Message-ID: <8047eli$9802021449@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: olejoe@alt.net (Ole Joe) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: {ASSM} Carlson Series by Hawk -- Sandi, Daniel, and Dick's Story (1/10) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34d4f2a6.3711103@news.alt.net> From: hawk@oanet.com (Hawk) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: Carlson Series by Hawk -- Sandi, Daniel, and Dick's Story (1/10) Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:14:22 GMT This story contains sexual content, and more than likely it includes incest, if any of this bothers you, your answer is simple don't read this. If however, you enjoy this kind of thing, enjoy. Note, this piece is entirely fictious, none of the events ever happened, and the characters are all from the void of creativity. Please note this piece is copyrighted and also please don't make any changes to it, this story took I don't know, it has taken years to get to the point that it has. And any comments, please, I'd like to hear them, send them to hawk@oanet.com Just one more thing ENJOY!!!! Others stories posted so far ============================ Farm Help -- A brother takes a leave of absence to help out at his sisters farm and learns what being the man of the house really means Carlson Series posted so far ============================ The Carlson Series is a series that involves a fairly incestous family, that developes over a number of novels. It spans so far over at least 200 years, and goes towards science fiction. It should be noted that the Carlson series was began more than six years ago, and the Carlson's have become quite distinct. This is a suggestion that you don't have to follow but the stories make more sense if you do, the list below is the actual order in the time line. If you don't have a previous version, send me an e-mail message and I'll have the one that you're missing to you within two days, and you can read it in order. Which is the better way. The ony one that really doesn't need to be read is Sandi's Story, it can be read complete on it's own at any time. Sandi's Story -- Introduces Sandi's involvement with her father and her struggles to get him to agree with her point of view. Jake and Christa's Story -- This introduces the begining of the Carlson family. This story here. Dick, Sandi and Daniel's Story -- This introduces the starting relationship STORY NOTE: This is the first real story of the Carlson's, it introduces Christa and Jake's son, and the real begining of the Carlson's. Please excuse the punctuation. Any suggestions for a title will be appreciated. Due to it's size this is being posted in three messages. And be kind this was the second Carlson novel I did write, the others came afterwards. They do get better. My favourite part in this novel is where Dick fights for what he loves. You'll know the part I'm talking about when you read it. WORKING TITLE: SANDI, DANIEL, and DICK'S STORY ___ A little over fourteen years ago Christa (my daughter) and Jake, Bob and I were married at the same time. Christa was a few months pregnant at the time with Jake's child, and all she wanted to do was marry him. She and my eldest daughter Carrie as well as Bob's daughter, Sandi all conspired to have me and Bob married. At the time all five of us were sharing a bed (Bob, me, and our three daughters) and the sex was what could be termed amazing. Three teenaged girls can do that. Well, Jake was Carrie's boyfriend at the beginning and then she gave him to Christa. Their love spilt over enough to form Dick, their son. His name fit him especially well, because when he came out of his mother's womb, he had...enlarged reproductive organs...to say it nicely. Over the years he's grown up just as quickly to meet the size of his genitals and now at the age of fourteen he's nearly the shapeof a man. Well, I guess I should get back to the past a little more. After the four of us were married the family started to break apart a couple years after. Sandi (Bob's daughter) went to Ontario to get her degree as a lawyer, and occasionally she came up for hollidays...and the one day of the year when her and Bob spent alone in the cabin he had given her; making love...that's the only answer I could get out of them as to what they did there. Carrie moved a few cities away and went to a university for four years. Two years ago she got married to Charles who was fairly attractive and gentle to her. But we always knew that their relationship was not just a monogamous marriage. They have a woman, Karen who lives with them...and shares their bed...I suspect...but I never thought it was wrong and I didn't bother arguing with her about it. I just figured that if she didn't have another woman in bed with her...she never would have gotten married. Christa and Jake tried to make it on their own for a little while. They took turns going to school and taking care of Dick who was six at the time. But when Christa became pregnant again with Jessica they moved back in with us. Bob and I enjoyed it when they did. It let me feel like a mother again, and I think Bob enjoyed watching our grand kids a little more. But we could always feel the frustration between Christa and Jake because they couldn't do it on their own. They never had a chance from the begining really because of Dick, and marriage at eighteen but they seemed to manage other than the little bit of financial problems they had. They were always as passionate to each other as the day I first saw them together they were still in love with each other as much as that first day. Jake always made sure Christa was comfortable. He always did as much as he could for her, and she knew it...and she loves him all the more for it. They have the entire bottom floor of the house, and they've divided it up into bedrooms for their children and one for parents, and Dick always is very special towards his mother, but then that might just be because Christa spent the first five years of his life breast feeding him. Personally I think she spoils them rotten, but then I suppose Bob and I do a fair bit of that ourselves. Seven year old Jessica takes right after her mother, same dark blonde hair. Same inner strength. Same sparkling eyes. Just full of life, exactly how Christa had been when she was young. Anyway, a week ago Sandi came home on her vacation away from her job and almost immediately settled in. The first few days she spent the night in bed with us sharing a few new exotic positions, and her tattoo just on her inner thigh. She had really grown up into a beautiful woman, long slender legs. Beautiful breasts...slim figure, and she still had one of the most beautiful asses I'd ever seen. She shared herself equally between us...she was the only one of our daughters that still came home and expected to go to bed with us. We only ever spent time in bed with Christa and Jake, on holidays, and they were far and in between, and at that we never swapped partners. And Carrie, well, we haven't seen her naked for at least seven years. Actually her twenty-first birthday was the last time we ever saw her naked. When they stopped slipping into bed with me and Bob it kind of put me through a little depression, but Bob's...love kept me going and when they do come home I relish the time they spend with us...and make sure it's extra special. "Grammy...." Dick asked me running towards me with his sister a few steps behind him. "What is it Dick?" I asked him setting down my book. "Jessica threw her blocks at me!" "No I didn't," Jessica said starting to pull on my other hand. "Come on kids you play nicely while your mother's sleeping, or should I send you to your rooms?" "No," Dick said solemnly before leaving back the way he had come. "What is it sweety?" I asked Jessica who was standing waiting for me. "I'm hungry!" "Would you like a penut butter and jelly sandwhich?" "Yeah!" "Well go ask your brother and see if he wants one too!" I told Jessica getting up from my chair before she sped off to find her brother. "Well?" I asked her when she returned to the kitchen. "He said yes please," Jessica said pushing a chair over to the counter where I had the bread and fixings layed out. I doubt that he'd said it like that, Jessica was the only one that knew her manners properly, she's such a little lady. "You don't like crust do you?" I asked her not sure if it was her or her brother as she stood up on the chair beside me. "No thank you," she said smiling. "All right..." I told her trimming off the crust "here you go, and give this one to your brother!" "Thank you grammy," she said after kissing me on the cheek. "You're welcome dear!" "I'm home," Bob called from the front door. "Well?" I said coming out into the hall to meet him. "Well what?" "Come on Bob you know what, did you get it?" "Of course I got it," Bob said pulling out a velvet box from his coat pocket. "Let's