Message-ID: <22028asstr$946426201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Rob Morton Subject: {ASSM} Etienne (inc) [3/3] X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Server-Date: 28 Dec 1999 16:53:06 GMT X-Post-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 16:10:02 -0500 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 19:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at rkhaan@ix.netcom.com. Copyright 1996-1999, Robert B. Morton II, all rights reserved. Disclaimer For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you! For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector... you have been warned. The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here. *** ASSM MODERATION SYSTEM NOTICE *** Part Three of Three (3/3) *** ASSM MODERATION SYSTEM NOTICE *** Part V, Chapter Eighteen Allison's back arched, her whole body one gigantic spasm as yet another orgasm rippled its way along her nerves, inflaming her soul. Each practiced touch from Kendra sent Allison tumbling further out of control - and not giving a flying fuck about it. "Please... stop for a moment!" Kendra did as she was asked, absently wiping the copious flow of juices from her face. "Are you okay?" "Yes. No. Shit, I don't even know! I need to know something before you drive me insane!" "What's that?" "Can we do this together? I mean, it's not right for you to, shit, do all the work." "I don't mind, really," Kendra replied. "But, yes, we can do this together, if you're ready to try it." "Why the hell not," Allison replied, smiling at her own raunchiness. "I've gone this far." "Suit yourself," Kendra said, rising from her place between Allison's quivering legs. Turning until her luscious bottom pointed in the right direction, Kendra gently and slowly straddled Allison's face until she could feel her hot, moist breath on her flesh. When Kendra knew her own sex was within easy reach, she prepared to return to the task at hand, spreading Allison's legs high and wide. "Now where were we? Oh, yes - right about... here!" Kendra returned to eating Allison with relish, not really caring whether the other woman returned the favor or not - but knowing she would. Kendra wasn't disappointed when she felt Allison's tentative first licks, her soft yet raspy tongue teasing along the outer folds of her sex. Deep inside of Allison, a jumble of emotions was taking place. To begin with, there was the joy of making love; once her initial nervousness wore off, Allison found it easy to settle into the sights, sounds, and smells of sex. Well, almost easy. While the familiar sensations of being eaten were working their way along Allison's nerve endings, it was the not-so-familiar feelings which made what was happening less familiar than normal. Where Roger's hands were rougher and stronger, the hands under her ass were perhaps not as strong, but definitely softer. The tongue working between the heated, slick folds of her pussy was more insistent yet gentler than anything she'd ever experienced. Allison laughed softly against the downy softness of Kendra muff. Experience? What experience could she be thinking of? Allison had only seen women making love in the tacky movies she and Roger watched when they were years younger. But now she was living it, feeling Kendra's clitoris sliding between her hungry lips. The two women ate at each other - it was heady and wild - mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, locked in the throes of primal passion. Kendra, with practiced ease, brought Allison into orgasm after orgasm while Allison, inexperienced at the ways of Sappho, tried to give as good as she was getting. At the moment, Allison's attention was focused on Kendra's anal opening, flicking her tongue over the wrinkled opening. Reflex took hold as Kendra's buttocks tightened in response, emboldening Allison to experiment further. While her tongue busied itself in the wet confines of Kendra's pussy, Allison slipped the tip of one finger into Kendra's ass, feeling the younger woman respond by pushing against the invading digit until it was in up to the second knuckle. Pleased she had found something to give Kendra in return, Allison got busy working her finger into Kendra's forbidden entrance. It didn't take long before the other woman was thrashing against the dual stimulation and, seconds later, Allison was rewarded with the hot gush of Kenny's release, feeling Kenny's clit (Christ, it was big) pulsing and jerking with each spurt of liquid. Not to be outdone, Kendra lifted her head slightly and with a quick stab, inserted her thumb into Allison ass and two fingers into her pussy. The older woman stiffened at the assault, surprised at the suddenness of the intrusion and knowing she was close to the edge. "No..." Allison moaned. "Not yet, please! Make it last a little longer!" It was hard fighting against the building pleasure wave as fingers and tongue worked feverishly to accomplish their task. "The time for waiting is over, Allison," Kendra said softly. "You have to experience the love we have to offer you." Having said that, Kendra launched into a vicious attack on Allison's vulnerable body and emotions, letting the wave build then recede over and over, deriving her own pleasure from the sounds of protest and pleasure streaming from her mother-in-law. The wave crested inside Allison and this time she knew there would be no stopping it. It hit her hard, washing over her tortured senses, searing her nerves in white hot flames. Allison was dimly aware of an incredible wetness between her splayed legs, just as she barely registered the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking. "Oh, my God... NO!" Allison screamed as the torrent of pleasure rushed through her in all its forbidden glory. Nothing she and Roger ever did together compared to this singular joy. Even in her emotional ruin, Allison's mind frantically searched for some familiar ground to latch onto, a vain effort to anchor what was left of her soul. In a moment which seemed to last forever, Allison felt conflict explode inside of her, momentarily feeling the guilt and shame of what was happening to her. Women shouldn't do these things to each other - only a man can make a woman feel this way! The attempt failed and Allison gave in to the ecstasy, burning in the flames of lust. * * * Kendra moved away from Allison's sweating, writhing body, placing a comforting hand on the older woman's exposed thigh. Some instinct was telling her Allison was in distress despite being caught in the throes of orgasm, so she sat and waited, her own body unwinding from the sexual tension it had been exposed to. After long minutes, Allison's brown eyes opened, her skin flushed a dusky red hue and she shook her head attempting to clear the fuzziness. Lips parted, Allison took a couple of deep breaths before sitting up, only to feel the room start to spin. "Lie back, Allison," Kendra said softly. "I feel so strange," Allison muttered. "Like I've been drinking all day." Kendra smiled at the analogy. "That was a pretty strong orgasm - it'll take a few minutes before you get it all together." Allison did as she was told, immediately relieved when the spinning stopped. Once her head cleared, Allison took stock of her condition. Perspiration and other fluids soaked the sheets beneath her and, certainly, her hair was a mess. Looking up and to her right a little, she saw Kendra's pregnant and naked form, absently taking note of the more than gentle swelling abdomen and the larger than usual breasts, filling with milk for the yet-to-be-born infant. An intense feeling of guilt and shame lowered itself onto Allison's thoughts, drowning out the pleasurable feelings which now felt very distant. Tears welled up and flowed over clenched eyelids as the realization took hold. "My God, what have I done?" Allison sobbed. "Nothing you didn't want to do, Allison." Ignoring the words meant to comfort her, Allison continued. "What would Roger think of me if he found out?" Kendra placed a hand on Allison's thigh. "He'd think you are one sexy lady. I know that's what I think." Kendra stood, looking for her discarded clothing. Turning, she looked back at Allison and added, "That's what Adam and Andrea would think, too." At the mention of her children, Allison became a little more agitated. "What are you trying to say, Kendra? That my own children would think I'm sexy? That's sick." "A while ago, you felt the same way about two women making love," Kendra replied, watching with some satisfaction as Allison's face went beet red. Still, she continued to protest, albeit weakly. "That's different," Allison said, her face burning. "We're two consenting adults and you're only related to me by marriage." "So? What's your point?" Allison turned toward Kendra, her eyes ablaze. "The point is it makes a difference. I would never do something like this with one of my children." "That's a shame - your children wouldn't - and don't - agree." Kendra delivered the coup de grace without malice. Allison was stunned at the implication. "What are you saying?" "I think you know what I'm talking about." "Adam and Andrea... no. That's not possible." Allison started to rise, only to be gently pushed back to a sitting position. "Please sit, Allison. There's something we have to talk about..." Part VI, Chapter One Allison didn't know how long she remained sitting on the bed in Andrea's old room. Kendra had left... hours? ago, leaving Allison to ponder a great many things. The time had slipped by without notice as Allison alternated between sobbing silently and crying hysterically. Where had she gone wrong? What had she done to deserve to have these things dumped onto her life? Gone were the euphoric feelings provided by Kendra a lifetime ago. Even through the tears, Allison's body remembered the passionate heights she'd flown with her daughter-in-law. Unbidden, a smile broke through as Allison relived the moment just before her climatic explosion carried her off, scattering her soul to the four corners of the world. Such intensity! Such raw, vital passion! The smile grew wider. "I haven't been that wicked in years," she said aloud. At hearing her own voice, the smile cracked and fell and was quickly replaced by a thought so crystal clear and focused, the emotional turmoil shied back into a dark corner of her mind. "Yes," she quietly said to no one. "It was wicked and, my Lord, so very much wrong!" Truth came into the room and sat on Allison's lap as she realized just how much enjoyment and pleasure Kendra had given her, not to mention her amateurish attempts to give back to that wonderful young woman. "But what makes loving the best it can be?" Truth asked. "Could it be the more wrong a thing is, the more enjoyable it is?" Truth had a point Allison had to admit. She could