because it's what someone else wants you to
do."

"That was freaky.  Parents aren't supposed to have been wild, ya know?
But that 'for yourself' crap is hard, ya know?  Seems like ya always
gotta compromise if you want to survive."

"Yeah, I know.  Been lucky that I've mostly always been able to ask
for advice and get it.  Of course there's been times when I shoulda
asked and I didn't."

She giggled again.  "Hey?  You ok with me calling you Ren?"

"It's ok, I guess.  Better than being called 'Wart'."

"Know about that.  Some people call me 'Marshy' because they think I'm
always wet--and I have a lot of soft spots."

I snorted and she laughed.  "It's better than things like 'slut',
'cunt' or 'round-heeled-whore'."

At that point the buzzer on the dryer went off, so we grabbed all our
clothing and went back to our bedrooms to get dressed.

When she looked at her room, she shrugged a little and entered mine
instead, I realized mom hadn't come back to the kitchen yet, and
there'd been more than enough time for her to call dad and explain
things.  I hoped nothing was seriously wrong.

We got dressed, and she did what she could with her hair after
borrowing one of my combs while I settled on the bed with the dogs to
watch her.

"Hey?  Marsha?  You going to be ok at school today?"

She looked at my reflection in the mirror.  "Guess so.  Been trying
not to think about that too hard."

"Bad?"

"Yeah.  Hurts a lot when I start thinking about it.  I knew they hated
me for some reason, and that started before I was fucking, but I just
can't get my head around them wanting to kill me like that.  Just...
Erase me as if I'd never existed.  When I was little, I had the best
parents in the world, and then...  It all changed and I still don't
know why, only when, and that sucks."

"K."

That was when my mom knocked on the door.  "May I come in?"

I gestured for Marsha to let her in, since she was closest.

Mom just stood there, and her face was white.  

"Mom?  What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything, just stared at Marsha, then shocked me by
starting to cry and holding out her arms as if she wanted to hug
Marsha.
  
"You're not going to school for the rest of the week and neither is
Kathy.  She's already on her way over."

Then she stepped into my room the rest of the way and hugged Marsha,
as if she was the little girl, and she needed someone to comfort her.

Marsha looked at me with her eyes wide and I could tell she was
scared.  I gestured helplessly and whispered "Not a clue."

She nodded back and turned back.  "Mrs. Patterson?  Mom?  What
happened?"

Mom just shook her head miserably, then went back to weeping and by
then Spike had come in to see what was going on, and he started trying
to work his way in so he could comfort her, too.

Mom knelt and hugged him, then whispered.  "I'm ok, Spike.  It's
ok..."

"Mom?  You sure don't *look* ok."

She looked up and she was...  Bitter?  Angry?  Scared but relieved?  I
didn't know.  It was like all of her control was gone and she couldn't
decide how she should feel.

She didn't answer me, she looked at Marsha instead.  "Mr. Stein tried
to kill Victor and Mark but Vic broke both his arms while stopping
him.  Vic has a few bruises, but otherwise he's ok.  He had to go give
the police a statement, even though two policemen were there and saw
the whole thing from start to finish.  There's no doubt it was self
defense, and he won't be charged with anything."

Mom took a deep breath.  "Mrs. Stein has been arrested for murder and
kidnapping, and after he's patched up, Mr. Stein will be arrested and
charged with rape, kidnapping and as an accessory to murder and
attempted murder."

Marsha had stiffened and she was shaking her head as she sat on the
bed next to me.  "I don't understand.  Murder?  Kidnapping?...  Rape?!
He never touched me!  Neither of them did, after I started having
periods!"

Mom settled on the floor and leaned against the wall and used her robe
to wipe her eyes and then she suddenly paused, looked at Marsha,
blushed, and started giggling hysterically before she managed to calm
herself.

"There's no point in my trying to try and soften the blow, dear.  The
Steins aren't your real father and mother.  Nobody knows who your real
father is, not even they."

Marsha reached for me but kept staring at mom.  "But?...  My mother?
Who was she?"

"A street whore.  She's dead, now.  She was pregnant with you when Mr.
Stein raped her and caused her to give birth early.  Mrs. Stein was
also a prostitute and he blackmailed her into posing as his 'wife',
with you as their newborn child, then they killed your mother so she
couldn't tell anyone what had really happened.  Then, after he robbed
a pusher, they left the city and got married, while calling you their
daughter."

Mom sighed.  "And they would have gotten away with it if Mrs. Stein
hadn't started screaming at your father that he and Mark wouldn't have
been there if they hadn't been fucking you and that blood tells,
because you were a whore just like your mother had been...   Then Mr.
Stein panicked and tried to kill Victor and Mark even though tthe
police were there."

She ducked her head and focused on petting Spike for awhile.  "I've
already called the school and made excuses.  I told them what had
happened, and that we'd already planned on adopting Marsha, but we
needed to reduce the stress in your lives, so you'll be back in school
as soon as things settle."

She looked up.  "Kathy and her parents know, and they agree that she
should be here to help us cope, since she's one of your close
friends."

Marsha and I looked at each other for a long time, and I could tell
she was devastated.  Hell, I was, and I'd only known her a few years,
since we'd met during our freshman year.

We slid together and shook while we were thinking our own thoughts,
then I spoke slowly.  "Yeah.  Mom?  You want to go see dad?  I can
drive you there after Kathy shows up, if you don't think you should
drive."

She looked at me seriously.  "Thanks, Honey.  I'd appreciate it."

"K.  Welcome."

So we just sat there and tried to deal with it, although I was mostly
blank, you know?  Trisha had decided that since we weren't moving, she
wanted some attention, so she stated bugging me, and then Jenny got
jealous and started shoving her way in between me and Marsha.

Marsha giggled a little and then moved over enough so Jenny could lie
down between us, then she started petting her.

After awhile she looked up, and she was smiling.  "They help, don't
they?"

"Yeah."

"Hey.  Can you handle Spike ok if we took the dogs for a walk after
you drop off mom?"

"I guess so.  He's only a problem when he plays and he forgets people
aren't dogs."

I turned and saw that mom had a barely noticable smile.  "That sounds
like a good idea.  One dog for each of you, and I don't know how long
it will be before we get home again.  Any idea where you'll go?  And
take your phone with you."

"Ok.  No idea.  Marsha?"

She sighed.  "I got some places I'd go wander when I couldn't deal
with going home early.  What about that hiking trail behind the park?
Do they allow dogs on it?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  As long as you pick up after them."

Mom smiled.  "Ok.  If you change your minds, call us.  Oh.  Masha?  Do
you have a cell phone?"

"No.  Can you guess why?"

Mom sighed.  "Yes, I can.  We'll stop and get you one on our family
plan before you drop me off."

Masha nodded.  "Thank you."

Mom sighed again, then leaned on Spike to lever herself up.  "I'll go
get dressed and wait in the living room."

After she was out of sight, I started laughing.

Masha watched me until I got myself under control, then spoke harshly.
"It's not funny, Warren!"

"I know it isn't, but I couldn't help it.  I suddenly had this weird
thought.  It's like we stumbled into the middle of a cold case show,
ya know?  Then I lost it."

Her lips twitched but she had better control than I did, so she just
smiled and nodded.  "I see what you mean.  Think we should sell the
rights to the movie, if someone asks?"

"Shit.  I don't have a clue.  Kathy might.  Ask her?"

"Yeah.  Suppose we could.  But I already know being famous sucks, and
you two know about the headaches of being rich.  Tell you the truth,
I'd like the money, but not what goes with it."

I sighed.  "Yeah.  Got some points.  But if someone's going to make
money by selling our misery, I want a cut.  We've earned it.  Guess
we'd better talk to Mark and see what he thinks."

"K."

Then we stretched out on the bed and hugged each other while the dogs
joined us.  Marsha shuddered, kissed me frantically, and then pulled
us together and started crying and shivering.

That was how mom and Kathy found us.

We didn't notice they were there until Trisha llifted her head from
Marsha's side to stare at the door, then she bounced up when she
recognized who had been coming down the hallway.

Jenny just kept her head where it was, on my side and under Marsha's
hand.

The bed shifted when someone sat on it, then a hand was stroking my
back.  "Hey, you two.  Lisa told me all the details she knew.  Roller
coaster, huh, Mar?"

"Yeah, life sucks big, ya know?"

"Bad?"

"Yeah.  Glad I was with Warren when it happened, though.  I keep
thinking I would have been hauled off and sent to foster care if I'd
been at home.  Never dreamed..."

"None of us could have.  Hey, though.  You got us, and Mr. and Mrs.
Patterson.  I bet my mom and dad would welcome you, too, so you still
got family, you know?"

"Uh huh."

Then Marsha looked into my eyes real hard.  I didn't know what she was
looking for, until she sighed.  "Brother and sister, for sure? Really,
really sure?"

"Yeah.  Sure.  Family.  This shit hasn't changed how I feel.  Just
pisses me off at...  Them."

"K."

She turned her head slightly.  "I ain't gonna be in good shape for
awhile.  And we're still sorta virgins even after we showered together
and then went to bed together.  Still ok with sharing him, like you
said awhile back, when you told me that shit about me loving him as
much as you do?"

"Of course."

"Yeah.  Ok.  Well...  Uh..."

She broke off what she was going to say and blushed before she looked
at me again.  "Were you gonna tell her?"

"Tell me what?"

Marsha kept watching me.  "Something that's dead serious
fuck-up-our-lives-big-time-if-people-find-out private."

I shivered and Marsha hugged me real tight while Kathy massaged my
back a little, until I started to relax again.  "Oh.  Hell.  Not like
this...  But we gotta, huh?"

"Yeah.  Could lose Kathy as a friend...  And all that other shit, now
that we know the media is gonna grab this and tell the world."

"What are you two talking about?  We promised each other 'friends
forever', remember?"

I shuddered.  "You tell her.  Maybe it will be better, 'cause you...
You know what I mean, right?"

"Uh huh.  And I felt like shit and homeless and confused, too.  Really
could have done without knowing, but it was worth it, too, later."

She took a deep breath and buried her head in my shoulder, then spoke
just loud enough that Kathy could hear her.

"Ren lost his cherry Tuesday night, but it wasn't to any girl.  Jenny
got it.  Then he spent the night fucking her and Trish.  And last
night when I got dumped on their doorstep, he told me as soon as I was
in the house.  Freaked me, ya know?  But I decided I was ok with it,
'cause he still wants to fuck them, and us and..."

She giggled.  "Trisha gives a hell of a tongue job.  No guy is ever
gonna be as good, and after what happened, I know he didn't screw them
after the first time, he loved them, and I want a piece of that, so
I'm not gonna let go, unless it's to you, 'cause you love him too. But
we gotta get used to sharing him if you stick around, 'cause I'm not
gonna make Trisha and Jenny leave, ever."

There was a real long silence, then I felt the bed move again when
Kathy shifted.

"Mrs.  Patterson?  Did you?..."

"Long story.  I thought he'd accidently done something to hurt Jenny,
checked on them since his door was cracked, caught him while Jenny was
licking his penis and then after he told me what happened, I told him
what he'd done wrong.  I gave him some advice and approval, then
closed the door and left them alone, because I wanted him to have
happy memories, since it was his first time.  It was his father who
gave him permission to fuck Trisha, if she'd let him."

"Oh."

Then she sighed.  "Your mother looks like shit, Warren.  She said we
were going to take her to the station, and then maybe we could take
the dogs for a long walk, 'cause we sure would be stupid to go to
school right now."

She touched my cheek lightly and then bent down to kiss me when I
turned my head to look at her.  "We'll talk about me joining your
harem, later, when we have some privacy again.  I want to, but I'm...
Scared of what could happen if people find out."

I sighed.  "Yeah, so are we, and we were, before..."

"Uh huh.  Why does life have to be so complicated, Warren?  I wish all
of us could just love each other and ignore the rest of the world."

"Yeah.  Be nice."

I sighed and shifted so I could sit on the edge of the bed and hug
Kathy.  "Sort it out later, and thanks for accepting what's happened.
"Mom didn't say it, but fucking Jenny was accidental, sorta.  I was
thinking about you when it all started to happen and things got crazy
real fast."

"Do you regret it?"

"A little.  Wish it had been you or Marsha, but I'm still a virgin
with humans, so...  Nahh, I don't really regret it.  At least I was
happy when I lost my cherry, and now it ain't gonna be the same, no
matter how hard we try later, to make it that way again."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes.  Don't ask me if I love you more than I do Marsha, because I
don't know.  I don't want to ever make that decision, ya know?"

"I do.  That's good enough."

She looked up and spoke to my mom.  "You know any Wiccans who can
perform handfastings?"

Mom looked startled, then giggled a little.  "No.  I was planning on
hinting that you should get on the net and start looking for
alternatives to traditional marriages."

Then she sighed.  "I hate to ask, but...

I sighed.  "Yeah, Mom.  I know.  You ready?"

"As soon as I grab my purse."

"K.  We'll get the leashes and meet you at my car."

* * *
{Kathy}

None of us had to discuss things when we got in Warren's car.  He
drove, of course, and Mrs. Patterson and Spike got in the front seat
with him.  Jenny had jumped in ahead of Warren, but with Spike in the
way, she had to move to the back seat with the rest of us.

Trisha had already settled with her head on Marsha's lap, so Jenny
managed to find some room and settled with her front feet and head on
my lap at first, but once we started moving she stood up and stuck her
nose out my window after I rolled it down a little for her.

Mrs Patterson noticed and laughed a little.  "Make her move, if you
get tired of trying to see through her."

"It's not a problem, really.  Usually she paces back and forth, and
that's worse."

Then I blurted out the question that had been bugging me.  "Lisa?  Did
Warren really lose his cherry to the dogs, and you're ok with it?
That's...  Weird."

She sighed.  "Yes, he did, dear, and we're really ok with it.  After
all, Victor and I have made love with them for years.  And don't you
three be talking about this just anywhere, either.  We can't afford
more problems right now.  Keep the talk about them, at our house, for
now.  You three are going to have to decide how you want to deal with
your own relationships, and that should give you plenty to talk about
when you are in public."

I giggled and touched Jenny's side lightly.  "Warren's gone from being
a virgin to having his own harem in two days.  Sorta cool, huh?  Crazy
that he'll be fucking Jenny and Trisha, too, but it sounds kinda kinky
and fun, too.  What about Spike?  What if we want to check him out?"

She laughed.  "You can check out Spike only if Vic or I are there, and
keep it to our  bedroom, ok?  Spike's knot could seriously injure
someone if you're not ready for it, and he can be hard to control
sometimes."

I sobered.  "Yeah.  He forgets we're people, doesn't he?  But how
could he hurt one of us?  Jenny and Trish are a lot smaller than we
are, and I've seen him fuck them lots of times."

She sighed a little.  "They're built differently than we are, so when
he ties, everything winds up in a place it's supposed to go.  With us,
until we're stretched enough, his knot could expand and tear us
inside. Even if we don't tear, the first few times can be painful. His
knot isn't as big as a baby is, but Warren can tell you it's big
enough to cause problems."

Warren broke in.  "Yeah.  I've seen him fuck Jenny and Trisha, too,
but I never realized how big his dick gets.  That bulge is a lot
bigger than one of my baseballs, and I sure wouldn't want to have that
suddenly stuffed inside me.  Would you?"

I thought about it.  "Sorta like fisting?"

I saw him nod.  "Suppose so."  He laughed.  "Dad's fist though, not
mine, and it would expand *after* it went in, not before.  Be easy,
since Spike's dick is a lot smaller than mine is, normally."