see," I said closing in on the box as he quietly opened. "Oh, Bob, she's love it!" "I hope so!" "Well so do I, if she doesn't she'll be pretty stupid! When do we give it to her?" "Well, we can't do it with the kids around. She's not home is she?" "No, she went to see some friends on the other side of town." "Is Jake home yet?" "No, he's still at work." "We were going to finish those eves troughs tonight!" "Give him a break, he works two jobs, he's got a wife to satisfy and kids to spend time with!" "What they need is a nice romantic evening together, just the two of them." "They could certainly use that!" "Does he work this weekend?" "No!" "Well let's take the kids out on Saturday, and we can give Sandi her present then too!" "In front of them?" "No, we'll go to dinner at something like Chuckie's Cheese or something and while they're playing we'll give it to her." "That sounds like a wonderful idea," I told him before kissing him. "They could use the time together!" "Good, then we'll just make sure Sandi can go!" "Go where?" Sandi asked coming through the door. At the sound of her voice Bob quietly flicked the box shut and slipped it back into his coat pocket. "To spend Saturday with us and the kids and give Jake and Christa some time alone together." "Are you sure that's wise? She might get pregnant again," Sandi said grinning. "Mind your own virtues," Bob chuckled. "Only if they envolve you two," Sandi said wrapping her arms around us and giving us each a kiss. "We've got to get you a husband," I told her grinning. "Grammy...." Jessica called coming into the hall. "What is it dear?" I asked her still smiling. "I...Dick dropped his sandwhich on the carpet." "Oh...you two...all right where is it," I asked slipping away from Sandi and Bob. They had only dropped it, and hadn't gotten the chance to rub it into the carpet so all I had to do was give it a little wiping. But when I got back to the front door Sandi and Bob had disappeared and Jake was just coming through the door. "Hi Jake," I greeted him. "Martha." "Long day was it," I asked following him into the kitchen. "I never thought it would end! Where's Christa?" "She's having a nap! Can I get you anything? A cup of coffee, something to eat?" "A sandwhich, if it wouldn't be too much trouble." "No trouble at all," I said getting out four slices of bread and quickly made him two ham sandwiches. "Thanks," Jake said glady accepting the plate. "Your welcome! How's work going anyway?" "Oh its long, boring and hard, just the usual," Jake said before swallowing the last bite of his first sandwhich. "What happened to our strength eh?" "Yeah," Jake said somberly. "I remeber a time when we all spent the whole weekend in bed at the begining of Christa's term with Dick. Those were the days weren't they?" "Yeah, I suppose," Jake said turning his head to see his daughter running at him screaming `daddy!' "Hello honey!" he said picking her up "were you good to your mother today?" "Yes!" "Well you make sure you are, where's your brother?" "Playing the visio-nes," "Well you go play with him, I'm going to go check on your mother and see how bad you were on her today!" "Daddy," Jessica complained hitting his broad shoulder before running off. "Where do they get their energy?" I said aloud as Jake stood up. "Thank you for watching them today Martha!" "I'm happy to Jake. Jake just one thing before you go down and see her. Bob, Sandi and I will take the kids out Saturday so you two can spend the day to yourselves." "Oh Martha, you's are doing too much!" "Nonsense, just this time try not to get a third munchkin running around here." "We'll probably just sleep the day away, thank you." "Well just make sure and enjoy yourselves!" "We will, thank you," Jake said kissing my cheek before leaving the kitchen. "Christa," I whispered in her ear after taking in her still beautiful naked form. "Christa...Christa...." "Ummmmm...Jake...is that you," Christa said blinking her eyes. "Who else would it be honey?" "I was having this wonderful dream," Christa said smiling. "There was just the two of us on this deserted island, and all we had to do all day was make love and sleep. Pure ecstasy." "Sounds wonderful," I told her kissing her lips. "Unfortunately the closest thing we'll ever have to it is a few hours and this Saturday," "Why what's going on Saturday?" "Your parents are taking the kids out, they want us to have a day alone." "That sounds great...how about a preview. Why don't you get undressed and climb into bed with me." "I'm too tired!" "Oh come on," she pleaded as her hands fell on my crotch and started undoing my zipper. "We haven't been able to for so long, and I promise I'll do all the work," she said grinning. "You're so beautiful," I said cupping one of her breasts and leaning down and kissing her lips. "Come on, join me for a few minutes," Christa said pulling me down onto the bed. "Christa I'm just so tired." "Come on...." she said looking into my eyes with that look that she gets that I can't deny. "All right for a few minutes, or else your mothers going to go nuts with the kids!" "Then hurry up and get in here," she said undoing the buttons on my shirt so she could touch my bare chest. After a second I stood up and slipped out of the rest of my clothes and climbed under the covers with her kissing her lips again. "I love you, Jake," Christa giggled as I nuzzled her neck with kisses while her hand began stroking my penis. `I love you too!' I told her telepathically. Something we started to be able to do after we had first made love without any contraception. When our son was really young; less than two years we could understand him telepathically too, but then he grew out of it and Jessica never seemed to show any signs of it. But then when she was conceived we weren't transformed to.... Well Christa and I found that together we had been able to change each other into well...I know you won't believe this but large-lust-filled people...we could each lift greater than the weight of a car.... Just after I got the head of my penis into Christa's vagina Dick came in calling for her. Giving up on the possibility of any privacy I withdrew myself from her and rolled onto her side. "What is it honey?" Christa asked pulling the covers up to cover her beautiful breasts. "Jessica hit me?" Dick said sitting down on the bed beside her. "Who's the eldest?" I asked him grumpily. "Me..." he said hesitantly. "So, you should be able to take a little hit from your sister Dick, she's nearly half your age...she can't hurt you that much." "Where's your Grammy?" Christa asked him setting a hand down on his leg. "Upstairs with Jessica!" "Go back up stairs," I told him "let me and your mother have a few minutes alone would you." "Jake, don't be so hard on him!" Christa told me pulling Dick down to her breasts to hug him. "He's a good boy. He didn't know. Honey, from now on, you knock before you come in ok?" Christa asked looking him in the eyes. "Yes Mom!" "Good boy!" "Dick come here," Martha said after quietly entering the room. "I'm sorry you two, I didn't notice he'd got away!" "It's all right mom," Christa told her trying to smile as she pushed Dick off of the bed towards her. "Go on honey, go with your Grammy, and Daddy and I will be up in a couple of minutes." "Well, you two try and get back to what you were doing," Martha said grinning as she pulled the door shut behind her and Dick. `Fat chance!' `Jake, he didn't know any better,' Christa scolded me. "I know honey," I said pulling her tight into my arms. "It's just that when ever we do manage to get a few spare minutes together...." "I know...but we're parents and that's just the way things are." "Well we better get upstairs or we'll have someone else breaking in here." "Why don't we just get a lock for the door Chris?" "You know why, we've been over this a hundred times already. I don't want the kids feeling that we're locking them out of our lives." "A few hours a week wouldn't kill them." "Jake...." "I know, I know...it's the principle of the thing." "That's right," Christa said slipping out of the bed and stretched. `You know something?' "What?" `You're as beautiful as the day I married you!' "Thank you," she said coming back to the bed crawling across it on her hands and knees and kissed my lips. "I needed that!" `It's the truth!' I told her throwing back the covers. "You want to know how I feel?" "Always." "I feel like the mood's not totally ruined," she said straddling my legs taking hold of my penis in her hand. "I love you so much Chris," I told her as she guided me inside her, accepting my length after getting the head of my cock into her. "I love you too Jake!" she said licking her lips while humping against my thighs as I cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands squeezing her soft warm creamy mounds. "Cum with me Chris," I told her lowering my hands down onto her hips pulling her down faster onto me. "Yes...Jake...give it to me...give me your love...." ___ "Jessica why don't you try and clean some of this mess up," I told her looking around for the other one. "Where's your brother gone this time honey?" "I think he went back down to Mommy and Daddy, Grammy." "Oh no, not again," I mumbled to myself knowing that they were probably in the middle of something. I quickly went down the stairs to find Dick standing at the doorway of his parents bedroom peeking through the crack that was between the door and the door jam. Inside his parents were in the middle of something, to be more exact they were finishing something. "Dick," I whispered scoldingly pulling him back away from the door. When I had him turned around he looked at me shocked. His zipper was open and his hard cock was hanging out. (Which had obviously grown while he was growing up and his already large manhood which he had at birth was even larger now.) I had caught him jerking off to his mother sucking on his fathers delicous penis. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked him stupidly, trying to close the door as quietly as I could I was shocked that Dick was starting so early. "I...I...I...." he stuttered not knowing what he should do. "Look, put yourself back in your pants," I told him not really wanting to let him do it himself, that sexual tinge affecting me a little but I managed to fight it back. Quickly he pushed his still errect penis back into his pants and did up the zipper of his jeans. "Dick, come on uptairs I think we need to have a talk." "Please don't tell Mom!" he pleaded with me. "Come on honey," I said taking his hand and trying to pull him towards the stairs but stubbornly he stood his ground and I couldn't budge him. "Promise me you won't tell Mom!" "Dick, I can't do that because I'm not sure if I should tell her!" "Promise..." he begged and the face he gave me was so irresistable. "All right, all right, I promise I won't tell your parents what you were doing at their door. Now come upstairs with me, and let your parents be." "Fine," he said and started up the stairs pulling me behind him. "Now Dick," I said sitting him down in the chair infront of me in the kitchen. "How long have you been doing that, spying on your parents?" "I don't know? They don't do that very often!" "Do you even know what they're doing?" "Yeah, they're fucking!" "Don't use that word in this house!" I scolded him. "Fine, they're having sex." "Well, that's true but what your parents were doing was making love, sex is simply body's rubbing together making love is sharing your body and soul with whoever you're with." "Fine then they were making love, now what do you want to talk to me about!" "How do you know when they are...making love?" "I don't know. I just do!" "And have you always masturbated at their door without them knowing?" "No, just since I was ten...." "Ten?" I asked flabergasted...he'd said ten I had never heard of any man starting that early...I didn't even think it was possible. "Well, a little before I suppose!" "You're lying to me right Dick!" "Why should I lie?" "Never mind, you know why they are making love don't you?" "They're horny?" he questioned. He was amazingly open with this I had a hard time believing that my grandson in front of me was only fourteen. "Well...partially Dick...but they love each other and making love is as intimate as two people who love each other can get. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" "That you should love someone before you have sex with them?" Dick guessed. "Yes that's right." "Are you trying to tell me I shouldn't touch myself like I was doing?" "No Dick, you can do that, but do it like other boys do it...in the bathroom with a magazine. Just wait here a second for me ok honey," I told him putting my hands on his knees and getting up. I went up to Bob's and my room trying to ignore the moaning and groaning that was coming from Sandi's bedroom. I fetched one of the adult magazines that Bob and I kept under our bed--one of the ones that I liked--and rolled it up and went back downstairs. "Here," I said sitting down across from Dick and handing him the rolled up magazine. He let it unroll in his hand and he looked at the cover. "Use that instead of watching your parents all right?" He quickly flipped through the first dozen pages and then closed it. "Why are you doing this?" he asked me looking into my eyes. "Because I think masturbation is right for both men and women, it helps a person develope an intimacy with their own bodies...and they should have that before trying to share it with someone else." "Well...." "Just keep it under your mattress...when your not using it. If your mother finds it tell her I gave it to you and she should talk to me all right?" "I...I guess!" "Good, now you go and play, I should start making dinner now." "Thank you!" "You're welcome, now play carefully, but make sure you put that magazine away first, you better not let your sister see it." "I won't! I promise!" "Good, now give me a kiss and get going," I told him and he quickly got up and kissed my cheek and ran off down to his room. I watched him go and sighed getting up off of my chair to start making dinner. "Hello gorgeous," someone whispered from behind me as I was opening the package of hamburger. "Sandi," I managed to get out with a smile as I turned around before she pressed her lips against mine in a deep sensous kiss. "Not everybody has forgotten about you," she teased wrapping her arms around my neck. "I didn't know anybody had," I said sarcastically. "Where's Bob?" "I put him to sleep," she explained smiling at me. "Drained a little too much energy from him." "You know every time you leave here you've tired him out so much he needs a good week to recover before he even thinks about me." "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" "Well, you are a very strong, very sexy, very demanding woman! We need to find you a husband!" I teased but she seemed to take it seriously. "It's just that I love him so much!" "Sandi, it's all right, I know you do, I'm only teasing you. I enjoy when you come back home and it's not very often, and he enjoys the time he can spend with you. And when he comes back to me he's happier than he is without you." "But it obviously bothers you," Sandi said flopping down into one of the kitchen chairs. "Sandi, please I enjoy what you do here when you come back home both for him and me. I was joking please just forgive me, and forget about it." "That was about the fifth time you've told me `we need to get you a husband', you meant it." "Sandi, I do mean it only because you deserve a man in your bed every night, not just on the occasional visits you spend with us." "But I do have...other men. But their only substitutes for Bob, I've never really been able to get over him." "Oh, honey come on," I said pressing her face tight to my chest. "Did I ever tell you that I wanted to have children with Bob as the father. That's the reason he had that damn vasectomy just to be sure I couldn't sabotage the birth control we used." "Sandi, don't blame yourself for it." "But its true, he wouldn't have had it if I hadn't told him I wanted to have his children. I should have just waited till I was pregnant. "Ever time I come back here I see Christa with her kids and that part of me comes back so strong. I want to have children Martha. I want to burp them, I want to wipe their little bums, I want to get up in the middle of the night to change a diaper," Sandi said as her eyes filled with tears. "You'll find someone Sandi, don't worry!" "Martha, I'm nearly thirty, and I want more than a weekend of sex...I want a husband...but no man that I've found has seemed good enough for me...their either bad in bed...or verbally abusive...where are all the good men in this world gone...eight years ago I could have any man I wanted just by batting my eyes and flirting with him a little, now I have a hard enough time finding a good looking man that's interested in me." "You've got to be kidding, someone as beautiful as you, I'm surprised you don't have a whole enterage following behind you simply to hold your hand and kiss those delicous lips of yours." "Martha please, I even started looking for women again in the bars to go home with...but their the same as the men, they just want nothing more than one night in the sack with me and when I wake up in the morning their gone." "Then their all stupid, you are an extremely attractive woman inside and out. What you need is just someone to start seeing regularly, don't give into letting them take you to bed anymore on the first date. "Let them wait, let them long for it, tease them for awhile too, then when they can't hold out any longer you take them to bed and show them a time that they'll never be able to beat simply by being yourself...and then whoever your with will never leave you." "Martha