easily remember all those times when she and Roger would be making love in the parlor, hot and heavy, afraid Roger's parents would come home and catch them, and not really caring. Oh, and how about the time in the park? In broad daylight? Allison's smile returned with the memory. The human mind is a fabulous organ. So simple in its construction, so complex in its workings, capable of taking seemingly unrelated items and putting them all together into one neat package. Allison's mind was no different; it delivered the goods right on time - and the revelation it revealed caused her to abruptly stand. "My God," she whispered. "It all makes sense! I think..." "That's right, Allie," Truth said. "Nothing wrong with a girl getting her fun, even if it was with another girl! Hey, who cares as long as you had fun, right?" Looking into the dressing table mirror, Allison nodded to herself. "And," Truth continued, "It was hot and nasty and the kind of thing you don't tell the girls over a hand of Bridge. And that's what you really liked about it, huh?" Oh, Truth could be such a pain in the ass! Truth was on a roll. "See, Allie, people are animals. Oh, a little more evolved and all that, but an animal with basic needs just the same. People, hon, like to do what feels good and the more it feels good, the more they do it. And, to top it off, people really don't care who makes them feel good." It was really all coming together for Allison, as Truth finally went quiet, leaving her to think it out. Society, such as it is, says women making love to women was wrong. Still, as Allison learned, it felt good. The mental picture of herself and Kendra faded to black, to be replaced by the images of her son and daughter. Some girl to girl stuff being one thing, incest was something entirely different. The ultimate sin, mankind's greatest taboo - and her children had broken it. A wave of despair flowed through Allison's soul, leaving cold, ugly tendrils of guilt in its wake. Where had she and Roger gone wrong? Sure, they knew such things happened and did everything they could to make sure it never happened in their home. In her mind, Allison could see Adam and Andrea as they played together, always hugging and touching, showing their love for each other. The coldness was pushed back a little as the warmth of the memory enveloped her. Sure, they would fight - what brother and sister didn't? At the end, they'd always "kiss and make up," renewing their bond - just as they were taught. The damp, cold feeling intensified as Allison remembered vividly the day she told them they could no longer bathe together. * * * "But, Mom! We have fun taking a bath together!" Andrea complained, her features contorted in that way only kids can do. "Yeah, except when she tries to push my head underwater," Adam griped. "Oh, honey," Allison started, tucking each under an arm. "I know you have fun. But, you're both getting bigger now." "So?" Andrea said. "So... big boys and girls don't take baths together." "Why?" asked Adam, clearly not understanding. "They just don't," Allison said firmly, putting an end to a very difficult conversation and sending the children out to play. Once outside, brother and sister took a moment to talk about what had just taken place. "What was Mom talking about?" Adam asked, kicking a loose stone across the yard. "I dunno," replied Andrea. "I hate it when she gets all weird like that. Remember the day she stormed into my room?" "When we were reading and fell asleep on your bed?" "Yeah. She freaked out!" Adam's face darkened as he remember the savage tongue-lashing his mother had laid on them. He couldn't remember ever seeing his mother so angry before! Well, not since the time he painted the cat Day-Glo orange, anyway. "Andrea? Do you think that had something to do with what she said?" "I dunno, Squirt. Mom has been acting strange lately, just like Daddy." "What do you mean?" Andrea sat in the tree swing her father had put up two summers ago. "Well, remember he use to give me a big hug and kiss every time he came home from work?" "Yeah," Adam replied. "You always griped about his moustache tickling you." "Well, he doesn't do it any more. As a matter of fact, he hardly even talks to me like he used to." "I wonder why?" Adam asked, his young mind unable to understand their parents' behavior. "I wish I knew," was all Andrea could say. * * * "You knew why, didn't you Allie old girl?" Truth was back and whispering seductively in the recesses of her soul. "You knew but were afraid to tell the truth. Didn't want them to know about the dirty deed. Didn't want them experimenting with each other, did you?" Oh, yes - Allison knew and her mind showed her the error of her ways. Kendra had been right when she told Allison of the mistake made with the siblings. In her mind, a glowing, naked (and pregnant) Kendra sat down next to Truth. "You and your husband taught them to love each other, to share with each other. Then, before they would naturally take the next step, you turned around and told them it was wrong for them to do so - even though they had done nothing." Truth nodded in agreement, smiling. "So, to keep them from finding out, you kept them apart as much as you could. And, to make sure neither of you got any ideas, you and Roger began to put distance between yourself and them." Truth was nodding so vigorously, it's head would have fallen off - if it had one. "When was the last time you hugged or kissed them? No, I don't mean one of those motherly pecks on the cheek, either. Hugged or kissed them as you did when they were babies, when you loved them with all your heart?" Allison could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she replayed her answer to Kendra's "accusations." "But, I do love them!" she had protested. "I'd give my life for them, then and now." "Yes, you would," Kendra had answered. "Still, you and Roger prevented them from discovering the depth of their love for each other - and you never told them why." "I thought we were doing the right thing," was Allison's somewhat lame reply. "Incest, well, it just isn't done. That happens in homes where parents just don't care what their children do." "Does it?" Kendra had asked. "I think you know better." Part VI, Chapter Two Allison's introspective view was dispelled as her husband stuck his head into the near empty room. "Allie," Roger said, stepping into the room. "What are you doing in here? Didn't you hear me calling you when I came in?" "No," Allison replied, shaking her head. "I didn't. I guess my mind was a million miles away." "Hmpf - I'd say it was," Roger grumbled, taking a moment to look around the room. "Hey, what happened to Andy's stuff?" Allison looked around the room, as if she'd never been in it before answering. "Oh. Kendra was here a little while ago to pick it up." Allison stepped around her befuddled husband into the hallway, who darted out of the door right behind her. "Pick it up? For what? Allison!?" Allison continued to ignore Roger, descending the stairs and entering the living room, stopping before the large family portrait taken a year ago. "Woman, will you answer me? What the hell is going on around here? Why are Andrea's things gone - and why did Kendra pick them up?" "Roger," Allison said, sighing. "She's staying with Kendra and her brother." "What the hell for?" Roger Harrison could feel his blood pressure increasing. "She's decided to leave Dale. Doesn't make sense to go home to a man you don't love anymore, does it?" Allison was surprised at how calm she'd become during the last few moments. "I know that, Allie!" Roger could barely contain his anger. "What's wrong with her staying with us?" Allison turned to face her husband. "Obviously, she didn't want to, Grumpy. Besides, she needs to be around people her own age, not two old fuddy-duddies like us. She's a grown woman and can make up her mind about where she lives and who she lives with." "But you know how I feel about... those people." Roger's voice was low and dangerous, his mood darkening. Allison's own temper flared. "Who cares if you like them or not, Roger? Huh? I mean, who gives a fuck who you like or don't like? Can't you get it through your thick skull? You don't have to like them; as long as Adam and Andrea likes them and they're happy, it's the only thing which matters." Roger was taken aback at his wife's outburst; as it happened, he also remembered the last time he'd ever seen her this pissed off - the day she found Adam and Andrea cuddled up and asleep in Andrea's bed. Then there was the deal with the cat... Macho pride took over as Roger picked his jaw up. "Yeah? And how do you know they'll be happy?" Once again calm - and not knowing where it came from, Allison looked into her husband's eyes. "Trust me, I know. I just know. Call it a mother's instinct. What do you want for dinner?" Allison turned and headed for the kitchen. "Women!" Roger grumbled, plopping down in his favorite chair and making a vow to find out just what was going on in the Williams household. With God as his witness, Roger Hamilton Harrison will find out! Part VI, Chapter Three Unknown to Roger, he wasn't the only father wanting to know what was going on. Lorne paced the spacious living room of his hillside retreat. In various states of repose, the entire Williams family, along with Andrea, watched at the elderly doctor and inventor walked a groove in the plush carpeting. Halfway across the room, he stopped and turned to look at Devon before shaking his head and continuing his pacing. Devon, for his part, knew his father was doing everything he could not to explode at this latest turn of events. Still, he sat calmly - or as about as calm as any son could knowing his father was pissed at him - and waited for him to speak his mind. Beside him, Andrea leaned over and whispered, "He's pissed, isn't he?" Devon nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lorne. "It's because of me, isn't it?" Another nod. Sitting on the sofa, Ellie turned to speak to her mother, nodding at Andrea and Devon. "They look good together, don't they?" Etienne took a final glance at her father before turning to her daughter. "They do at that, Ellie. How do you feel about it?" Ellie shrugged. "How do I feel? I'm not jealous or anything, if that's what you mean. Hey, I'm happy for them; Lord knows Andrea needs someone in her life who can make her happy." Parked on the floor in front of the sofa, Kendra, Adam and Kymber eavesdropped on the conversation taking place above them. "But, Mom," Adam began, still having a little trouble calling Ellie "mom", especially after having made love to her. "It's been you and Dad for, what, your entire life? How can you be happy to see him spending time with my sister?" "Why not?" quipped Ellie, smiling lustily at her son-in-law. "Indeed. I'd like to hear this myself." Lorne had stopped his pacing, his voice breaking up the discussions, commanding their attention. Seeing he had them, he continued. "Devon, I'd like to know why Andrea is here with us." Stupidly, and caught a little by surprise, Devon answered. "Because she wants to?" That drew a frosty look from his father. "Very funny, Devon - you know what I mean." "Yes, sir, I do; I'm sorry. I simply agreed with Kendra when she said Andrea needed our help. And, might I point out I'm not responsible for her finding out about the family?" Devon made it a point to look at his daughter who, in turn, was examining the ceiling for some reason or another. "You're right, son. Well, Kenny? Let's hear it." All eyes were on Kendra as she responded to her grandfather. "She needed love, I gave it to her. She wanted to know why Adam and I are so happy with each other, so I told her." "Not that I believe Andrea would broadcast her knowledge, but why did you feel it necessary to involve her like this?" "She's family, my sister-in-law. For that reason alone, I love her, just as I love her brother." Straightening, Kendra held her head high; not in defiance, but with the confidence bred into her. "I remember someone telling me a long time ago that it's all about the family, love and happiness. They also told me it is our place in life to bring happiness to those of us; without it, love cannot grow, cannot be strong. I wonder who told me this?" Lorne nodded as Kendra's point scored. "We've all told you this at one time or another, as you well know. Still, I'd like to know why." Kendra looked across the room to where Andrea and Devon sat hanging on her every word. "Because it was the right thing to do, it was what I was born to do. I am the result of the love you and Grandmother discovered all those years ago. You loved me, loved my parents and I am bound by this love to spread it to those whom I love." "This is so," said Kymber. "Lorne, darling, you didn't seem to have much of a problem when it was my time to join the family. I pray you're not saying it was okay for you to do it then and wrong for Kendra to do it now." Lorne emphatically shook his head. "No, I'm not saying that at all; I think you all understand this. It's just a matter of us being, well, safe from those who can't understand the way we are. Take their parents, for example." "What about them?" asked Adam. "They come from a different school of thought, Adam," answered Lorne. "Were they to discover what their children have gotten themselves into, indeed, what they've done with each other, how do you think they'd feel about them and us?" "Does it matter?" asked Kendra, all the while knowing it did. "Of course it does!" exclaimed Lorne. "Do you have any idea what could happen?" "As a matter of fact, I do," said Kendra; around the room, heads turned as everyone present suddenly got the impression things were about to get even more interesting. "Kenny, honey?" asked Ellie. "What did you do? Better yet, who did you do it to this time?" "Oh, my God," breathed Andrea. "Not my father! Please, God, not him!" "Relax, Andrea; your father knows nothing about any of this." "My mother. You got to my mother, didn't you?" Adam said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and flat-out astonishment. "That's what took you so long in getting back to the house!" "Oh, shit," Andrea exclaimed, realization dawning. Kendra shrugged, not feeling in the least bit guilty. "She, too, wanted to know. After all, it wasn't so long ago she caught me and Andrea together." Devon turned and looked at Andrea. "That would explain why your mother didn't have a stroke. Remember? You told me she didn't really seem to be upset about it." "Yeah, it fits, doesn't it," Andrea offered. "Mom was turned on by what she stumbled onto. Then, when Kenny went for my things, I'll bet Mom cornered her and asked for an explanation." "I think it's safe to say she found Kendra's answer a bit more than she expected," Etienne stated. Lorne raised his hand, taking back the floor. "Well, this does make thing rather interesting, doesn't it? Allison wanted to know and, true to your nature, you showed and told her. Everything." "What else was I supposed to do? Ignore her? Act as if it never happened? Look, she's family, just like Adam, just like Kymber, just like Andrea. We've always lived by the rule that with the family, nothing is held in secret. We share everything; not only our bodies and our love, but also the truth." Truth, fresh from his trip through Allison's soul, nodded in agreement with Kendra, taking a seat in the center of the room. "You understand Allison will be paying us a visit, don't you?" asked Ellie. "I expect so, Mom." "You also understand she's going to be asking a lot of questions we'll have to answer?" "Yes, Mother." "Then you also understand once she finds out about these two," Ellie said while nodding at Adam and Andrea, "She'll find out about everyone." "I understand this as well. However, I'll ask again; if she's family, does it matter?" "I am going to hope it doesn't," Lorne said solemnly. "For all of our sakes. Kendra, despite all your good intentions, you may have jeopardized our existence." "I understand, Grandfather - but I don't think so." "I hope to God you're right, child." Part VI, Chapter Four "What the hell am I doing here?" Allison asked herself, just seconds after ringing the doorbell. "I should be at the supermarket, not checking up on my children." Twenty minutes earlier, Allison was in the car, headed for the store to pick up a few items for dinner. Instead, she found herself standing in front of the place where her children lived, ringing the doorbell. She looked around the expansive area, noticing how well-kept the land was and noting how right Adam was when he said there was plenty of room for everyone. Turning to her right, Allison could see a larger house nestled into the hillside on the other side of the lake. Memory kicked in and Allison remembered Kendra mentioning her grandparents' home overlooked the lake. Breaking the enchantment of the beauty surrounding her, Allison began to lose her nerve and moved to step away from the door when it opened. Caught, Allison turned to find Andrea standing in the open doorway. "Mother? What are you doing here?" With bravado she didn't feel, Allison looked into Andrea's eyes. "What? Can't I just drop in to visit my own children? I know I didn't call, but I just happened to be in the area - I was on my way to the market." Andrea stepped aside to admit her mother, puzzled. "Oh, don't be silly, Mom. Of course you can! We just didn't expect you." Not this early anyway, Andrea silently added as she took her mother's coat and hung it in a nearby closet. "Come in, make yourself comfortable." Allison stepped from the foyer into the tastefully decorated living room, her practiced eye noting how everything was well coordinated in design and color. Nothing flashy - just fine examples of good, if not a little expensive, taste. "This is a lovely home, Andy," Allison said, sitting on one end of sectional sofa. "Must have cost them a pretty penny. "I suppose it did," Andrea replied taking a seat a couple of sections down. "I never bothered to ask Devon how much all of this cost." "His father is a famous doctor and inventor." Allison took in more of the room, especially the large picture window overlooking - what else? - the lake. "I don't know how much it cost, but I do know Devon paid for this himself, without his parent's help." Allison blinked. "He did? What does he do for a living?" "Research, like his father. Some bioengineering stuff," Andrea commented, all the while wondering when her mother was going to get to the real point of her visit. "Hmm." "Would you like something to drink, Mom? Coffee? Juice?" "Some juice would be fine, thanks." Allison watched as her daughter disappeared around a corner with some very confused emotions. For probably the first real time in her life, Allison was looking at her child as the beautiful woman she'd become. Allison felt a rush of warmth; if mother and daughter never had anything in common, they did now. Both had been loved by the same woman. Allison took a deep breath, hoping to chase away the feelings creeping up her spine, mildly surprised to now find herself thinking of Andrea in sexual terms. "That's not why you're here," she admonished herself. Right on time, too, because Andrea was returning with a glass of juice, which Allison accepted gratefully. As her mother took a sip of the juice, Andrea was beside herself, anxious to learn the reason for her mother's visit. After Allison had put the glass onto the coaster, Andrea finally spoke up. "Mom?" "Yes, baby?" "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Inside, Andrea slapped herself - this wasn't what she had wanted to ask! "Some other time, Andy. Listen, there's something we need to talk about. Is Adam here?" "I think so; let me check." Andrea did all she could not to run to the intercom system. Reaching the unit, she looked at the labels for a moment before pressing one. She was rewarded with a soft tone. "Yes? Is that you Andy?" Kendra's voice sounded far away coming through the tiny speaker. "Yep. Listen, is Adam there? My mother wants to talk to him." "Oh, is she on the phone?" "Not exactly. She here, in the house." Andrea could imagine the looks being exchanged on the other end of the intercom, barely containing her amusement. Adam's voice floated through the wiring. "Mom? I'll be there in a few minutes." Allison had joined her daughter at the intercom. "Have to get dressed?" she teased, surprising the hell out of Andrea. "No! We're not where you are - our place is behind this one and it'll take me a few minutes to walk up the hill. See you in a few!" The connection was broken with an audible click. "Their place?" Allison asked. "I thought they stayed here." Andrea didn't answer. Instead, she guided her mother through the dining room and into kitchen, pointing to a medium-sized structure about a hundred yards or so in the distance. From there, she could see someone walking up the hill. "There's where they stay - wedding present from Devon and his parents." "I'm impressed!" Allison admitted. The building Adam had emerged from was just the right size for a new or small family. Like the rest of the things she'd seen, it didn't appear to be overdone or outlandish. Andrea sat at the kitchen table, unable to contain herself. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at her mother. "Mom, what do you want to talk to us about? Is Dad okay?" Allison turned to look at Andrea. "Your father is his usual grouchy self, but he's fine." "Then, what..." "All in good time. Your brother's almost here." On cue, the patio door slid open; Andrea watched her brother step through and close the door behind him. He stood for a moment, taking in the scene, trying to keep any worry from showing on his face. "Hey, Andy, Mom. Is Dad okay?" Adam asked, going to his mother and placing a kiss on her cheek. Allison smiled, suddenly feeling warm while embracing her son. "Like I told your sister, your father's okay. No, I'm here for another reason." "And what might that be?" Adam asked, taking a seat opposite his sister at the table. Allison also sat, positioning herself so she could see both of her children, taking a few extra seconds to compose herself. Suddenly, with the two of them present, this wasn't going to be as easy as she originally thought. Finally, she spoke, breaking the silence while easing the tension in the sunlit room. "Did you get everything you needed?" Andrea swallowed. "Most of it. What things I didn't get I'll pick up in a few days, after Dale leaves for Norfolk." "I take it you've told him about your, ah, plans?" "Yes, and, needless to say, he didn't take it very well." "To say it was ugly was an understatement," added Adam. Allison sighed. The moment of truth was fast approaching. "I see. Well, you know you can count on me and your father if he gives you any problems." "Thanks, Mom. I filed the divorce petition yesterday; Devon's lawyer says he'll have this settled in no time." Out of patience, Adam changed the course of the conversation. "Okay, Mom. Now that we've got the small talk out of the way, you wanna tell us what's really on your mind?" "You know, don't you? About what's been going on." Andrea said, taking the plunge. "I know what I've been told," Allison said gratefully. "Is it true?" Brother and sister looked at each other nervously. "No point in lying about it," Adam said quietly, reading the acceptance in Andrea's eyes. "Yes, it's true." "You fucked your sister," Allison said, more statement than question. Allison felt a peculiar thrill racing through her. "Yes, we've made love to each other. I guess you'll want to know why." Allison relaxed a little. "Actually, the 'why' is easy to figure out. I mean, you're both young and all that." "I don't understand..." began Andrea, only to be silenced by a gesture from her mother. "I wanted to know a few things. One, if what Kendra told me was true about the two of you and, two, if what she told me about this whole family was true. Then, I wanted to know how you two felt about it." "It's a hard thing to deal with, Mom," Adam said. "On the one hand, it feels so wrong because it goes against everything you and Dad ever taught us. Then again, it makes all the sense in the world. I just don't have the words to explain it." Beside him, Andrea nodded in agreement. Allison nodded as well. "Kendra did a very good job of explaining it to me." "I'll bet," said Andrea. "Meaning what?" Allison could feel a trickle of perspiration run down her back. "Let's not play games, Mother," Andrea said, grinning. "I'll bet anything she explained it to you the same way she explained it to me." Allison flushed a deep crimson "I have to admit I've never been, well, loved like that before." "It was really something, wasn't it?" Andrea asked, feeling the bond between them connecting. "Like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life," admitted Allison, feeling an exciting twinge in her crotch. "Kenny does have that 'something' about her, doesn't she?" chimed in Adam. "She does, at that." At the table, heads turned in surprise at the new voice which had entered the conversation. Three pairs of astonished eyes took in the sight of Lorne standing in the entrance to the kitchen. "Sorry to just walk in on you like this, but I was looking for Devon and Ellie. Mrs. Harrison, it's good to see you again." Lorne took a seat at the table, folding his hands. "You can call me Allison if I can call you Lorne," Allison said smoothly, even though her heart was pounding in her chest. "Deal. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." Lorne looked expectantly at each of them. "From what I've been told, you're a bit of a godhead around here." Lorne smiled. "I wouldn't go that far." Allison turned to face Lorne, looking into his deep brown eyes. "Perhaps, but you are held in very high esteem by those around you." "I love my family, Allison and they love me." "No doubt," Allison agreed. "Still, what you do with your family is your business; including my children in this is something else." "I'm sure you know they made the choice freely," Lorne responded, unruffled by the accusatory tone of Allison's voice. "So I've been made to understand. How do you expect me to deal with this? Hell, we're not even going to talk about what could happen if Roger found out about any of this." "As with everything in life, it's a risk we're all willing to take," Lorne said, shrugging his broad shoulders as if the consequences didn't exist. "You state the obvious, sir. This... situation has some far reaching implications, as I'm sure you know." "We live with them every day. As long as we remain together, as a family, we can survive. We will survive." "May I ask you a question?" "Certainly." "Do you have a problem with my children being involved in all of this?" "Yes and no. Yes because it is more of a risk to them than to us. In essence, we've asked them to take everything they ever learned about loving and sexuality and through it all away. Please keep in mind, this by no means is meant to disrespect you or your husband." Allison dismissed Lorne's disclaimer with a wave of her hand. "I understand this. So, why don't you have a problem with it?" Lorne stood, holding up a long finger. "Just a moment, before I answer." Crossing to the refrigerator, he withdrew a pitcher of the juice Allison had been drinking, placing it on the table before going to the cabinet and taking our some glasses. After pouring everyone some refreshment, he took his seat, savoring the cool tanginess of the juice. "Sorry, folks - got a little thirsty. Okay, why I don't disagree. Allison, you've sampled our version of being loved; what did you think about it?" Allison blushed hotly. "It was intense and soothing all at once. As the kids used to say, it was a rush." Lorne nodded. "Then you know why I don't object; everyone should experience that kind of love. Not just for the sex, mind you." Allison's eyes flew open at Lorne's words. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "It just wasn't about getting laid - it was the way I felt with Kendra." Turning to her children, she added, "It's the way you feel with each other." "Mom, I never realized how much I love Adam until the night we made love. Yeah, I'll admit I was horny as hell, but it was more than that." "Mom, I was inside of Andrea and had never been so close to her," Adam said, swallowing a lump which had magically appeared in his throat. "It wasn't just because we were making love; it was like we made a long overdue connection with each other." Allison turned once again to look at the author of all this love and happiness, tears now flowing freely and unashamedly. "I think I understand now. I have only one question for all of you." "What's that, Mom?" Andrea and Adam asked in unison. "Where do I sign up?" "Mom," Adam said quietly. "I think I speak for everyone here when I ask if you're sure you want to involve yourself in this." "Why wouldn't I be sure?" Allison was clearly puzzled. "I'm old enough to make up my own mind!" "I don't think that's what Adam is asking, Allison," Lorne said. "You're right, Lorne. Mom, do you understand this kind of loving makes you, um, fair game for all of us? I mean, you could wind up making love with anyone. Even me." Allison did, indeed, understand this. In fact, she was already looking forward to it. "I know." "Why, Mom?" This from Andrea. "You've got Dad..." "For the same reasons why you are in this, Andy. I had a chance to experience love on a level I've never known before. I've never felt so alive before in my life! I still love your father, but I want to share the love and happiness you've found with Lorne and his family. Maybe I want to make up for not letting you two do what would have happened naturally. I don't know!" Allison's frustration was beginning to show. "All I know is I want to be a part of this, if you'll allow me to." Allison looked to Lorne for... what? Approval? Understanding? "It's not up to me, Allison. It is up to your children to decide. Adam, would you tell Devon to call me when he returns?" Lorne stood, stretching. To Allison, he said, "Whether you join us or not, I'm glad we had this chance to talk." With that, he left Allison alone with her children and, he suspected, some major decisions. "So now what?" Adam asked, watching his wife's grandfather leave. "Yeah, Mom. What do we do now?" What indeed? Part VI, Chapter Five Lorne stood before the large bay window that overlooked the lake, his mind troubled. The fading sunlight glinted off metal for an instance as a car traveled down the tree-lined drive on the far side of the lake. Nodding to himself, Lorne felt some of the pressure lift from his thoughts as he recognized Allison Harrison's car as it turned into the flow of traffic on the main road. Once the car was out of sight, Lorne once again turned his eyes to the sprawling land before him. Even though he'd seen this sight for years, it never failed to fill him with a sense of awe. Taking a moment, Lorne thought about his humble beginnings and how his work at Carlton was catapulted him to this level of living. Sure enough, his inventions had made him millions, enabling him to buy Carlton Pharmaceuticals, which continued to do well under his brilliant, innovative guidance. Then there was his family. Despite all the fame and riches, nothing could replace the wealth a loving family such as his could provide. Etienne was a constant fixture in his life, as was Kymber. Between them they had given birth to a legacy of love beyond anything they could have hoped for - hence the reason for his reflective mood. Turning away from the window, Lorne crossed the room, instinct guiding him to his favorite place to think. The plush recliner molded itself to his contours as Lorne continued to ponder this latest event in their lives. "What do you suppose he's thinking about?" Etienne cast a glance at Kymber, who stood beside her before looking back at her father. "I don't know," replied Eti, slowing shaking her head. "I can't begin to guess. You have any thoughts?" Kymber took a moment to swipe a stray lock of red and silver hair from her forehead before shrugging. "Damned if I know. I can't remember ever seeing him this pensive before." Etienne nodded agreement. "Come on - let's find out what's on his mind." Eti led the way into the family room, Kymber right behind her. As they approached, Etienne took a very close look at her father, her only true