"Oh?"

Mrs.  Patterson giggled.  "Yes, Oh!  After he screwed Jenny, I
masturbated Spike and showed him how big Spike is when he's fully
erect.

"Uhh.  Right.  That's really weird."

She laughed.  "I know, but the alternative was risking someone
experimenting on  their own, and while Vic and I don't mind curiosity,
we don't want someone getting hurt because they didn't know what was
going to happen.   Getting tied with Spike is not something you can
let him start, then get scared and stop.  Once he's knotted, you have
to wait, and that can take five minutes, or it can take thirty minutes
or longer before it's safe to let him withdraw, if you aren't used to
him.

"That's especially true if he's tied in your ass.  Even I have to wait
if he does that, and I'm used to him, now.  We're not against
exploring, but we insist that one of us be there to help control him,
and then only in our bedroom because we don't want him getting the
idea that he can initiate sex anywhere he wants to."

I shifted Jenny so I could look at Mrs. Patterson.  "You folks are
seriously strange, aren't you?"

She had turned so she could look at me.  "Yes, to some people we are.
We'd hoped this would never come up, but it has, so we're not going to
panic, either.  You know we've always believed in 'informed choice'
when it comes to any decisions, and since Vic and I have a lot of the
information you need, we're making it available, now that we know you
need it."

I sighed.  "Warren?  What if I don't want the dogs in the room when
we're making out?"

He sighed a little.  "Then we lock them out, just like we probably
would have anyway."

I turned slightly.  "Marsha?"

She smiled.  "It was weird, at first.  But it was fun and neat, once I
watched him and Jenny make love to each other.  I know what fucking
is, and what they did, wasn't.  Then Trisha got involved, and I
just..."

She sighed and got dreamy.  "It didn't matter who was doing it to me,
it felt good, and by then Warren was hugging me and touching me
and..."

She touched Trisha and started petting her.  "When it was over, and we
were all twisted together and sharing the afterglow, I'd never felt so
loved in my life, and I needed that.  It didn't feel like the dogs
were stealing any of the love that should have been mine.  It was more
like all of our love just got mixed together and each of us grabbed as
much as we wanted, and then shared the rest with everyone else, with
gobs of it left over."

Then she sobered and studied me.  "I know what you're thinking, Kathy,
and until you've experienced it, I don't think you'll understand that
once you've been wrapped up in all that love, there's no way you're
gonna be jealous of me or the dogs.  If anything, you're gonna really,
really regret having to get up and leave it all behind."

I stared at her with disbelief and she nodded.  "Yep.  You were right.
Warren has more than enough love for the two of us, and last night, he
proved it to me."

Warren laughed suddenly and startled me.  "Hey, Kat?  Nobody's gonna
ask you to do anything you don't want, but I've seen you and the dogs
suck up attention from each other, and me, ya know?  That isn't gonna
change.  After you've fucked, it just gets more intense and...
Special.  Oh, yeah.  Now I understand why you didn't want me to say
anything the other day.  We'd already said everything that needed
saying out loud, and words would have...  Spoiled the mood.  If you
don't want the dogs around, that's no problem, or just tell them no
when they get too pushy.  They know the rules, too."

I blushed and looked at Mrs. Patterson.  When our eyes met she smiled
and nodded encouragingly.  I sighed and looked out the window to try
and distract myself, realized it wasn't working and asked the question
I'd wanted to ask when I first saw Warren and Marsha on the bed
together.

"Warren?  Did you and Marsha?..."

"No.  She gave me a blow job when we showered together, but that's
all.  I'm still a virgin with humans.  So is, Marsha, really.  We
talked about it, and I guess we decided the time won't be right,
unless you're there, too, didn't we?"

Marsha nodded a little.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  I've fucked a
lot of guys, sure, but I still haven't made love with one.  I want it
to be you for my first time, and that means Kat *has* to be there,
because we love her as much as we do each other, right?"

"Yeah.  Crazy isn't it?  Kat?  You still in?  Won't be right without
you there."

I stared again.  "You two have changed a lot.  I feel like I don't
know you any more."

Mrs. Patterson actually reached over the seat to touch me and get my
attention.  "Honey?   I was a lot like Marsha when I was her age, so I
can't really understand everything you're feeling right now.  It's ok
to have worries and fears about what's going on.  Even if the dogs
weren't involved, what's happening can't be called 'normal'.
Understand me so far?"

I managed to nod slightly and she smiled.

"Good.  Now, after you leave me at the station, the three of you need
to find someplace non-threatening, and then settle and talk things
over.  If it's at the park, or somewhere else public, I don't think
you should talk about how the dogs are involved.  Worry about
yourselves, first.  Jenny, Trisha and Spike are adaptable, and will
accept whatever you three decide, as long as you are consistent about
those rules.

"That said, you'll have the house to yourselves for most of the day,
because I plan on getting Victor off somewhere so we can start sorting
out how *we* feel about what's happening.  Plus, I imagine we'll be
dealing with the problems of adopting Marsha as our daughter.  I
expect to be gone all day, and we might decide to rent a room
somewhere, just to give ourselves a longer break, before all the shit
really hits the fan."

I froze and she noticed.  "Yes, things are that bad, and we think they
are going to get a lot worse before they get better, so we'd all
better do what we can to get our heads straight before it all hits.
And that brings me right back to you three and the dogs.  We've
already told Warren that when any of you decide the time is right for
sex, you'll be welcome at the house, and once a door is closed, what
happens is nobody's business but those on the other side of the door.
As long as it's consensual, we're not going to interfere with your
decisions."

She laughed a little.  "I wasn't planning on giving you 'the speech',
but I guess this is the time for it."

She looked at me and nodded, then at Marsha and finally she touched
Warren gently.  "Marsha and I will take our time while she decides
what phone and plan she wants."

He glanced in the mirror and met my eyes.  "Ok.  I'll find a shady
spot while we wait."

I nodded without breaking eye contact and he smiled back.  "Kathy and
I will manage to keep from getting bored while we wait."

I giggled at how serious he tried to sound.  "That's the Warren I fell
in love with.  The silly one!"

By then we were at the shoppping center, so he pulled up as close as
he could get without parking, and once they'd got out he took us way
out in the parking lot, by the street, where there was some shade
left.

Once he parked, rolled the windows down and shut off the engine, he
turned sideways to watch me.  "Lots of problems, huh?"

"Yeah.  You always have known when I can't think straight about
something."

He sighed.  "I always thought it was going to be you.  I was even
thinking about you when it happened, at first.  Then, after it was
over, I wished you were there, so we could share it all."

"I don't get it.  You were thinking about me, but you fucked Jenny and
Trisha anyway?"

He dropped his head dejectedly.  "Sounds like shit when you put it
that way, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh.  It hurts."

"It wasn't like that.  Like I told everyone else, it was accidental.
It just sorta happened and I lost control and forgot about everything
except how good it felt during everything."

"Wait a minute.  How can fucking a dog be accidental?"

"Weird, huh?  True though."

"Yeah?"

"Yes.  I was petting Jenny like always, before I went to bed, and I
was thinking about a few days earlier, when you let me cop a feel and
started teaching me how to get you off.  That was when I realized
she's a girl, too, and since she looks so much different, I started to
wonder if she felt different, too.

"So I started doing some of the same things you showed me, and
suddenly she got up and flagged me, like she was in heat.  I lost it,
tried to fuck her, did something wrong and she yipped in pain and
jerked away.

"She wasn't really hurt though because she came back and started
licking my dick like she really enjoyed what she was doing.

"That's when mom walked in on us and told me what I'd done wrong, and
that it was ok if I wanted to fuck Jenny for my first time.  Then she
left us alone because she wanted it to be special for me and that I
shouldn't be worried about being interrupted or needing to do anything
except what Jenny and I wanted to do with each other."

He sighed and raised his head so I could see his tears.  "Once I
started, I wasn't thinking of you and seeing Jen as some sort of
alternate for who I really wanted to fuck my first time.  In fact, I
lost control the first time and I don't remember anything except the
fact I must have fucked her, because I orgasmed inside her and when it
was over, I was on top and she wasn't complaining even though I must
have been real heavy on her.  In fact, until mom and dad explained it,
I thougt I'd raped Jen, and that made me feel miserable and later, all
I could do was think about how I'd feel if I'd lost control with you
our first time and that if I did, would you think I'd raped you..."

I knew I was staring at him with worry.  "You thought you'd *raped*
Jenny, even though you'd done the things I'd showed you, first?"

"Yeah.  Licked her a lot too, to help her get wet enough I could fuck
her, just like mom suggested I should.  Sounded really yucky when she
mentioned it, but I decided that was better than embarrassing myself
by going to mom and dad's room to get the bottle of olive oil and
using some of that instead."

I was going to say something else, until he mentioned the oil, then I
giggled.  "Olive oil as a sex lube?"

"Yeah.  In a squeeze bottle, and mom insisted on filling another one
and keeping it in my room and I'd better *never* let her find it empty
because she and dad would start thinking I liked rough sex and Jenny
isn't that kind of girl."

Then, he surprised me by blushing and looking away.  "Kat?  You and
Jenny have always reminded me of each other, just like I can't help
thinking of Trisha and Marsha being like each other.  And now... Well,
It's weird, but it's worse 'cause I can't stop thinking that loving
you is gonna be gentle most of the time, just like it is with Jenny,
and it's always gonna be a bit wild with Marsha, just like Trish is
wild and enthusiastic."

Then he slumped.  "Of course, that's if we ever make love to each
other.  I know enough to realize that you might not want to do
anything now that you know I like screwing the dogs, too, and probably
won't stop right away, and Marsha already doesn't mind having them
with us, even though we haven't fucked each other yet."

I sighed.  "Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared.  I always thought it would be just the two of us, once I
was ready.  Ok, I admit I was ready to share you with Marsha, but I
want..."  I fell silent and sighed.

"I wasn't expecting you to lose your cherry to a bitch instead of a
girl, ok? That sorta..."

He turned back.  "Yeah, I know, in a way.  But I'm trying to see it
this way:  I know what it's like to lose control, and I'm learning
ways to avoid that.  What got Jenny and Trish off was what I learned
from you, so I figure the stuff I tried on them will probably work on
you and Marsha.  If nothing else, I *know* I'll be making love to you
the first time we fuck, and not just fucking because it feels good."

He sighed.  "And you know what?  It's important to me that you
remember as much as you can of the first time, because I never will
know what happened with Jenny.  Marsha said she really gets off on
being a guy's first fuck, and I understand where her head's at, now.
It's supposed to be awesome and special and something you remember the
rest of your life, and as good as it all was later, all I'll ever be
able to tell anyone is 'I lost it and fucked Jenny and when it was
over I felt miserable because I thought I'd raped her, and that's all
I really remember about my first time'.

"And that, Kathy, really, really sucks and I don't want you to feel
that way and if there's a way for me to make sure you don't, I'll do
it."

By the time he finished and hung his head miserably, I was starting to
understand what had happened, and it wasn't what I thought must have
happened.

"That was foreplay I was teaching you, you..."  I sighed and laughed a
little.  "Idiot.  If a girl doesn't want to be fucked after you do
what I showed you, she must be dead, and it took all of my control to
keep from asking you to fuck me that night.  I'm not surprised Jenny
decided she wanted to be fucked, once you started massaging around her
clit.  That *is* what you started doing, isn't it?"

He laughed hesitantly.  "Yeah.  I didn't know if she had one, but I
decided to see what happened, anyway.  Then, later, you know how
strong her odor is when she's in heat?  Well, her normal smell is real
strong on my fingers, but when I tasted her, she was really pretty
bland tasting and that was when I lost it.  Once I knew she was able
to take my fingers, all I could think of was fucking her, and now I
think she helped a little, because I couldn't get in her at first and
then I was, and that was when I lost it and just fucked her because it
felt good and I couldn't stop."

I looked out the window for a long time, and petted Jenny and Trisha
while I thought about things.  Eventually I sighed and looked at
Warren again.  "I'm still scared, ok?"

"Uh huh."

"I still want it to be just the two of us, too.  Are you ok with that?
Be honest."

He sighed.  "I hadn't really thought about it, but I wasn't joking
when I said you should be there the first time Marsha and I make love
to each other.  I was thinking that's when you and I would fuck the
first time, but it wasn't something I really *wanted* to happen, if
that makes sense.  It's just what I think would be 'perfect' and I
don't really know if I want it to happen that way.  I guess I'm ok
with it being just the two of us.  I really do want it to be as
perfect as it can be for you, and if that's what I have to do, I'll do
it, because I want to do it, for you."

"Ok."  Then I veered a lot.  "Mom said something strange this morning,
before she sent me over to your house."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  She said your parents are probably the best ones to talk to,
when it comes to anything about sex, and they were going to tell them
that at the BBQ Saturday.  Then she wondered why nobody had thought to
set up a 'safe house' before this, considering how unsafe the old make
out spots are, these days.  She actually thought that kids like Marsha
have been unusually lucky, since nobody has been hurt or raped, yet.
She sorta implied that she and dad are going to suggest that your
place be used as a place where kids can make out and explore, and that
sounded really weird, coming from her.  I didn't think she was that
open minded, you know?"

He was staring at me when I stopped.  "If that happens..."  

He shook himself and looked at the dogs.  "Shit.  I know mom and dad
have been able to hide the fact they've been fucking the dogs all
these years, but we'd better talk to them about that.  I don't see how
we're going to be able to hide for very long if everyone starts making
out there.  That's gonna drive the dogs crazy, eventually."

I hit him with the last thing I expected to ever hear come from my
mouth.  "It may not be a problem.  Dad sorta laughed and commented
'Well, they do know a *lot* more than most people about unusual
lifestyles, don't they?'  I think they know about your parents, and
are ok with it."

He stared at me, obviously shocked, and I nodded.

Spike saved him from having to think of something to say, when he
barked happily and stuck his head out the window to bark some more.
When we looked at where he was facing, we could see Marsha and Mrs.
Patterson walking between the cars as they headed towards us.

I had just enough time to make my decision.  "Warren. Today.  When we
get back from walking the dogs, take me to your room and make love to
me, without anyone else there, ok?"

He was smiling.  "Yeah.  Sure."

"Good!  I wish we'd done it sooner, but I didn't know my parents were
expecting me to lose it a long time ago, and probably with you, now
that I know they would have been ok about it happening."

* * *
{Marsha}

After all the years of having to listen to my old parents' carping, it
was seriously strange yet nice to go shopping with Mrs. Patterson. She
led me into the store like she owned it, then when a saleswoman asked
what she needed she pointed at me and said 'My daughter needs a cell
phone.  Help her figure out which one, set her up with any accessories
she needs, and then figure out what else she'll need when we add her
to our family plan.'

Then she left us alone and that was scary at first, and I'd always
dreamed about having a phone, but I'd never realized how many
different types there were and had a hard time trying to figure out
what I wanted.

The saleswoman helped a lot though, especially when she said she had a
daughter of her own, and she knew what most kids wound up using.  When
I asked her if she got a commission she laughed and said no, so that
made it easier to believe her when she started telling me that some of
the more expensive phones would be more suitable than the cheap ones I
was looking at, at first.

Eventually we had this pile of stuff on the counter and I was real
nervous about how much it was going to cost, but when Mrs. Patterson
came over to close the transaction she just smiled and asked me if I
was sure I had everything I needed.

I was a little embarrassed, and said yes, then started telling her
everything it was going to be able to do...