your so nice to me," Sandi whispered softly sniffling. "You give me so much, especially still letting me sleep with my father." "Your my daughter I can't denie you anything you want that makes you happy, what else could I do!" "I'm only your Step-daughter...." "Your my daughter, that's the way I think of you and always will, and I treat you exactly the same way I treat my other two girls because I love you all the same way." "Martha...." "You've got another week here with us and we're going to see if we can't find you someone. I promise!" I told her kissing her forehead swishing her hair back. She smiled up at me in response. "Since tomorrow's Friday we'll go out and have an all girls night all right, and we'll see if we can find you a good looking man. So don't make any plans all right?" I asked getting her a couple kleenexs. "All right," Sandi sighed as she wiped her eyes with the tissues. "Now do you feel like helping me make dinner?" "I feel fine," Sandi said trying to put on a brave face as she got up. "Can you make the salad?" "Sure," she said getting a head of lettece from the fridge. "I know something that will cheer you up," I said as Sandi started tearing the lettece up while I was making hamburger patties. "What?" "Well I caught Dick doing something downstairs..." I said looking at her. "He's been doing it since he was ten!" "What?" she asked before putting a piece of lettece in her mouth. "Masturbating," I spit out and she started choking on the piece of lettece. "Your kidding...." she said after she stopped coughing. "No! He was standing there pumping himself." "W-what did you do?" "I told him to put himself back in his pants." "That doesn't sound like you!" "I know, I guess old age must be affecting me more than I want to believe." "Your not that old. Is that all you did?" "That and give him a talk about the birds and the bees and a magazine." "You gave him one of those dirty magazines you keep up in your room." "Well, its better than the kind of entertainment he was using to get himself off before." "What was he using?" "He was watching his paren...." "Thank you for watching them Mom," Christa said coming into the kitchen as Sandi raised an eyebrow questioning me and I responded by nodding. "No need to thank me, I enjoy watching them!" I told her sensing Sandi smiling at her. "What is it?" Christa asked noticing our smiles. "Nothing," I tried to cover before turning back to the hamburger patties. "No there's something you two are holding back...." "No I don't think he was...." Sandi joked. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "Now I know something's up now spit it out," Christa said sitting down in a chair. "No, I don't think I would," Sandi continued joking. "Let it lie Sandi," I told her gazing her down as I put the patties into two frying pans. "Don't you think it was far from lying still." "Come on tell me," Christa pleaded. "Sandi don't you dare I promised I wouldn't tell her." "Your not going to..." Sandi said looking at me with her eyes sparkling. "I'm going to!" "Sandi, don't you dare, he'll never trust me again." "I've got to, I can hardly believe it." "What is it?" Christa begged. "Sandi don't!" "Martha caught your son jerking himself off to the sight of you and Jake," Sandi spit out just as Dick came into the kitchen. When he heard the words he looked straight at me and I felt so terrible, when his eyes filled with anger and betrayl as his face twisted in embarassment. Without a word he turned and ran out of the kitchen. "Now look what you've done," I told Sandi as I went to go after Dick. "No you better not," Christa said the look of surprise draining from her face as quickly as Sandi had put it their. "He probably won't even listen to you right now. I better go and talk to him." "Jesus, Christa I'm sorry," Sandi said with guilt written all over her face. "Save it, you never even should have told me Sandi, I sure in the hell didn't want to hear it and Dick certainly didn't want you to tell anyone about it," she finished by turning her glare on me. "I'm really disappointed...with both of you!" With that she got up and went after Dick, leaving us both feeling quite lousy. "Martha, I...." "Never mind Sandi its both our fault I never should have told you in the first place," I told her as I turned back to the hamburger that was sizzling away. In silence we went to work on the task of making dinner. 111 "Dick! Where are you?" I called entering his bedroom. "What's wrong," Jake asked me putting his hands on my shoulders. "Go ask Sandi!" I told him bitterly. "Come on Chris, settle down and tell me what's wrong." "Jake please, just go upstairs and I'll tell you later...please!" "All right...if your sure." "Yes, please Jake going on upstairs," I told him and I felt his hands slip away from me. Already I missed him. I always did when ever he touched me and left. He just had that effect on me. "Dick, please where are you I want to talk with you!" "What?" his voice asked me angrily, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. "Come on out and talk to me honey," I said starting to search for him. "I just want to talk!" "Leave me alone!" "Dick please come on out! I know you heard Sandi tell me what you were doing. Please come out so we can talk." "I don't want to," he said only this time I was pretty sure I knew his voice was coming from the little closet he had. "Please," I said opening the closet and found him sitting with his knees pulled tight to his chest. Tears were streaming down his face and he glared up at me. "Leave me alone!" "I'm not going to leave you until we talk," I said squatting down infront of him. "There's nothing to talk about!" "Dick, come on your Grammy didn't want to hurt you, besides do you think you would have been able to keep it a secret for long?" "I have till she caught me!" "And how long has that been a week, a month?" "Four years!" he stated bluntly. "Four years?" I asked him sitting down crossed legged before carrying on. "I guess we probably should have had this conversation awhile ago then shouldn't we've." He didn't say anything, he just shrugged. "Dick its perfectly natural that you want to look at women and to...feel yourself that way. But we're your parents and you shouldn't be watching us, you should be looking at other girls not me and your father." "But your the only one that...affects me." It took me by surprise and as a result it took me a few moments before I managed to think of a way to respond. "Dick you'll find someone that will...affect you. It might take some time but you'll find someone. "You've really been peeking in on me and your father?" I asked him and he looked down at his hands and nodded guiltily. "How do you know...I mean how do you know that Daddy and I are...making love.... Martha took you upstairs." "I just do...I start turning hard and I know that you two are...." "All right honey, lets forget about it ok, and from now on you just...start watching other girls all right? You know why Daddy and I were doing what we were doing don't you?" "Grammy already had that talk with me," Dick said solemnly as I felt a little surprised that Martha had actually talked to him rather than showed him. "Are you still upset with Grammy and your Aunt?" "No, I suppose not!" "Good! Why don't you go into the bashroom and wash yourself up and then come upstairs and we'll get some dinner." "All right!" "I'll see you upstairs, ok," I said kissing him, he was so adorable. He was such a handsome young man and he looked so much like his father, seeing him upset hurt my heart. It almost seemed like it was only yesterday that the nurse handed him to me at the hospital. He was just so adorable. "All right Mom!" "I love you Dick," I said smiling at him from the doorway with a tear nearly forming in my eye. "I love you too Mom," he said climbing out of the closet almost his same chipper self. JJJ "He what?" "You heard me," I told Jake. "And you told her that!" "Yes!" "Jesus, no wonder she was so upset, why the hell did you tell her. I don't even like the idea, but Chris is more sensitive to our kids...and you told her that. Christ, Sandi what the hell were you thinking," Jake said pushing me hard back against the wall. "Jake, take it easy," Martha told him. "I don't know..." I said softly almost in a whisper, thrown back from the violence of his reaction. "Damn it Sandi," he said pulling me and pushing me back against the wall. "Why don't you think before you open that mouth of yours." "Jake let go of her," Martha said pushing him away from me. "And you why the hell did you even tell Sandi, you promised him, and the first thing you do is turn your back on that promise what kind of a woman are you?" "Jake we're sorry," I said bringing his fury back on me. "I can't believe the two of you," he said putting his hands on my shoulders again. I prepared myself to be pushed back against the wall again. "JAKE, LET HER