love, noting how the years were starting to catch up to him. Thick hair, once coal black, had given way to thinning gray while his neatly trimmed beard and moustache was shot through with more gray than black these day. Still, she noted, his eyes hadn't lost their fire, even though they now reflected some inner turmoil. "Whatever the problem is, it can't be as bad as you may think," Eti said quietly. Startled, Lorne looked up. "What? Oh, hi." "Hi yourself, dearest," said Kymber sitting on one arm of the recliner while Eti perched on the other. "What's on your mind?" Lorne looked from wife to daughter before answering. "I think we've got a big problem." The announcement was delivered in Lorne's usual calm manner; however, the effect it had on the women was anything but calm. "Problem? What problem?" asked Eti, suddenly focused. "Come on, out with it!" Kymber urged, no less focused than her step-daughter. Lorne took a deep breath. "I just came from Devon's. Guess who I found there?" Both women exchanged baffled looks. "Okay, Dad. We'll play your little game. Who did you find at Devon's?" Eti asked, clearly in no mood to play word games. "Allison Harrison." Kymber's face reflected her confusion, frowning so hard her eyebrows almost came together. "So?" she asked. "Her children live there, right? So why wouldn't she stop by to see them?" Lorne looked up at his wife, shaking his head. "You don't understand," he said. "No kidding?" Eti said sarcastically. "Why don't you enlighten us?" Lorne cast a stony glance at his still very lovely daughter. "What you don't understand," he started, adjusting himself in the chair, "Is what she was talking about with her children when I walked in." Looking up at Kymber and Etienne, Lorne's voice dropped to a near whisper. "She knows about us... all of us." Etienne could feel the jolt of surprise run down her spine; Kymber's emerald green eyes widened. "Oh, shit," Kymber exclaimed, breaking the moment of silence which had pervaded the room. "Let me guess - Kendra." Lorne's exasperated look provided the answer. "Before we get all bent out of shape, let me ask you something, Dad," Eti said, taming the rush of panic threatening to take over. "Go ahead." "I assume she's going to spill the beans, right?" "Worse than that, I'm afraid," Lorne replied. "I don't get it," Kymber confessed. "If she's not going to go to the authorities, then how..." Kymber's voice trailed off. "Dad, you don't mean...?" "Allison wants to be a part of this," Lorne said, ending the verbal stalemate. Etienne rolled her eyes, letting out an explosive puff of breath. "You know," she started, getting up from the chair's arm and going over to the sofa. "If Kenny was still a little girl, I'd say she deserves a spanking." Kymber still didn't get it - and said so. "So she wants to be loved like the rest of us. What's the big deal?" Before Lorne could answer, Eti provided the answer. "Roger Harrison. Sooner or later, the man is going to get very suspicious when his wife starts spending more time over here and will want to know why." If Kymber didn't understand the implications before, she did now. "Oh, fuck..." "Exactly," Lorne said, relieved they were all on the same page. "He may be a good man and all that, but if he ever finds out what's going on around here, things are going to get interesting." "Has anyone ever told you that you've got a great knack for understatement?" Kymber smiled wryly. "'Interesting' is hardly the word I'd use." * * * Half a county away, Roger Harrison was pacing between the living room and kitchen, wondering what was keeping Allison so long. Frustration dogged his every step. "Send the woman to the store after a few things and she takes forever," he grumbled to himself, once more going to the front door and peering outside for any signs of Allison's car. "Damn it!" Roger slammed the door in frustration, his pulse pounding in his temples. "Where the fuck is she?" Any further outbreaks were suspended as Roger heard the sound of a car approaching. Racing back to the door, he flung it open just as Allison pulled into the driveway. Seething with anger, Roger waited until the garage door began to open before slamming the front door closed, stomping off to the garage. Allison was already out of the car, getting bags out of the trunk by the time he arrived. "It's about time you got back!" Roger's angry voice exploded in the enclosed space, startling Allison into dropping a bag, breaking something. "Jesus, Roger!" Allison exclaimed. "Look at what you made me do!" "To hell with that! Where have you been? I though you were just going to the market!" "As you can see," Allison said dryly, carefully picking up the dropped bag, "I did go to the store." "For two hours?" Roger was incredulous. "It couldn't have been that crowded!" "It wasn't," Allison said, pushing her way past her husband. God, she hated him when he got like this! Roger followed his wife into the kitchen, determined to get to the bottom of this. "If the place wasn't crowded, what took you so fucking long?" Allison had enough of the verbal abuse. Slamming the bags down onto the counter, she turned on Roger so fast he took a step backwards. "If you have to know," she started, her own anger flaring, "I went to see Adam and Andrea. Satisfied?" Roger blinked at the rebuke. "You went over there?" he asked, spitting out the words as if they had a bad taste. "What the hell for? You know I don't like that Devon and his family!" "I don't give a fuck what you like, Roger. I wanted to see my children, so I went to see them. You don't like it? Too fucking bad. Get out of my way." "You're not going anywhere, woman. Not until you tell me why you felt it necessary to go over there." "Weren't you listening? No, I can see you weren't - as usual." Allison moved to her right, almost making it past Roger before he grabbed her arm. "Look," he said. "I'm sorry, Allie. I didn't mean to bite your head off, but I don't like not knowing where you are. And I really don't like you going over there - those people are up to something and they've involved our children." Allison's mood softened at the attempted apology; still, the battle had been joined. "Our children are there because they want to be - and they are quite happy. Besides," Allison said, wriggling out of his grasp. "What do you care?" "They're my children, too," Roger said lamely. "I have the right to be worried about them." "Then perhaps you should go over there and see them," Allison said. "Or pick up the phone and invite them over. Or write them a letter." "Never!" Roger's response made him sound like a spoiled brat. "And, while I'm at it, if you didn't like Kendra's family, why didn't you object to Kendra and Adam getting married? You had the opportunity to voice your opinion - and you didn't." Roger answered his wife with silence as she walked away, disappearing into the garage. As she returned with the last of the groceries, Roger was still standing in the same place, with the same dumb look on his face. In that moment, Allison realized she didn't know who he was any longer. "The kids have invited me to spend the weekend with them." "What?" "You heard me, Roger." "Well, it's a good thing you told them no." Allison's head snapped around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. "What makes you think I told them no?" "You did, didn't you?" "I most certainly did not. I'm going." "Like hell you are!" It was Allison's turn to take several steps backwards as Roger approached, his glare savage and menacing. For a moment, Allison thought Roger would actually hit her, something he never did. Still, she held her ground. "Like hell I am," came her defiant reply. Roger stuck a shaking index finger between them, making Allison blink. "You go over there, don't think about coming back here! If you are going to have dealings with that family, I don't want anything to do with you! Ever!" Allison shuddered - but not because of Roger's threat. A cool, blanket of calm descended upon Allison, deflecting the heat of her husband's anger. "What do you have against these people, Roger? They've done nothing to you." Roger was, as they used to say back in the day, "feeling his Cheerios" as he began pacing the room frantically. "What to I have against them? They think they're all high and mighty! They look down on us, throwing their wealth into our faces like we're garbage!" "Where in the name of God did you get an idea like that?" Allison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Would they let me pay for the wedding? No! They as much said I couldn't afford it!" "They said no such thing, honey," Allison said in her best soothing voice. "Besides, it's tradition for the bride's family to pay for the wedding." "Fuck tradition!" Roger spat, his eyes wild and out of focus. "They just wanted to make us look like fools!" Tired of trying to reason with him, Allison left Roger standing in the middle of the room, cursing and raving like a lunatic. Going upstairs to the bedroom they'd shared for so many years, Allison began to pack. Even with the distance between them, she could still hear him carrying on. Crossing to her dressing table, Allison caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as she selected the items needed for the weekend. And came to a decision. "Why just make it for the weekend?" Reason asked her. "You heard what he said - you go, you stay. Why come back?" "Right or wrong, he's still my husband," she said to herself. "My place is with him, for better or worse." A loud crash came from the downstairs area, followed by the sound of something breaking. "Then again," Allison muttered, "It might be safer if I give him some time to cool off." "Good answer," agreed Reason. * * * A half hour later, Allison was all packed and ready to go, her bags resting at her feet, ready for loading in the back of her car. Roger's rage continued; the dining room and most of the living room was in shambles. Looking at the carnage, Allison found her troubled man sitting at what was left of the wet bar, a glass of something in his trembling hands. "You decided to go didn't you, bitch?" "Yes. You need some time to get your head screwed on right." She looked around the wrecked memories of her life with Roger. "And, I don't think it's safe for me to stay here." "Whatever." Roger belted back his drink, feeling the alcohol burn his throat raw. "You just remember what I said - don't come back." Roger looked up sharply at his wife, hurling the crystal tumbler in her direction. "Go ahead, bitch! Go running off to those rich, snotty bastards! I don't need you! Get the fuck out!" Allison barely dodged the glass, which missed her head by mere inches, shattering against the wall behind her and showering her with a spray of lead crystal. Tears sprung to her eyes, unable to figure out what had gone wrong with Roger's mind. Opening her mouth to say goodbye, Allison thought better of it - Roger's aim might improve. Without a glance back, Allison loaded her bags quickly and started the car. As she waited for the garage door to open, she could hear Roger screaming at the top of his lungs, rending her heart into little pieces. For a moment, she sat there, some instinct telling her to go to him, to calm his anguish. And decided discretion was the better part of valor. Shifting the car into reverse, Allison backed out of the garage, taking a look at her home - and somehow knowing she would never return. A spattering of rain began to fall, blurring the windshield. "You can still go back and make things right," something inside of Allison said. "Despite what he's said, you still love him." Allison sat in the middle of the street, hesitating for only a moment. The only sounds around her were those of the car's engine and the flip-flop of the wiper blades before another sound crashed into the relative silence. A loud sound... Part VI, Chapter Six "And we commend the soul of our departed brother, Roger Allan Harrison, into your care. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The minister's voice droned until, finally, the service came to an end. Kendra watched, her hazel eyes overflowing with tears, as one by one, family members laid flowers across the top of the coffin. Adam stood beside her, his face expressionless as he placed the red and white-laced carnation on the wooden lid. Kendra knew the anguish her husband was feeling on the inside. To Adam's far right stood Andrea, her face showing the emotions Adam chose to conceal. Andrea supported her mother, who seemed as emotionless as Adam as the rest of the family passed by, paying their last respects and placing a single white carnation on the casket. Allison was barely aware of the people speaking to her, voicing their condolences and sorrow over such a terrible event in her life. In the deepest reaches of her mind, Allison struggled to determine why Roger had chosen to end his life. Surely things hadn't been so bad to warrant such an action. She sighed, wishing Roger had lived long enough to answer the question. As the rain continued to fall from gray, overcast skies, Allison's thoughts flashed back to those last moments. * * * The gunshot echoed through the development as Allison threw the car back into park, fumbling with the door handle. The damned thing refused to cooperate as Allison's panic took hold. With mounting frustration, she pounded the steering wheel before taking a moment to collect herself. That done, she managed to escape from the vehicle's confines, running toward the still-open garage. On the fringe of her vision, she could see her neighbors approaching, roused by the disturbance. Allison crashed through the entrance to the house, instinct guiding her to Roger's last known location. She glanced into the dining room briefly before heading toward the living room. She nearly fell over in her haste to stop, the gruesome scene unfolding before her, a scream escaping her. "NOOOOOOO! ROGGGERRRR!" Roger sat at the foot of the bar, his chest covered in an endless river of blood. Upon hearing Allison's voice, he looked up, his face graying with the shock from the bullet wound or the loss of so much blood - Allison didn't know which and, frankly, didn't give a damn. "You... you came, um, back," Roger managed to say between gasps of air. He winced as another bolt of pain ripped through him. Despite himself, Roger tried to sit up as Allison rushed to his side. "Oh, baby! Why? Why did you do this?" Allison wailed. Behind her, she could hear someone yelling about calling the police and an ambulance, even though she could hear sirens in the distance. Roger's breathing became raspy and he coughed, sending more waves of pain through his shattered chest, blood foaming from his parted lips. His eyes closed and Allison shook him. "Oh, God, oh Jesus! WHY?" Allison knew her husband was quickly fading, his skin cold and clammy. "Answer me, damn you! ANSWER ME!" Instead, Roger looked at Allison, trying to focus eyes which refused to cooperate with him. Another cough wracked him; years of manners caused him to cover his mouth with one blood-covered hand. Returning his gaze upon his wife, Roger smiled. "Hi," he said weakly. Tears cascaded along Allison's face. "Hi. Baby, why did you do this?" Her whole body shook with the effort to control the panic which has taken roost in her heart and soul. "For... you. Couldn't stand living without you." "Me? Oh, dear God... Roger? ROGER!" Roger's head snapped up, his eyes blinking. "Huh?" "Baby, I would have been back after you calmed down - you didn't have to do this!" "Maybe. Allie?" "What?" "What's that over there?" Roger pointed over Allison's right shoulder. Instinctively, she turned to look, realizing too late Roger had pulled the oldest trick in the book on her. As her head snapped back around, she saw the silver-plated .32 caliber pistol in Roger's hand. "Be happy, Allison," Roger whispered, placing the little handgun to his head and pulling the trigger, spraying Allison with a ghastly shower of blood, bone and brains. "ROOOOOOGGGGGGGERRRR!!!!" Allison screamed forever, not feeling the hands of the police trying to pull her away. Nor did she hear the questions of the paramedic, who was asking her if she was hurt. The last thing Allison remembered was the other paramedic covering her Roger's lifeless body with a blanket, shaking his head, as the inevitable darkness grabbed Allison and pulled her into its embrace. * * * "Allison?" Allison blinked away the haze of remembering, looking into Lorne Williams' face. It took her a few seconds to compose herself. "Oh, I'm sorry Lorne. My mind's a million miles away. Did you say something?" Lorne gave Allison a nod of understanding. "I was asking if there's anything else we can do for you." Allison took Lorne's strong hand in hers. "I don't know right now. Lord, so much has happened over the last few days, I just can't think straight." "I understand," Lorne said. "Listen, why don't you come back to the house with us?" He didn't need to add the fact there was nothing at home for her. "I couldn't..." Allison protested weakly. "I've got to finish cleaning up..." Tears welled into her eyes, spilling onto her cheek. "Mom, come home with us," Andrea said. "We can get someone to clean up for you. Please?" "Yeah, Mom," Adam added. "There's no point in going back there." Allison shook off the hands unnecessarily supporting her, taking a much needed deep breath. "Okay, okay. I'll come with you. But only for a little while." "That's fine, Allison," Kymber said, taking the other woman's hand. "Come on, let's get out of the rain." Kymber and Eti led Allison to the waiting limo, with Andrea and Kendra right behind them. The rain continued to fall as one of the cemetery's caretakers moved in and flipped a lever. Lorne, Devon, and Adam watched quietly as Roger Harrison's coffin was slowly lowered into the open grave, each man lost in private thoughts. Finally, the coffin disappeared and the caretakers removed the green tarpaulin from the mound of dirt as the lid to the vault was lowered, sealing the casket for eternity. "You okay, Adam?" asked Devon, shuddering as the lid clunked home. "Yeah, I suppose," Adam answered hollowly. "Devon?" "Yes, son?" "Why do you think he did it?" Adam asked, turning to follow a departing Lorne. Devon dropped into step beside his son-in-law, wishing he could say something which would ease the younger man's sorrow. "I don't know, Adam. All I know is what your mother told us." Adam nodded absently. "They were arguing about Mom coming over to see us. She said it was hard to believe he'd get so upset over it." Adam looked up into the steady rain, the water stinging his face. "Parents argue," Devon said. "That isn't what bothers me, though." "I know," agreed Adam. "It's what my father had to say about you - about us. Mom said Dad wasn't very fond of the family." "I can't imagine why," Devon allowed, shaking the excess water from him before getting into the car. "We've never done or said anything to anger him." Lorne signaled the driver, who put the limo in gear and rolled off. "Well, now that I remember it, he wasn't really all that thrilled when I told him I was going to marry Kenny." "No, he wasn't, was he?" Lorne, like everyone else in the family, was trying hard to learn why Roger Harrison killed himself. "Yeah, but I didn't find anything wrong with that," said Devon. "Adam said he was very overprotective." "Mom said he was upset over the fact that you wouldn't let him pay for the wedding - stuff like that." "It wasn't like it was a lot of money," Lorne commented. "Besides, the bride's family..." "Is supposed to pay for the wedding," Adam finished. "I know that. So do you." Adam looked out the window at the driving rain as it splattered against the car. "So did my father. The only thing I can figure he was envious of the wealth you represented." "Huh?" Devon said, not understanding at all. "What does money have to do with it?" Lorne, on the other hand, understood. "Dev, you have to remember something. Roger Harrison worked all of his life providing for his family." "Yeah? So?" Lorne shook his head. "Son, the man worked hard for everything. Double shifts, weekends. Always on the road." Lorne paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Imagine how he must have felt. His only son meets a girl and falls in love with her. Finds out her parents and grandparents are not only famous, but loaded to boot." "My father always saw himself as king of his castle," Adam supplied. "That's right," agreed Lorne. "Then we unwittingly come along, showing him his castle looked like an outhouse compared to the splendor we live in." "Are you telling me it wasn't us he hated? It was what we represented?" Devon couldn't believe it. Lorne and Adam both nodded. "In his eyes, we were doing things for his family he could never do. Doesn't mean his heart wasn't in the right place, mind you; he wanted to do these things but, you can imagine how tough it is when your heart and your finances don't agree." It was Adam's turn to look a little mystified. "But, my father knew I wasn't marrying Kenny for her money. Or whatever." "Of course he knew it," Lorne said. "Didn't mean he agreed with it. His mind was made up, Adam." "Then, to make matters worse, you show up at his house, pregnant wife in hand and still living on the grounds with us. For a self made man like your father, it was unheard of." Adam was beginning to see the big picture. "That would explain why he was always harping about me getting my own place for me and Kenny instead of staying where we were." "Right. Now, to add more fuel to the fire. You and Kenny leave and take his only daughter with you. Then he finds out later she's not coming back and, for added measure, she's going to divorce her husband and stay with us." Adam jumped up, hitting his head on the roof of the car, causing the driver to glance in his rear-view mirror. "Ow! Damn it!" Adam said, rubbing the top of his head. As the moment of pain passed, Adam continued his thought. "My father hated Dale. He knew how badly he was treating Andrea, practically turning her into a slave." "That may be true. But, look at the differences here," Lorne said as the limo made a left turn onto the drive leading to Devon's house. "Dale was a lot like him." "What are you saying?" Adam asked, his voice low. Lorne waved him off. "You didn't let me finish, Adam. I was going to say that Dale, like your father, worked hard for everything. House, cars, furnishings and the like. Roger may have thought Dale was a snake in the grass, but at least he was doing things on his own." "Like I wasn't?" "Ah!" exclaimed Devon. "You know you were and we knew it. Your father just didn't want to listen." The limo stopped in front of the house and the men climbed out, dashing across the short distance to the door. Once inside, each shed their wet overcoats; Devon led them to the dining room, offering to fix drinks. That done, they returned to their conversation. "Imagine, if you will," Lorne said after sipping his drink, "How much he must have resented us. To him, we'd stolen his children." "Then, it looked like we were stealing his wife when she announced spending the weekend with us." Devon added. "But, that wasn't the case." exclaimed Adam. "Mom was just coming over to spend some time with us. Why couldn't he see that?" "We'll never know, Adam." Lorne said. Part VI, Chapter Seven In Adam's living room, a couple of hundred yards away from the main house, Kendra and Andrea were making Allison comfortable. Well, as comfortable as she'd let them. During the silent ride from the cemetery, Allison had come to the same conclusion the men had come to. The revelation rocked her to the foundation of her soul. "So stubborn," she muttered, causing the other women in the room to look at her. "Who?" asked Ellie as she passed Allison a cup of coffee, generously laced with a dollop of brandy. Allison took the proffered cup, smiling for the first time in a long time. "Roger. The man just refused to see the truth of things. No wonder it haunted him all this time." The women of the Williams family, along with Andrea, looked at each other, not understanding what Allison was talking about. "Mom? Are you okay?" Andrea didn't even try to hide the concern in her voice. "Of course I am, darling." Allison sipped at her coffee, feeling the brandy's warmth coursing through her. "But," she added, "I've got more decisions to make." "Like?" asked Ellie, sitting next to Allison. "Like, do I want to go back to that house. It'll be so empty and lonely with Roger gone." Allison stifled a sob which threatened to escape. Kendra went to her mother-in-law, taking the older woman's hands in her. "This might be the wrong time to suggest this, but..." "But what, honey?" Kenny looked around at the other women in the room before answering, her eyes meeting and locking onto theirs for a moment. "You can always stay with us." "Kendra!" Etienne said reproachfully. "What are you saying, child?" "Nothing, Grandmother. Except she's welcome to stay with us, that's all. Why should she go back to her house? It's only going to bring back a lot of bad memories." "She's got a point there, Mom," said Ellie, taking her daughter's side. "Kendra," Kymber said quietly. "Now's not the time for Allison to make such a decision." Eti nodded vigorously in agreement. Undaunted, Kendra locked her odd-colored eyes with Allison's, letting love and warmth flow from her soul, hoping the other woman could feel it. "No better time than the present. What about it, Mom? Will you stay?" "I've already imposed upon you enough, dear heart. I've been here all week and it's time for me to put things back in order." "Yeah," Andrea scowled. "The house is a mess, everything broken to pieces." She laughed. "Oh, and not to mention the chalk on the floor and Dad's brains and blood everywhere. Yeah, I'd want to go back into that shit." "Andrea!" Kymber admonished, feeling a sudden urge to slap the younger woman silly for being so disrespectful. "No, Kymber. Let her finish," said Allison, carefully setting the coffee cup on the table. "Let her get it out of her system." Pent up grief flowed from every pore of Andrea's being. "What have you got left? Huh? Me and Adam, that's what! You need to listen to Kenny and take her advice, Mom - stay with us. Put all this dumb shit behind you and get on with your fucking life!" "Andrea, your father loved me very much..." "Did he? If he loved you so much, why did blow his fucking brains all over the place? Why? This is bullshit!" Andrea was red-faced with exertion, practically walking around in circles, waving her hands in the air. "Mom, I don't mean to sound disrespectful or diss everything you and Daddy built together. But, damn, he started acting strange ever since Adam brought Kendra home. He just couldn't let things flow, could he? No, he had to go stirring up a bunch of shit. And for what? Not one mother fucking thing." "I know, Andy. Please baby, sit down before you pass out or something. All this yelling isn't going to make you feel any better about this." "I agree with your mother," Eti said, clearly disturbed over Andrea's emotional outburst. "Sit down and take a few deep breaths." Wearily, Andrea plopped down into a nearby chair, her eyes still wild-looking but becoming clearer by the second. "I'm okay - I think. Mom, I'm so sorry..." Andrea covered her face, weeping openly. Allison went to her daughter, taking the sobbing woman into her arms. "I know, baby. I really do know. There, there. It's going to be okay." As she comforted Andrea, she turned to Kendra, capturing Ellie, Kymber and Etienne in her gaze. "I'll stay, if it's all the same to you. My children need me, now more than ever." "No problem, Allison," said Ellie, joining the older woman at Andrea's side. She offered a hand, which Allison took. Turning, she looked towards the rest of the women, offering her free hand. One by one, they joined hands, all now sobbing openly, purging the grief from their souls. Part VI, Chapter Eight Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm. One moment, fullness, the next, emptiness. Allison Harrison experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness. She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her. Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking. Allison sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb. The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already present. The older woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation. The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts. Allison lifted her legs higher, to give the man greater access to her sweltering sex. "Oh, yeah," she thought. "He's gonna blow...!" Her senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly. More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar tingling. A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase twofold. Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next. The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick tool grew larger inside her. Her own sex was already contracting sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth hardness inside her. A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat. Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable. Then she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. Allison floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body. The frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if electrocuted. Allison could hear a low keening - his? - as she clamped down on the man's shaft with her overheated sex repeatedly. Another contraction, a splash of juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling. The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily. "A'int that 'bout a bitch?" Allison asked as Adam rolled to one side, panting heavily. Allison looked at her son with a brand new appreciation, feeling his seed trickling along the crack of her ass, warm and sticky. Even though she felt strangely empty now, the feeling was overwritten by the near overwhelming warmth left behind by their love. It was the climax of the most unforgettable night in Allison's life. Beside her, Devon continued to pound his way into Kendra, oblivious to those around them. "What's a bitch, Mom?" Adam asked, propping himself up on one elbow, toying with Allison's nipple. Allison squirmed deliciously under Adam's touch, delighting in the warm feelings he produced. "Look at me, in here fucking like a young girl again. And fucking my own son!" "Mom, you were wonderful," Adam said truthfully. "You think so?" Allison had been worried about not pleasing Adam. "Shit, I know so! You might be, ah, older, but you haven't lost anything!" "Oh, you're just saying that to make an old woman feel good," Allison said, feeling her face flush. "Perhaps you need a second opinion," asked Devon, moving between Allison's parted legs, his cock waving before him. Before Allison could utter a protest, Devon slid into Allison's warmth easily, filling her completely. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed as Devon settled into a steady rhythm. Allison reached down and pulled Devon further into her, feeling the younger man's buttocks flex powerfully with each thrust. Devon smiled at Adam. "You're right, son - this is some good pussy!" Adam laughed, looking around the room for the others. He found Andrea and Kymber locked in a vicious 69, each woman going at the other like it was their last meal. Not far from them, Ellie was riding Lorne's maleness, cursing like a sailor while Etienne rode Lorne's mouth into orgasm after orgasm. Adam rolled off the bed, hurriedly rounding it in order to get to his wife, who had suddenly found herself unfilled. Adam fell into Kendra's welcoming embrace, his cock finding her center. Kendra sighed as her husband filled her with his very familiar thickness, their bodies meshing together as they had over the years. "Oh, yeah, baby! Fill my cunt with honey! Fuck me, Adam!" Adam replied by withdrawing a little, the crown of his erection nestled just inside Kenny's quivery folds, before plunging into her, causing her to grunt with the impact. "Ugh! Shit, yeah! That's it, baby. Ride my ass! Tear it up, Adam! Ooooh! You son-of-a-bitch! Yeah, yeah! Feels so damned good!" Adam smiled - Kenny was off and running again. He looked up into another pair of eyes that had been quietly watching the whole thing. His smile grew wider. "How are you doing, sweetheart?" Adam asked the watcher. "Fine, Daddy. You're not hurting Mommy, are you?" Adam and Kendra both looked at their nine-year old daughter, Samantha. "No, baby," Kendra answered, feeling Adam deep inside her. "Daddy's not hurting me. In fact, he's making me feel good." Samantha looked around at the sexual carnage taking place around her, her eyes wide. "Oh. Then Grandpa is making great-grandma feel good, too?" She nodded at Devon and Allison. "He sure is, Sam," Adam said, the first spurt of his seed surging into his beloved Kendra. The youngster pouted. "How come nobody's making me feel good?" She looked at her father as he plopped out of Kendra's wet - and sloppy - embrace. He gathered Sam into his arms. "All in good time, baby," Kendra said. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" "Yeah," Samantha said, continuing to pout. "I like it when you make me feel good down there. But..." "But, what, Sam?" "How come Daddy won't put his thing in me?" the youngster asked, pointing at Adam's shrinking manhood. It was all Adam could do not to laugh. "Because you're not quite ready for Daddy yet." "Am too!" Kendra laughed, remembering the time she had the same argument with her own mother over the very same thing. "You think so?" Samantha looked at her mother with a challenging look. "Uh huh. If you can do it, so can I." "Well," Adam said. "Daddy's not quite ready to put, ah, my thing in you right now." "I know - it takes a little while for it to rest, right?" "Right you are!" Adam said, watching Samantha beam at getting the right answer. While Adam was engrossed with his conversation with Samantha, Kendra slid off the bed, going over to where the other participants sat, taking a seat on the floor next to her mother. Ellie turned and stroked Kendra's hair. "Does she remind you of anyone?" Kendra smiled at her mother, hearing the others with her chuckle. "Yeah, well, you made me wait until I was 13 before I got a piece of Daddy." "Time's change, Kenny," Lorne said. To Eti and Kymber, he said, "Kids grow up so fast, don't they?" Allison also laughed, toying with Andrea's nipple. "You're telling me," she agreed. "One day they're so cute and precious, the next they're screwing your brains out." Andrea looked over at Devon, absently fingering the set of rings on her finger. She and Devon had been married only a couple of years, but what a couple of years it had been. * * * "Well? Will you?" Andrea waited patiently for her question to be answered, coming down off the orgasmic high she'd just experienced. "Will I what?" asked Ellie. "Will you be upset if I ask Devon to marry me?" Ellie was exasperated. "Andy, how many times do I have to tell you? No, I won't be upset! There! Are you happy?" "I just don't want you to be upset, that's all. I know how you feel about him." Ellie reach out, touching Andrea's breast, watching her nipple grow erect and inviting. Bending her head, Ellie's tongue flashing out wetly, teasing the now-firm nipple, causing Andrea to shiver. "Oh, no! Not again - I can't take any more!" Andrea protested as Ellie melted into her arms. Their lips met and Andrea could feel Ellie's tongue roaming around in her mouth, feeling her passion returning. Her back arched to meet Ellie's thrusts, their pubic mounds grinding together deliciously. Andrea winced slightly as Ellie latched onto the tender flesh of her neck, feeling the welt beginning to rise. "Hmm, you taste so good," Ellie whispered, basking in the warmth their bodies created. She let her tongue trail wetly over Andrea's throat, savoring the taste. "Oh, Ellie," moaned Andrea, feeling the other woman's fingers probing her outer labia. "I can't do this again..." "Of course you can - and I'll tell you why," Ellie cooed, finding Andrea's clitoris and manipulating it into hardness with her fingers. "Why?" Andrea gasped, her whole body melting under Ellie's expert touch. "Because I love doing this to you, for one. Two, I'm horny. Three..." she said, slipping a finger into Andrea's wetness. "It's the only way I'll let you marry my brother." Another gasp escaped from Andrea as Ellie's fingers worked their magic on her, sweeping her into Passion's wake. "I love Devon, Andrea," Ellie said, rubbing her thumb across Andrea's exposed clit. "I'd do anything to see him happy, even if it means marrying you." Andrea's squirming increased under Ellie's touch, the beginning of yet another orgasm making its presence felt along her nerves. Andrea's back continued to arch, lifting her ass off the bed. "Ooooh, please, don't stop." Ellie's tongue began a slick journey down Andrea's body, sucking each nipple into tense erection before leaving a wake of wetness along Andrea's ample cleavage. Ellie's tongue beat a rapid tattoo in and around Andrea's navel, raising the heat, increasing their mutual desire. "No..." Andrea pleaded. "Too late, my dear Andy," Ellie husked, her breath hot against Andrea's flesh. "I'm going to eat you alive! Call it an early wedding present..." * * * Andrea's body shivered involuntarily, remembering the dizzying heights Ellie had taken her. She had spoken to Devon alone, putting a twist on the ages-old tradition by proposing to him. Her heart had been in her throat as her love pondered the question, finally agreeing to become her husband. Andrea chuckled softly to herself, also remembering the intense sexual activity that followed their announcement. Hell, she couldn't walk without it hurting for a week. A gasp from across the room broke through Andrea's reminiscing and she looked up to see her niece's head bobbing like a cork, her young face stuffed with man meat. The room grew quiet as Samantha sucked her father into hardness, her small mouth barely accommodating the enormous bulb of his cock, two hands grasping the hardening shaft, massaging it in time with the motion of her tongue. Adam was taking great care not to move while Samantha worked on him, watching her head bobbing through half-closed eyes. Within minutes, his cock was fully erect and he disengaged his daughter. "No, I wasn't finished!" Sam protested, feeling her father lift and turn her. Seconds later, she was being tickled in that wonderful place by her father's moustache, momentarily forgetting her disappointment. Samantha giggled happily as Adam's tongue wormed its way along her growing bud, the tip lodging inside her snatch. "That tickles!" Sam said between giggles, causing the other adults to chuckle themselves. "Are you okay, hon?" Kendra asked, running her fingers along Sam's developing body. "Oh, yes! I'm fine, thank you!" Adam was losing himself in Samantha's young, fresh taste, feeling the young girl wriggling her bottom onto his face as she experienced her version of an intense orgasm. Continuing to giggle, Samantha turned to face her father. "I'm ready now," she announced to everyone, the giggles continuing to flow from her. Around the room, the assembled adults found Samantha's delight contagious as smiles spread on their collective faces. "Okay, Sam," Adam said, starting to get up. Samantha place a small hand on his chest. "No, I wanna get on it, just like Grandma Eti did," Sam announced, looking toward Etienne, who nodded approval. "As you wish, Princess," Adam conceded, lying back and awaiting. Samantha positioned her tiny orifice just above her father's cock, her face a study in concentration. Beside her, Kendra spoke quietly. "Remember honey, try to take it easy. This is going to hurt, but it'll go away." Sam nodded, squeezing her eyes shut just before plunging herself onto her father's sword. Her eyes grew wide as the spongy head lodged itself into her slit - and stopped! "Awww," complained Samantha. "It won't go in!" Hearing her daughter's plight, Kendra's eyes searched the room until she found what she was looking for. "Don't move, Sam; I'll be right back." Kenny jumped off the bed, retrieved something off the dressing table, and returned to the bed. A few seconds later, Adam could feel the cool slickness of a lubricant being applied to his maleness, hearing Samantha's startled gasp as the same lube was introduced to her. "Now try it, Sam," Kendra said. "But, be careful honey - this stuff is pretty slippery." Sam acknowledged her mother's warning with a nod. Once again, her face took on an almost adult-like seriousness as she positioned herself over her father. "One, two, THREE!" Samantha plunged herself downward as hard as she could. Samantha's gasp was lost in the gasps of the adults as Adam's shaft vanished inside of the youngster as far as her young body could take it. "OH, MY!" Samantha cried out, feeling her hymen tear and Adam's cock filling her. Sam's body trembled at the unexpected invasion, causing everyone to move toward her, concern written on their faces. Frantically, Sam waved her hand. "No, don't! I'm okay! Mom? "Yes, honey?" Kendra answered, concern lacing her voice. "You were right - that stuff is slippery! And, you know what?" "What, darling?" Kendra relaxed upon hearing Samantha's happiness. "Daddy does feel good inside me, just like you said!" "I'm glad, Sam." Turning to Adam, Kendra kissed him. "Congratulations, darling! You've made Sam a woman. Now, finish the job, lover - fill her with love!" "My pleasure," Adam said. Holding Sam's slender hips in place, he began fucking into Samantha slowly and carefully, allowing his little girl to enjoy the loving at an easy pace. The excitement of the moment, combined with his previous exertions and Samantha's very tight canal, was too much for Adam as he exploded inside of his daughter. "Hey! I can feel it!" Sam said happily, leaning forward as far as she could to hug her father. "I can feel your stuff in me!" Allison watched the whole moment in awe. Turning to Lorne, she asked, "Is this some kind of ceremony? Like a rite of passage?" Lorne looked at Allison, smiling. "Sort of. What do you think?" Allison's face softened. "Even after making love with my children for the first time, I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful." She tilted her head up, her lips meeting with Lorne's. "And, I have you to thank." "Me? What did I do?" "You let Etienne have her way with you. Just think; had she not been so bold back then, none of this would have taken place." "I suppose you're right," Lorne said, watching Samantha gingerly remove herself from Adam's spent cock before collapsing into his waiting arms. "I love you, Daddy!" Samantha said, snuggled against her father's chest. "I love you, too, Sam," Adam said, as the rest of the family crowded onto the bed, surrounding the newest of the breed with their love. Finis? Rob Morton ICQ# 51761475 *** ASSM MODERATION SYSTEM NOTICE *** End Part Three of Three (3/3) *** ASSM MODERATION SYSTEM NOTICE *** -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+