And she managed to freak the saleswoman when she set her phone on the
counter and said "Fine.  Now put together four more packages just like
it.  Transfer everything from my phone to one of them, then activate
one set with a new number.  My husband and son will be back later for
theirs."

While everything was being taken care of she looked at me and laughed.
"Relax.  If you're worried about paying us back, we'll talk it over
later and find a way.  For now, consider your phone a 'consultant's
fee'.  Vic and I are always looking for ways to make the business more
efficient, and we've always figured you kids are more familiar with
the new technology than we are.  We've always wanted to be able to
send video at the same time we talk on the phone, and that alone will
make the cost of switching worth the expense."

She turned and looked out the window.  "You three are going to have to
be able to keep track of each other, and Kathy has her own phone, but
with all of you on one plan it won't cost you anything to talk as long
as you want, and that's going to be important in the long run, I
think."

She giggled.  "Warren and Vic are too practical, and they'll grumble a
little at first, but they'll accept the new phones and use them
because they're more efficient.  They won't admit they want all the
bells and whistles, but they'll use them anyway."

By the time she'd finished I was giggling uncontrollably.  "You enjoy
manipulating people, don't you?"

She laughed.  "The manipulation is mutual.  All part of the game,
Dear.  Even the dogs get involved in it.  You'll see.  Don't think I
didn't notice how Trisha has you wrapped around her paws already."

I blushed.  "Uhh..."

She smiled.  "Relax.  Warren's right.  The three of us have a lot in
common and there's nothing to be worried about.  Trisha enjoys life,
and now that I think about it, sharing that joy with others might be
one of the 'chores' you can do to help out and ease your conscience
about paying your way, even though you don't have to."

She'd managed to distract me but I didn't mind.  "Warren mentioned
doing chores to help out, a long time ago, and last night he said that
you'd probably talk to me about what I could do."

She sobered.  "Good."

Then she had to deal with all the paperwork and eventually I had my
phone and we were each carrying a huge bag with our stuff.  I wanted
to call Warren to test my phone but she stopped me.  "No.  He and
Kathy are probably sorting things out between them, so lets leave them
alone for now."

I stared at her.  "Really?"

She smiled sadly.  "Kathy's having problems accepting what's
happening, and Warren knows it.  They needed time to themselves so
they could be honest with each other without us to distract them."

"But she seemed ok, really..."

Mrs. Patterson sighed.  "We've all figured that she and Warren were a
solid couple, and their first times would be with each other.  Vic and
I were surprised when Warren told us about you, and we hadn't realized
just how close the three of you really are.  Warren has mentioned you
some over the years, but I'm afraid we missed the signs that said you
are an honestly in love threesome.  For that, we apologise, ok?"

She shook her head slightly.  "We can talk about the rest later. Kathy
will be ok with things, but don't be surprised if she wants her first
time to be with just Warren.  She'll never be completely like us, but
eventually she'll adjust and 'liven up a lot'.  Remember, this is all
new to her and Warren is so euphoric he wants everyone to be as happy
as he is..."

She giggled.  "Be patient.  Things will work out."

I looked across the parking lot and sighed.  "I should have seen it,
huh?"

"Marsha, you're young yet, and newly in love for the first time in
your life.  Plus, you just lost the family you've always known, and
you still can't be sure where your life is really going.  Give
yourself some time.  All roller coaster rides end eventually, no
matter how scary they are when they are happening.  Don't blame
yourself for missing things, it happens."

"Trust you, huh?"

"I hope you can, this time.  I'll try not to betray it."

I jerked around and stared at her.  "Try?  You can't...  Promise?"

She stopped walking and faced me calmly.  "Would you believe me if I
did?"

I dropped my head miserably and shook it.  "I couldn't.  Not right
now.  I want to, but...  I just couldn't believe you."

Her voice was gentle.  "Sucks, doesn't it?  Just remember, we raised
Warren to be just as honest, and he's not perfect, either.  Kathy is
the same way.  They'll both do their best, but they'll make mistakes,
too, and all we can do is accept that and get on with our lives."

I looked at her, then searched the parking lot and saw Warren's car.
"You wanted to give Warren time to do for Kathy, what he did for me
last night, didn't you?"

"Yes."

I faced her and watched her face.  "Do you think he can?"

She smiled slightly.  "She loves him enough to let him do that, yes."

I couldn't stop my blush and giggle.  "They have three dogs with them
and they're in a parked car in broad daylight.  Be seriously hard to
make love to each other like we did."

She giggled and started walking again.  "He and Kathy have known each
other long enough, they don't have to touch each other to make love.
They can do it with words alone."

I was frozen in place and I watched her get a few steps ahead of me
before I could move again.  I knew I was whispering, but I wasn't sure
I wanted her to hear me, anyway.  "Wow.  That must be awesome.  I bet
it must be fun to do, 'cause you can  do that *anywhere*..."

Spike must have been watching for us because we were only about
halfway to the car when he stuck his head out and started barking at
us.  He kept doing it until Mrs. Patterson had petted him a little,
then got back in the car.

I had to pet Trisha before she'd move to let me get back in the car
and that reminded me of what Mrs.Patterson had said and I blushed and
when I looked up Kathy was watching me and she had this sorta
questioning look and that made me blush even more, until I laughed.
"Tell you later, ok?  What about you?  You any better?"

It was her turn to blush, then she nodded.  "Yes."  She glanced
sideways, her blush got redder and then she sighed.  "No point in
hiding it.  When we get back from the park, I want Warren to take me
to his room and I'm going to give him my cherry.  Alone, ok?"

That made me get serious.  "Uhh...  Kathy?  Losing it might be pretty
painful..."

She giggled.  "Uh huh.  It was.  I did that years ago."

"Oh."  I blushed.  I hadn't been smart enough to do it that way, and
I'd screamed when the guy I'd picked just stuck his dick in and
started fucking me.

Then I remembered she wanted to be alone.  "Hey, being alone is cool.
It's sorta a real private and personal thing anyway.  You'll see."  I
didn't look away when I raised my voice a little after Warren had us
back on the street.  "And if Ren doesn't make it special, I'm not
going to shower with him or give him any more blow jobs for a month!"

The back of his neck got real red and his mother giggled.  Kathy just
blushed, and then she grinned.  "Well, Mar, if you won't, then I guess
me and the dogs will just have to take care of him, won't we?  And
there's always the jacuzzi.  You gonna stay away when we use it?"

I gaped at her.  "Kat?  When did you learn to be such a serious
tease?"

She grinned even more.  "Warren and I have been naked together in the
jacuzzi a lot.  I was just afraid of what my parents would think if
they found out we'd fucked each other, you know?  But this morning mom
sorta hinted that she was a little surprised we hadn't, yet.  It was
like she thought we had been and we'd been good enough at hiding it
she'd never been sure if we had, or not."

She giggled, and then blushed.  "Besides, who did you think was
teaching him some serious foreplay?  You think I was going to let
anyone else, even *you* do that, after all the years he and I have
known each other?"

"Uhh..."  Then I put it all together.  "Jenny really fucked up some
serious plans, didn't she?  Are you really ok with that?"

She sighed.  "I think I am.  I'd already showed Warren how to massage
around my clit, and that's what he did for Jen.  I kinda think I'd
have been more surprised if she *hadn't* wanted him to fuck her by
then, you know?"

I stared at her.  "Ren knows how to do *that*?"

She stared at me, then whispered.  "Didn't he cop any feels in the
shower?"

I blushed.  "We...  Uhh...  We soaped and washed each other, sure, and
we felt each other up some, but we didn't do any of that serious stuff
until I gave him his first blow job.  I know it's gonna sound weird,
but I wasn't interested in fucking him yet.  We didn't talk about it,
but we hadn't decided who he wanted to be his first human, ok?"

She sighed.  "You know I told him to make love to you, if that was
what you needed last night, to help you deal with all the shit going
on?"

"Yeah.  He mentioned that.  Seemed strange, 'cause I know what you
mean to each other."

She looked at Ren, then back at me.  "I want him real bad, you know?
But...  You *needed* him and..."

She shook her head and started crying.  "I *wanted* to be selfish,
'cause I love him so much, and I've always thought..."

She looked up and her eyes were pleading for me to understand.  "He
called me before you got there, and we were both terrified, for you,
and that he'd do something to make it worse.  And I'd...  Already
given you my word that I'd share him with you, anyway, so if it wasn't
going to be me who got his cherry, it *had* to be you.  In a way, it
makes it easier that Jen and Trish got him first, 'cause now we won't
have that between us to make one of us jealous later, you know?"

It was weird.  Suddenly I felt like I was as old as Mrs. Patterson,
and I guess in a way, I was, because I'd been fucking for years.

I knew what was going on, even though Kat hadn't come right out and
said anything.  She didn't have to.

She was scared.  Real scared, yet she was worried about how Warren and
I would feel, too.

It hurt, but I knew what I had to do.  It wasn't like I wasn't going
to have to do what I planned, later, and life had already convinced me
it was better to confront a painful experience as soon as I knew it
was there.

So I took a deep breath and raised my voice slightly.  "Ren?  Forget
the park and walking the dogs.  I'll be staying at the station with
Mom.  The cops and DA are probably going to want to talk to me anyway,
and I'm sure Mark will have lots of paperwork for me to fill out and
sign for the adoption, and I still want that to happen, real bad.
Besides, if Dad really has all my stuff, I'd like to get my purse and
some other stuff I'll need right away.  I'll get a taxi or maybe they
can drop me off later, when I'm all done.

"You just take Kat home, then the two of you had better love each
other, and do all the things you've wanted to do with each other for
years, anyway.  This way, you won't have to worry about me feeling
left out and ignored.  I gotta do all this crap anyway, and the sooner
I do, the sooner I can get my life back, you know?"

He sighed.  "You sure, Mar?"

"I'm not stupid, Ren.  Kat's real scared, and it shows.  I'm sure.
Just do it, ok?"

He sighed.  "Yeah, Mar.  We understand.  Life sucks and all that,
Thanks, for both of us.  We'll find a way to make it up to you, ok?"

I giggled tiredly.  "I've never been in a jacuzzi.  Can we make our
first time there?  It sounds like it would be nice to do.  Special.
Especially if Kat and the dogs are there, too."

He raised his voice.  "Kat?"

"Mar can be first in the jacuzzi, but I get to be second, and then
later I want to be first in the shower.  'Friends, forever', remember?
And we gotta start learning to share you, anyway.  Right?

He laughed.  "Right.  Deal.  See you when you get home, Love.  Maybe
the three of you can go shopping to redecorate your room."

Mrs. Patterson laughed.  "I *told* you mutual manipulation was all
part of the game.  We'll have the five-ton, and I doubt if all your
things have filled it, so we can haul your new furniture home instead
of having it shipped later.  It will help distract us from all the
other stuff we'll have dealt with, today.  I'm agreeable, and I'll
make sure Vic goes along."

There wasn't anything else I could do, except blush, and then start
thinking about how I wanted to redecorate.

Kathy surprised me when she giggled.  "Hey, Mar?"

"What?"

"Pick out some sort of door or curtain for the opening between your
rooms, ok?"

"I don't remember there being an opening between them."

She giggled again.  "There will be.  It was my idea.  I think a
curtain would work best, but it's your room, so you decide."

I was going to say something about her being a little crazy, then I
realized what Ren had called me and my jaw dropped with my surprise.
Sure, I'd had guys call me that before, but I knew he really meant it,
and that made it special...

"Hey, Ren?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you just call me 'Love', with big capital letters and all that
mushy stuff?"

"Uh huh."

"Ever say it to Kat, yet?"

"Nope.  Told her I love her, though.  Lots of times."

"Oh.  Wow...  That's like losing it all over again.  Be sure you say
it to Kat, too.  Wait until you're alone with each other though. She's
gonna be all over you when you do it to her the first time. Good thing
I'm wearing a seat belt or I'd be all over you.  That's some seriously
hot foreplay."

"Really?"

"For *real*, really."

"Wow.  Thanks...  Love."

"AARRRGGGHH!  Stop that!  I gotta be able to think pretty soon and if
you keep doing it, all I'll be wanting to do is snuggle and listen to
you, instead."

He laughed.  "Ok...  Mar.  Hey. we're here.  Safe to give you a kiss
before you go?"

I sighed and looked at the stark building.  "Yeah.  And a serious hug,
too.  Don't do anything to get us arrested, though, ok?  You and Kat
have a hot date I don't want you to miss."

He sighed.  "Yeah.  Got a point.  Let me get out and open your door
for you, ok?  Just...  Because?"

"Yeah.  Sounds real good."

After he parked I leaned over and hugged Kat.  "Thanks, ok?"

She hugged me back fiercely.  "Mrs. Patterson told me you know how to
focus?"

I sighed.  "Yeah.  Tell you how it happened, later.  Was hard not to
tell you, but I promised the guy who taught me, that I wouldn't tell
anyone unless it was to people who could recognize it when I did it."

"No problem.  Don't lose it in there, ok?  If you do..."

She shuddered and I knew I shuddered, too.  "Yeah.  I know.  I'm real
afraid of what's gonna happen, ya know?"

"Uh huh.  We'll make sure the jacuzzi is ready.  I think we'll all
need it by the time you get home."

I stiffened, and then I smiled.  "Yeah.  Home.  A real one.  Thanks,
Kat.  That's just what I needed to remember.  See you later, for
sure."

* * *
{Warren}

I hugged Marsha real tight and then I got serious and whispered in her
ear.  "Look, this is gonna sound real strange, but just let Mark take
care of things, and do what he tells you.  It's gonna be weird, how he
can really twist the truth around, but it works, and with him on your
side, everything will work out."

She sighed.  "You sure?"

I sighed back.  "Hell, no, but he's the best chance you've got of
staying out of a foster home or something like that, and since we're
adopting you with your permission, I don't think there's a lot they're
gonna be able to do.  They might try, but Mark's gonna do everything
he can for you once you tell him what you want, and since you're old
enough to be an adult, I don't think there's anything they can do to
you.  This isn't about you anyway, you know."

She pushed me away and looked at me real hard.  "I'm scared.  I don't
want to do this, but I know I gotta."

I sighed.  "Maybe you don't.  Just talk to Mark first, before you do
anything else, ok?  He might decide that all you have to do is tell
him what happened, and then he'll pass on what he thinks the cops need
to know, if they need to know anything at all.  Trust him, ok?  It
might not make sense when he does it, but he does know what he's
doing."

She smiled tentatively.  "You sound like you know from personal
experience."

I nodded.  "Sorta.  When I was about ten, I was with dad when he
delivered some solar panels and the guy later said dad had damaged
part of his fence when he backed in.  He hadn't even backed in,
because the guy wasn't ready for us, so we left them outside the guy's
fence.  The guy did the damage later when he was moving them himself,
but they wanted me to tell what I could remember.  Mark got them to
give him a list of questions, then he had me answer them while he
asked them.  He recorded it, and then we went over the recording
before he gave the cops a transcript.  That was it.  I never had to do
anything else.  Maybe he'll do something like that this time.  Just go
with whatever he decides, ok?"

She kissed me.  "Ok.  I'll try to not lose it in there, and I'll
probably be ok as long as they don't make me see *them* again.  I
couldn't deal with that right now."

"Be sure and tell Mark that."

She sighed.  "Ok.  Mom's waiting so I'd better go.  Take good care of
Kathy, ok?  Like you did us, last night."

"I will.  See ya when you get home."

"Yeah.  See ya."

We let go of each other and I just stood there and watched while they
went inside, then I turned around and got back in the car.

Kathy had moved to the front seat and she slid over and hugged me.
"She's in bad shape, isn't she?"

"Yeah.  Said she'll lose it if she has to see her old parents.  I told
her to talk to Mark about it before she does anything else."

"Good.  Let's get out of here and get something to eat."

"Any preferences?"

"Go to Kentucky Fried Rat's drive thru and get some fish take out?"

I laughed.  "What?  Not Jack's 'sawdust surprise'?"

She giggled.  "Nope.  I want something that has some flavor and
texture to it for a change."

"Fine with me.  Let's get something to share with the dogs, too."

"Ok.  We'd better get enough so some is left for Marsha.  She'll kill
us if we feed the dogs and forget about her."

"Right.  What if we get one of those big dinners from Panda, too?  She
loves Chinese food."

"Works for me."

"Kay."

We stopped and bought everything, and then to keep the dogs from
trying to steal our food, she fed them some of the chicken chunks we'd
bought for them, while I concentrated on getting us home.

Once we were parked we let the dogs out, and we carried the food
inside, with them escorting us.

It was all routine, but when I glanced at her, she sorta smiled
nervously.  "Hey, Warren.  We've done this lots of times, right?  So
why are we so nervous?"

I laughed.  "I was just thinking about how often we've been alone and
nude together, but this time I'm gonna be embarrassed when you see me
naked."

She nodded jerkily.  "I'm not really hungry, yet.  Can we go cuddle
and?..."

"Yeah.  I'm not hungry either.  Scared, but I kinda think once we get
started, we'll relax."

She giggled.  "What?  Two days and you're an expert already?"

I blushed.  "Nahh...  It just that we've done everything else, so this
time the only reason we'll stop is so I can put on a condom, unless we
do that right after we get undressed."

"I'm on the pill, and you know it."

"Uh huh, and dad told me that's when I really have to make sure I use
one."

She sighed.  "I was hoping my first time would be without one."

It was my turn to sigh.  "What if we do it that way the first time,
and I use a condom all the time after that?"

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

I nodded.  "Real scared.  I don't want you to get pregnant and have to
drop out of school or something like that."

She sighed.  "I was serious about the handfasting, you know.  And it's
my choice, right?"

I sighed.  "Mine too."

Then I had an odd thought and I went on slowly.  "Dad had a vasectomy,
and they're reversable now.  What if I don't use a condom for the
first time, 'cause I really do want it that way myself?  Then after
that, I use condoms until I can get a vasectomy and we know I can't
get either of you pregnant?"

She was staring at me.  "You'd do that for us?"

"Yes."

"I'm ok with it, but we'd better check with Marsha, too.  Maybe we
could have our tubes tied or something, too.  Something reversable,
anyway."

I nodded slowly.  "Yeah, whatever we do, all three of us have to agree
about it, ok?"

She smiled hesitantly.  "Of course, and lets talk it over with our
parents, too."

"Ok.  Let's put the food away, then go to my room and make sure the
door is closed before we do anything."

"Closed?  We're alone."

I managed to laugh.  "No, we're not.  Jenny and Trisha are here, and
they like to join in.  Trisha is hard to stop, too.  You can ask
Marsha about how hard she is to stop, 'cause she wouldn't leave her
alone once I started fucking Jenny."

She blushed.   "Oh.  Then we close the door.  Definitely!"

We put the food away for later, then, since the dogs had decided to go
outside, we got to my room without any problems.

After she made sure the door was latched she looked at me and giggled.
"Think they'll want in later?"

I chuckled.  "Probably.  I don't usually latch it until I go to bed at
night, and sometimes they like to nap on my bed."

She smiled.  "Well, today, you and your bed are *mine*, ok?  They'll
have to suffer."

I blushed.  "Yeah.  Ok."

Then we sat on the bed next to each other and there was a long,
awkward silence.

Kathy grabbed my hand.  "So what did you and Marsha do?"

"She had me strip, then I undressed her.  Then she put a condom on me
and we sorta cuddled with the dogs next to us and she cried herself to
sleep."

"I thought you took a shower together."

"We did.  That was later, after she woke up and had to go use the
bathroom.  She kinda freaked at first because she didn't want to get
dressed, so I told her she didn't have to."

Kathy giggled.  "I bet she freaked!  I still remember how crazy I
thought that was, at first.  We'd never been that way at home, and it
really scared me.  Now, it's no big deal, but I bet Marsha was really
surprised."

"She was at first, but you know how she is, and she decided she'd go
naked.  Then she decided she wanted a bath and asked me if I'd join
her.  She's taken showers with guys, but never with a lover."

"That's sweet.  I hope it was special for both of you.  Did it help
her?"

I sighed.  "Yeah.  It was scary though because she kept having these
mood swings and I never knew if she was gonna feel happy or sad when I
said something."

Kathy hugged me.  "I think you did a good job.  She's still scared,
but she's really fighting to keep thinking the happy stuff.  I was
surprised when she decided to let us be alone together."

Then she ran a hand along my arm as she looked down.  "Do it for me.
Let's do it just like you and Marsha did, at first."

"Really?"

"Uh huh.  It's like I know it gave her happy memories, and I want to
know how she felt."

"Ok."

I got up and stripped like I always did, but this time I deliberately
faced Kathy and when I was done I just stood there and let her really
look at me.  I shivered a little, and she noticed it, but she didn't
say anything, just sorta motioned me over close enough she could reach
and feel me.

I was limp at first, but once she started touching me, I started
getting hard and she giggled and we looked at each other and I blushed
again and sorta laughed.  "I guess I'll be able to get it up when
you're ready."

She giggled.  "I never thought about it after we got used to being
naked around each other, but you don't get hard very often then, do
you?"

I had to think about it.  "Guess not.  I do later, though.  I think
about you a lot when I jerk off.  Kinda easy, 'cause I know what you
look like so it's not like a real fantasy when I do it."

"Not a real fantasy?"

"Uhhh...  No.  A real fantasy would be like when I thought about doing
it with Marsha, before last night.  I'd never seen her naked or felt
her up, so I had to sorta figure out what it would feel like or what
she'd do when she undressed for me.  I've seen you do it so many times
that I know what you'd do, and we've cuddled in the jacuzzi, so when I
think about us and jerk off, everything is remembering, not a fantasy.
Except for the sex, and once you let me feel you up and all that, all
that's left for me to imagine is what it would feel like to be
actually fucking you."

I thought about it some more.  "This is gonna sound a little weird,
but when I jerked off and thought about us, it was real, and that made
it better than when I thought about Marsha."

She got a real serious look on her face, and finally she nodded.  "I
sorta know what you mean."

Then she blushed.  "Remember when I had you get me off?"

"Yeah.  That was weird, but fun.  I had to jerk off several times
before I could get to sleep that night."

She giggled.  "I couldn't stop thinking about it, either.  When I got
home I did myself so hard I was sore in the morning."

I stared at her.  "Really?  That's...  Awesome."

"Uh huh."

Suddenly she stood up.  "Take my clothes off.  Do it slow and touch me
anywhere you want while you do."

I blushed again.  "Anywhere?!"

"Yes."

I knew my hands were shaking when I started taking her clothes off,
and once I had her naked I couldn't stop myself from getting on my
knees and licking her.  I didn't even think about it, I just did it
because now that I'd done it to Jenny and Trisha, I just *had* to do
it to Kathy because I knew I'd enjoy knowing what she tasted like, and
that she'd probably enjoy it, too.

She giggled at first and told me I looked silly, then I must have hit
her clit just right because she jerked and jammed my face against her
and whispered 'Don't stop.'

I finally had to force my head away so I could breathe and she moaned.
"Oh, gods...  I nearly came..."

By then I wasn't nervous any more, so I just got on the bed and patted
it.  "Come on.  It's better when we're lying down."

She settled and hugged me.  "I never dreamed..."

I laughed.  "Uh huh.  I know what you mean, Love."

Her arms spasmed and I thought she was going to snap my spine.  "Oh!
Fuck me!  Now!"

Our hands found my dick at the same time, and she helped me find her
opening and then we sorta lunged at each other even though we were on
our sides and I was in her.

It was incrediblly wet and hot and smooth, and I *almost* lost control
and I did fuck her a few strokes and she started fucking me back, but
I managed to stop myself and then she stopped and seemed to be able to
think again.

"Wow.  I'm glad I broke my hymen.  You're so hot and it's just...
How'd you know to stop like that?"

I hugged her.  "I almost couldn't, but it seemed like you couldn't
either, and I just kinda *knew* that I had to stop until we could do
it right, and remember what we're doing..."

She kissed me seriously, and it wasn't like any of the kisses we'd
given each other before.

Then she sorta moved her hips like she was gonna fuck me but she
slowed down and whispered.  "Do it slow, ok?  Don't worry about
getting me off, I just want to feel you come inside me because this is
gonna be the only chance we have for a long time, and I just know
we're going to be fucking a lot and now I know why Marsha does it so
much."

I knew enough to not say anything, so I just started fucking her, and
then I petted her back like I knew Jenny liked and she moaned and
jerked against me, then started fucking me back.

Sometimes she'd move and try something and I'd fall out and we'd laugh
or giggle while one of us put me back in and finally we seemed to find
a rhythmn that let us fuck each other.

I don't think it was really that long before I sorta lost control and
grabbed her and started jamming myself as deep as I could because I
was going to orgasm.  She grabbed at me and helped and then I just
knew it was going to happen and I jerked us together and felt her jerk
me hard and I orgasmed and after a few seconds I just went totally
limp and I felt her do *something* to my dick and I grunted and jerked
again and this time when I went limp I knew I wasn't going to be able
to move no matter what she did, so I just hugged her tight and sighed,
and she did the same.

After a while she kissed me again and this time it was real tender,
sorta like one of Jenny's kisses, but more intense because she used
her hands to rub me like she was petting me.

"Thank you, Warren.  I love you even more, if that's possible.  Let's
not move, ok?  I want to feel you inside me forever."

"Uh huh.  I can't move.  I'm exhausted.  That was..."  I tried to
laugh a little but it came out as sort of a grunt.  "Intense."

She giggled.  "Better than Jenny and Trish?"

"Uh huh.  More special, 'cause I love you, and I knew we were making
love.  I love Jenny and Trish, too, but we were just fucking, at
first, if that makes any sort of sense."

She kissed me again and reached down to feel us.  "Thanks.  Now I
*know* I was your first lover.  I'm going to find a way to thank Jenny
and Trish for teaching you enough so you could love me instead of fuck
me.  I was jealous and a little hurt about that, but now..."

She snuggled against me.  "There's no way I can be upset after what
happened.  I was scared and didn't really know what was going to
happen even though I knew what was going to happen and..."

She giggled and put her head against me.  "I know what you mean about
losing it and thinking you raped Jenny, now, because if you hadn't
stopped us, I would have done the same to you because there was no way
I could have stopped fucking you!"

Then she cried a little.  "And that's what it would have been, too.
Fucking.  We wouldn't have made love, and I wouldn't be feeling that
everything is so...

"Perfect."

* * *
{Kathy}

I'd been scared at first, and then when Warren called me his Love, I
just suddenly felt so good because he'd always told me he loved me,
but that made it more real so I lost it and had to go all the way,
finally.

Then, as soon as he was in me I sort of went blank and it was like my
body took over until he managed to stop and that gave me a chance to
sorta realize what was going on so I could stop, too.

And that was really scary and nice at the same time because it was
like our bodies knew what to do, but they'd still let our minds do
things, too and if we just...

Fucked, it wouldn't have been anything special because it would have
been our bodies doing it and that sucked and now I kinda knew how he'd
felt when he told me he couldn't remember everything that happened his
first time with Jenny.

But the way we'd made love...

That hadn't been a bit like I'd always thought it would be.

It seemed to take forever and I was kinda disappointed that I hadn't
orgasmed, but if I had I wouldn't have been able to really enjoy
feeling everything that had happened, so it was good that it had
happened that way.

And when he'd grabbed me and forced himself as deep as he could go, it
should have been painful but it wasn't and I felt something in me
think it was the way it should happen and I just helped him and I
guess I'd lost control but I'd known exactly what I was doing, too.

Then he'd orgasmed and I just felt like it was *right* to try and
squeeze him and try and sorta milk him and I'd felt him jerk and I
felt real good because I knew I'd made him even happier...

And then I giggled, because Marsha had been right, but even she didn't
know what it was like to make love, not really and I wanted her to
because...

Love felt good, but this...

Now I knew what 'sharing the afterglow' meant, and if this had been
what Marsha had felt with Warren and the dogs, no wonder she sounded
like she was high on something.

Warren squeezed me gently.  "You giggled.  You ok?"

I started laughing.  "I wish we'd done this years and years ago, but I
know that if we had, we'd have only fucked, not made love even though
we would have thought we had, you know?  And now I know what Marsha
was trying to tell me, all the times she's tried to describe what sex
and the afterglow felt like."

I sobered a little.  "So this was really the right time for us to do
it, even though I was scared and jealous and hurt because you'd fucked
the dogs instead of me, and then I had to share you with her, but now
it's ok, and I can't wait to be there when you and she really make
love, and she gets to do *that* for the first time, and none of us
will be virgins then and we can all explore and do..."

I ran down finally and snuggled some more.  "Thanks, Honey.  I know
we'll get better, but this was perfect, ok?"

I felt his arms spasm, and then he licked my ear and I giggled.  "What
was that for?"

I felt his body get real warm, and he choked a little.  "Jenny likes
to lick my ears, and it feels real good so I figured I'd see if you
liked it as much as I do."

"Does she blow in them too?"

He laughed.  "No, but she sneezed once and I thought I was going to
have a burst eardrum but eventually I was able to hear ok again."

"Do it again."

"Ok."

This time he did it real slow and wiggled his tongue a little, and
that reminded me of what he'd done before we'd fucked and...

"It makes me feel good, but I know what would make me feel even
better, I bet."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh.  Would you eat me, now?"

He surprised me.  "You're not going to be too sensitive?"

"Huh?  How can I be too sensitive?"

"Marsha and I were talking about that right after she gave me that
blow job.  I wasn't really thinking, but she knew enough to just stop
doing anything right after I orgasmed.  Guys get real sensitive and
it's painful when something touches the end of their dick.  When Jenny
did it to me right after we fucked, I actually screamed at first.

"Anyway, Mar says that when she has a really intense orgasm, it's the
same way for her and she can't stand being touched for a few minutes,
so she likes to cuddle until she can stand to be touched again."

I thought about it, then sighed.  "All I know is that if you'd kept
going a little longer, I was going to have a real intense orgasm.  I
don't think I orgasmed yet, so..."

He hugged me.  "Sure.  I'll do it.  I like how you taste, and I bet
you'll taste even better, now."

"You are seriously weird.  You'd really eat me out just after you
fucked me?"

"Yep. Just makes it better, because I get to clean you up, too,
instead of you worrying about dripping all over the place."

"I what?"

He blushed.  "You mean you didn't know that my come isn't going to
stay in, but start oozing out as soon as I pull out?"

It was my turn to blush.  "I guess I did know, but I never thought
about it because..."

"Uh huh.  I'd never thought about it either, but I got to watch Jenny
clean herself up after our first time, and I thought it was really
neat how she made sure she kept herself so clean.  Then she cleaned me
up, too, so the next time I decided to see what is was like and she
let me and...  It was fun and it felt right to do it.  I never thought
about it being yucky or perverted, because I just wanted to, you
know?"

"Warren?  No, I don't know, but I know I almost orgasmed and I want to
and..."

He didn't say anything, he just worked himself down while I got on my
back and spread my legs for him and then...

He started massaging next to my clit and licking me and I don't
remember how long it took, but I do remember screaming because it felt
so good and then I discovered what he meant about being too sensitive
because he rode me when I orgasmed and kept licking me and I couldn't
stand it any more and I had to force him to stop.

When we looked at each other he was sorta worried, but he couldn't
stop from having this weird grin.  "Hey, Kat.  That was fun.  And I
was right.  You taste real good and it's a different taste than before
I fucked you, but I can't tell you how it's different, just that it
is."

I had to catch my breath.  "It was weird.  I couldn't stop orgasming
once I started and that's never happened before.   Do me a big favor.
Don't even *think* about touching me there for awhile, ok?"

"Cuddle?"

"Yeah.  I think I'm ready to go to sleep and I want to feel you next
to me."

"Ok."

He slid back up and we snuggled, and then I just sorta closed my eyes
to think about it all and savor it and...

The next thing I knew I was half awake and I had to go real bad and he
was still holding me and when I tried to get up his arms tightened...

"Hey!  Let go!"

"Mmm...  Do I hafta?"

"I gotta go!  Bad!"

He laughed and I got mad.  "What's that for?"

"Marsha did the same thing before we took the shower together.  She
even asked me if I wanted to watch, 'cause she says it turns some guys
on."

"That's...  I'm getting tired of saying 'weird and freaky', but I
can't think of anything else to call it.  Did you?"

"Not really.  I mean it was like being naked.  I could hear her going,
but I just sorta ignored it even though we were looking at each
other."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Nope."

"Let me go, and I'll meet you in the kitchen.  I'm starving.  What
time is it, anyway?"

He let go and I felt the bed move when he rolled over to look at his
clock. "Three PM."

"No wonder I'm hungry.  I haven't eaten since breakfast."

He laughed again, then he surprised me.  "Don't wash up or anything."

"Huh?"

"I'm serious.  I thought mom was crazy when I thought about it when
she was fixing dinner after I fucked Jenny, but she told me not to,
because I shouldn't clean up until I really wanted to because if I
did, I'd remember that and resent it."

"Well, I'm going to wear my panties, at least, because I don't want to
be oozing your semen all over everything and having it drip down my
legs like I'm some sort of slut."

"K.  Uhh...  Don't let Trish or Jenny do anything unless you're in one
of the bedrooms, ok?"

I blushed.  "You mean?"

"I don't know, but I do remember that after I fucked Jenny and was in
the den talking to dad, Trish came in and kept nosing me really hard.
That was when dad told me she likes the taste, and that was how they
knew I've been masturbating, because Trisha was getting my shorts and
socks out and licking them clean.  That's why their hamper is bolted
to the wall and has that weird latch on it, to keep her out of it."

Then I remembered what Marsha had said.  "Trisha is a lot harder to
stop than you, right?"

"Yes, but she will stop if you're firm enough about it.  She pushes
things a lot to make sure you mean it."

Then I remembered what woke me up.  "I'll deal with it if it happens.
Right now, I'd better go."

He chuckled.  "See you in the kitchen.  Fish or Chinese?"

I was already headed out the door.  "Whatever!"

By the time I finished, he had reheated the fish dinners and was
feeding some more of the chicken to the dogs while he ate.

When he saw me he gestured at my plate.  "I decided to save the
Chinese for when Marsha is here.  I started the jacuzzi heating, too."

I settled and started eating before I smiled.  "Efficient.  I might
expect this treatment all the time, once we're all handfasted."

He blushed and I giggled but didn't say anything more while we ate.
The dogs were too busy begging, I guess, because none of them tried to
sniff or lick us until we'd put the leftovers away and settled on
Warren's bed again.

We'd left the door open a little, and all three of them came in to
check things out.

It was weird to watch.  Spike came in, sniffed the bed in a few
places, licked a few times, and then jumped down and curled up on the
rug and went to sleep.

Jenny went right for Warren's penis, and he looked at me and blushed,
but didn't do anything after I stared awhile and then sighed.  "I
gotta get used to it, and maybe I can learn something about what you
like."

Trisha got on the bed and sniffed around, and before I really knew
what she was doing, she came over and stuck her nose between my thighs
and stared forcing my legs apart so she could lick me.

I flinched and Warren laughed before he got serious and told me to
push her way and tell her 'No!' if I didn't want her doing anything,
but then she hit my clit with her tongue and it was like she knew
exactly what would turn me on because it seemed like every time she
licked I just kept getting more and more turned on and finally I
managed to think a little and let myself fall backwards.

I knew I was blushing but I just shook my head a little and closed my
eyes and let her do whatever she wanted until I orgasmed again and
then she kept going and I actually screamed a little and finally had
to gasp for Warren to stop her because I couldn't.

He did and all I could do was lie there and shudder until my body gave
up and I went totally limp from exhaustion.

When I felt like I had the energy to move again I managed to whisper
at Warren.  "How long have I been out of it?"

He sounded like he wanted to laugh but he didn't.  "Are you sure you
want to know?"

"Long time?"

"Uh huh.  It's almost nine PM.  Marsha's home and mom and dad left the
truck and took off in her car, hours ago.  They'll be back tomorrow
afternoon and we're not supposed to answer the phones or open the
gates to let anyone in except for Mark if he shows up.  But they don't
think he will until after they get home and they call him."

Then the bed moved and I felt him settle next to me.  "Things are
already getting crazy.  There are a bunch of private security people
on the property and a cop car is parked at the curb to keep an eye on
things, too.  Dad says we can walk around the yard and stuff, but
don't do anything except normal stuff unless we are in the house or on
the back porch where it's private."

He sighed.  "Mom and dad closed all the curtains and lowered the
security shutters on all the windows that can be seen from the street
or the neighbor's yards, before they left again.  They don't know how
long it will be until we can raise them."

Then he hugged me.  "And we gotta be careful about what we say when
we're outside, because there might be sensitive microphones pointed at
us."

By the time he was finished I was wide awake.  "What's going on?
Where's Marsha?"

"I'm right here.  Been waiting for you to wake up."

I looked, and she was sitting down with her back against the wall next
to the door, and Trisha was sprawled in her lap and sucking up
attention.

The next thing I noticed was that she'd been crying.

I shoved at Warren and made him move over, then I looked at Mar again.
"You look terrible.  Get up here, between us, ok?"

She looked surprised, then decided not to argue or anything and just
sorta shoved at Trisha until she moved, then she sorta crawled over
and onto the bed.

Once she was between us I sighed and looked at Warren.  "I gotta go
again, but I'll be right back.  You already know what you need to do,
right?"

He sighed and wrapped his arms around Marsha.  "Yeah.  What do you
think we did while we waited for you to wake up?  She's been crying
for hours, already."

I gasped, and he nodded.  "Later, huh?  I'm not in real good shape
myself, and I don't think you will be, once you hear the rest of it."

"There's more?!"

"Yep."

"Shit!"

"Lots of it, Kat.  Lots of it--and it's gonna get worse from what mom
and dad were saying.  Looks like some of our friends, weren't.  Latest
paper's on the kitchen table if you want to know more."

I went to the bathroom and then decided to go to the kitchen and get a
snack and read the paper Warren had mentioned.

By the time I finished, I was shaking and miserable.

To give myself time to think I decided to put something together for
Marsha and Warren and take it to them.  I could tell they hadn't eaten
yet because all the food had been just like we'd left it when we put
it away.

It wasn't really surprising that Spike was my only company, and when I
started crying he came over and licked my face worriedly, and I hugged
him, like I always did when he tried to comfort me.

It helped, and I couldn't help thinking that I was finally able to
start understanding why Warren's parents had made love with their dogs
for so many years, and why Warren was so happy every time he mentioned
his night with Jenny and Trisha.

In a strange way I couldn't really describe yet, it was right.

That scared me, too, because I knew most people thought fucking
animals was wrong, but I sorta didn't think it was, now.  I didn't
know if I wanted to do it all the time, yet, but I knew that I loved
Warren, and even Marsha, and when you loved them, and you really
wanted to show them you loved them, it was ok to fuck them too, if you
wanted to, and that just made things...

Way better.

So why not do it with the dogs, too, if you all loved each other
anyway?

It didn't really matter that they were different, did it?

They obviously didn't think so, so why should we?

Weird.

Finally I had everything ready and I sighed.  I didn't have any more
excuses for avoiding thinking about what I'd read in the paper, and
that stuff made me angry and sick because most of it wasn't true, and
it was obvious that some of what the reporter had written had been
told them by a couple of girls I thought were my best friends, and I'd
trusted them with my best secrets...

But they'd twisted them and made us all seem...

It was ugly, and no wonder Marsha and Warren felt like shit.  So did
I, now, and it was worse because I'd been feeling so good after we'd
made love finally.

I picked up the tray and looked at Spike.  "Come on, Spike.  I think
we're gonna need you, too.  You're gonna be pretty busy comforting
people in there."

I laughed a little when his head tilted like he was thinking about
what I'd said.

Then I gestured with my head.  "Let's go."

* * *
{Interlude: Victor}

I stopped in the driveway and waited for the gate to close behind us,
then I sighed and looked over at Lisa.  "Did you get everyone warned?"

"Yes."

She smiled grimly.  "There're some kids who are going to be grounded
for *months*, too.  Kimberly and Laura, in particular.  Their parents
were *not* happy when I told them what they'd done to Kathy, Warren
and Marsha."

I laughed bitterly.  "They can't lie their way out, either.  Not with
what's in the paper."

She sighed.  "Yep."

Then she leaned over and hugged me.  "Are we doing the right thing by
leaving them alone for now?"

I sighed.  "Mark thinks so, and I trust him."

"But do *you* think so?"

I shook my head.  "Who can think, after reading the article in the
paper?  I hope so, but I don't know...  I wish we'd learned to
meditate.  I'm really counting on the kids doing that while they get
themselves sorted out.  It's always seemed to help them."

"Uh huh.  I've been keeping an eye on Marsha.  She's been using it to
keep herself under control all day, but I could tell she needed Warren
and Kathy long before we got her home.  There's a good chance she's
let go and collapsed already."

I sighed again.  "Yeah.  He must have been in a lot of pain when she
hugged him.  I was watching, and he really grimaced, but he didn't say
anything about it.

"Oh?  I missed that."

"You were putting things away and getting what we needed."

"Oh."

We looked at each other grimly and I tilted my head towards the road,
and all the strange cars parked nearby.  "So.  Where should we let
*them* catch up with us?"

She looked at all the cars parked on the street and laughed. "Denny's?
I'm hungry, and their food is good, but not so good I'd be real upset
if we're interrupted while we're eating it."

I decided to laugh bitterly again before I pulled out and watched in
the mirror while cars suddenly pulled away from the curbs to settle in
behind us.  "Denny's, it is, and I hope you remembered those contracts
Mark made up for us.  I have a feeling nobody is really going to argue
about the terms in them, at this point."

She giggled.  "I have them.  I just hope we have enough of them to go
around."

I snorted.  "With his commision, I'm sure Mark will be willing to hand
deliver more, if we need them!"

* * *
{Marsha}

It was weird.  After I told him a little about what we'd read in the
late edition of the paper and cried myself out, we'd gone to Warren's
room and just sort of settled on the floor with the dogs.  Spike was
all over me, trying to lick my face and everything and Warren had
smiled and said 'He likes to make people feel good when they're sad.
You'll get used to it.'

I'd sorta giggled and hugged them both.  "Yeah.  It does feel good,
doesn't it?"

It was strange, too, how Jenny and Trisha just sorta seemed to pick
one of us and ignore the other person.  Jenny sorta shoved past Spike
and settled next to Warren with her head in his lap, then just lay
there as if she expected him to pet her, and I don't think he even had
to think about doing it.

"You two do that all the time, don't you?"

He looked at me funny.  "Do what?"

I pointed.  "That.  She gets next to you and then you pet her.  I can
see why she reminds you of Kathy, now.  She's not pushy or slutty
about it, but it's like you and Kathy are.  When you're together,
you're always touching each other, aren't you?"

By then Trisha had settled across my legs and shoved her head under my
hand, so I blushed before I went on after starting to pet her.  "And
Trish really does know what she likes and wants, and isn't afraid to
go after it, is she?  Just like me, I guess, but right now I'm sick
and scared and nervous..."

He sorta snorted, then sighed.  "You left out angry and hurt, just
like me, and I'm *really* not looking forward to telling Kat what's
going on."

I looked at Kat and how she was just sprawled on his bed.  I knew what
it was like to feel satiated, but Kathy looked...

I giggled.  "Hey, Ren?"

"What?"

"I know why Mona Lisa has that mysterious smile."

"Huh?  Where'd that come from?"

"Look at Kat and think about it.  She's just been fucked, right?"

He blushed, then looked at Kat carefully.  "Yeah, she does have that
same funny smile, doesn't she?"

Then his blush got darker.  "But I'm not the one who did it, not
really."

I stared at him.  "But..."

"Yeah, we started just like you and I did.  I stripped, then I
undressed her because she wanted to feel the same things you had, you
know?  Then I couldn't stop myself from starting to eat her out right
after I took her clothes off, because I just *knew* she'd taste good.

"Anyway, she'd jammed my face into her and eventually I had to force
myself away so I could catch my breath.  Later she said she'd almost
orgasmed, and I kinda felt bad about not being able to get her off,
but by then we'd made love, and she asked me if I'd eat her out until
she orgasmed because she didn't think she had yet, and I was ok with
it, so I did, and she tasted a little different after being fucked,
and that was fun, too and I felt real good about getting her off
finally and I wanted to keep going, but she made me stop because she
was too sensitive."

I was watching him while he told me what they'd done, and he was...
'rapt' was the only word I could think of.  Was there a word to
describe a guy who looked like he enjoyed getting girls off more than
himself?  I didn't know, but I knew if there was one, I wouldn't
hesitate to use it to describe him right then.

Can guys giggle?  It sure sounded like he did, and I'd never heard a
guy do anything like what he was doing.

"But it wasn't me who did *that* to her."  He pointed at my lap.  "It
was Trish."

I blanked.

When I recovered I looked at Trisha, then at Kathy.  "You're trying to
tell me that even though she had all those problems about you and the
dogs this morning?..."

This time he nodded seriously.  "Uh huh.  Would you believe it was
accidental, kinda?"

"This I just *gotta* hear."

He laughed and slid over to cuddle with me.  "Sure.

"After I got done eating her out, we cuddled and went to sleep, just
like when you cried yourself to sleep last night."

"Uh huh...  That felt good.  Thanks."

"Yeah.  Kathy said you might, and that I should let you do it if you
did.  She told me not to try and move for anything, too."

I giggled.  "Not even to go to the bathroom?"

"Nope!"

"She's pretty smart about that stuff, isn't she?"

He smiled.  "Yeah.  I think it's all that time she spends with mom.  I
don't know what they talk about, but whatever it is, it keeps getting
harder for me to hide things from her."

I nodded.  "You think someday I'll be able to talk to mom like that?"

He turned and looked at me seriously.  "I noticed that in the parking
lot.  You're already calling her 'mom'.  That's some serious shit,
considering it hasn't been a day, yet, since you were kicked out."

I sighed.  "I know, Honey."

His eyes got wide and his arm tightened.  "Wow."

I smiled.  "Uh huh.  But I just...  Gotta do it.  I mean it, too.  I
haven't really had a mom and dad since I started my periods, so it's
not like I haven't wanted to call someone mom and dad for a long time,
anyway."

"That sucks."

"Yep.  So, you think they're ok with it?"

He hugged me again.  "Mom loves it.  You don't know her good enough
yet, but I do, and every time you've said it, her breathing has just
sorta stopped a few seconds and then I think she'd get a real silly
grin if she thought she could get away with it.  I've seen her kinda
do it when Kathy teases her by calling her mom, but when you do..."

He shook his head a little.  "Trust me.  She's real proud of you, like
you were her real daughter that she'd raised all your life."

"You sure?  That's sounds...  Unreal."

"I know, but I just know it's true.  So, you could talk to her about
*anything*, and she'd just love you even more than she does already."

"More?  After today, I wouldn't have thought that was possible."

He nodded as if he wasn't really paying attention to me.  "Uh huh.
It's true though.  I felt the same way before she caught me after I
tried to fuck Jenny.  I thought she was going to explode, but she
didn't.  She was real calm about it, like it was no big deal and
they'd expected it to happen, even though we both knew I was
*supposed* to get caught fucking a girl, if I was going to get caught.

"Jenny could have been you, or Kathy, or anyone else, even a guy, and
she would have been the same way."

Then he looked at Kathy a long time, and turned back to me and he
wasn't laughing or anything and  knew he was the deadest serious I'd
ever seen him.

"So I know that she'll be the same way for you or Kathy, no matter
what you try to talk to her about, or do.  So will dad."

Then he blushed.  "That reminds me.  I know you're on the pill, but
they're gonna want to be able to ask me or you about that and how
often you get exams and all that female stuff."

"Ask you?!"

"Uh huh.  Dad says it's part of being a man, to know all that about
whoever he's fucking, just like you'll have to know about anything I
need to do, like making sure we have condoms all the time, until we
decide to have kids, or we..."

He sighed.  "Shit.  I wish Kat was awake."

"Why?"

"She and I talked about it a little before we fucked each other.  She
wanted it without a condom, and so did I, so we did it that way this
time but from now on, I'm going to use a condom when we fuck,
unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I was thinking about getting a vasectomy, and she suggested that you
guys might get your tubes tied, or do something else if it's
reversable.  But, we *did* decide that whatever it is, we all gotta
agree about it, or we don't do  it."

"You're *serious*?"

"Yes.  Dad had it done shortly after I was born, and as far as I know,
he and mom have never regretted him doing it."

I stared at him.  "I think you and your folks are seriously weird and
sane at the same time, you know?  I gotta think about it, and I *know*
I'm going to have to talk to mom and dad and Kathy about it before I
even think about anything like that for any of us."

"Yeah.  We figured on talking to you, them, and her parents, too,
before we thought about it any more."

Then I remembered what had started all this.  "You going to finish
telling me how Kat got..."  I pointed at her.  "Like that?"

He laughed.  "Yeah.  She had to go when she woke up, and I told her
how Trish likes the taste of semen and she decided to wear her panties
and deal with Trisha if it happened, but not worry otherwise.  So she
went to the bathroom and we met in the kitchen and we had something to
eat while we fed the dogs some more of the chicken we'd bought for
them.

"Nothing happened though, which makes sense because mom and dad have
trained the dogs not to do that stuff unless they are in the bedroom,
but once we were back on my bed, they all came in and Spike checked
out the bed before he went to sleep on the rug.

"Jenny checked me out and started cleaning me, and Kat decided she'd
watch and maybe let Jen teach her some of what I liked, and while that
was going on Trish sorta snuck up and started checking her out.  You
know how Trish is about that already, and Kat was embarrassed at
first, then Trish must have done something because all of a sudden Kat
lost it and just fell back on the bed and let Trish do whatever she
wanted to do."

I blushed.  "Like what happened to me?"

"Yep.  I think she had multiple orgasms, because she screamed a few
times, then finally managed to tell me to pull Trish off of her.
Then..."

He grinned and looked at Kathy.  "I think it was too much because I
tried to ask her if she was ok and she never answered me, and she's
been smiling like that ever since I got Trish to stop licking her."

I looked at Kathy, hard, then grinned.  "Was I like that when Trish
got done?"

"Nahh...  You were smiling sorta like that, but you never passed out
like she has.  And you didn't scream, either, although I think you
*did* gasp a few times like you were stopping yourself from screaming,
or something."

I sighed.  "I wanted to, but I had to learn how to control myself so
we wouldn't get caught."

Then I realized something.  "I won't have to hold back, here, will I?"

"I don't think so.  They said they'd ignore anything that they heard,
as long as it didn't sound like someone was getting hurt."

Then he sighed and I looked at him sharply.  "What was that for?"

"Remember what they said about us being careful about what we said and
do outside?"

"Oh, yeah.  That.  That sucks, because I was just thinking about the
jacuzzi."

Then I slumped and cried some more while he held me and the dogs did
their best to comfort us, too.

Eventually Kathy woke up, and sorta freaked out when Ren told her how
long she'd been out of it, then she realized I wasn't visible and
asked where I was and that was when I spoke up, and she got up enough
to look at me and I could tell she knew I wasn't in good shape and she
just totally freaked me out when she insisted I get on the bed between
them, and then she just got out of there and left me and Ren together
so we could do...

Whatever.

I didn't even have to think about it any more.  I knew what I needed,
and we were on his bed, and I didn't care anymore about the dogs or
Kat being there.

"Love me, Ren.  Now."

He hugged me and didn't move for awhile, then he kissed me real
tenderly and pulled back a little.  "You sure?  I thought you wanted
it to happen in the jacuzzi."

"I know.  We can do that later."

"Let me get a condom."

I giggled.  "We're screwed up, and I'm wrapped around you begging you
to fuck me and *you* can still think about condoms?"

He laughed.  "Yeah.  And one us had better call mom or dad and have
them get some more, cause I think I'm going to be using a lot of them
and we probably can't leave the house for awhile, either.  And Kathy's
gonna have to get more of her pills soon because I think she'll be out
in about a week."

I stared at him.  "You are totally weird.  I can't think of a single
guy I've been with who cared about how many pills I had left.  All
they worried about was if I wasn't going to get pregnant if we forgot
about using a condom.  Not that I ever let anyone do that.  I'm horny,
not stupid."

I finally giggled.  "Go get the damn condom.  Get the box for all I
care."

He surprised me by just leting go and rolling over so he could dig in
the drawer next to his bed, then he held up a box.  "Got them!"

"Gimme!"

He laughed and handed me the box.

I opened it, pulled one out and tore it open and shifted enough so I
could get him hard and put it on.  Then I just moved and stuck him in
me and hugged him.  

"Do it, Ren."

He pulled out and got up on his arm to look at me seriously.  "I got
my own ideas about that, ok?  Don't argue this time, just get on your
back."

"Huh?"

He grinned.  "You'll see."

I sighed and rolled to my back.  "Like this?"

"Yeah."

Then he grabbed a pillow and made me raise up so he could stick it
under my butt.  I kinda freaked at first, but then he stuck his dick
back in me and just kept it buried while he started working my clit
and I know my eyes got real wide when he did that and then he moved
one hand and started rubbing my stomach while he moved in and out real
slow and I gasped.

"Wow!  That's seriously *nice*.  When did you learn to do that?"

He grinned.  "I experimented a lot with Jenny and Trisha.  We didn't
get much sleep, ok?"

I grinned back at him.  "It's definitely ok.  If this is your idea of
how to love a girl, I'm not going to argue with you about it.  Don't
stop, ok?"

He didn't say anything, he just kept working me and I knew that he
wasn't going to try for his orgasm until he knew I'd had mine, and
*no* guy had done that, ever.

And that sent me over and he just kept doing what he was doing until I
couldn't orgasm any more and I managed to open my eyes and look at him
blearily and whisper: "Stop it.  Don't pull out, just don't move, or
do anything else for awhile, ok?"

He smiled and nodded.  "No problem, Love."

I lost it again and just opened my arms.  "Fall on me like you own me.
I love you."

He didn't of course, but he did lower himself, and I wrapped him in a
hug and pulled hard until he let most of his weight settle on me.

Then I closed my eyes and kissed him and started crying again, but
this time it was because I was so happy, and I didn't have any doubts
that no matter what went down, we'd survive it all and sure, we'd
probably hurt each other sometimes, but we'd survive that, too,
because compared to what we were living through now, I knew just about
anything we did to each other would be nothing serious no matter how
much it hurt when it happened.

Then a nose and a tongue hit my face and I flinched because I'd
forgotten about the dogs.  It was gentle, though, and I smiled.  "I
bet that's Jenny."

Ren laughed.  "Yep.  Trisha is busy begging food from Kat."

"Food?"  Suddenly I was real hungry, but I didn't want to move,
either.  "I'm hungry, but I don't want to move."

Kathy laughed.  "Relax, If Warren sits back up, and you stay where you
are, I think I can keep the dogs out of the way while you feed each
other."

"How are you going to do that?"

She giggled.  "I'll make them follow me to the kitchen, then give them
the last of their chicken chunks."

I sniffed the air.  "That doesn't smell like chicken chunks."

"It's not.  We bought a Chinese dinner and saved it for when you got
home because we knew it was your favorite."

I started crying again and I felt Kathy's hands touch me before she
spoke softly.  "Come on, girls, Spike.  Your food is in the kitchen."

I felt the bed move and then the door closed.  I opened my eyes in
time to see Kathy put a tray on the bed next to us, then she smiled
and left again and made sure the door latched behind her.

Warren shoved himself up and we smiled at each other before he reached
for some of the food and held it so I could nibble at it while he was
still inside me.

After I finished what he held I sighed.  "Ren?  It's Chinese, and we
both know we can't stay like this and eat all of it."

"Uh huh.  Yeah.  But I'm willing to try anyway."

I giggled.  "Really?"

"Yep."

I grinned.  "So am I.  Let's do it."

We managed to eat most of it, and what wound up on me, he licked off
and that was fun, too, and by then Kathy had come back without the
dogs and she was laughing so hard she started choking and that set us
off and we all wound up in a big pile and this time she and I sorta
looked at each other and I giggled.  "He didn't get off when he fucked
me."

She nodded.  "I guess we need to do something about that, don't we?"

"Uh huh.  Any ideas?"

She blushed.  "Teach me how to give him a blow job?"

I gaped.  "He just fucked me.  You sure?"

"You'd do it if I wasn't here, right?"

It was my turn to blush.  "That's different.  I like tasting myself on
a guy."

She sighed.  "I'm not stupid, just because today is the first time
I've been fucked.  When we get handfasted, eventually we're gonna do
every possible combination of us and the dogs, so there's no reason we
can't start that sorta stuff now, right?"

Ren laughed.  "I think getting a blow job from both of you at once is
going to be a lot of fun.  Want me to eat one of you out while you're
doing it?"

Kathy and I both blushed and I knew she hadn't thought about that
possibility, either, and we stared at each other and I giggled first,
and then Kathy started and that got me laughing so hard I was crying
again and finally I managed to stop and I grinned again.

"I'm gonna really enjoy being around the new Kathy and Ren, you know?
They sound like they're gonna figure out some seriously kinky and fun
things for the five of us to do together."

* * *
{Warren}

I blushed when Marsha called me and Kathy kinky, then I remembered
some of the suggestions she'd made last night and I grinned.  "We're
kinky?  You gonna tell Kat some of the ideas you came up with for when
we all use the jacuzzi?"

She blushed and looked at Kathy guiltily.  "Uhh..."

Kathy just watched Marsha while she stammered, then she raised an
eyebrow and did her deadpan Vulcan imitation.  "Warren mentioned that.
I find that thinking about the possibilities leads to some fascinating
conclusions."

Mar blushed again, then she ducked the issue.  "Ren?  On your back.
Since you haven't eaten me out yet, it's my turn.  Besides, I don't
think you want Kathy getting so turned on she bites you while she's
doing this."

I agreed with that, so I just kept quiet and did what I was told
because I had no idea about how to make this work.

Then she straddled me so she was squatting over my face and she
giggled a little.  "Get used to the view, because I'm not moving until
Kathy gets you off.  Don't worry about getting me off this time, what
you did was enough to keep me satisfied until tomorrow.  And Ren? You
can do whatever you feel like doing.  I've been fucked in the ass and
one guy liked to eat my ass out all the time but that might be a
little extreme right now.  So if you want to stick a couple fingers in
me somewhere, instead, go ahead.  I think it feels good, and if you do
it right you can even hit my g-spot and if you think I orgasmed
before, what happens when you do that is gonna surprise you, ok?"

"Yeah.  When do I start?"

She laughed.  "Not until I tell you to.  I gotta be able to clue Kat
in first and if you start in I'm not going to be able to do that."

"Right.  I'll wait."

"Good.  You ever stuck anything in your ass and massaged your prostate
while you jerked off?"

"Yeah.  I read about it, and tried using my finger a few times. Really
strange to see myself come with touching myself.  Weird feeling, too.
Lot different than jerking off, or what I feel when I orgasm while
fucking."

She giggled.  "Good, 'cause I'm gonna have Kat do something I didn't
do to you last night and I don't want you freaking out on us when it
happens."

"Is it gonna feel good?"

"Every guy I've done it to wants me to do it every time I give him a
blow job, now."

"Wow.  Ok."

Then she ignored me.

"Ok, Kat.  Stretch out between his legs so you can get a good look at
his dick and balls but still get them in your mouth."

I felt Kathy position herself and then she stopped moving.

Marsha shifted a little and then she giggled.  "This is trully
strange, me giving blow job lessons to my best friend while our boy
friend is going to be eating me out."

She paused and then went on softly.  "That reminds me.  When I was
telling Mark about how we all loved each other and we were going to be
handfasted someday, he surprised us by telling us he knows a Wiccan
High Priestess who'd perform the ceremony whenever we want it done.
His hobby is donating his time to help people with odd sexual
lifestyles.

"Anyway, he said this sect calls people like us 'Earth-brothers' and
'Earth-sisters' instead of 'husbands' and 'wives'.  I'll tell you the
rest of it later."

"Kat. Now, all you do is whatever you feel like doing.  If you want to
swallow his semen, or don't mind getting it all over you when he
orgasms, get rid of the condom.  Otherwise leave it on, because if
he's not in your mouth when he blows, it's gonna get real messy, real
fast."

Kathy giggled and I felt her fondle me a little and then work the
condom off.

Then Marsha sorta gasped and giggled.  "Kat?  You are seriously kinky,
but I like it."

I couldn't see what was going on.  "What's she doing?"

"Seriously licking the inside and outside of the condom."

Kathy finally spoke up.  "You taste different than I do, Mar.  Saltier
and tangier.  That's all you, isn't it?  No deodorants?"

Mar's butt got bright red and I laughed.  "Hey, Mar?  You're blushing
back here."

"Ren?  Shut up!  Bad enough I gotta think of a reply for Kat."

Kathy giggled but didn't say anything more and Mar's butt slowly faded
back to its normal color.

She sighed and told Kathy one more thing.  "I'll try to clue you in
when he's about ready to orgasm, and it doesn't really matter, really,
but if you really want him to have a mind blowing orgasm that leaves
him limp for a long time, stick your finger in his ass and massage his
prostate at the same time he starts to orgasm.  You'll know when that
is because guys can't really control their hips real good just before
they blow off and he'll want to drive himself as deep as he can go
just before it hits him.  And don't worry about taking his full
length.  That takes practice."

Kathy giggled.  "Like this?"

And suddenly I felt her lips slide along my dick until her nose was
touching me.

Then her tongue pressed against me and she was sliding up and down
slowly.

Marsha sighed.  "I thought you were new at this."

I felt her slide all the way off.  "I am, but I've been practicing on
my dildo.  Anything else I should do?"

Marsha sighed again.  "Yeah.  Fondle his balls while you're doing him.
Pretend your fingers are feathers and use a real light touch.  The
lighter the better, for most guys.  If he jerks like he wants to start
fucking your mouth, you're doing something he likes."

"Ok.  Anything else?"

"I can't think of anything else.  Guys are a lot like us.  What we
like doing to ourselves and what we like when a guy is doing it can be
real different, so you just gotta explore, even if he's told you what
he likes to do when he's jerking off."

"Ok."

Then she went back to working me and exploring.  She was tentative
sometimes and that really turned me on and I was having a hard time
keeping myself from losing control and just fucking her mouth when she
sucked me in.

Then another set of hands started rubbing my stomach and chest.

"Ok, Ren.  Whatever you feel like trying."

I was so turned on, and I already knew what it was like to eat out
Jenny and Trish and Kathy, so I raised my head a little and pulled
Marsha down at the same time and stuck my tongue in her and enjoyed
myself.

It was awkward at first, and we worked together until we were both
comfortable, and I didn't really notice how heavy she was, or that my
nose was next to her asshole most of the time.

I lost track of time until I felt something jam in my ass and I jerked
my hips off the bed and I realized my dick was in something warm and
wet and something else was rubbing along the bottom of it and I felt
myself orgasm without any warning at all.

I spurted a few times, then I collapsed and I realized someone was
choking and Marsha was sitting on me and I was having trouble
breathing so I shoved at her and she moved a little and then sorta
rolled to one side.

Then a tongue hit the tip of my penis and I screamed.

The tongue left and Marsha giggled.  "Sorry, Ren.  I forgot to tell
Kathy most guys can't stand to have their dick touched right after a
blow job."

Kathy apologized.  "Sorry.  I wanted to make sure I got everything,
like you did for me.  I knew you'd be sensitive, like I was, but I
forgot."

I gasped a few more times.  "Give me a little longer, and I'll be ok.
It's only the tip you have to worry about.  You can lick the rest of
me and I'll be ok by the time you finish that."

She went back to cleaning me up and I relaxed and enjoyed the
attention.  It was a lot different than what Jen and Trish had done.
Hands made a real big difference in how it felt, but I couldn't decide
who I liked better, and I hoped I wouldn't have to ever decide because
I liked it no matter who did it.

Then both them giggled and Mar said 'Just get out of the way.  It's
easier.' and I was wondering what she was going to do and then *two*
noses jammed into me and wet tongues started licking me and I knew Jen
and Trish had joined us.

And I knew what it felt like when Jen licked me, but when both of them
did it, I thought I was gonna come again it felt so good even though I
wasn't watching them and I couldn't guess what they were going to do
and then Mar giggled.

"He's not done yet even though I bet he thinks he is.  Watch this."

And she worked my legs apart a little more and then I felt her ease a
finger in my ass and it felt like she was searching for something and
all of a sudden she pressed real hard and I felt myself orgasm and I
couldn't stop it and Jen and Trish went sorta nuts and one of them
even growled a little, and she must have wanted the tip of my dick
because all of a sudden someone was licking me where all of my come
must have gone and someone was licking the end of my dick and Mar kept
massaging me and I finally figured out she was rubbing my prostate and
now I knew how she'd felt before she'd made me stop...

I tried to yell 'Enough!' but I must have whispered it because nobody
stopped and I managed to reach and find one of the dogs and shove
weakly and then Mar and Kat figured out what I wanted and they must
have grabbed the dogs because suddenly I was left alone and I just...

I guess I passed out for awhile because all I remember is closing my
eyes with relief and then the next thing I knew was that both of them
were next to me and one of the dogs had her chin on my legs and the
other one was washing my face.

* * *
{Kathy}

After Warren passed out we let go of the dogs and they finished
cleaning him up, then lay down next to us to take their naps.

We grinned at each other, then I knew I smiled real tenderly.  "They
really do love him, don't they?"

Mar looked at them for a long time, and then sighed a little.  "Yeah.
Weird, huh?  I couldn't really believe it either, 'cause they're just
dogs, you know?"

"Uh huh.  How long is he going to sleep?"

"No idea.  I only ever did that to one guy, because he wanted me to do
that instead of fucking him, and he never passed out because he said
it wasn't like a real orgasm even though it felt real good."

Then she grinned.  "Ever had a real g-spot orgasm?"

I blushed.  "No, and you know I haven't."

She giggled.  "Well, that's what a prostate orgasm is for a guy.  He
can't stop it even if he's limp and can't get it up.  It's like
pushing a switch and turning him on.  Same for us, once you know how
to do it."

"I've read about it, but never figured out how to do it.  How'd you
find out?  Ever done it?

"Uh huh.  The guy who showed me how to focus knew how to do it, and it
was weird.  He stuck his finger in me, found the right spot somehow
and just pressed real hard and waited.  I was starting to wonder if he
really knew what he was talking about when I came so hard I screamed.
Wasn't a body orgasm, but it was damn good.  Didn't stop, either.  Not
until he stopped pressing, then I just sort of shuddered and
collapsed."

She looked at me and she was sober for a change.  "I don't do it very
often, and only when I know I'm safe.  Definitely never done it at...
Where I was living before."

I sighed after she deliberately changed what she was going to say.
"Still hurts?"

"Yeah.  Real bad if I think about it."

I sighed again and made my decision.  I didn't want to leave Warren,
but I knew what Marsha needed right then and it looked like he was
going to be out of it for awhile anyway.

"Let me put a note on the bathroom door, then we'll go use the
jacuzzi."

She giggled.  "On the bathroom door?"

I giggled too.  "Yeah.  Sounds freaky, but Lisa told me that's how
they make sure he sees them, because he almost always has to piss
after he wakes up."

Then I got serious.  "I know you had to have talked to him, but..."

She nodded.  "Uh huh.  Mom helped, but we didn't really have time and
the privacy to do more than both be angry and miserable about it."

I winced.  "I read the paper.  That was seriously strange, to see
David defending us like that.  I always thought he and his gang were
mindless jerks."

"Yeah.  I was shocked when he said I wasn't a slut and he tried to get
me to pull a train and I'd been right to turn them down, even though
they'd fucked with my head about it later and they were all sorry
about that, now, and he hoped that if he ever got married, it would be
to someone like me, because I was real special and he was jealous of
Warren and hoped he knew just how special I was."

Then she got real serious.  "What are we gonna do about Kim and Laura?
I figured out it *had* to be them and I mentioned that to mom and she
got...

"Real quiet and scary looking and dad noticed and told her to cool it,
they'd deal with it later, when they both had their heads on straight,
just like they did with Jane."

Warren surprised us.  "Like they did with Jane?  Oh.  Shit.  You guys
back off and stay out of it.  Ok?"

Marsha looked at him.  "You aren't supposed to be awake yet, I think.
And this is personal, real personal, and I take care of my problems
myself.  So does Kat, I bet.  Kim and Laura really fucked us over, and
they're gonna pay."

He freaked me by grabbing Marsha's arm.  "No.  Don't.  Not this time."

"But...  We gotta.  We can't let it slide.  You know that."

"No.  Promise me you won't do anything."  Then he turned his head to
watch me.  "You, too, Kat.  Trust me, both of you, ok?  Kim and Laura
are gonna pay bigtime and you don't really want to get in mom's way
when she's that angry."

I sighed and nodded slowly.  "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah.  Like death.  I don't know what they're going to do, but it's
going to be way worse than anything we could think of."

I looked at Mar and finally nodded and waited for her to nod too. When
I looked at Warren again he'd collapsed back on the bed.

"You sure they're going to deal with it?"

He grimaced.  "Uh huh.  They don't like it when someone deliberately
rapes someone, and this time they both know they can do something
about it."

I frowned and was going to say we hadn't been raped but Marsha touched
me.  "Don't deny it.  Kim and Laura raped our minds and you know it.
Dad put his fist through their bedroom wall after they'd heard about
what I'd been living through and he knew he couldn't do anything about
it."

Then she sighed.  "Ren?  You were right about Mark and what he'd do
for me.  I hope you're right this time, ok?"

He sighed and opened his eyes to look at her.  "Thanks."

Then he sighed.  "I bet mom and dad have already done something
anyway.  Mom made a lot of phone calls before they left.  Besides, we
aren't going back to school for awhile, remember?"

He suddenly grinned and that shocked me.

"Hey, Kat?  You've met Mark, and you know mom's sense of justice at
least as well as I do, since you talk to each other all the time when
you're here.  Want to bet mom asked Mark to take care of it for us?"

I froze, thought about it, and decided that image was worth a giggle
before I grinned at Marsha.  "You're going to enjoy it when we finally
find out what happened to them, so relax.  Kim and Laura are going to
regret they ever opened their mouths."

She looked at me warily and finally nodded reluctantly.  "As long as
they pay for that shit, and soon."

I nodded back.

Then we both looked at Warren when he groaned.

Marsha asked him first.  "What's wrong?"

"I need some help.  I gotta go bad, and I don't have the strength to
move by myself."

We couldn't stop our giggles, and then we helped him get off the bed
and into the bathroom.

Marsha looked at him, shook her head, smiled at him and spoke easily.
"We'll take a shower while you do your thing.  Let us know when you
need help again, ok?  I still want to try out the jacuzzi, and it
looks like it wouldn't hurt you, either."

Then she looked at me.  "Ever showered with a girl before?"

I blushed.  "No."

"Neither have I, but like you said, we might as well start stuff now,
right?  Besides, I know a few lesbians and they say there are some
things a girl can do better than guys because we know how a woman
works and guys don't, not really."

I sighed.  "Well...  Ok, but I don't want to do anything sexual,
really. Not yet."

Marsha nodded seriously.  "Scrub each other's backs?"

"Yeah.  That sounds nice, even though I'd prefer that Warren do it."

"Huh.  You're right.  Let's do like we do after gym and when he's
done, he can do our backs, or whatever.  You'll enjoy it.  I did.  I
sorta lost it last night because I'd heard a lover's touch is special,
and it is, but I sure didn't expect it to be *that* special."

I glared at her a little.  "Marsha?  Warren and I have taken showers
together for *years*.  It's just that we...  Had limits and didn't go
past them because I wasn't ever ready.  Same for the jacuzzi.  I've
sat on his lap when we've been naked, and it's been no big deal even
though it feels good to be like that and held, once we got used to
doing it and his parents quit teasing us once we really knew we're
serious about each other.

"It's just that now...  We won't have to stop, except to make sure
he's protected."

She got this real funny look and started shaking.  "You and Ren have
been like married for years, haven't you?  You sure I belong here like
this?"

Warren looked up from what he was doing.  "Sure.  We knew you needed
some good friends, and yeah, the rest has just sorta happened over the
years, but now...  Even before all this crap happened, we *knew* that
it's not gonna feel right without you.  It's gotta be three of us,
now, or it won't work.  We kinda knew that last year, but now..."

He looked at me and I could see his pleading.

I sighed and hugged Marsha.  "Come on.  He's right, and he didn't say
it, but it was *me* who had to convince him that it was obvious we all
loved each other just as much as he and I loved each other.  I've been
working on you for *months*, ya know?"

She shivered again, then hugged me real tight and started giggling
hysterically.  "You got a robe handy, so you can wipe my tears away
like mom did this morning?"

I started giggling, because I knew what she was talking about, even
though I hadn't been there.  "No.  Hang on."

I let go and grabbed one of the towels, then held it up and started
wiping her face.  "Like this?"

She stiffened, then got this real wicked look to her eyes before she
grabbed the other end of the towel and ran it over my face and then
surprised me by grinning.  "I gotta get all of them, you know?"

And before I could do anything she'd moved lower and started rubbing
my breasts with the towel and it was gentle, and then I knew I had to
do the same and I started doing it to her, but I did it like I did
myself when I was thinking about making love to Warren and she started
doing it to me and...

We stopped giggling and we just sorta agreed to lean forward at the
same time and kiss each other and it was a serious kiss and we forgot
about the towel and everything else...

"Hey.  Room for me?"

We jerked apart and I blushed and I realized I was breathing real
heavy and fast and Marsha looked flushed, like she'd just done a lot
of exercise...

And I was hot and I couldn't think and Marsha looked at me and then
she smiled.  "Yeah, Ren.  Get the water started.  We'll be right
there, and this time Kat's gonna be in the middle, right?"

"Oh.  Wow.  Yeah.  Let's give her a shower none of us will forget."

Marsha grinned at me.  "You got it, lover.  Let's show her how much we
love her before we all go share the afterglow in the jacuzzi, and the
hell with anyone overhearing us, because we aren't gonna be talking
with words by then, are we?"

* * *
{Marsha}

I watched Ren and he had to lean on the wall and brace himself while
he adjusted the water and I was really worried about him 'cause I'd
never seen a guy that tired after sex before.

"You gonna be ok?"

He paused a long time.  "Yeah.  Just don't ask me to do any fucking
for awhile."

I really wanted to have both of us washing Kat at the same time, but
he looked like he'd be lucky to be able to stand up much longer.

That sucked, and I hadn't expected what I'd done to him to wear him
out like that, but then, too, Kathy looked like she'd been well and
truly fucked, and he'd fucked me even though he hadn't orgasmed, and
he'd done most of the work, so...

Yeah.  Now that I slowed down and thought about the day, and the
stress and how he must have felt while he'd been taking care of me
after I got home...

Compared to most guys I'd been with over the years, Ren was definitely
something special.  I bet myself that even the guy who'd taught me to
focus wouldn't have been in real good shape by now.

"Uhh...  Ren?  Just lean against the wall and hold Kat  for me.  I'll
do the rest, and I'm gonna make it quick, 'cause I can tell you aren't
in good shape yet."

He sighed and sorta slumped against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Yeah.  I'm so tired I can't stop thinking about the bad stuff, and
that sucks.  I can't even do any of that meditation stuff and that
means I'm way past it."

Kathy hugged him.  "We can go back to bed if you want."

He shook his head slowly.  "No.  I'll be ok after we settle in the
jacuzzi.  Most of it's mental, I think.  I can't stop thinking about
Mar and what the Steins did, and then the article and..."

He shivered and started crying.  "I'm sorry.  I want to be strong for
us, like I'm supposed to be, but I just...

"I can't do it right now."

I shuddered and hugged myself, because I'd never thought Ren would
ever act so helpless and scared, and it scared me, but it made me want
to give him back all the support he'd given me, because if he hadn't
done that, he wouldn't be like he was and that hurt, a lot, to know he
was this way, because of me.

"Sorry, Ren.  It's all because of me and I wish..."

He jerked.  "No!  Don't say it!  I *wanted* to do whatever it took to
help you deal with things.  I'll be ok soon, I promise.  Don't make me
feel like I wasted it all, ok?"

I stared at him for a long time, and then, when I looked at Kathy she
nodded a little.  "He's been there for us.  Now it's our turn, for
him, right?  They say that's what love is all about, if it's real."

I sighed.  "Yeah, I heard that too, but I couldn't believe it any
more.  Not for years, ever since...  You know."

She nodded, then let go of Ren and shut off the water.  "Change in
plans.  Help me get him to the jacuzzi."

"Yeah.  Come on Ren,  Put an arm over my shoulder."

I took a deep breath and did that weird little centering ritual I'd
been taught.  When I was done I felt like I could have carried the
world and Ren was going to feel like a feather.  "Lean on *us*, ok?
Real men can do that, you know, and nobody's gonna think you're weak,
just a little overwhelmed by it all, and that sorta shit happens to
everyone."

He was watching me intently and I knew he'd seen what I'd done.  He
smiled a little, and I could see that he really was going to be ok,
eventually.

"Marsha?  Don't you think it's about time you quit hiding from
everyone?  You're strong enough you never needed anyone, not really.
And thanks."

Kat helped him over, then we helped him get comfortable with an arm
over each of us, and we hauled our weary warrior to the jacuzzi.

I thought we were going to go towards the back of the house, but Kathy
took us through the kitchen and into the garage, then to the other
side to a door that I thought would lead outside.

Instead, when she opened it I saw we were going into this huge...

Room.

It looked like something you'd expect at a park, or even a school.,
except that instead of a swimming pool it had this sunken  thing that
was filled with water and it had steps leading down and built in seats
and...

I stared at it.  "That's a jacuzzi?"

Ren laughed.  "Jacuzzi.  Spa...  Whatever.   Mom and dad have always
called it a jacuzzi, so we do, too."

"I was expecting something a lot smaller, and outside, ya know?  How
come I've never heard about this from you two or any of your friends?"

They looked at each other and did some sort of weird wordless
communication thing, then Kathy sighed.  "There is one, on the back
porch, and they know about it.  This is for the family, and you're the
first one of our friends to see it.  You would have anyway, since
you're family, now."

I sighed.  "That means I don't talk about it?"

She nodded.  "Yes.  Let's get comfortable, ok?  Then we can talk about
it."

We stepped into it and it was like stepping into a huge bathtub, but
without the bubble bath or soap, and I could feel myself start to
relax as the water went up my legs.

By the time we got Ren settled on a wide seat and we'd sat next to him
and put our arms around him and leaned against him, I couldn't decide
if I should be awed, scared, or just start laughing hysterically.

I settled for a long, contened sigh and I let go of everything and
just slumped into Ren.

"Hey, Ren?  You gonna be able to stay awake long?"

"I don't..."

We were interrupted by three splashes and I lost it and started
laughing.  "No wonder you didn't bother telling us to close the door.
You expected company, right?"

He smiled.  "Yeah.  They aren't allowed in the pool out back because
it doesn't have heavy duty filters on it, like this does."

I smiled and watched the dogs paddle around for a few minutes, then
they got out and settled on the floor behind us, after they shook
themselves off.

"This is *seriously* decadent, you know.  You sure don't act like your
folks are rich enough to have this sort of luxury hidden away."

He sighed.  "We're not, really.  This building used to be the
warehouse, and separate from the main house.  When the business got
big enough and he had to move to a bigger location, he and mom decided
to enclose the space between them, and make that a garage.

"Then, they sorta went nuts and designed this place.  I guess you
could call it 'adults only' most of the time.  It's sort of a showcase
for all the solar stuff he sells, and they show it off sometimes so
people can see what you can do these days.  Over the years, he's kept
adding things to it, so now it's almost completely energy independent,
and we only have to use gas and electricity for it when it stays
overcast for several days straight."

I looked around.  "A converted warehouse?  That's awesome."

Then I realized what he'd actually said.  "Wait.  You mean that once
you paid for everything, all this costs *nothing* to keep going?"

"Yep.  The water is always kept at a decent temp, but usually someone
turns on the heaters ahead of time when we know we'll be using it."

Then he grinned at me.  "Turn around and look under the door behind
you."

I did, and found a bunch of knobs and switches.  "What are all these?
Controls of some sort?"

"Uh huh.  Each seating area is independent, with its own pumps,
bubblers and heating system.  Go ahead and play with them and get
comfortable."

By the time he finished I was just sort of numb from it all, and I had
to look at Kathy.

She wasn't any help, because her grin was bigger than Ren's.

I looked back at all the knobs and stuff and sighed.  "Let me guess.
You two can come out here any time you want?"

She smiled.  "As long as we aren't going to interrupt something else
that's going on, we can use it alone or together.  You can too, now."

I looked up and around again.  "All this...  And you've *never* fucked
each other until today.  You two are...  I don't know what you are,
but it's a sucker bet that you aren't normal."

She giggled, and Ren just sorta leaned back and used his arm to
squeeze me a little before he sighed.  "Yeah,  It's weird, and I'm
still sorta pissed that we never realized her parents would have been
ok with it.  We always knew mine weren't going to be upset when we
decided to fuck each other."

He stiffened, then turned to stare at Kathy.  "You've been on the pill
for years, but nobody's said anything about condoms to either of us,
until the other night, when dad insisted I use them for the *dogs*.
That doesn't make any sense!"

Kathy looked at him.  "They made sure you knew how to use them,
remember?"

"Yeah, but that was it.  He gave me that one box to experiment with,
then never said...

"Anything.  Oh.  Shit.  How could we have been so stupid?"

I started laughing, and both of them blushed, and I laughed even
harder because they were staring at each other and I could tell they'd
both figured it out, but I told them anyway.

"You were supposed to learn how to use them *together*, weren't you?"

* * *
{Warren}

Maybe it was a good thing I was so tired when Kat and I figured out we
could have been fucking each other for years.  I was pissed with
myself, and I could tell she was mad at herself, and I just couldn't
figure out how we'd missed it.

Marsha hadn't made me feel any better about it when she laughed at us,
but at least she let us know she was thinking about it, and that was
nice.

Then, after Kat sighed and resettled next to me, I thought of
something else and I was able to forget how pissed I was and grin at
Mar.

"Hey, Mar?...  I'm glad you laughed at us."

She froze, and then stared at me.  "You are *seriously* weird."

"Nahh...  It's nothing like that.  Just proves Kat was right.  None of
us have to use words to tell each other what's going on.  You know. We
really are married to each other, since we can do that even when we're
stressed and tired."

She blushed, then snuggled next to me and sighed.  "Stress.  Yeah.  We
got lots of that, don't we."

I slumped.  "Yeah. Sorry I broke like that."

Kat surprised me by rubbing my chest.  "Hey.  It's ok.  Remember that
weird saying your parents are always hitting us with?  The one about
shared joy and pain?  Looks like we get to test it out."

Then she giggled.  "I wonder how it works out when there's more than
two?  You know...  One guy and four females.  Sorry about that, maybe
we'd better go easy on you for awhile, now that we know you can't
handle a prostate orgasm."

I sighed.  "That was weird.  When I did it to myself, it was no big
deal.  When you guys did it, it was like...  I don't know.  At least I
know how you feel after multiple orgasms.  It's cool, but it's scary,
too."

I turned my head a little, to look at all the dogs.  "Can they have
multiple orgasms?  Is that why Jenny likes to just lie there when
she's being fucked?  It was weird, the other night.  Not the fucking.
That was awesome.  It was all the other stuff we did.  Jenny mostly
wanted to fuck and cuddle.  Trish kept bugging me though, like I
wasn't doing enough to satisfy her.  She and I tried all sorts of
positions.  It was like she couldn't get enough, and as long as I
could fuck her, somehow, that was all she wanted.  She didn't settle
down until I couldn't do any more and had to at least get a nap."

I smiled.  "Both of them woke me up a few times, but Trish was a lot
more intense about it."

Marsha giggled.  "Intense.  She's pushy.  Makes me feel normal, but
you know something?  It's a good thing she wasn't around when I
started fucking.  If she had been, I might have gone lez for bitches,
and if I had, I wouldn't fallen in love with you two."

Then, she hugged me real tight.  "Hey, that fucking without fucking
thing you did was awesome.  Guys have stuck a pillow under my ass
before, and then fucked me, but none of them ever played with my clit
at the same time.  How'd you figure that one out?"

I blushed.  "Uhh...  Would you believe I was trying to make it feel
better for me when it happened?"

She stared at me.  "You're kidding!"

"No.  They have these two rings of muscle that I can feel with my
fingers.  They squeeze real hard and alternate like they're milking
me.  I'm not sure, but I think they do it when they're orgasming,
because it only happens for awhile, then it stops and after awhile I
can't get them to do it any more, unless I don't do anything for
awhile."

I looked at Kathy.  "What's weird about it is that I can't feel it
happening when I'm fucking them.  What you did, when you squeezed me
after we fucked, I felt that."

She giggled.  "I'm not sure what I did.  I sorta wanted to milk you a
little, so I just squeezed..."

I hugged her.  "I  sure felt it.  When you quit, I sure knew I wasn't
going to be able to do anything for awhile."

Then I looked at Mar again.  "Anyway, that squeezing on my fingers
really turned me on and I wanted to feel it on my dick, you know?  So
I stuck my dick in Jenny, and really worked her like I had when I put
my fingers in her.  I could sorta tell she liked it, and I could see
her cunt twitch a little, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't
feel anything.  Oh, I knew she liked it because her tail wagged back
forth a lot and when I finally gave up she sorta sighed and got this
real goofy looking upside down smile before her tail finally slowed
down and stopped moving."

I glanced at Kat and then back at Mar and grinned.  "I guess it's her
version of the Mona Lisa smile."

Marsha grinned back.  "You know something?  I've had guys get me off,
and I do myself sometimes.  But you...  Two days and you're crazy
good, ya know?  I bet after we've been loving each other awhile, we'd
better not brag too much or you're never gonna get any sleep because
all the girls are going to want some action from you."

I blushed again and stammered.  "Wait!...  You four are going to keep
me so busy I'll be lucky to get enough sleep as it is..."

She laughed and hugged me.  "Teasing ya, Ren.  But I'm serious about
you becoming one of the best guys I've laid, ok?  And when you're too
tired, I'm sure Trish will be willing to take care of me.  She's a
real nympho, ya know?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  She is."

Then I sobered a little.  "You know something?  It's gonna feel weird
to know dad's fucking them, too."

Kat interrupted me.  "Back up.  How come you looked at me before you
made that strange comment about the Mona Lisa?"

Marsha giggled.  "Blame me.  When I saw you while you were still
passed out,  you had that real weird look I guess people call 'The
Look'.  You know?  The look lovers always talk about seeing on their
SO?  Well, you had it, and it looked just like the smile on the Mona
Lisa."

"That's...  Are you telling me you think the Mona Lisa is smiling
because she's been fucked?"

Marsha giggled.  "Not fucked.  *Satisfied*.  You got a better
explanation?"

"No.  But...  If that's the reason, it isn't very mysterious.  People
should have figured it out a long time ago."

"And get one of the world's greatest works of art banned because it's
pornographic?  Get real."

Kathy sighed.  "A work of art is a work of art, no matter what you
call it.  Banning it just because the smile proves she got laid by a
good lover..."

Marsha sighed, too.  "Yeah.  That sucks.  Wonder what would happen if
someone mentioned that in Art Appreciation?"

I decided it was my turn.  "Why would they?  We're too young to know
about that sort of thing, right?  Hey, all this talk just reminded me.
What about you, Mar?  And guys.  You or them ever get 'The Look'?"

Mar blushed a little.  "I don't know.  Most of the time, we were
worried about getting caught.  Then all I wanted to do was cuddle and
be held, 'cause..."

She sighed.  "I missed being hugged, ever since, ya know?"

I deliberately hugged her.  "I'd go crazy if that happened.  Mom's and
dad's hugs are different from each other, but they've never just...
Refused to do them if one of us thought I needed one.  Sometimes one
of them will just give me a quick hug for no real reason when we pass
each other somewhere."

I felt her shudder.  "Think they'll do that for me?"

I thought about it for awhile, then spoke real carefully.  "I think
they wanted to hug you as soon as you got here last night.  Hugs
are...  Kinda like handshakes, maybe.  Stick out your hand, and
they'll shake it.  Spread your arms and you'll get a hug."

I tried to figure it out.  "That was freaky, seeing mom ask for a hug
like that, this morning."

She sighed.  "Freaky for you?  Imagine how I felt.  Kinda know how she
felt, though, and maybe it was a female hug she needed.  I mean I love
you and all that, and I know I'd go nuts if someone told me that some
idiot had just tried to kill you, and she looked..."

I shivered.  "Yeah.  I remember thinking she looked like she couldn't
decide what she should be feeling.  Never seen her like that, ever."

Kathy snuggled against me.  "Lisa mentioned a little of that.  I can't
believe Mr.Stein tried to kill your dad like that.  In front of the
cops?  That's stupid."

I sighed.  "You probably know more than I do.  Guess he really
panicked, or something.  Sorta surprised me to hear dad broke his arms
before the cops could do anything.  I know he's strong, but I can't
believe he'd do that to *anyone*, no matter how much they provoked
him."

I shivered and admited the real truth.  "I don't think I could have
done it at all."

They hugged me and the three of us shivered together for awhile.

Finally Kathy let go.  "Hey.  Sit in front of me so I can massage your
back.  You're way too tense."

I shifted, then Marsha scootted over so she could reach me, too. "I'll
do his neck and shoulders."

Kathy giggled.  "Not going to sit on his lap?"

"I can do that later.  Right now, I want some more of that afterglow
stuff."

The two of them went to work on me, and all I remember is that it must
have worked, because a few minutes after they started, I went to sleep
and didn't wake up until Kathy made me move so she could go use the
bathroom.

* * *
{Interlude: Lisa}

Vic let out one of his longer suffering sighs  of relief after the
last news crew walked out, and I agreed with him.

Then I looked at Mark and gave him one of my best giggles, the one
that matches Vic's 'evil chortle'.   "Mark?  That was brilliant.  The
kids will enjoy seeing the tape."

He carefully spooned a bite of his sundae.  "My pleasure.  I was
hoping they'd decide to go to court about it, but I'll settle for what
happened.  I and my staff have kids of our own and I think they'll
benefit from seeing some tangible consequences from betraying a
trust."

Vic laughed.  "Tangible.  Such a mild word for making the girls do a
live retraction and explanation for their actions."

Mark smiled.  "Your 'plea for leniency' was a nice touch.  I didn't
think of that one and I'm ashamed of myself for missing it.  What
inspired asking they not be grounded?"

He smiled and shrugged.  "I've tried to keep track of how the kids use
the net and interact.  Best to know what I'm talking about when Warren
asks me questions.  This is all hot now, and is probably already on
facebook or youtube, at least.  If the girls were grounded, that
immediacy would have been lost.  This way, they have to face their
friends and enemies while they're still feeling put upon and
persecuted."

He looked down briefly and my eyes automatically followed his action.
His hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists.

When our eys met again, he grimaced.  "I can't afford to repair
another wall, so I had to externalize the anger."

I laughed.  "Uh huh. Long term view, too, right?"

"Yep.  There's something a lot of our generation hasn't done real well
about adapting to, too.  That's the icing, as far as I'm concerned."

Mark leaned back and studied him thoughtfully.  'Icing?"

Vic grinned slowly.  'Of course it is.  Those two are going to find
out that just like our kids will have to live with the damage they
caused, for the rest of their lives,  they're going to get to hear
about their rashness for the rest of theirs. 'The internet is
forever'."

Mark actually turned white.  "My God!  If they'd gone to court they
could have had the case sealed!  Your way..."

Vic leaned back and stretched.  "They're kids.  They've grown up with
instant messaging and google. But when you take things like that for
granted, you usually don't think in terms of the long term effects on
your own life.  For paranoid folks like us, we know the logic chain
doesn't end when we want it to be at out best advantage.  We can see
consequences, not conveniences."

Mark shook his head slowly.  "And I know you two have been raising
Warren by giving him and his friends access to your 'wisdom'.  Any
other surprises for me?"
---

End: His Father's Son part 2 of 2
End: His Father's Son

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