GO," Christa told him as she came into the kitchen. "Christa...are you all right?" he said quickly moving to her. "Jake I'm fine, but I don't ever want to see you raising your voice or those muscles of yours against any woman. Do you understand?" "Yes," he said before turning around looking at us "I'm sorry, I never should have let my temper get the better of me." "Apologize properly Jake," Christa told him and pushed him towards us. In turn he took us each in his arms and kissed us, hard and passionately. It was obvious that it wasn't only me that needed a few seconds to recover from his kiss. After he finished he returned to Christa who was looking at him approvingly before she wrapped her arms around his chest and stretched up and kissed his lips. "That's better," she told him pressing her face into his chest. "Is Dick all right now?" Martha asked Christa concerned, with still a sense of breathlessness in her voice. "Yes, he's fine now, thank you for talking to him!" "Well, the birds and the bees speech has always been one of my favourites." "If I remeber right you didn't exactly give me and Carrie a speech, it was more a personally demonstration wasn't it." Even though all of us knew that she had, she still blushed a little. "I think it was," she said softly watching Christa intensely. The microwave went off and broke their gaze with Martha saying "Dinner's ready! Sandi can you get the vegetables out of the microwave while I go get your father? Jake, Christa you better gather those two children of yours." Before she left the room she looked around at the three of us to get us moving. "All right," I said moving towards the microwave. "I'll get them," Jake told Christa kissing her lips and leaving her side and the kitchen. "You really are a lucky woman Christa," I said grabbing a pair of oven mitts. "Yes, I suppose I am," she sighed leaning back against the wall watching me pull the dish out of the microwave. "What do you mean suppose, you've got two beautiful children, and a husband that kisses...." "He's good in bed too!" "I remember," I told her smiling remembering the few times that the three of us spent in bed together, and the one single time that only Jake and I made love when Christa was recovering from giving birth to Dick, but then that time she almost threw us together. "I also know what kind of bond exists between you and Jake, and I only hope that I can find a man like that. I certainly can be mating myself to you two again. It took me a good year and a half before I finally got over the pains of being seperated from the two of you while the bond between us was dispersing." "I know, Jake and I had a hard time when you left too!" "But you had each other...I had no one! I couldn't even stand to go to bed with anyone during that time, my vagina hurt so much. And the loneliness in my head from no longer having the two of you in my mind...it was a devastating time for me." "Well, if you remeber it was never me who wanted that condom taken off in the first place, that was your idea. I tried to protect you but...." "I know, I remember...." "Besides I wouldn't allow you to join us now anyway, I'm too jealous for that to happen again," Christa teased. "What have you got to be jealous about he does everything you tell him, besides you can't be that jealous if you let him kiss both me and Martha." "Well he wasn't exactly playing when he threw you against the wall. You don't realize how angry he was at you, he was ready to tear your heads off...literally." "Your joking," I said watching her carefully as I set the dish on the table. "No I'm afraid I'm not," Christa said calmly a second before Jake came in with Dick sitting on his right arm and Jessica in his other. I looked him over carefully realizing that I hadn't actually noticed how strong he'd become and all of a sudden it really scared me. "What's keeping mom and dad," Christa asked looking towards the stairway. "I'll go see," I said quickly feeling the need to escape from Jake's presence if only for a few minutes. After I got out of sight from the table on the stairs I leaned back against the wall to take a deep breath putting a hand on my heart and I realized that Christa's words had not just scarred me but terrified me. I had never thought of Jake as being able to hurt a fly let alone me, but it was obvious that he didn't agree with that. But then Jake was no longer just by himself, he had a whole family to care for. My telling Christa what her son was doing interfered with his family, and it was that he protected with his life. I finished going up the stairs and pushed open the door to my room and found Bob softly making love to Martha, and she was biting her lip to try and keep quiet so no one would hear her. I closed the door and leaned back against it and just stood their watching them. They really were beautiful together, they looked like they belonged together. Bob was so intent on pleasing her he didn't even notice that I had come in and Martha had her eyes closed with her legs wrapped around him just enjoying him completely. It was a wonderful sight. It seemed like every where I turned today that I felt like I wanted someone to love as much as Bob loved Martha or Jake loved Christa. It was a beautiful love, the kind that I wanted. I wanted to have someone to hold me at nights, simply to feel me next to them. To hold me in their arms and kiss me, to dance together, to eat together, to make love every night together. To have kids together. I wanted what they have more than I've ever wanted anything in my life...but I had to find the right man to father my children. With a soft groan from Bob, I could tell they were just about finished as he kissed her lips. I watched his body tense and knew exactly what was happening inside of her vagina, and I longed to have that feeling inside me again. To have someone shooting their semen inside, and have that warm sense of completion that came with it. "Mmmmm...hi Sandi," Martha greeted me softly, smiling. "You were suppose to come up here and get him for dinner." "I know," Martha said turning and smiling at Bob. "But he distracted me." "I can see that," I replied, "everyone's been wondering where you two have been. And their waiting to eat." "Oh no," Martha said softly trying to get up before Bob pulled her back down on to the bed. "Tell everyone to go ahead and eat. We'll be down in a little while honey," Bob told me while pulling Martha close to her. "I don't think we'll be going down right now." "Bob, why don't we give it to her now?" Martha asked him. "I don't think she would mind a present right about now." "Well..." Bob said looking at me for a second before going on knowing that I was extremely anxious at knowing what they were talking about. "I suppose that she could have it if she wants it but we were going to save it to tommorow." "Let me have it now!" "We should really have time to give it to you." "Fine, wait here," I told them getting up from the bed. "Like we're going anywhere," Bob said as Martha ran her fingers through his short hair. "You guys, go ahead and eat..." I told Christa and the rest of her family while leaning over the railing before I noticed that they had already started eating "never mind!" Then I quickly returned back up to my room where Martha and Bob were kissing and appeared that they hadn't moved anywhere. "All right I'm back," I interupted closing the door behind me. "All right," Bob sighed looking up at me still holding Martha. "Take off your top." "Bob, she doesn't need to do that!" "Just my top?" I asked looking into his eyes as I started unbottoning my blouse. "Your bra if your wearing one, I want to see your beautiful breasts honey." "All right now what?" I asked throwing my bra aside. "Come and sit on the bed here, with your back to us and close your eyes." I did as I was told and heard them flip open something. Then I sensed Bob's arms go around my neck and then their was the feeling of cold metal around my neck and something dangling between my breasts, and then Bob closed the clasp on the back of my neck, letting the necklace fall into place. "Can I open my eyes now?" "Can you turn and face us first," Martha asked me. I swung my legs onto the bed trying to twist around with my eyes closed as the cold metal swung over my breasts. "All right go ahead honey," Bob told me. A second later I opened my eyes and reached for the metal dangling on the necklace and pulled it up to look at it. "I love it," I said turning it around looking at a small metal errect penis with a pair of dangling testicles in a very thin scrotum. "Where did you's ever find it?" "We saw it in a store when we were shopping one day and the moment we saw it we both thought of you. Look on the bottom of the balls!" I turned it over and on the bottom of each testicle neatly scrolled in the metal was their names, `Martha' square in the middle of the right testicle, and `Bob' on the left. "Oh you guys I love it," I said moving up the bed and giving them each a kiss. "It really looks good hanging their between your tits Sandi," Bob told me cupping one of my breasts before kissing me. "I'll never take it off," I promised. "I'm glad you like it Sandi," Martha said before licking and kissing my lips. "I love you two so much," I told them as I sqeezed between them. "What do you say we turn in early?" I asked as each of them layed a hand on one of my breasts. "I think that's a wonderful idea," Martha said in a whisper smiling at me before she started wet kissing and sucking on my the nipple of my closest breast. "I think so too," Bob said looking at me, "but I'm starving and I haven't eaten since breakfast. You two can get started and I promise I'll be back as soon as I can." "Oh Bob, don't go," I said laying a hand on his cheek while Martha continued sucking on my tit. "I want to show you how thankful I am for your gift." "Start showing your mother, she likes your attention too," he told me. As if for confirmation Martha moved from my breasts and turned me to face her and kissed my lips sliding her tongue into my mouth. "I love your attention," Martha corrected. "But I think we should change beds, this ones too small for the three of us." "I have to agree," I said kissing Martha sliding my hand between her legs while she released a soft moan as Bob slipped out of the bed. "Sandi," Bob said looking down at me. "What is it?" I asked looking up at him trying to ignore his dangling penis. "I'll bring back some whip cream and we'll surprise Martha, all right, she's been feeling pretty lonely and some attention from us would do a world of difference." I nodded before he leaned down and kissed me taking a second to nibble my bottom lip and rub my jean crotch. Bob pulled up his pants which I had stripped him of earlier and quickly scrambled into his shirt before leaving the room. "Come on lets go into the other bedroom," Martha whispered in my ear as her hand reasserted itself on my chest "and get you out of those restrictive pants." I smiled at her and followed her quickly into the other room. Once we had the door closed behind us she knelt down on the floor infront of me and undid the buckle on my jeans pulling them down to the floor helping me out of them. Then her hands started running up and down my legs. She looked up at me and told me "You really have turned into a very beautiful woman" at the same time she pulled my panties down. She kept up our gaze for a few seconds before she turned her attention back to the section of my body infront of her and kissed me. "I really love you for keeping it bare!" "You do," I replied softly as she ran a hand up the inside of my leg and cupped my pussy. "But I do it for you girls...and Bob, why do you do it?" she said pushing my legs apart a little. "For you," I told her truthfully. Every time before I came home I shaved my bush longing to feel her tongue back on me, or her pussy rubbing against mine while Bob watched on. "You don't have to do that for me," she said after giving my clitoris a small kiss and slipping a finger into me. "Mmmm...I want to," I moaned running my hands through her gorgeous hair and pulling her tighter against me. She pushed off of me and stood up and kissed my lips sliding her tongue into my mouth as her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. I loved the way she and Bob made love to me; they were always so giving to me and didn't hesitate to put my pleasure above theirs. But I didn't. I liked being between Martha's thighs or sucking on Bob's cock. They were the best "normal" lovers I ever had, and every year on the plane back I feared them not allowing me into bed with them. But for the last fourteen years, the two of them never failed to take me into their bed when ever I wanted, and they made sure I left with a smile. And my teenaged years, I loved giving myself to my father, sucking on him, making love to him. Making him happy. That is once I'd conviced him to let me into it. He made me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. He always welcomed me into bed with a smile, and when he married Martha, she was equally accepting of me. "Let's climb into bed, and I can show my appreciation," Martha said cupping my breasts in her hands and pushing me back towards the bed. "You don't have to!" I said mocking her as I fell back onto the bed with another push. "I know," she said smiling down watching my eyes. While I spread my legs wide for her, "but I want to." With that she quickly turned her attention to my center and leaned down on the bed and pressed her lips against my lower ones and started tonguing me as her fingers pulled my labia apart. Her tongue flicked around my center driving thrills and shocks of electricity all throughout my body. After she had me moaning for a few minutes she looked up from between my legs, her lips dripping with my juices, while her fingers still pumped in and out of me. "I love you Sandi," she told me grinning before returning her attention back to my pussy. Thrusting me past the little bit of resistance I had and broke in a loud moaning orgasm. Her lips never left me and continuosly kissed me until I had calmed down. When she finished she crawled up me on her hands and knees and kissed my lips. The scent of my juices was strong on her lips and smelled so sweet mixed in with her perfume. I raised my hands and cupped her dangling breasts and whispered softly "I love you too Mom!" She layed down ontop of me spreading her legs so each one was on the other side of me. Our lips almost never parted and if they did they were soon recompressing with another barrage of kisses. After a few minutes, I felt fingers slip into my wet vagina, and from the expression on Martha's face I could tell something similar was happening to her when I saw Bob's face smiling down at us. "I see you two ladies had no problems without me!" he said before releasing both of us longingly from his touch. "Do we ever," I asked grinning at him as he sat down on the bed beside us. Martha's hand reached out and claimed the bulge in his pants first. *** The next morning (which was Friday) I was in a particularly chipper mood, and I don't think it was all because of the wonderful night that the three of us had spent together. The whole week that we'd fallen asleep in each others arms had been a welcoming break and I almost hated to have to go back in another week to sit back down at my desk. "Morning," Christa said from her chair beside Jake; who was eating a bowl of cereal. Just before he was going to work I guessed. "Morning," I yawned running my fingers through my hair, trying to make it appear a little more presentable. "What do you have planned for today," Jake asked me as I sat down at the table. "Oh I don't know, I think I might just stay around here!" "Would you mind watching the kids for me today?" Christa asked me. "Mom and I are going to go shopping for groceries and I'd really appreciate it if you would. It's kind of hard to keep an eye on them and the sho...." "I'd love to," I told her smiling. "It'll allow me a chance to test my mothering instincts!" "Are you...." Jake started to say and we all knew he was going to finish with the word pregnant. "No, I'd like to be but...." "You'll find someone yet," Christa said laying her hand ontop of mine. "That reminds me, has Martha talked to you about tonight?" "No, what's going on!" "Well, from what I think she was talking about was a night out just us three women." Christa turned and looked at Jake, I knew the look they were giving each other, they were talking to each other in their heads again. "That sounds wonderful," Jake replied for her, which was obvious she wasn't exactly fully agreed with the answer. "She can use the break!" "Jake!" Christa tried scolding him. "Where are you's going to go," he asked before taking another spoonful of the cereal. "I don't know," I replied, "Martha thinks she's going to find me someone while I'm here." "Well, maybe she will, she's a very...determined woman," Jake said looking glaring at Christa. I figured she'd probably kicked him under the table or something. "Maybe I should leave you two alone," I said standing up. "No stay," Jake said grasping my hand and pulling me back, his eyes were pleading with me. For someone that scared the hell out of me the previous night he sure could change but then I think he was more scared of Christa. "I should be going myself! You ladies stay and talk." He was as charming as every, especially when he was trying to worm his way out of a sticky situation. He quickly departed and left us alone watching each other silently over the table. It was as if everything else in the house just went quiet as soon as Jake closed the front door behind him. "What is wrong with you," I nearly whispered at Christa. "What are you talking about?" "The way you treat him, why the hell do you do that, you treat him as nothing more than a damn slave." "I do not!" "Christa you do too, why else would he run out of here like he did?" "He's got to go to work!" "Christa, he left because he didn't want to be left alone with you so you could blow your top. I'm not blind!" "I don't know what your talking about." "How about last night, when you told him to apologize, after he did you commanded him to do it properly. Why do you treat him like that?" "I didn't realize...." "Well you should have. Christa he married you when he was nineteen, you were only the second woman he ever made love to and the first was Carrie, and you treat him so badly. You've had two beautiful children, and he loves you more than you think he does." "I know how much he loves me!" "Christa, if you keep this crap up, sooner or later he's going to leave one morning and he won't be coming back!" "He'd never...." "A person can only take so much before they fight back, and if you ask me which you haven't he's been pushed around a hell of a lot by you and that pushing he's starting to take out on others. The Jake you married would never have done what he was doing last night, no matter what, he never would have pushed me around." "You don't know what you're talking about!" "I do so, Jake was the most gentlest man I've ever known and he's starting to lose that gentlness after fourteen years of marriage to you." "Are you trying to tell me Jake's anger towards you last night was all my fault?" "No, the anger was my fault but the pushing was yours, you've got to realize Christa that you not only affect your children's lives but also your husbands. "I would kill to have a man like that coming home to me every night, and to be able to have his children and what do you do you find him and then you start twisting his inards because your...your jealous of everyone you see him with, even though he is one of the most faithful men I have ever seen. "What the hell is wrong with you Christa, you have one of the best men on this planet and you screw around with him and his feelings and take advantage of him." "Why are you acting like this, why can't you let me and Jake alone." "Because Christa I care for both of you and if you don't straighten up your both going to end up getting seriously hurt, and in the process your poor innocent children will be right in the middle of it. "You have to start acting like an adult Christa, not like someone who needs everything done for you, you use to be able to do it, why do you have to push Jake into doing everything for you." "I don't!" "When was the last time you ever did something for him, just him no one else, not having him do anything for you in return. When?" "I...I...before Jessica was born...but he knows how I feel about him." "Does he?" I said before getting up and leaving the kitchen to go take a shower. *** "We'll see you in a few hours," I told Martha and Christa as they left the house with Dick and Jessica on either side of me. "Now what do you two want to do," I asked them trying to keep them both from spurting off into their own seperate corners. "I want to watch Holo-vision," Jessica cried breaking free from me. "What about you?" I asked looking down at Dick who was only about a six inches shorter than me. "I'm going to my room!" "Fine go on then, in an hour or so I'll make lunch for us all right?" "I can make my own lunch!" "Dick, don't shout at me." "Why shouldn't I, you told my mother I was masturbating!" "Dick, I'm sorry, come on don't be mad at me its over, and I can't take it back." "Don't be mad at you, what the hell am I suppose to be, full of joy and happiness, because you couldn't keep your lips shut." "Dick, be nice." "Your nothing more than a high-class snotty little bitch thats not satisfied with just fucking her father," he said sharply and before I knew what I was doing I'd slapped him. He stood there for a second glaring at me while I felt shock setting in. Shock that I had actually hit anyone, let alone a kid. After a second he turned around and ran away down towards his room. "What's wrong with Dick?" Jessica asked coming into the kitchen after I had collapsed in one of the chairs. "He's mad at me honey," I told her, I didn't know what else to say. Christa had trusted me with her kids and the first thing that I did was hit one of them. How could I be a good mother if the simplist little thing set me off to hitting my children. But Dick had gone too far; he shouldn't have said what he did, but that's no excuse for what I had done. "Can I do anything?" Jessica asked me, she was the sweet one, but she also wasn't on the verge of becoming a teenager yet either. "No honey, its all right," I said stroking her cheek, "you go back to you show! I've got to fix it myself. I'll be in in a second to watch the Holo-set with you I'm just going to get some coffee." "All right," she said before turning and going back into the living room. I quietly poured myself a cup of coffee, and went into the living room sinking into one of the chairs, shuddering. I quietly sat there alternating between watching Jessica and the new version of sesame street, a version that I would never have believed would have been possible. The damned thing had become interactive, and the sensors that were built into the Holo-unit monitored whoever was participating within the field, and if no one was in it, it would just go about with a normal show. It was utterly surprising how far technolgy had come, and it was only six years into the new millenium. The time past quickly and lunch time quickly approached, I only saw Dick a couple times when he came up to get something to drink, and he still watched me out of the corner of his eye. Just as it was nearing noon, I heard the front door open and went into the hall expecting to find Christa and Martha returning but instead Jake was the one taking his boots of at the door. "I thought you weren't going to be home till tonight after work." "Well, in my rush out this morning I forgot to make my lunch so I decided I'd come home for lunch, is Christa still out." "'fraid so, I was just going to make lunch for Dick and Jessica, what would you like." "What ever you are going to make will be fine," Jake said sitting down in a chair. I started moving around the kitchen and preparing lunch for the four of us. In fifteen minutes I had put together some sandwhiches and some soup and managed some idle chat with Jake. "Could you go get the kids," at that moment I almost wished they were mine and Jakes, before the memory of slapping Dick dampened the mood again. "All right," Jake said getting up as I started putting the bowls of soup around the table, putting a sandwhich on each plate and giving Jake two. "Daddy!" I heard Jessica shout from in the other room a few seconds before she came running into the kitchen, scrambling into her seat. A few minutes later Jake and Dick came into the kitchen talking about something about what they were going to do before the summer was over. When Dick saw me he went silent and started glaring at me again. Jake didn't say anything, I don't even think he noticed...too much. Just after Jake finished his bowl of soup, I caught Dick looking at me, and then he took a bite out of his sandwhich and grinned at me. "She hit me!" I felt all the blood run out of me. "What did you say Dick," Jake asked not sure if she heard right. "I said she hit me." "Who?" "Aunt Sandi," "You hit him," Jake demanded staring me down, with pure fury in his eyes. "I...I...I...." "She hit me right after mom left." "Did you hit him," he demanded again raising his voice. "I...I slapped him...because he...." "I don't care what he did," Jake yelled at me pushing his chair back knocking it over. "You kids get out of here, NOW!" Jessica got off of her chair, and left the room as quickly as she could. Dick left a moment later after he managed to let out a grin. "You had no right to hit one of my children, I don't care if they glued your fingers together with crazy clue, you still had no right to hit my children," he said angrily moving on me. "Jake please," I said standing up and backing away from the table. "I don't give a rat's ass Sandi, you had no right to lay a finger on either of my kids, none. You good for nothing bitch." "Jake, please don't...." before I could finish saying anything his hand shot out and he struck me across my face. It stung like nothing I'd ever felt before, quickly my hand covered my cheek covering the throbbing pain. "Jake don't...please..." I said as I started crying. "If you ever touch either of them again, I'll kill you, do you understand I'll kill you...." "Jake..." I cried sniffling. "I didn't mean too...." "I mean it Sandi you do it when I get back from work if you've so much as layed a finger on either of them I'll kill you." I slumped down to the floor as Jake left me in the kitchen and the front door slammed a second later. I'd never expected him to hit me. I'd never expected Dick to even say anything. "Aunt Sandi," Jessica called sounding not much more than a squeak as she peeked her head into the kitchen. All I could do was sit there on the floor and cry. She came over to me frightened and scared and concerned for me. "Daddy hurt you didn't he? This is Dick's fault isn't it?" "No honey," I told her wiping my eyes with the back of my hands. "It's not Dick's fault!" "I'm sorry Aunt Sandi," she said wrapping her arms around me and hugging me. "You don't have anything to be sorry for Jessica, nothing is your fault." "But Daddy hurt you because of what Dick said!" "Get your brother and you two finish you lunch, I'm going to go upstairs and clean up, ok?" "I love you Aunt Sandi," she said hugging me again before leaving the kitchen. Slowly I picked myself up and started for the stairs but on my way out of the kitchen Jessica was dragging Dick behind her back into the kitchen. "Go on," Jessica told Dick pushing him toward me. He looked at me sadly looking over the cheek where his father had hit me. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean him to hurt you!" "I'm sorry too Dick," I said before I left them heading up the stairs. I took my time and washed up the best I could, but Jake's blow had brought out a bruise and it was just starting to change color. Jake was gentle as a kitten when I first met him. But now...now his gentleness was tarnished, and I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to be in the same room as him again. What we had shared in the past was exactly that, the past, now...there was nothing, he'd gone too far. When I went back down stairs the kids had cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. I went into the living room and still found no sign of the kids themselves but then I heard their voices coming from the bathroom. "...Dick, I don't like doing this, it's wrong," Jessica said softly as I put my ear to the door. "I listened to you didn't I?" "Yes...you did." "You promised, if I listened to you, you would...." "I know what I promised Dick, but I don't think this is right. It's disgusting!" "Do it!" Dick told her, at the same moment that I opened the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Jessica was kneeling infront of Dick; who had his pants around his ankles and his penis was swaying infront of his sisters face and she had one hand wrapped around it. "What the hell do you think your doing?" he demanded of me. "Jessica, go on honey, get out of here," I told her. "No you don't," Dick told her staring down at her. "Go on and do it! You promised me!" "No, I don't want to do this. You never said what I'd have to do. You just said I had to do whatever you wanted, and this doesn't count. This never counts." "Jessica, go on honey," I told her again. Dick stared at me menacingly. Gratefully Jessica got up and left the bathroom. "And how long have you been using your sister?" I asked him closing the bathroom door. "What do you care?" "How long Dick?" I demanded. "It's none of your buisness." "DICK, how long?" "This was going to be the first time, she promised...." "What did she promise?" "That if I told you I was sorry, she'd do anything I wanted." "That doesn't give you the right to use your sister like that, you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking of a bargain like that. And your not sorry are you, your not sorry one damn bit that because you insult me, and your father beats me." "You deserved it!" "Did I, look Dick," I said showing him my cheek. "I'm going to have a bruise for who knows how long, and I used to love your father...now I-I despise him...are you happy with yourself...are you such a little shit that you can actually take pleasure in seeing a woman hurt." "You hit me," Dick countered. I flicked on the light and turned him towards the mirror. "Are you going to have a bruise? Huh? Think about what you said to me Dick, that hurt me. I always thought you were a good kid." "Then you shouldn't have told Mom!" "Oh Dick give it up, I said I was sorry already, there's nothing more I can do about it. Now you've actually gone and done something beyond words. You should really be proud of yourself, for getting a woman beat up!" I told him heading for the door. "Don't..." he said holding the door shut before I could open it. "I'm sorry Aunt Sandi, your right, I'm a piece of shit, forgive me please. I didn't mean for him to hurt you, really. I just thought that he'd yell at you. I'm sorry!" "Your good at apologies aren't you, you must have them down to perfection, you've probably done so many." "Please, Aunt Sandi, I didn't mean for you to get hurt like you did," he said gently tracing out my jawline on my bruised side. "Forgive me, please!" "Dick how can I when you charge you sister a blow-job to apologize to me." "I didn't mean that one, I mean this one, please Aunt Sandi I'm sorry!" "And you'll never ask your sister to do any sexual "favours" for you again." "Never, cross my heart and hope to die." "You know Dick, this all would have been easier," I said wincing from the pain as I tried to smile. "If you had just come to me and said you'd accept my apology if I'd've suck you off." He looked surprised when I had said that. "Would you have?" "Have what?" "Sucked me off," Dick asked looking at me. "Yes," I said looking at him straightly "without a second thought!" "Will you?" he asked sandwhiching me between his body and the door. "Dick stop it!" I told him trying to push him away from me. "Will you?" "I couldn't even if I wanted to, my cheek hurts too much, you've seen to that." "Would you take your clothes off if I asked you?" "No! Dick let me out of here." "No," he said looking at me. "Take off your clothes or I'll tell Dad you hit me again." "Dick, please don't do this!" "Do it!" he nearly shouted at me backing away. I reached for the door knob to escape from the small room and he reaserted himself against me and repeated his command in a near whisper. "Dick don't do this. I'm your Aunt for gods sake." "That doesn't seem to stop you with your father does it?" "Dick..." I begged undoing the top button on my blouse. "All right!" I said calmly taking my hands away from my blouse. "I want to see your tits, show me your tits!" "No, I'm going to give you your blow job if you want it, if it's going to cause me pain I might as well want it!" I said moving on him. "Come here!" Quickly he stepped up to me and I knelt infront of him. "You want this blow-job so bad fine, but its your first and last one." I said trying to hold back the pain as I took him in my mouth. Quietly I started bobbing back and forth on his shaft as he moaned. The more I sucked on him the better my cheek felt, the better I felt. When he finally shot his load down my throat I felt exhilirated, his warm seed slithered down my throat warming till it almost felt like it was on fire, and the taste of it was something else as I collected the last remnants with my tongue. I felt like stripping down the rest of the way right there and fucking him. But when I backed away far enough to smile up at him in enjoyment, he bent down and pulled his pants up. The ache in my pussy for him was so strong I almost couldn't even stand up. He moved towards the door, but I jumped up and pressed him against it kissing his lips hungrily. It surprised the hell out of him and me, I'd never felt anything like it in my life. I kissed him repeatedly and sucked on his bottom lip, and slid my tongue into his mouth all while my hands slipped down between us and I started rubbing his crotch. "What are you doing Sandi," he asked me shocked. "I want it," I said stepping back away from him and undoing my jeans. "I want you in me." His expression turned to even more shock and then he got scared when he saw the hunger in my eyes for him, he turned opened the bathroom door and fled as fast as he could. I was left alone with my hands on my jeans. All of a sudden it hit me what I was doing and I quickly did up my jeans, re-buttoned my blouse, and splashed my face with cold water. When I looked up into the mirror all remnants of the bruise were totally gone. The only other time I had healed so quickly was when I was first being mated to Christa and Jake. Then the truth hit me. Some of what ever that magic was that Jake had must have been passed down to his son...only with Dick it seemed different, more stronger. Even with Jake I'd never felt such an overwhelming hunger...not that strong, especially not when none of us had been changed. Queitly I left the washroom and found Jessica sitting down on the couch watching one of her Holo-Disks. "Are you all right honey?" "I'm fine," she said not even looking at me. "He won't ever ask you to do anything like that again, he promised me, ok?" >From your friendly neighbourhood Hawk!!!! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |