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The Wolf Summers By ElSol
Author's Note: If this did not end how you thought it would, I apologize
but this was always where I meant to go.
Chapter 10c: In The Cradle of the Pack
		 The end of a large story
	The call interrupted my thoughts on Rachel and our daughter Rain's
relationship.
	"Hello," I said quietly.
	"Hello, David," Helen's voice greeted me.
	I smiled.
	"How are you doing?" I asked her. She had been going through a
period of sleep deprivation brought on by her new baby and trying to get
back to fighting 'trim'.
	"The baby slept last night," she said warmly, "and I lost the last
couple of pounds I wanted to."
	"I'm glad to hear that."
	"You should come down and feel it."
	I laughed gently remembering for a second how Helen looked with
Brittany holding her wedding dress up while I fucked her ass.
	"David, I need you to come down here for the 4:30pm advanced
children's class."
	"Why?"
	"I have a new student that could solve the problems you're having
with Rachel and Rain."
	"Really?"
	"I think... actually I KNOW you'll like his mother too."
	I laughed at that.
	"I won't be able to show up in that time frame until Monday."
	"That's fine."
	"Okay," I said moving to hang up the phone.
	"David!"
	"Yes?" I asked.
	"Plan to stay late!"
	"I know," I said with a smile.
	I hung the phone up and sat back to think about my wife and oldest
daughter again.
	The problem started a couple of days after Rain's eighth birthday
with another of Rachel's yellow bikinis. Rachel looked fantastic for her
age, actually women twenty years her junior would have killed for her
body. She surprised me at the pool and we ended up having an afternoon
sexual encounter in the pool house. We did not know Rain was hiding in
there from her brothers' latest attempts to get her to start trouble even
though their last stunt had gotten them grounded 'forever'. She ran into
the closet when Rachel and I crashed into the poolhouse. She watched the
entire scene of parental passionate lovemaking from a couple of feet away.
Rachel and I unwittingly gave her a thorough sexual education in the
standard sexual acts from oral to anal. I fell asleep with Rachel in my
arms but my wife was awake when Rain tried to sneak past us.
	Rachel went batshit!
	Over the years, Rachel's outward personality had become freer as
if Rain's unfettered nature was drawing her mother's real self out. All of
that disintegrated after Rain watched us having sex. Mandy, who taught
psychology at the Alominos College, said that Rachel suppressed major
portions of her personality. She had been suppressing less and less but
the episode with Rain caused a backlash driving my wife back into her
shell.
	Mandy was the only one that talked to both Rachel and Rain about
what happened. My wife's reaction to Rain had a lot to do with seeing Rain
as her lost twin sister and a daughter at the same time. Rain had been
sexually confused and excited by what she saw at nearly the same age that
Rachel and her twin began exploring their sexuality. Rachel knew exactly
what Rain was feeling when she escaped the pool house. It brought the loss
of her sister back while causing a great deal of motherly concern.
	The two sides of her were clashing.
	Mandy was doing a paper on twins because of her exposure to the
'Smith strain' as she called it. Twins sharing part of their personality
was her pet psychological theory to explain certain twin behaviors. Mandy
thought the 'strong' Rachel was one that did not suppress those shared
portions of personality, but the conflict over Rain had forced my wife
back to the time right after her sister's death.
	I was not sure I believed Mandy's interpretation but I did not
care why the problem was occurring. I wanted it resolved before my
daughter and wife suffered some trauma. Mandy explained tried to explain
that I had two related problems.
	The first was that I had become the focus of Rain's immature
sexual desire. The attraction placed her in a natural sexual competition
with her mother. To make everything worse, witnessing her mother's sexual
pleasure made me an even more desirable male. Every important woman in
Rain's life, except Marie, was involved in some form of a sexual
relationship with me. The boys did not think about that aspect of their
lives but Mandy assured me that Rain sure did.
	The discussion included Brittany and Esmeralda who agreed with
Mandy.
	The second was that Rachel wanted to drop the act that kept parts
of her personality subjugated to her grief. She could not do it without to
a great extreme letting go of her twin. She would never do that
voluntarily though. She had gotten very close but was now standing on the
razor's edge of crisis, which could make her go either way.
	"So what the fuck do I do?" I had asked. All three women agreed
that I should let Rain and Rachel deal with the issues between them and
alone where necessary.  It was a frustrating month and then the stakes
were raised.  Esmeralda unwittingly added dynamite to the fire. She had a
powerful hold on her husband, which served our family well since he was a
Smith and Callas Holdings executive.  The company name change was Rachel's
idea after she was declared the richest woman in the country by several
financial publications. She wanted to make sure every one of her Callas
children understood I was also building their legacy.
	My aunt decided it was time to train her daughters, who were ten
and eleven, to assist her in keeping firm control of their father. She
decided part one of their training was proper obeyance to the worst of the
family wolves. Our first encounter involved the oral pleasure of them
kissing, licking and sucking me to their heart's content. They were
enthusiastic students of their mother's tutelage and each brought me to
orgasm with tongue and mouth.
	Another of Esmeralda's goals was to gain additional leverage on
her daughters. The girls were getting out of control but they had daddy
wrapped around their pinkies. Esmeralda wanted to add sex to the pinky
wrap so needed a greater authority to threaten her daughters with. It was
barely a week after their first lesson that Esmeralda brought them to me
for their second. Neither enjoyed their first bare-bottom spanking for bad
grades very much. Both got the message about the nature of our
relationship when I allowed them to suck me to near orgasm but it was down
their mother's throat that I shot the cum they worked for. They were even
further displeased to find out they would be sleeping in separate bedrooms
for a month and if their mother caught them playing with each other the
next lesson would be delayed for an indeterminate amount of time. The
girls, like good little wolves, did not argue but quickly modified their
behavior to ensure I had no reason to keep them from their new sexual
games.
	Rain watched both encounters from my closet.
	Mandy and Brittany admitted they knew about Rain's new habit of
sneaking into my bedroom. They privately decided that allowing Rain to
watch her mothers and me would direct her towards them for a resolution. I
did rarely enjoyed time with a woman that did not live at the mansion in
my bedroom so it was only a minor consideration that they thought could be
managed. Esmeralda thought my sexual involvement in her daughters'
training was something she only needed to discuss with Rachel. I was
fortunate to be visiting the Alominos site when that discussion happened
but in the end Rachel capitulated because it was a decision for blood.
Mandy and Brittany never considered that Rain might see me in a sexual
encounter with girls only two and three years older than her, not to
mention with her cousins.
	It opened Rain to a new set of possibilities that we only
discovered she was considering because Mandy caught her interrogating her
cousins about our sessions. Mandy sat with Rain for two hours and then
disclosed the conversation to Brittany and Rachel.
	Rain was planning the seduction of her father.
	Rachel was quiet throughout the entire conversation, which worried
the rest of us. It became obvious soon after that mother was planning on
how to counter daughter.
	I smiled thinking of the matchup.
	My daughter had strict control of her generation of cousins,
siblings and children of close family friends like Samantha and
Elizabeth's kids, even Helen's oldest son was not immune. The older
children had some independence but were still a part of the Cult of Rain
as I called it. Her power resembled Rachel's without the sexual aspects
but I was sure that would come later.
	To combat Rain, Rachel would have to be the person who planned and
executed my years long seduction, who made Esmeralda bend her stubborn
neck to a non-blood female, and who I had not seen in too long a time.
	I looked at my clock; it was time to head to the restaurant.
	Brittany planned a dinner to introduce a Senatorial candidate to
an old friend of the family. Our second leg from my freshman year in high
school had done well in the political arena. We supported his
Congressional campaign and were eager to see him graduate to the Senate.
His wife died from breast cancer two years before, leaving him with a
daughter to raise. He was a likeable candidate but the tragedy, which he
handled with pained honesty, made him an extremely sympathetic one also.
He was the frontrunner whose only problem was the constituency's swelling
nervousness over his continued unmarried state. He was one of the
country's most eligible bachelors and people do not like the title of
bachelor to be applicable to leading politicians.
	 Esmeralda, the Lees, Marie, Michael, Marisa, Rachel, Brittany,
and Mandy joined me with the two people that the sorority decided should
get to know each other better. He was definitely a future Presidential
possibility, which would be a first for their Sisterhood.
	We had a pleasant dinner even after it became obvious to the
women's victim that they were seeking an end to his bachelorhood.
	"So I guess this was setup to introduce us," he said to Julie when
the female ploys became too obvious. I thought that Michael did a credible
job of not snorting his coffee.
	"No, I know I'm attracted to you," Julie said honestly. "This is
to find out if you're attracted to me."
	I always appreciated Julie's ability to floor it when need be. The
dinner participants were silent for sixty seconds after that.
	"Hmmm," he said to fill the silence. "In that case, the more
interesting question is how did we get here?"
	He was attracted if only to the rumbling bass that Julie's
sexuality was pounding him with. She sat with a smile of happiness knowing
that part of her mission was accomplished.
	"I'm the principal for the Regent's Private Grammar School," she
informed him.
	"Yes, I know," he replied. "My daughter attends."
	She put her hand on top of his and smiled at him gently.
	"Emily's a beautiful little girl," she said. "It broke my heart
the first time she smiled at me."
	He smiled and tellingly did not pull his hand away from her touch.
	"We had a new student that joined our school last week," she
continued her story. "He is a headstrong young boy and managed to annoy a
lot of his classmates."
	He looked at her with a confused brow. She patted his hand asking
him to be patient.
	"One of the children he tried to annoy was Rain Callas," she said
with just a touch of vengefulness in her smile.
	"Your daughter," he said looking at me.
	I nodded.
	"My daughter speaks very highly of her," he said. "Rain was
Emily's favorite subject when she first transferred to Regent's. It helped
Emily a lot that her transition to the new school went smoothly."
	"Thank you very much," Rachel said before I could reply. She gave
me a look to make sure I did not give my opinion about my daughter's
attempt to expand her cult outside the pack.
	"Anyway, he and Rain had a couple of childish arguments over a
couple of days," Julie said. "The last argument ended with him getting the
worst part of it so he punched her in the face."
	"Really?" he asked worried.
	"Oh shit!" Michael said at the same time.
	The Senatorial candidate, Richard, looked at him. Michael had been
in Japan on business for a couple of weeks.
	"Brutus," Marisa answered the question that was in her husband's
eyes.
	"Oh!" Richard said looking like he remembered something his
daughter had told him.
	"Exactly, Brutus is a BIG boy for his age," Julie said. "Big
enough to pick up a school table and bash the puncher with it."
	Richard's eyes opened wide at that.
	"Then Rain gets up and tries to break most of the kid's ribs with
well placed kicks. Helen does a marvelous job with little girls."
	Richard looked at the rest of us with some concern in his eyes.
Emily was Rain's best friend outside the family and both girls had been
asking about overnight stays.
	"I guess Brutus likes people messing with his family as much as
Ovaldo does," Richard asked with some political curiosity.
	There had been an attempt to kidnap Forrest Jr. and his baby
sister Rachel Forrest the year before. It had been a concentrated attempt
that cost Ovaldo two of his dogs and two weeks in the hospital. Mandy Jr.
had been traveling with the Forrest children, which was why Ovaldo was
involved. The dogs harried the would-be kidnappers while Ovaldo cut both
of their cars in half. The kidnappers did not expect that or any of the
other Forrest designed weapons Ovaldo used to violently end the attempt. A
lot of people were curious about what had happened and what tools Ovaldo
was armed with but we refused to answer any queries. The government became
insistent with their questions when I flew to Japan for a meeting with the
Chinese Ambassadors to the US, UN, Britain, and Japan. What happened in
the meeting was a secret but the demonstration of Ovaldo's toy cutting
through a Chinese tank was not. The Ambassadors had been duly impressed
but infuriated by my news that the British and Japanese government were
about to receive the dearly desired gift of access to most of the Smith &
Callas government-only product lines. They got downright threatening when
I added that the US Government would be handed over all of Forrest's
weapons development research which had led to things like Ovaldo's toy. To
make sure the point got through to them, I demonstrated all of the
prototypes that Ovaldo and Forrest built and tested. Their anger did not
peak until I told them of the billion dollars I had set aside for the sole
purpose of resolving any outstanding problems with someone that was
believed to have caused the death of a Forrest, Smith, or Callas family
member. Handing the list of conspirators inside their country and the
proof of their plan made them take seriously the danger they would be in
if swift action was not taken. The government had not been directly
involved but a few minor members of their leadership had known of the
attempt. They directed many angry words towards me but knew the story of
the one successful attempt to steal the design of an experimental Forrest
chip. The thief died with twelve different shanks in him during his stay
in a federal prison while awaiting trial. The company that paid for his
attempt was fined fifty million dollars and had to have its chip designs
approved by the federal government for the next ten years. Three of the
executive officers had been tried for treason and were serving long
sentences in non-country club prisons. The government took the computing
edge that S&C hardware gave them very seriously. Those actions brought S&C
Holdings some political backlash but my first breaking of a political
career reduced the noise to a low rumble. US competitors got the message
to stay out of my territory unless they wanted me to play in theirs;
everyone that mattered in the world learned it when the Chinese government
brutally purged the conspirators. They had taken me at my word that I
would have no problem with niceties like destroying an entire city block
to get to one person that harmed a member of the pack.  Not a lot of
people knew the details, and four governments had an interest in keeping
it that way. The British and Japanese governments sent official letters of
thanks to the Chinese for getting caught red-handed.
	Marie shrugged her shoulders at Richard with a look that said he
was not yet cleared for that information.
	"Anyway," Julie continued. "I have this hurt kid in the office
with Rain, Brutus and Roger. I make the mistake of telling Brutus and Rain
they would have to be suspended for what they did. Roger pushes the kid to
the ground, kicks him a couple of times, looks at me and says 'Now, you
have to suspend me too!'"
	Richard shook his head looking at women at the table who all
shrugged at him.
	"An hour later, I have the boy's parents, Rachel, Brittany and
Mandy in my office," Julie said taking a sip from her coffee. "The parents
are absolutely furious and insisting the Callas kids be expelled. I'm
sitting in my chair realizing the reason the kid is so obnoxious."
	"They were intolerably rude to you," Mandy said in support of
Julie.
	"Thank you," Julie replied before going on. "I was trying to be
reasonable. I informed them that all their tuition and fees would be
refunded in full. They asked me what for and then they got even more
pissed when I tell them that obviously their child cannot continue at
Regent's."
	"Why?" Richard asked looking worried.
	Julie looked at Richard.
	"Why does your daughter go to Regent's?" she asked him seriously.
	Richard had the decency to look slightly embarrassed but tried to
fib his way through.
	"It's one of the best private grammar school's in the state. All
of its students are automatically on the Regent's High School entrance
list," he said. "I attended both schools myself."
	Julie gave him a look that was almost disappointed. Richard sighed
at that and shook his head.
	"All right!" he said with a humorous smile. "And every Smith,
Forrest and Callas child of grammar school age attends it."
	"Exactly," Julie said patting his hand in reward for his honesty.
"So does every child of S&C employees that work at the main campus. Jesus,
Richard! They bus children in from the Alominos site and the offices by
State if the parents want them to attend Regent's."
	"Employees can afford it?" Richard asked looking around the table.
	"Money is not an issue if an employee wants to send their child to
either Regent's school," Rachel said patting my hand. I shrugged; charity
came after family, pack and employees were taken care of.
	"I don't quite get why that would make you basically expel this
kid," Richard said quietly.
	"The parents didn't either," Brittany said with a grimace.
	"One third of the Regent's student body is a Smith and Callas
Holdings child," Julie stated. "Most of the kids were looked down as
'scholarship' kids when they first started which made them stick
together."
	"Ouch!" Richard said making the leap.
	"Right," Julie said. "Smith & Callas making multi-billions as
their yearly net improved the lot of everyone who worked there but the
kids never unstuck. There's almost two schools at Regent's; S&C kids and
the rest of the school."
	"You didn't try to break that up?" Richard asked.
	"The separation was in place when Julie arrived," Mandy said
defending her friend. Richard nodded thoughtfully. It would have still
been difficult, S&C paid well but the Regent's school benefit was one that
even the janitors took advantage off. Most of the kids did not come from
parents who could afford Regent's without being S&C employees.
	"That's not too bad except that in the last few years the REAL
Smith, Callas and Forrest children started arriving at our doorstep. The
kids for some weird reason replicate the company in their social order.
S&C employee kids form an outer ring, the kids from David's relatives an
inner ring, and at the heart are Forrest's, the Smith twins' and David's
children. S&C employee kids are the most protective of the entire social
structure, which no one can really explain."
	Richard sat back and crossed his arms looking at Julie with some
concern.
	"Roger and Rain are the prince and princess of the school," Julie
said firmly. "Rain could walk into the lunchroom, decide she wants to sit
at a table full of eighth grade S&C kids, and they will move for her."
	"Are the boys that bad?" Richard asked. There was reason for
concern since Emily's second favorite subject was Brutus, which surprised
everyone. Roger was usually the cause of little female hearts fluttering
but Emily had eyes only for my oldest son.
	"I guarantee that there's at least a couple of female teachers at
Regent's who are planning to be the Callas boys' first piece of ass,"
Marie said looking at Richard seriously. "People do stuff for Rain because
she wants them to. They'll do the same stuff for Roger and believe before,
during and after that doing it was somehow for their benefit. Brutus..."
	No one knew why people did things for Brutus.
	Julie blew air out of her mouth in affirmation of Marie's words.
Richard looked at her more than a little wide-eyed.
	"Don't worry," Julie assured Richard. "None of the kids use their
influence except in situations like with Emily where she didn't have to go
through new kid problems because Rain befriended her right away."
	"Yeah for the most part our kids stay out of everyone else's way,"
Mandy said. "They've only ever played with family so it's natural that
they are more comfortable staying in that social group."
	"If they stay out of other kids' way, what's the problem?" Richard
asked.
	"Other kids at the school stay out of S&C kids' way and EVERYBODY
leaves the family kids alone. This little boy picked on Rain and that
carries the second worst repercussions in the school."
	"Second worst repercussions?" Richard said leaning forward.
	"Roger and Brutus are going to be satisfied with kicking the crap
out of you," Mandy said knowingly. "The rest of the school is going to
leave it alone because they're boys."
	"But Rain is a girl and the school princess." Richard said
realizing where this was going.
	"Yeap!" Julie said. "This kid punched Rain Callas in the face,
regardless of what happened to him it would not have stopped there.
Two-thirds of the school would avoid him like the plague, one-third of the
school would be after him relentlessly, and that's after S&C family kids
got to him."
	"Like Forrest Jr.," Rachel said with a cruel smile.
	"Which is what she said in my office when I was trying to explain
to this kid's parents why he had to be removed from the school
immediately."
	"Wait!" Richard says, "You said second worst repercussions, I
would think that would be the worst."
	"Oh God, no!" Julie said with eyes widening. "Fucking with Emily
or the either set of the Lee-Smith twins would be incredibly worse."
	"What?" Richard said with confused smile.
	"Rain is Rachel's daughter," Joanne Lee said to Richard.
	"Sean and Patrick are Rachel's sons," Stephanie said, "Making
Rain, my sons'..."
	"And my daughters' aunt," Joanne finished for both of them.
	"Roger and Brutus ignore the relationship since they're only
months younger than both set of twins," Rachel said. "Rain though is very
clear that they are HER nieces and nephews which means they are under her
complete protection. Both sets of twins love it, of course."
	Joanne and Stephanie shrugged in unison. Their children had been
the first conversions in to the Cult of Rain.
	"But Emily?" Richard asked Rachel.
	"Emily is Rain's bestest friend," Marisa said. "She's also already
planning the wedding."
	"What wedding?" Richard asked.
	"Brutus and Emily's," Marisa said to him seriously.
	"What?!?" he nearly bellowed.
	"You didn't know?" Marisa said humorously.
	"Marisa," I said in a gentle warning voice. She stuck her tongue
out at me.
	"Don't worry Richard," Julie said patting his hand again, "Emily
has a big crush on Brutus and Rain is being supportive."
	Marisa snorted but Richard missed it because Julie put a smile on
him to wake up his hormones.
	"I still don't understand why messing with Rain wouldn't be
worse," Richard said recovering well from Julie's smile.
	"Everybody in Rain's life is family," Marisa said to no one in
particular. "Emily's been through a lot in the last couple of years and
she wanted to be friends with Rain. My niece is as spoiled as I was
growing up but I guarantee she knows the value of every one of her gifts
especially the ones that can't be measured with money. Rain will never
stop if you fuck with someone she cares for."
	"We know a friendship between Emily and our children was what you
hoped would happen," Rachel said to Richard directly. He waved her words
away almost embarrassed; his daughter had been happier after her
friendship with Rain began.
	"Emily smiles a lot more since she met Rain," he said and it was
obvious his daughter's well-being was everything to him. Julie took his
hand and squeezed it.
	"Anyway," Julie said. "I'm explaining to the parents how
absolutely brutal the kids are going to be to their child and Rachel like
she just did interrupts with a mention of the worst of the terrors that
will visit this boy who punches girls. How was it that you put it,
Rachel?"
	Rachel looked up for a moment at the ceiling and snapped her
fingers.
	"Excuse me," she said in a quiet voice that a parent would use
when trying to politely interrupt the principal of her child's school.
	"Yes, Mrs. Callas-Smith," Julie said getting into the
role-playing. Callas-Smith was as far as I would let Rachel change her
name; our children had my last name but Roger deserved an obvious a place
in her life.
	"Speaking of the family children," Rachel said. "Is anyone keeping
tabs on Forrest Jr. and the James girls?"
	Julie turned to Richard.
	"She asked it with that exact same innocence in her voice," Julie
said excitedly.
	"Julie immediately yells 'OH MY GOD!' and hits the intercom to the
whole school," Brittany said almost laughing.
	The participants of that meeting did break out into laughter when
Mandy made as if to press a button.
	"Attention all faculty and staff," Mandy said with authority. "It
is of critical importance that Forrest Jr. and the James sisters be
located immediately. If you find them, detain them and call my office. I
repeat, it is critical that Forrest Jr. and his cohorts be found."
	"You called my daughters someone's cohorts!" Esmeralda said with
some annoyance.
	"Esmy," Brittany cut in before anyone else could speak. "Your
daughters are smart enough to let Forrest Jr. do the heavy thinking. They
are quite happy if all they have to do is the punching."
	 Esmeralda and Marie smirked at each other. Esmeralda's younger
daughter had been skipped a grade to keep the sisters together; they were
much easier to manage that way. Forrest insisted that his son go to school
with normal (his word) kids; an opportunity he was not afforded. Marie
abided by his wishes but insisted her husband formalize his children's
private lessons, not to mention an update of all Regent's facilities paid
for by S&C Holdings. For Forrest Jr., school was only a place to be social
with other children. It would not have worked considering his intelligence
except that Marie and Esmeralda joined forces. The school wanted to skip
Forrest Jr. through a lot of grades but Marie stopped them when her son
got to the James sisters' grade. The three kids had stayed clicked after
Marie dropped him off on work mornings at the mansion when he was barely
three. The James girls provided him the necessary protection a child with
his brains needed in school. Esmeralda looked at me and smiled; she did
not need to tell me her ultimate goal for the girls' sexual training was
Forrest Jr. Marie looked at me and smiled also. The James daughters showed
the promise of all my family's good looks and were viciously protective of
her son. Nobody crossed the two sisters without walking away the worst for
it. Forrest Jr. would probably never know to question his fate; from the
looks the girls gave him after their first lesson he would never have a
sexual hard-on without a home inside of whichever one of them he wanted to
relieve it in.
	"So did you find them?" Richard asked getting into the story.
	Julie nodded with some reluctance.
	"They can't be that bad," he said looking at us.
	"My daughters can't be by themselves," Esmeralda said honestly.
	"Junior by himself would probably never do a single bad thing in
his life," Marie admitted.
	"Together..." Esmeralda said knowingly. "They're probably worse
than you can ever imagine."
	Marie nodded in agreement; both mothers had needed to deal with
the three children's joint ability to damage their environment when left
unsupervised for too long. The James girls loved to see things go 'BOOM!'
and Forrest Jr. liked to make things go 'BOOM!' for them. The men in the
family found the situation amusing but none of the women did for some
reason.
	"I get a call 5 minutes later by the school nurse telling me that
Junior and his pair of female thugs are in the infirmary. They did not
make into the same room as the boy but all three are looking guilty. I
tell her to bring them to me but not to touch anything in the infirmary
and to move the boy out of there."
	"The parents are freaking out at this point," Rachel said.
	"I try to question Junior and the girls but they are not talking
at all. Separating them doesn't help especially after the boy's mother
shakes one of the girls."
	"SHE WHAT?!?" Esmeralda said angrily sitting up in her chair.
	"It was taken care of Esmeralda," Rachel said quietly. Esmeralda
turned to look at my wife. She was angry but the look of cold assurance on
Rachel's face satisfied her. She was right to be satisfied; it was costing
us enough in legal fees. I was not budging on a settlement for what Rachel
had done. After all, the woman had been physically abusive to a child that
Rachel was related to. The woman was lucky that Brittany and Mandy had
been there.
	"As you can see that took another hour to clear up and get
everybody back to talking," Julie said with a lot of amusement in her
voice. "The bigger problem was what the hell those three did in the
infirmary and how to clear it up."
	"Come on, I know you're exaggerating now," Richard said trying
again to get us to admit it.
	"You've met Forrest Sr.," Marie said.
	Richard nodded warily.
	"My son is as intelligent and has three advantages over his
father," Marie said seriously. "Junior's father answers all his questions
in a way he will understand and has guided his son's intellectual growth
since he was a baby. Junior also has me. Finally, he has friends his age
who acknowledge his intelligence, don't make fun of him for it, and treat
him like he is a very valuable member of their group. Those friends have
parents like the people at this table. How big a difference do you think
that makes in achieving his full potential?"
	Richard looked at Marie seriously for a couple of minutes. He
turned to Julie.
	"What did you do?" he asked.
	"Only Forrest Senior would have been able to figure out what
they'd done but once he heard about Rain being punched he hung up the
phone," Julie said exasperated. "Roger or Rain could have gotten it out of
them but Roger said since it was Rain that had gotten punched it should be
her decision."
	"Rain said 'No!'" Mandy told Richard.
	"David could have gotten the kids to sing," Brittany said looking
at me. "None of us were going to call him to say Rain had been punched in
the face though."
	"Can you imagine it?" Joanne Lee asked.
	"David getting yelled at by the parents of the kid who punched his
daughter in the face," Stephanie added.
	"All the while Rain is crying in his arms because her daddy was
finally there," Esmeralda said adding more.
	"Not to mention that in the middle of her well-practiced alligator
sobs she would've been saying something like 'Daddy, it
hurt...<sob>
<sob>... i was so scared!'" Michael finished the scenario.
	The women looked me and shuddered when my jaw tightened.
	"Yeah," Richard said. "Getting her father involved at that point
would have been a bad idea."
	"Which meant we had to remove and replace everything in the
infirmary," Rachel said.
	"That's when the parents brightened up and started taking us
seriously," Julie said, "They asked how many of Rain's relatives attended
the school?"
	Marisa snorted again; Richard looked at her and smiled.
	"So how many attend?" he asked turning towards Julie.
	"Two nieces, two nephews, two brothers, Forrest Jr. who might as
well be a brother, the James girls who might as well be her sisters, and
twenty-four cousins. Before she moves on to high school there will be
another two set of twin nieces and nephews ala the second quartet of Smith
and Lee twins, Rachel Forrest, Mandy Jr., Cindy, and about another dozen
cousins."
	"Thirty-six cousins," Richard said surprised.
	"Most of the family from the old country has moved here since
David's marriage," Marisa informed him.
	"All the blonde cousins, strangely enough," Mandy said in a
directed whisper that only our side of the table could hear. Rachel and
Brittany smiled at me.
	"But they're just cousins," Richard said but the look on his face
told us he knew differently.
	"That's what those parents said," Julie told Richard.
	"First cousins are treated like half-brothers or half-sisters in
our family," Esmeralda said.
	"How do you treat half-brothers and half-sisters?" Richard asked
obviously trying to make a small joke.
	"We don't have half, in-law, or step-family members," Esmeralda
told him seriously. "You're family."
	"The parents did not take it well, I'm guessing," Richard said to
Julie.
	"No, but when I told them how many of Rain's relatives attended
Regent's they started getting the message," Julie said.
	"What finally convinced them was telling them how many of Rain's
cult spent time playing with her at the mansion," Rachel said.
	"Cult?" Richard asked.
	"David calls any child that spends more than 24 hours at the
mansion a member of the Cult of Rain," Rachel said giving me playfully
mean look.
	Richard looked at me questioningly.
	"Rain said this, Rain said that, Rain likes this, Rain thinks
that, Rain wants me to stay over on this night, and that night," I said to
him with a raised eyebrow.
	Richard laughed and shook his head acknowledging his daughter
exhibited the most obvious cult behavior.
	"Does it ever stop?" he asked Rachel good-naturedly. Rachel looked
at me and shrugged.
	"Yes, the cult-like behavior is followed by Roger's version of
mind control where they think what he wants them too. Rain is just the
recruiter," I said with a touch of humor.
	Everyone at the table laughed.
	"Isn't anyone immune to your children?" Roger asked with the smile
that won his elections.
	The women at the table looked at each other taking the question
semi-seriously.
	"Brutus, and Mandy Jr. probably" Brittany said suddenly.
	"Yeah but Brutus is Brutus... and he's too nice to say no to
either any of his little sibs," Mandy said remembering times Mandy Jr. had
gotten Brutus in trouble.
	Mandy Jr. was a special case.
	"The only relative their age that wouldn't be affected by their
'charm' is someone like David," Esmeralda said looking at me.
	Rachel, Mandy and Brittany nodded at her. The other women shrugged
in agreement.
	"Yeah but I remember David when he was young. How bad would that
son be? God, especially with a full troop of relatives his own age,"
Richard said with a humorous shudder.
	"I'm sure that Rain and Roger would know what's best for them in
that case," Esmeralda said seriously.
	Richard looked around the table for a minute.
	"How did that get you and me here?" he asked.
	"Oh," Julie said dismissively. "After the parents agreed that
their son was better off in a another school Rachel told me about the
dinner tonight. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to meet a Senate
candidate AND the wonderful father of my favorite student."
	Her tone of voice changed midstream from dismissive to seductively
invitational. The women as a group created a space of privacy for Julie
and Richard. They turned away from them and created small pockets of
conversation that did not include the pair.
	Julie and I were the last ones to leave.
	Richard had an early morning appointment but would be meeting us
for lunch at the mansion to see how a sleepover for Emily would work. I
knew he was uncomfortable with my sexual relationships with the women
living in the adult wing of the mansion. Reporters bombarded the women
when my third daughter Cindy was born. The fact that Mandy was Cindy's
mother was bandied about in the press at the request of our business
competitors. Rachel had taken care of the problem by having an open
luncheon with reporters representing the major publications and gossip
shows.
	My favorite quote that came out of that meeting was "My marriage
is one of convenience. I find it convenient to be worth billions of
dollars as I am sure my children will. I always wanted a large family and
my husband is a excellent provider. Not to mention that keeping
gold-diggers out of David's life is an extremely difficult proposition
made significantly easier with more than one woman with a child's
inheritance to protect. It's impossible for a woman get into my husband's
bed without one of us knowing about it."
	The luncheon turned unfortunate when one of the more bought
members of the press used the word bastard as a description for Cindy. The
entire room knew instantly that the man had made a mortal enemy. It
precluded any more questions. Rachel spent the next six months hounding
the reporter and his buyers with full page ads in major newspapers with
pictures causing four divorces. The companion four employment terminations
were because she got bored with the directed attack and took out the
proverbial shotgun. The lawsuits were not a pleasant thing to deal with
but having Rachel's picture proof that she had not slandered helped. Our
lawyers were ecstatic that Rachel kept the juiciest pieces out of the
press so she could see her enemies' expressions up close when she bent
them over the barrel. I guess in that sense Rachel missed her calling; she
would have made a great lawyer. Sexually it was the best time of my life
with Rachel since our July and August. It ended too soon and I had been
looking for a way to get it back ever since.
	"So are you still having problems with Rain and Rachel?" Julie
asked me after I signed for the check. She had moved so that she sat by
me.
	I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her. She was playing with
the pearl charm she requested from me.
	"What do you think?" she asked nodding towards the seat Richard
had used. I looked in its direction and thought about it.
	"I think you're half in love with him already," I said.
	She nodded.
	"You love Emily," I said and was silent for a moment. "I think
that if he keeps his nose clean he will be President in as little as
fifteen years."
	She nodded again.
	"We could help keep his nose clean," she said thoughtfully.
	"The Sisterhood could," I said carefully. The Sisterhood and I
were in a wary phase of our relationship. Their agenda had expanded to a
political base as we poured money into their coffers. I did not agree with
all of the people they chose to support. I had nothing against their
agenda but disliked people who grabbed for power behind political
rhetoric. I was also against getting into bed with your natural enemies
for political expediency. Feminists and staunch conservatives were about
nine hundred years from being viable political allies in my opinion. They
supported political candidates, male and female, who did both of those
things. Brittany and Mandy tried to keep us apart for a while. My
relationship with the Sisterhood turned more and more conflictual but I
had a feeling they were about to see the light. My biggest problem was
their unwillingness to put a Sister into the candidate pool. Rachel shoved
the point that marrying worthwhile candidates would not leave the
Sisterhood exposed to as much scrutiny down Brittany and Mandy's throat.
The Sisterhood had considered that option for years but shied away.
Richard's political potential and marital status made the moderate Sisters
support marrying national political power for the first time. I had to be
careful of the input I gave them during that phase of their growth as an
organization. I admitted in a meeting of their governing council that some
of the political candidates they had chosen to support were antithetical
to the relationship that S&C Holdings had with the government. I did not
threaten cutting off my support but Marie made it clear that their present
stance was threatening the financial future of her children. Brittany and
Mandy stood shoulder to shoulder expanding the position even further by
stating they were a couple candidates away from asking me to cut off all
financial support. The Bigs backed them with a statement that the
Sisterhood's innate conservative nature was inconsistent with their
political choices. Every Big was married to a Sister or like in my case to
an honorary Sister so the council understood that a number of their
membership had come to think like Brittany, Mandy and Marie. It was a long
meeting that saw a couple of instances where council members were scathing
with each other. The oldest council member decided the issue when she
stated a decision had to be made so that she could tell her granddaughter
whether or not to accept her bid. It brought the meeting to a standstill
and she was asked which way she was leaning. She had been the strongest
supporter of their political choices to date.
	"Boy," she said to me. I wondered if every Sister near Mandy's
aunt's age would call me that. "Will your financial support end if we
continue on this path?"
	I looked over to the other Bigs present. They nodded in solidarity
with my leadership. I sighed not having intended to be the mouthpiece. I
looked over at the women on my side. All three of them had smiles of
successful manipulation. It took more of them to do it since I graduated
college but the Sisters in my sphere saved it for important things like
this obviously was to them.
	I stood up from my seat and moved to the front of the table. I
leaned back against it and looked at the ceiling thinking about it. It
could make my home life unpleasant but that would pass.
	I looked at them with the curtains pushed aside. It was necessary
to let them see the consequences of maneuvering even indirectly against my
pack.
	"Ten politicians you support have banded together with our
competitors to attempt to break the S&C monopoly on government computing
contracts," I said.
	The women behind me gasped; the council sat back. They were aware
of how I had handled these type of challenges in the past.
	"I have billions at my disposal and will not fathom monetarily
motivated political challenges. Politician careers are so fragile I'm
surprised that people can still be bought to make these attempts. I'm sure
that after I break two of their political careers the rest will fold. The
third career I smash will make it prohibitively expensive for someone else
to be bought in the future. I've had enough of these challenges and this
time I'm going to make examples."
	I was constantly amazed that politicians living in glass houses
were the ones most likely to throw stones.
	The room was deadly quiet. They were afraid to focus my attention
on any specific person.
	"I'm not making a threat. We are allies by choice but your choices
are putting unnecessary pressure on my company," I said in a toneless
voice.
	The room maintained its silence while people thought about the
intelligence of confronting me even in their territory.
	"Is there a compromise, you would be willing to accept?" she asked
me. I smiled wondering if the battleaxe had a behind the scenes meeting
with this woman.
	"Politicians are like hookers the better their quality of john the
less tricks they have to pull," I said. The Bigs laughed but the women did
not find it as amusing.
	"It's also not a good idea to confuse a politician by having
different money people saying different things," I said.
	Everyone nodded at that.
	"As a racial minority I prefer a certain liberal lean to my
politicians but as a businessman the present legal situation benefits me
since I helped make it the status quo."
	The old Sister nodded.
	I pulled a folder out of my briefcase and walked it over to the
council desk.
	"I think that considering our liberal leanings but conservative
natures a certain type of moderate would best suit our needs."
	The folder was a dossier of Richard's life, political career, and
potential. On the surface, he looked like a vanilla moderate but a closer
look showed he was moderate only because he was balanced in left and right
leanings.
	"Do you think they will agree to him?" Julie asked me pulling me
out of the past. She was not a member of their council and had not been
told their intent other than she was to see if he was good husband
material for her.
	"They concur with my opinion of Richard's political potential," I
told her.
	"Can we keep him squeaky clean even in this media atmosphere?" she
asked.
	"What do you think his real opinion of my situation with the women
is?" I asked her.
	She smiled sex at me.
	"Politically he has to find it distasteful but he's very quick to
say that women are more practical about certain things when money is
involved. He likes to throw the sixty billion dollars NET that the
government has paid S&C Holdings into people's faces. The government has
gotten every penny's worth of value from those contracts, especially
considering how much more money S&C could have made going commercial
instead. He then waxes poetic about the addition of the British and
Japanese government, not to mention the other S&C divisions. He finishes
the whole thing by saying that starting with your marriage of Rachel his
figures add up to eighty billion dollars you've added to S&C's value.
There are more children but there's also a MUCH bigger pie and none of
those children lack for proper parenting. Let's not forget those new
top-secret military contracts S&C recently won."
	"And personally?" I asked her.
	"I pinged him a little tonight and I have a feeling he's a little
envious," she said with a seductive lilt to her voice.
	"Are you going to start something with him?" I asked.
	"I've already picked out the wedding dress," she told me. I raised
an eyebrow at her.
	"Rain brings Emily by my office every morning before classes. They
also stop by after school for fifteen minutes. Emily seems to be thinking
along the same lines as I am," she told me.
	"That you would make a good mommy," I said thoughtfully. We were
quiet for a couple of minutes involved in our separate thoughts.
	"Are we going to keep him on a short leash?" she said with a
little worry in her voice.
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"We're buying him," she said. "I'm a little worried about how
he'll react to it."
	"Buying people is reverse blackmail, Julie," I said. "Either way,
the price gets higher each time you go to the well."
	"So how are we going to get what we want from him; he is after all
a politician," she said with a laugh in her smile.
	"He has all the right tendencies and beliefs," I said. "The key is
to free him from the shackles that financial dependencies put on someone."
	"He can then follow his heart which ninety percent of the time
will be what we want him to do anyway," she concluded confidently.
	"Especially with a supportive, understanding wife," I said.
	"I'm not going to go over well publicly," she said. "It's not like
I'm a scion of old money or bring any political influence. The sorority
will also want me to stay in the background."
	"I've convinced your council that it would be better to handle
that my way," I told her.
	"Which way is that?" she asked curiously.
	"Put a conspiracy tilt on it and then place it all on him." I said
with a small smile.
	"What?" she asked.
	"Get a couple of sisters to become rumormongers," I said taking a
sip from my glass. "You and I were romantically involved in college.
Marie, the highest non-family executive at S&C Holdings, was your sorority
big sister. You were one of Marisa's sorority bigs. Mandy suggested you to
her sister when Sarah bought both Regent's schools. I introduced you to
Richard. Emily is my daughter's best friend and will be staying in our
house when you and your husband are in Washington so that she can continue
to attend the same school. Even that Sarah is planning to give you a
promotion to take her administrative role with the Regent's schools while
she concentrates on being a mother."
	"The Sisterhood will not like that much of a focus on them," she
said seriously.
	"We're hiding it in plain sight," I told her. "If not for the
fantastic networking why else would you pay those prohibitive dues."
	She laughed at that.
	"You're going to make him look like he seduced me for my
connections," she said.
	"S&C will be such a big spot on your horizon that most people
won't notice you're also connected to his other financial supporters."
	"You've thought everything through," she said seriously.
	I nodded before speaking, "I wanted to make sure the first attempt
by the Sisterhood to marry real national political power was as successful
as they have been wedding money."
	She nodded.
	"I'd like to do things differently than Samantha, Elizabeth and
Helen," she said.
	I looked at her with curiosity.
	"I'd like to spend the night before the wedding with you instead
of the way they did it," she told me.
	I nodded.
	"During the reception, I still want you to take my ass but I want
Tawny to hold the dress after you give her your charm."
	"Tawny hasn't talked to me in a while," I pointed out.
	"Tawny knows what the right thing to do is. She won't refuse it
and I have someone in mind for her, plus I wouldn't trust Brutus and
Roger's introduction to Tawny's favorite sexual practices of leather and
domination/submission to anyone else."
	I shook my head humorously remembering Tawny's peel away
dominatrix outfit.
	"But I am horny now," she said with a sexy smile.
	I laughed.
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	Rachel was waiting for me when I got home. She was wearing a black
silk robe. It was open at the top so I could see the black lace
underneath. She stood up and moved towards me using purposeful strides.
She took my hand and drew me towards my bedroom.
	She turned me around and pushed me onto the bed. She untied the
robe and let it slip to the floor. Maybe it was that I had wanted her
since I was twelve or the workouts or genetics but Rachel was still my wet
dream.
	"I don't want you to ever touch Rain," she said putting her hands
on her hips. My eyes touched the curve of her hip. She was wearing a black
lace bra, matching garter belt, and stockings but no panties. She had
shaved all of her pubic hair off for the occasion. It was something she
had never done with me and I got painfully hard at the sight. I realized
she was trying to negotiate with me about Rain and looked at her.
	"I know how your family is David, but I can't..." she said. "Not
with Rain, please."
	It was not a plea or a demand but a statement of her goal in our
negotiations. I sat up on the bed and looked at the floor.
	She put her hand under my chin and brought my head up so I was
looking into her blue eyes.
	"I'll give you everything for her," she whispered.
	"You haven't given me everything?" I asked.
	"I've only been your wife three times a week," she said. "I
haven't been the woman at the Formal, that made Esmeralda eat her pussy,
or that woman with your mother fucked you dry after the Olympics."
	I nodded.
	"I've been the woman you wanted to marry only when I had excuses,"
she whispered.
	"And now?" I asked taking in her smell. I made sure I never looked
at her perfume bottles so I would never know what she wore that made her
scent fill me.
	"I'll be that woman everyday. You can have me every day. You can
take me everyday!" she whispered in my ear and her breath was excitement.
	"No more two days and a threesome. No more being forceful with
others only when my family is attacked. Not me and your mother or you and
your mother. It will be the three of us whenever you want us. It'll be
anything you want except Rain."
	She moved down to my neck and bit me. The sting of her teeth
cleared the fog of desire long enough for me to make a clear decision.
	I pulled her head by her hair.
	"No Rain," I told her. She nodded her head while tears stained her
cheeks and we sealed our bargain with a kiss.
	She took her weight off me and helped me take my clothes off. I
felt in her excitement that she had let go of something. I did not look at
our relationship most of the time; at the differences between the Rachel
of my fantasy and the one I was married to. I knew my fantasy was closer
to the real Rachel than the one she showed the world most of the time. I
had tasted her sexual pleasure at the tip of crop. She and my mother had
nearly killed me with their combined passions. She would never be what she
could have been if Rain lived, but she could be more than what she given
me so far.
	She took me into her mouth while her eyes looked at me. They
burned not with lust but with the fire of consummation. Her eyes marked me
as hers while her mouth made sure I could handle what was coming.
	She crawled up my body. Her nails dug into me wherever she placed
them until she was straddling my lap. I could feel her claws cutting into
flesh and drawing the blood her pride demanded as a price for bending her
to my will finally. It was a price I was willing to pay to feel her sink
herself on me and bloom in orgasm.
	She kept moving downward to take all of me even through the
pleasure of her being joined to me. She sat down on the last couple of
inches hard and gasped her release. Her nails dug in deeper but I could
not find it in me to care. I felt the change in her as she moved her hips
to demand more.
	Rachel never lay there and took it when I fucked her but now it
felt like every cell in her body was demanding I make her mine with
pleasure. I pushed my hips up to dig myself deeper into her and make the
contact with her clit more pronounced. She touched me with the smile of a
succubus meeting her equal in a mortal man.
	She came again and her pussy loved me with its walls. She dug her
nails even deeper into me; I set the tiger free and would bear the scars
to prove it.
	"What the fuck did you do to Rachel?" Brittany asked me Saturday
night. Mandy and my mother were hot on her heels.
	"What's the problem?" I asked sitting back.
	"You know there isn't a problem," my mother said. "We just want to
know why Rachel is acting that way."
	"I think the right phrase is 'no longer acting that way'" Mandy
clarified for the three of them.
	"I made Rachel a deal," I said.
	"What deal?" my mother asked.
	"I don't touch Rain, and I get Rachel whenever, wherever,
however."
	"She chose between..." Mandy started but was interrupted by my
mother.
	"Mandy, you're wrong," my mother said.
	"What?" Mandy said not a little angry to have her psychological
explanation stopped.
	"You don't understand."
	"What?" Mandy asked.
	"If David slept with Rain, Rachel would have to make love to her
daughter."
	Brittany and Mandy looked at my mother with expressions that said
they had not considered that.
	"That could only end in one of two ways. Not as good as with her
twin and Rain is really gone. Not a part of something out there that
touches Rachel every now and then. NOT reborn as her daughter."
	I looked at the wall.
	"Or like it was with Rain and replacing her twin would be a
betrayal of their love."
	"But that doesn't make any sense," Mandy said.
	"When you lose yourself tell me it has to make sense," my mother
said.
	Mandy's mouth snapped shut at that.
	"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a lover to be ravished by," my
mother said dramatically and spun on her heels to make a quick exit.
	Brittany and Mandy looked at me.
	"Do you remember Rachel and the crop, Brittany?" I asked.
	Brittany nodded.
	"Don't you think my mother is going to need some help?" I said
with a dirty smile.
	Brittany's eyes lit up and she hurried out of the room. Rachel on
a tear was lot of fun to be in the same room naked with.
	Mandy sat down laughing. I studied her; she wanted to ask me
something so I decided to beat her to the punch.
	"Do you want the same for Mandy and Cindy?" I asked her. She
snapped her head towards me anger flashing in her eyes. She took a deep
breath and prevented herself from speaking while she studied me in return.
	"Esmeralda told me her daughters have certain rights by blood,"
she said crossing her legs and putting her hands on her knee. "She says
every wolf girl should be with the first man she loves. She also needs to
know she has earned the protection of her pack leader. They carry that
feeling of protection with them and are never afraid to come home. You
embody both of those things for my daughters, I would never cheat them of
either."
	I moved my eyes to the wall again. I wrapped my mind around what
she had not only given me permission to do but said she expected.
	"Rain won't have that," I said.
	"Rain takes after her mother," Mandy said. "She'll always choose
to be a part of the pack as your family names the family structure but if
we weren't here she would do just fine on her own."
	I smiled at that trying to imagine Rain in college. She would
probably convince the sorority chapter president to step aside so that
Rain could take over, and everyone would just have to ignore that she was
only a pledge.
	"I have something to ask you," Mandy said. I turned my face to
look at her.
	"I want you to visit the clinic," she said. She did not have to
tell me which clinic.
	"I want to have a boy this time," she said almost to herself. I
nodded and she smiled at me warmly.
	"It has barely been a year since Cindy," I said to her. Her eyes
hardened at my statement and then softened as she smiled warmly at me.
	"I'll wait six more months if you want but I want a son," she said
standing up and stretched out her hand to me. The smile turned from warm
to sexy.
	"Let's skip the foreplay tonight," she said. "Mentioning Rachel
and a crop just did things to me."
						-----
	I lay between Mandy and Rachel thinking about Mandy Jr. Rachel was
insistent that part of our bargain meant she had to sleep in my bed every
night. I did not remember that part of the conversation but I gave her the
benefit of the doubt.
	Mandy Jr. was undoubtedly a 'daddy's little girl'. I thought the
age difference between her and the older kids would affect her negatively
since the other three were so close. They never left Mandy Jr. out of
their games if she wanted to play but she only seemed to want that if I
was not home. Otherwise, she was content to play by herself if I was in
the same room; her mothers thought it was cute. Keeping track of the other
three was not easy on the staff, and they enjoyed knowing exactly where
Mandy Jr. would be while I was home.
	Mandy Jr. 'needed' to be put to bed by her father at least three
times a week. We knew it was on purpose because it was exactly three times
every week but she kept the nights random so no one ever knew when it
would be necessary. I had not been affected by Rain seeing me having sex
because Mandy Jr. had seen it on numerous occasions. The first time I had
been with her mother and turned to see Mandy Jr's curious blue eyes
looking between the two of us had been the only time it shocked me. The
same had happened with Rachel and Brittany. By now, it barely seemed
strange to stop a sexual episode, wrap a towel around myself and carry
Mandy Jr. back to her bed. She never asked questions about what we had
been doing, just handed me her book so I could read her to sleep. I
suggested locking my door to prevent it but the mothers had been united in
saying that was not necessary. Later, I thought that was even stranger
considering Rachel's reaction to Rain catching us. I thought when the boys
came of age that the locking doors policy would probably change. On the
other hand, they probably did have more than a few women who could not
wait until they were old enough to enjoy sex.
	I tried to think about how it would be when Mandy Jr. got older.
Her acceptance of her parents' sex life was so natural that I had no doubt
when she got to the right age she would try her hand at seducing daddy. I
went through several scenarios in my head running the gauntlet from sexy
to humorous.
	I could not have imagined what really happened though.
	Even though Mandy said she expected it, the mothers still sat on
Mandy Jr. to prevent it from happening too soon. Mandy Jr. was sixteen
before she systematically removed her mothers from the path to becoming my
lover. She did it by seducing each of them in turn. She would have only
had to get Rachel but later she said that would have been playing
favorites. After having slept with Mandy Jr., the women shrugged off any
further attempts to stop her from getting to me.
	There was no one in the house that night which was strange since
it was Mandy Jr's sixteenth birthday. The older children were in college
but they should have visited for the occasion. I had not been told we were
meeting anywhere else so I was surprised that Mandy Jr's younger siblings
were not running around the mansion with their cousins. Birthday
celebrations were not quiet affairs at the mansion. The staff was also
missing which really surprised me. I walked through the house looking but
no one was home. Finally, I opened Mandy Jr's door to see if she had been
left behind to take me to the party.
	She was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I leaned against the
door frame and stared at the picture she had painted. I remembered a night
a very long time ago that someone else had used seduction as her colors.
	"Your grandmother bought you that," I said to my daughter.
	She smiled at me and leaned back to make it a moving picture. She
had developed her mother's breasts and the red bow tied between them was
valiantly trying to hold the cloth over them. Her nipples were hard as
rocks and her breathing got harder the moment my voice reached her. It was
almost the same red teddy my mother had worn years ago; see-through with
only the bow tying the two sides together. It was split down the front of
her tummy and barely went down to her hips. She was not wearing panties
and her pubic hair had been carefully trimmed. Her legs were thick from
playing soccer. Like her mother she had discovered weight training and it
added to the thickness she inherited from both her parents.
	I looked into her eyes and there was pride there that I found her
an attractive woman. There should not have been any doubt in her mind. She
was the picture of her mother at sixteen except with blue eyes. She was my
daughter; it was a form of incest that was more unnatural to society than
my mother and I because of the greater possibility for abuse. For my
family though, it was the more natural act.
	She moved from the bed and every move was an imitation of Rachel.
She prowled towards me knowing I had accepted her desire, which
strengthened it. She took my hand and pulled me towards the bed. She let
me go but walked backwards slowly as she undid my shirt.
	It was not unfamiliar since we had been heading towards a bed for
the last year. She insisted only she and I do the work of redecorating her
room from child/girl to young woman. She signaled her intent as she packed
away her toys and let me buy feminine touches to surround her sleep in.
Her dress had changed subtlety so the colors and outfits were the things
her mothers wore to please me. She told me with actions that this was what
she wanted so we were not unfamiliar to each other.
	She stood by the bed and undid my pants looking into my eyes. She
had her mother's hair and it felt exactly like hers when I put my fingers
in it. She stopped moving her hands on me when I lifted her face for her
first kiss. She had no interest in boys at school or anywhere else. Rain
had never needed to date, and most of the inner circle's children led
private social lives so Mandy's disinterest in boys seemed normal to
everyone at school.
	She tasted like her mother with pinches of nervousness and
inexperience. I almost took over our dance when her lips quivered against
mine. The stronger second kiss added to her will; she pushed my underwear
and pants down to expose me. Her grip on me as our tongues touched pushed
back my desire to lead. Her part of the seduction was not done and she
would be a better lover if she handed the reins of control to me when she
was ready.
	She kissed her way down my body but it was only so that she could
take the lower portion of my clothing off. She stood back up and pushed
her lips towards me. I understood her need to be kissed. She had missed
out on a lot in saving herself for me and I wanted her to know it had been
worth it. I put my arms around her and palmed her asscheeks. I pulled her
closer to me so that my dick rode up her tummy. I kissed her slow; I had
her kissed with experience but now I wanted to draw out all her fears and
drown them in everything she wanted. She let me have her nervousness and
we calmed it together. She brought out the natural fears of a girl who
wants to be a woman and in the light she knew her acceptance of the
consequences had made her one. She gave me the self-consciousness that
comes with being naked in front of man she desired and I kissed it away
with my need to be inside her.
	She broke the kisses and looked at me. She smiled and kissed a
trail of touches down my chest and stomach. She knelt at my feet and
looked up at me. She took my hard dick in her hand and smiled. She took
her eyes from mine and looked at what she held in her hand. She examined
me closely pushing me to each side, then down, then up so that she could
also inspect my sack. Done with her visual examination, she stretched out
her tongue and the sight of it caused a clear drop of liquid to come out
of me. Surprised she put her tongue back in her mouth and examined it. She
looked at me with a question but decided to get her own answer. Her tongue
came out again; it dipped to take the drop from me and into her mouth.
There was just enough to taste, and her eyes met mine while she savored my
first tribute to her womanhood.
	Maybe it was nature, genetics or my mother's help in the planning
but I was hers when she smiled, took a tight grip at the base of my dick
and squeezed upwards. More pre-cum drops came out of me and this time she
took the head of my dick in her mouth. Her tongue touched me and lovingly
painted the pre-cum on me. My legs quivered as I fought a need to push
into her mouth. She let go of my dickhead and looked at the job she had
done lubricating me. She must have been unhappy because she frowned and
pushed my dick to the side. She kissed the side of my dick and licked to
moisten it. She did it to every inch of me and then pushed me to the other
side so she could repeat her performance. She looked up at me, opened her
mouth and took me in. She ran her hands on my thighs as she pushed her
face towards my hips taking more of me. I felt when I reached her limit
and was surprised how much of me she accepted. She looked up at me and
winked. I almost laughed at the thought of my daughter practicing for this
moment. The laugh was stopped when she closed her eyes and hummed in
pleasure at the feel of me finally inside her body. I felt the hum through
my body and my ball sack tightened. I pulled back and she tried to hold me
in with her lips while tempting me to stay with her tongue. I took her
hair in my hands again and pushed into her. I reached her limit but her
hands moved to my ass. She gripped me tightly to steady herself and pushed
hard against me. It got her an extra inch of me and my dickhead was
squeezed in the protest of her body. I let her rest there longer than
before as the hum became an expression of pleasure for what she felt
instead of the feel of me. I pulled back slowly until I was completely out
of her mouth. She took me in a hand and repeated her licking of every part
of my cock. I tilted her head up and put my dick on her lips. She opened
her mouth and I pushed into her while the whole time our eyes locked. My
legs quivered again and her eyes widened in expectation.
	I pulled out of her and put my hands under her arms to pull her
up.
	"No, Daddy, please!" she protested but my lips silenced her. It
was a command and she gave the seduction over to me as her lips submitted
to my strength. It was what had kept her safe all her life, what gave her
all the privilege she had. Her submission somewhere in her mind was my
due.
	I pushed her back so that she lay down on the bed. I knew what she
deserved so I lay almost on top of her and continued kissing her. I had
one hand free so I traveled down her body. I undid the bow between her
breasts but did not push the cloth off her nipples; instead I played in
the valley before trailing my fingers down her stomach. She had shallow
abdomen muscle lines from her athletic endeavors. She was hoping to play
soccer in college. I traveled the path of every line until I was at her
hips. She pushed her groin up and put a hand in my hair. She was asking me
to touch her and her knees coming up spread said she was ready for the
first touch of a man on her pussy. I moved my hand so I touched her pubic
hair. It felt silky and I awakened the base of each strand by playing my
fingers up and down the stripe her shaving had left behind. Some of the
nervousness came back and she turned her upper body towards me. She drove
her tongue into my mouth trying to hide behind the sensation of our
tongues rubbing together. I moved my hands downwards and lightly touched
her pussylips. The sensation drove the nervousness back and she spread her
legs more. I pushed a finger into her to split her pussylips; moisture met
my invasion. I used it like she had my pre-cum. I spread her readiness for
me on her pussylips to moisten them. She broke a kiss to groan as I moved
my finger up and down between her lips.
	"Daddy!" she exclaimed when I penetrated my finger into her body
and pushed against her walls in a small circle. She lay back with her
hands over her head and tried to hide her attempt to drive my fingers into
her with a stretch. I prevented her, wanting the first true invasion of
her body to be with my cock. I pulled away from her and she groaned
disappointment, which turned to excitement when I moved my finger up to
her clit. She pushed her hips at my hand and moved her lips to mine for
more kissing as I began to play with the outer center of her pleasure.
	She tried to open her legs even farther apart as if it would help
to increase the pleasure she was feeling. I lengthened her climb by
occasionally stopping the pressure on her clit to run my finger down her
lower lips. She pushed her hips up to me and turned to kiss me.
	"Daddy, please!" she begged me when I lengthened her climb too
close to the top of what she wanted. I gave her what she craved and put
two fingers on her clit. I rubbed her hard and fast. She screamed at the
added sensation, which was not the culmination she had been expecting. She
put her hands on the inside of her knees and held herself open as I pushed
her hard to the orgasm. She screamed and let go of her legs. She squeezed
them together trying to get me to stop touching her as the first orgasm a
man caused in her overcame her body and mind. I pushed my leg between hers
and continued rubbing until she had a second orgasm in reaction to being
touched the entire time that her body enjoyed the first.
	She pushed against me in an attempt to take control back but I
moved on top of her pinning her to the bed. The motion excited her and she
rubbed her tummy against my dick making it ache in hardness. Her back and
forth motion as I touched her with my hand had lost the teddy's grip on
her nipples. They were hard and her body sent Mandy Jr. the message that
rubbing them on me felt good. She was confused by the conflicting needs of
her pussy demanding more attention, her mind knowing rubbing my cock would
get her exactly what she wanted, and the new pleasure of rubbing her
nipples against my skin. The confusion added up to her wriggling
underneath me so I added my lips on hers to the feelings swamping her. She
moved against me even harder and I decided continuing down the path was
orgasmic suicide. I moved between her legs completely and she climbed her
knees up my body instinctively trying to get the right alignment. I moved
downwards with a different plan and she groaned a protest. I did not care;
sixteen-year old versions of Mandy's breasts were waiting for me. She
stopped all her noise when I took her left nipple in my mouth. The only
thing that would have made better was if I had been draining her breast of
milk instead of filling it with sensation. She pushed her breast against
me trying to fit more of it in my mouth; instead of that I added pressure
to my suction. She grunted when I unlatched myself from it to give the
same treatment to the other breast. I settled in as she rubbed herself
against my stomach. I never felt like I had enough time with perfect D cup
breasts but this time I was going to enjoy the perfection that my daughter
had been born in the image of.
	She was too inexperienced for the licking, nibbling, sucking of
her breasts to take her to another orgasm. She had to be freed of her
expectations of what pleasure was to do that. It served to spiral her
upwards in what she must have thought was a climb that would remain
unstalled by an explosion of pleasure. She was wrong but the lack of air
as she could not take in enough because she was being forced out of her
body in an attempt to reach something beyond her age was distraction
enough. I moved quickly down her body spreading her legs with my hands. I
attached my mouth to her exposed clit. She screamed loud and long as I cut
the power of her climb. She hung for an instant familiar with what was
coming but not having it done by a man; the man she had chosen for this.
	It was an explosion that a mature woman would have had to work to
achieve. Her emotions, her body, her expectations shattered as I took her
clit in my mouth and sucked it while licking it hard with my tongue. She
screamed again when I cut the heart of the orgasm in half by sucking
harder on her being.
	I wanted to mark her as mine, not my daughter or my lover but mine
completely body, mind, soul and by her own word.
	"DADDY!" she screamed as I refused to let go of her pussy and
continued using her clit to drive her through a third orgasm.
	It was selfish of me but all I wanted at the moment was for her to
believe no other man could ever do anything even remotely close to what I
was doing.
	She pulled on my hair and I knew it was time. I licked a long path
up the center of her body until she welcomed me into her mouth. She licked
the taste of herself from me. I let her as the feel of my dick bumping and
finding the wet entrance to her body overtook me.
	The hardest thing I ever did was not thrust carelessly into my
virgin daughter's body.
	She made it harder by pleading with the movement of her body for
me to finish what she had started. Her movement was enough to wedge me
just inside her pussylips. She was young and tight so without my help she
could not accomplish enough.
	"Please Daddy!" she whispered in the same voice I had heard a
hundred times when all she wanted was a toy or for me to read another page
of her story.
	This was a different tale; she had written it with the help of the
women in her life. Its first words had been 'I turned while fucking her
mother to see Mandy Jr's blue eyes.'
	I pushed into her slowly until surprisingly I felt her resistance.
She played sports actively and was sexually curious. I had expected her
blockage would have been pushed aside by a hair brush as she readied for
her first night. She looked at me with her blue eyes and held my face. She
wanted me to see her accept the pain I was about to cause her. She wanted
to open herself to me as I opened her body for the first time.
	I pulled back and thrust into her meaning for nothing to stop me
from taking full possession of everything she wanted to give me. Her eyes
teared but did not close as her juices mingled with her blood along my
length. It was not enough for either of us. I grabbed underneath her knees
and pushed them alongside her breasts. She was vulnerable to me in that
position. I pulled back the inches necessary and made my daughter mine.
	She squeezed me in reaction to the discomfort and more tears
filled her eyes. I could not look into them as I had been the cause of her
pain, no matter how much she had wanted it. I lay down on top of her
holding her legs down with my arms and burying my face in her neck.
	"I love you, Daddy," she whispered to me.
	Those words were years away though and lying between Mandy and
Rachel I never imagined that it would be like that. I never imagined how
Mandy Jr. would pull me into the shower and show me that wet was still my
favorite color. I did not see that Rachel would be waiting for us when we
came out ready for more action. My wife was what we both needed to slow it
down, to make the pleasure even more. I could not have seen that as I lay
on my daughter's back with my dick deep in her ass Rachel would put the
pearl charm around her that promised Mandy Jr. would be mine like that
forever.
	Lying between Mandy and Rachel, the only thing I got right was how
hard my dick would be when it happened. It would be as hard as it was when
Rachel reached over and stroked it with her fingers.
	I turned to look at her.
	"You've taken my ass every night to make sure I was following our
bargain," she whispered. I nodded having enjoyed making her mine
completely every night since our bargain was struck.
	"How long is that gonna last?" she asked moving to kiss me. As
always, I felt drowned by her presence.
	"Make believe I'm twelve years old and able to take the woman of
my dreams," I said moving to get on top of her as she lay on her stomach.
"How long do you think it would be before I wouldn't have you every
night?"
	She laughed gently as she felt me pushing against her pussy. It
was a good place to get my lubrication and to remind her that for all the
pleasure my women gave her, I was still the cock in her life. It was
gentle though, so much so that Mandy did not wake up as I made Rachel mine
like I never stopped wanting to since I was twelve.
	I was not surprised to find four-year old Mandy Jr. watching us
when we were done. She had woken up in the middle of the night and wanted
me to read her back to sleep.
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	I liked Helen's donjon. Rachel helped her design it so it would be
classy but Helen had learned her lessons from the old school. She had the
same ideas except for the guys she needed a 'strong' male instructor. She
chose a young Russian immigrant with a streak of wildness in his eyes;
along with a smile to make most young girls wet and the old women smile to
be young for an hour or two. Between them, they taught the classes and she
had sold him a share of the gym the year before. He liked me well enough,
understanding that I had funded the building of Helen's school. He also
respected that I never stopped taking lessons in TKD or in Brazilian
jujitsu. I had given both my old instructors the funding to open schools
and split my training time between them. They were successful but having
the ability to get advice from my people helped them a great deal. Helen
was in a better situation since her marriage to our hotshot lawyer. He had
been a good choice keeping her stable while she brought excitement to his
world.
	The Russian instructor was surprised to see me on a Monday
especially early. I mostly attended his advanced classes, which included a
great deal of sparring. He and I talked while the children's advanced
class petered in. He was preparing for nationals and wanted me to help him
by coming to some special classes he scheduled. They would interfere with
my other martial arts training but I agreed; having an Olympian would
improve the standing of Helen's school. He told me Helen would be back for
the adult's class but she said I should help instruct the children to see
what she had been talking about. I went to the dressing area to change
having brought my equipment expecting something like that would happen.
	I did my warm-up downstairs instead of with the children. I moved
upstairs when I heard the first set of kicking exercises. I was a strange
enough presence for the mothers that they looked towards me as I walked
onto the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the series of back and
forth whispers as those whose husbands worked for Smith & Callas Holdings
gave my life story to those who wanted to know. A few of the women smiled
at me and I returned it. The school was popular with S&C employees because
of my membership and support of it. People were smart enough not to use it
as a vehicle to get closer to me. I smiled at the concentration on the
James sisters' faces; this was their place of peace even if it was a
violent one. Their sibling rivalry was put down for class. It made things
interesting when I had them naked but their rivalry was good for me
physically. Most of the other kids were S&C kids so it was easy to pick
out the one Helen wanted me to see.
	The first thing I noticed was his focus. It matched the
concentration of Esmeralda's daughters but where they were fighting off
the Mongol Horde, he was inside himself. In motion, his mind shutdown so
that his body could take over without interference. I moved around the
room but my eyes were focused on him. The hair on the back of my neck rose
as if the child were a threat. I understood how Roger had known. I did not
react like this to my family or pack but this was a foreign animal
entering our domain.
	He was only a child: one of us but not of us.
	I noticed his mother get up and start to walk towards me. All the
S&C wives moved to stop her. I saw them whispering to her and I nodded to
their understanding. My family's way of taking in children was well known.
Every child in our family only knew the difference between parents and
every other adult in the pack. Every other pack adult was the same whether
uncle, aunt, or cousin. Roger had taken in Michael, and myself. The
effects of Rain's adoption of Emily into the family fold had already borne
enough fruit for that family that my children were even more popular.
	The mother of the boy watched me warily but was listening intently
to the women surrounding her. Her son meant a lot to her and if I was
willing to open doors she would let me. I was sure that the mention of
Mandy, Brittany and Rachel comforted the fear that my interest was
something sinister. Her focus on me changed to something else, I could not
put my finger on what though.
	I dropped her from my attention as I stared at the boy. He had
dark latte skin but not the Latin tint of Helen's. His eyes were bright
green, which was surprising for his coloring. His features were a jumble
of what his father's must have been softened by his mother heritage.
	I watched him through the class and put on sparring gear to help
with that portion. Up close it was obvious his size confused the issue of
his age. He was my oldest children's age but the carriage of something in
his eyes made him seem older. He had Brutus's calmness but it was a cloth
he draped on. It was in his sparring, he did not hold back knowing that I
had over two decades of experience and size on him. Someone his age and
size would normally back away from the full body contact and push that I
used to break his charges. He put his head down; he threw his anger and
confusion at me in the form of punches and kicks.
	There was something angry in the boy but he would not be the one
to tell me why. He shook my hand politely after class, thanked me for the
sparring and went to stand by his mother. She patted his head and kissed
him while watching me. She whispered to him and he quietly pulled out his
schoolbooks. His mother looked at me again and walked to the dressing
area.
	"The mother interest you?" Helen asked.
	I nodded slowly looking at Helen. She smiled at me.
	"Stay for the classes she takes," she told me and walked to the
office.
	Helen taught the 7 and 8 pm classes on Monday, and Wednesday.
Friday only had a 7 pm class, which Helen taught also. Those classes
consisted of people who were more into the exercise benefits of Tae Kwon
Do than the "I want to beat people up right now" part. A few mostly the
mothers were there because those days were more convenient.
	The S&C wives who took the class after their children's changed
and came over to talk/flirt to me. Other S&C employees smiled at me in
acknowledgement but stayed out of the women's way. I was popular among the
women and wives of the company because of our policies towards family. I
had tried to push most of the credit for things onto Michael and other
executives. It worked publicly but internally everyone seemed to know that
I had strong opinions about certain things. The on-site day care center
had been Rachel's idea but the women of the company put all the credit
squarely on me. The single mothers loved it but the wives had been
ecstatic that I insisted that any S&C child could be dropped off for the
whole or any part of the day. Every stay-at-home wife took advantage of
being able to detox by dropping their kids off to give themselves a couple
of hours of silence. During the summer, the center had to take on
temporary help to deal with the load.
	The wives were also interested in Rachel's acceptance of Brittany
and Mandy in the house. The birth of Cindy, Mandy's second daughter, had
made the continuing relationship between the non-wives and myself pretty
clear. Brittany had stopped being careful in public after that with
Rachel's approval. The idea that three women were living with me and
seemed happy was worthy of investigation to the S&C women. My family
members did not help by being quite liberal with the truth of the
situation.
	I was glad the class started before the flirting intensified as
the women tried to compete with what was waiting for me at home. Most
would not have done anything but being a scratching post without being
able to safely scratch back is not much fun.
	The boy calmly did his homework while his mother took the first
class. He looked occasionally to check on her but for the most part he was
in his own world; his mother was also in her own world. She did things the
way that Esmeralda's daughters did as if she were defending her child from
the Horde. Helen was pushing the class and the woman went with her. I
realized the boy's anger was only a reflection of his mother's. It was
barely under the surface with her and her son had picked it up coloring
his worldview. He was more tolerant of the world around him. I noticed he
was aware of the world but moved before anything in it came into contact
with him. The other kids left him alone as if he had a force field up that
only they saw.
	I was surprised the mother stayed for a second class. Helen made
clear indications that the class would be mostly beating the pads up and
sparring so people had to warm themselves up. It was a good way to start a
week, getting to hit things.
	The pads calmed the woman down some. She liked hitting things and
it was probably the biggest reason she took classes. Helen motioned that
she wanted me to participate in the sparring; even the boy realized the
adults were up to something. He put his books away and watched the action.
	I set up in the line for a lower belt to spar me, and the woman
stood across from me. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled around the
mouthpiece. Her eyes told me she wanted to get to the meat of our issue on
her terms.
	She had her son's green eyes. They were Rachel's hue but green
instead of blue. She was shorter and thinner than any of my women. The
opening in her gi showed enough of her upper chest to expose muscular
development but she was whipcord to Mandy's thickness. She had feminine
padding where it counted but it was all high and tight. Her strawberry
blonde hair was much more strawberry than blonde. I smiled thinking that
she was a hard version of Leanne, the virgin that the sorority had
sacrificed to me. She did not like my smile and threw herself at me full
bore as soon as Helen released us.
	She had the attitude of a fighter. She measured my moves against
her son and judged me as one of those black belts that bought it at Sears.
It took five attacks series for her to realize she made a mistake. She
backed off and studied me. She circled trying to figure out what happened
that she had not touched me.
	She was red belt getting ready to test for black and was at the
dangerous stage where she knew she was good but did not know she did not
have control yet. She tried again but this time carefully. She held back
enough to see why she was not hitting me. She stepped back again and
thought about it some more. I earned the black belt in her eyes but her
ego would not accept that I could be that much better.
	Helen stopped the set but did not ask the woman to switch
partners. She tried again and tried using multiple series of kicks. She
backed off and it was in her eyes that she realized I did not move
straight back like she was used to. I stopped her series by moving at
angles and moving before she set. She knew about attack tells but thought
she had none and yet I was moving in the time between her decision to
attack and the attack itself. She took a deep breath and tried to fake her
way into contact with me. She was stumped by my feints to her fakes and
smiled happily at me for making that a bad idea for her immediately. She
had a thug's mentality and being cute while trying to hit me was not what
she wanted.
	Helen stopped the set again and gave the woman a break by sitting
everyone down except the Russian instructor, the highest female belt, and
me.
	Helen sparred the female; she set me against the Russian. Helen
had seen the woman's problems and gave her the opportunity to watch me
from the outside.
	The Russian rarely had an opportunity to match his skills against
someone that could take his best. In class, we had to hold back so that
lower belts would not get bad thoughts into their heads. He realized there
was something going on and was free to test me. He was good and had the
quickness to save him from bad situations. He was probably Olympics-bound,
as Helen had searched for exactly that in her assistant.
	His problem was his conditioning and experience. His chosen sport
did not have the organization and structure that swimming did. By being
the twins' swim partner, I had been prepared from the beginning by the
right diet, physical training, and events where the skill level of
competitors was consistent. I had not given up the time alone in the pool
and my martial arts training was focused on combat. He did this for a
living but I had more experience and been a far better athlete.
	He was freer with kicks and getting his feet off the ground but I
had him by forty pounds of muscle. I drove him pushing his conditioning by
making him work hard the entire time. He got one kick in solidly but
reacted like he would against someone his own weight. He paid for it with
shots that moved him backwards.
	Helen stopped us and set up the lower belts again. The woman stood
across from me and shrugged. She respected Helen and the instructor but I
had been an unknown. She knew that I was better than anyone she had been
with now. She came at me non-stop for the next ten minutes. She nearly
collapsed when Helen called a stop to the sparring. She bowed to me and it
was not just to my belt color.
	I sat in Helen's office thinking about what I had seen.
	Helen walked in after everyone else had left and stood in front of
me.
	"The boy's name is Randall and the mother's Miranda. Brittany
recommended the school to her," she said pushing her gi pants down. "With
the baby, it's been a while so make it REAL good David."
	We lay next to each other while she told me what she knew about
Randall and Miranda. He had been a young birth when she and her high
school sweetheart had traveled cross country to get married in a state
that allowed a 16 year old girl to do it. The father had died during a
military exercise a couple of years later. She struggled to raise her son
by herself when her parents rejected them even after her husband's death.
She had moved here recently and was working with the temporary agency S&C
used. She was on a six month contract with S&C temping for an
administrative assistant on a lengthy maternity leave. I knew that was
strange since quite a few employees at the agency maneuvered for any
position that would get them noticed at S&C.
	"The temp agency sends the occasional ringer to make sure S&C
doesn't complain that we keep getting the same people. Brittany picked her
out immediately," Helen told me. She had turned over and was cuddling next
to me. She had mats laid out in her office for this type of situation. I
guess she had gotten used to doing it on the mats at the old school.
	"Brittany knows about this?" I asked sitting up. She sat up and
put her hand on my dick to stop me from getting excited.
	"Brittany does not know about Randall's potential but she said
that Miranda looked very much like someone out of your past," she said
calmly.
	I nodded; Miranda could have passed for Leanne's twin. Leanne was
one of the few women in my life I regretted not having had more time with.
	"She said something about completing the Coven set," Helen said,
"What's that about?"
	"A blonde, a redhead, a brunette and raven-haired bitch to keep
them all in line," I said without thinking.
	Helen laughed.
	"Someone is going to keep Rachel in line?" she asked dissolving
into giggles.
	"Well... Rachel usually rides shotgun in this bunch," I admitted.
	"I heard a lot of exciting things about Rachel in the last week,"
she said almost making it a question.
	I shrugged my shoulders.
	"Mandy said you set Rachel straight and that she's going a little
crazy," she said trying to get more information out of me.
	"Why are you asking?"
	"Rachel called and told me after we were done here I was to
present myself for a command performance. She sounded very 'commanding',"
Helen said.
	"I guess you'll be finding out in about a half-hour," I said
getting up to dress for what would probably be a long night for both of
us.
					-----
	Miranda did not make it through her contract. The husband of the
woman she replaced was promoted and the couple decided one S&C paycheck
especially a middle-management one was enough for the mother to pursue her
own interests while being a stay-at-home mom. Miranda was shared between
three lower level managers and they fell over themselves to ensure that HR
made her an offer.
	Brittany was the instigator of Miranda's seduction.
	She invited Miranda to the mansion to celebrate her offer and
Randall's pending transfer to Regent's. Brittany understood that Miranda
was someone I desired.
	No one in the family knew about anything else.
	I had worked with Miranda's group for a couple of months and came
into contact with her occasionally. She grew more relaxed around me and I
was sure that Brittany had been working on her because a couple of times I
got the feeling I was being flirted with. Brittany's social circle at S&C
was the administrative side. She played the 'other woman' role to the
nines and even snuck in a lot of the 'high school sweethearts' tragedy to
boot. The other women knew Brittany was another family tentacle. The
couple of firings that resulted from information that we could have only
gotten from the 'secretarial pool' decided them on the benefits of having
someone that could whisper into the boss's ear late in the night.
	Miranda and Brittany became friends among other things so a dinner
with Brittany's family was not out of line as a minor celebration to
Miranda joining the S&C ranks.
	Randall was looking rebellious in the shirt and tie when I opened
the door. I smiled at his polite hello and surreptitious attempt to loosen
the tie. Rachel rescued him by taking it off and gained another worshiper
in the process. Miranda made a face at her son for his escape but his
smile was returned by one of her own.
	Brittany took over introductions and I waited for first contact.
	The kids came barreling down the steps and Miranda almost jumped
back in surprise. Rain was in the lead followed by Roger, Brutus, Mandy
Jr., Forrest Jr., Rachel Forrest and the James sisters.
	Rain's progress was stopped when she came face to face with
Randall. All the kids froze to watch what was occurring. The mothers also
turned when the roar was silenced.
	Rain stared at Randall.
	The women turned to look at me and I raised an eyebrow at the ones
that slept with me. Miranda watched her child and mine curiously. Her
attention was the same as mine had been in the donjon towards her child.
She walked around us to look at my daughter. She looked at Rachel and
raised an eyebrow. Rachel nodded to confirm that Rain was her body's
child. Miranda had worked in S&C long enough to know the family structure
but needed the confirmation.
	Rain kept staring at Randall who stared back without reaction. I
watched at what would have been Rachel and I if we had been born the same
age. Rain moved around him and he turned in a circle to continue facing
her.
	She reached out her hand and took his. He looked down to watch as
her fingers intertwined with his. Rain's brothers decided that was enough
girly stuff and stepped forward to meet Randall. He looked at the football
Roger was carrying and made some comment the adults could not hear. My
sons smiled at him and waved for him to follow them towards the back of
the mansion.
	Roger and Brutus loved football all of their childhood and it
lasted through their professional playing careers. Roger would end up
being taller than me but carried my thickness through his entire life. He
was also blessed with a giant of an older brother for a center who played
out of his mind and body to protect his 'kid' brother. I thought I was
resolving one problem but created another by giving them a running back to
finish their triumvirate. They never separated even in the pros because
the family money let them pick and choose where they played.
	"They're going to be out there for hours," Miranda announced
turning back to us. Rachel and Brittany nodded sympathetically. Roger and
Brutus were already playing in the children's leagues with coaches
salivating at the talent that was already obvious. The mothers looked at
each other and grinned seeing many, many drives to football games in their
future.
	The James sisters and Forrest Jr. followed the boys out. Forrest
Jr. did not care to play but was as much a football fanatic as the other
boys. I had witnessed several arguments about football where his
encyclopedic mind had been the final arbiter of football statistics.
Rachel Forrest ran ahead of them since Roger was the sun she revolved
around.
	My daughters headed towards the adult.
	Mandy Jr. looked at Rain and let her speak first since she was
older. Mandy Jr. was not a part of the Cult of Rain due to her attentions
being focused on me but was very proper so always let her older sister
have her way.
	Rain looked up at me with her mother's eyes. I smiled and kneeled
to look at her.
	"Is he for me, Daddy?" she asked me seriously. She did not ask as
if Randall were a pet so I took her as seriously as I had Marisa at her
age.
	I smiled reassurance at her. She hugged me around my neck tightly.
I hugged her back glad to have my daughter back. She let go of me and ran
out the back to take her expected position as head cheerleader. Her mother
had already designed an outfit for her brothers' games and had a few
mother's who asked for the design. They were cute on the sideline but
seemed to do more chatting and giggling than actual cheering.
	Mandy Jr. was looking at Miranda.
	Miranda kneeled down to look back at my daughter.
	"Are you going to be a mommy too?" Mandy Jr. asked.
	Miranda gasped and looked at Brittany.
	Mandy Jr. grabbed Miranda's face gently in her hands and turned
her back.
	"Are you?" she insisted.
	"Yes, I think I am," Miranda said to her quietly.
	"Good!" Mandy Jr. exclaimed and kissed her cheek. She turned
around and ran out to join the rest of the children. Miranda stood up and
brushed imaginary dust from her trousers. She turned to look at me and her
chin was held high in challenge. I reminded myself to tell the lawyers she
was going to be trouble when it came to replying to bad press on her new
family. I was sure they and the reporters would be rolling in ecstasy at
the thought.
	I turned towards Miranda but was stopped by Rachel. Mandy and
Brittany each took one of Miranda's hands to lead her up the stairs to the
adult wing.
	"Is he really for Rain?" Rachel asked me.
	"I think they're more for each other than one is for either," I
said looking up the steps. Her hand moved to my groin making the hard-on I
had for what was upstairs even harder.
	"We're going to have to put Rain on the pill as soon as they're
old enough," she said looking to the back of the mansion and playing her
fingers along my length.
	"So are you doing Miranda just to get her boy for Rain?" Rachel
asked me. I turned my face towards her and she met my anger. She kissed me
gently on the lips as an apology.
	"I had to ask for Miranda's sake," she whispered to me. "We
wouldn't want her thinking that she's in your bed for any other reason
than you want to bury this hard cock deep inside her every chance you
get."
	I kissed her hard and almost did not make it upstairs. Mandy Jr.
coming back into the house to ask the staff for water and ice for everyone
outside stopped the action. Rachel went to help her and the maid after
whispering that Miranda and I had a date with her the first night my new
mate moved in.
	I walked to my bedroom and opened the door. Miranda was waiting
for me naked on the bed. I looked around the room but the other women had
made their exits. I walked to the edge of the bed and looked at her.
	She was nervous and covered up her breasts and pubic area. I
looked into her eyes.
	"I haven't been with a man since my husband's death," she said to
me. I smiled at the specific nature of her statement.
	"Would you like Rachel to be first?" I asked sitting on the bed.
Brittany had kept me up to date about her conversations with Miranda. The
positive reaction to the 'vivid' descriptions of our home life was what
closed the deal for us. They had some very steamy kissing and groping
session in the stationary closet and since Miranda knew the rules we knew
she wanted some of what I did. Brittany had insisted that Miranda be
brought into the family sooner rather than later because she would not be
able to hold out much longer. I do not know when I decided she would be a
part of the women in the mansion instead of someone like Helen.
	She took her hands away from what they were hiding. She stretched
luxuriously exposing her champagne glass breasts and giving me a sneak
peek to the pink of her folds. Her pubic hair was lighter than the hair on
her head; more blonde than strawberry. She watched me as she made a cat's
show of the stretch; I was reminded of Tawny's kittenish ways.
	"If you had offered me Brittany, I might have been tempted," she
said getting up on her knees. There was a challenge in her eyes that did
not exist in my other women. Rachel had it but submitted after only a
brief show of force; I was her choice so her submission was my right.
Miranda needed to make the challenge on a regular basis and to be forced
to submit to me. It made her feel more secure that she was mine.
	"Rachel isn't tempting?" I asked her. I stood up and started
taking off my clothes. She took the Russian instructors nationals classes
so we had time together even outside of work. The S&C women kept other
people out of the way as Miranda's attraction grew. I was the source of
much of their entertainment and the internal gossip was burning up the
phone lines about the potential romance. Rachel's public acceptance of
Brittany and then Mandy had in many ways been focused on the financial.
Brittany's pregnancy and the outward appearance of the marriage were good
reasons even if outside the norm. The explosive growth of both companies
after Mandy and Sarah put their future in my hands was also hard to argue
with. Cindy was accepted as the spare heir to ensure that nothing would
interfere with the eventual merger of S&C and Allaire. Miranda brought
nothing of the like to the table and there were betting pools at S&C for
how it would be taken. Having Miranda move into the mansion would remove
any doubt of what was really going on.
	"Rachel is overwhelming more than tempting," Miranda said watching
me undress. "Brittany has been seducing me for a couple of months now. It
would be hard to turn down that payout."
	"Do you want me to call her in here?" I asked her. I was naked and
my need was pointedly demanding she say no. She crawled to the edge of the
bed staring at my dick. It was done with catlike grace and appeal.
	She moved her head down and licked the drop of pre-cum from the
tip of my dick. She looked up at me as my dick reacted to her touch.
	"Later," she whispered while her green eyes devoured me.
	The word was a challenge.
	I knew it and she meant it to be. She wanted me to be worthy of
the decision she wanted desperately to make. She had not led an easy life
after the death of her husband and I was offering her everything. Her son
would have the best education possible and a social life filled with
family. She knew that no one would dare say anything about his mixed
heritage within earshot of anyone that might tell Rachel. The only thing
that ever superceded talk of my love life for the women in the company was
when someone attacked Rachel's cubs. The popcorn and soda were pulled out
for those few times. Rachel thought any child of mine was hers and took
even the slightest insult seriously. I usually kept tabs on her and Ovaldo
to make sure they did not have too much time together whenever I heard of
someone being particularly offensive. The school incident where Rain was
punched had required delicate handling. Everyone thought it was over since
the children had gotten their pound of flesh. I knew better and it caused
a massive temper tantrum when Rachel found out that I had arranged for a
too-good-to-be-true offer to be made to the boy's father that put them all
on a plane to England. It had led to a week of taking my marital rights
from Rachel; I was pretty sure it only lasted so long because she enjoyed
every second of the forceful sex.
	Miranda's son would have privilege; she would have privilege if
she took what was being offered. The women in the office were already
treating her differently, not so much like Brittany but like one of their
own that made good.
	Miranda had a lot of good reasons to be in my bedroom. They were
not why she was there though. She had challenged me time and time again on
the TKD floor. She had learned about me in the sparring. Helen had
insisted I teach a couple of classes and Miranda learned even more. Helen
let her see us kissing and Brittany had reported Miranda's questioning of
it. The next time Miranda had admired Helen's pearl charm from up close.
Miranda learned passion in her marriage bedroom even at a young age and I
was the first time since the death of her husband that her passion had a
male focus.
	She challenged me to be the equal of it.
	I grabbed a fistful of hair and she shook her head to get me to
release my hold. I pulled her up and kissed her hard. She put her hands on
my chest and pushed but could not budge me. Her mouth opened to protest
and swallowed it at the first taste of my tongue. She pushed her body
against me like she had on the sparring floor but like there only met a
solid wall. She pushed hard while her mouth softened under my kiss. I
reached around her and grab her asscheeks tightly. She melted against me
so suddenly it surprised me. I had expected more of a fight but Miranda
had gotten what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around my waist and
pulled at me desperately.
	It had been a long seduction for her, and she wanted all the
results of it right away. I pushed my weight on her and she lay down. Her
legs wrapped around me and she squeezed me tightly.
	"Oh God!" she begged when our lips broke the contact. I pulled my
face away from her and looked into her green eyes. Her mind and body were
one in the decision that this was everything she wanted. Not the privilege
or the benefits of our relationship, but the feel of me on top of her.
	She could not wait any longer and forced her hand between us to
hold my hard cock. She opened her legs even wider and drew me to the first
kiss of dick and pussy. She was wet and it aided the fitting of my tip
between her lips. Her eyes were lost to anything except the feel of our
flesh touching.
	Her submission was as energetic as her challenge.
	She arched her back when my dick touched her wetness. She moved
her hips and tried to force me inside of her. I pulled up and grabbed her
hands. I held them in one hand and put my other arm under her knee. I
pulled my arm up with her trapped knee until I was holding both of her
hands. I trapped her other knee with my free arm. I rolled her up until I
could hold each of her biceps trapped in my grip. She was held open by her
legs on my arms and trapped by my grips on her biceps. Her breathing
became harsh at the feel of my dominating her body.
	"Fuck me!" she demanded rolling her hips up to invite me into her
body.
	I repositioned my hips so that the tip of my dick was kissing her
body's entrance again. She held herself still when she felt the contact.
She did not fight my entrapment but her eyes pleaded with me to join us. I
knew her history and that no man had been in her body since the night
before her husband's death. I moved into her slowly and her body was
willing though it fought my penetration.
	She gasped as my crown passed into her body. I liked the sound of
it and pulled back out again.
	"NO!" she screamed at me and struggled to get me inside of her
again. I held still and stared at her hard. She settled down at the look
but whined and moved her hips seductively.
	"Mine!" I said harshly.
	She nodded understanding and held still.
	I pushed back into her again. She arched her back as soon as my
crown was inside of her burying me an extra inch inside her. I pulled back
and fucked that inch for a couple of strokes. I watched as her eyes glazed
at the feel of me. I pulled out of her again and proceeded to only fuck
her with my crown and the extra inch she had taken. She fought the climb
to orgasm, moving underneath me as the feel of me moving only the couple
of inches at the top of her pussy drove her crazy for more. She did not
beg but instead tried to make me take her completely by squeezing my dick
with her pussy.
	I ignored the added pleasure of her attempts to force me to fuck
deep into her. I continued my fucking of Miranda at the top two inches of
her body. She climbed higher and her need for more became desperate. Her
will broke and she begged me to fuck her. She promised me anything and
everything. I asked for her ass and she swore she would cum at the feel of
me inside her. I told her it was not enough and she nodded her head in
acceptance. I sped up the motion but kept the stroking shallow. Her eyes
thanked me as it pushed her over the top.
	She wriggled beneath me as her body focused her pleasure on the
inches that I had been stroking through. She gasped at the heart of the
orgasm and then screamed when I cut through it by putting all of my weight
on her hips.
	The sexual action to the point had prepared her body but not
enough to open her after years without a hard cock inside of her. I
penetrated hard and her body had no choice but to make way for me. She did
not care about discomfort and pushed her hips up at the first feel of my
will to be deep inside her. Her body gave me all of her depth and more.
	She screamed again but this time it was to release some of the
orgasmic power that overtook her. She fought my hold on her arms and I let
her go. She wrapped her arms around my body and buried her face in my
shoulder. She bit me until the taste of my blood was on her lips. She
moved her body as the orgasm began to dissipate.
	She moved her lips to my ear.
	"Please don't let it stop. Please David!" she whispered. I tried
to give her exactly that and it did not stop until morning.
						------
	Randall took the entire situation in stride. He did not throw a
single tantrum about having to share his mother for the first time in his
life. He made no complaints about moving into the mansion and liked what
Rachel had done to prepare a room for him. The peewee football league was
happy to place him in my boys' team. Brutus and Roger decided that
everyone should know exactly what they thought of the situation the first
game they played together. Randall got tackled on an end run and the other
boy did a celebration dance. He purposefully stepped on Randall's hand as
part of the celebration only to be leveled by Brutus. One of boy's
teammates stepped up and got the same treatment from Roger. The game
disintegrated into a brawl between our three boys and the other team.
Roger and Randall were large for their eight years old, but Brutus was
massive so no other help was needed. The coaches and refs finally got it
separated. Most of the other team and our boys got ejected from the game.
The opposing coaches fought it but the boy's celebratory stepping on
Randall had been obvious.
	Miranda and Brittany were motherly angry at the boys but Rachel
rewarded them with a stop at a fast food place, a rare event since she
insisted everyone eat healthy, and ice cream at home. Miranda directed
some of her anger at Rachel saying that the boys should not be rewarding
for fighting.
	"I'll tell you what, Miranda," Rachel told her in front of the
boys. "You punish them for fighting, and I'll reward them for sticking up
for their brothers."
	Miranda's mouth snapped shut as she turned to the boys. They were
all looking between each other smiling widely. She raised her arms to the
heavens and sighed dramatically. The boys never looked back at their
brotherly relationship after that.
	It took three more months before everyone's adjustments to the new
additions to family were complete.
	Randall was the cause of that final settling.
	We were having a family dinner and I had been warned that the boys
wanted to ask me to allow a campout on the mansion to celebrate winning
their championship.
	"Da..." Randall started with but stopped and closed his mouth
immediately. He had called me David up to that point but he had not said
those two letters with the 'day' pronunciation. It had almost been the dad
sound but as he said it he realized it and fought himself so it came out
as 'dah'. He looked around the room almost panicked by the betrayal of a
father he had never known his mouth had almost caused him to speak.
	"Da," Brutus said without looking at Randall. "We want a campout
for the WHOLE team to celebrate."
	"Yeah, Da," Roger cut in enthusiastically. "It would be awesome!"
	None of my sons ever called me Dad again.
	Miranda broke out into silent tears on her side of the table when
Randall joined the attempt to convince his Da that a campout was a well
deserved reward for bringing home a championship trophy.
	Miranda made my appointments to the fertility clinic the next
morning. She went with me every time to make sure I had no problems
contributing my semen.
	The announcement of her pregnancy sent the gossips, our
competition, and our detractors into paradise. The gossips were the only
ones happy to see that Miranda was even more outspoken than Rachel.
Esmeralda kept a scrapbook of every one of Miranda's outbursts that made
it into the press. She lovingly kept the family's individual favorites on
their own page. She assured me that Miranda was going to give us good
strong sons and daughters.
	"I'd crawl through broken glass on my stomach to suck his dick, so
what's sharing him with my three best friends?" was Brittany's favorite.
	"Don't you get it moron! If he's not fucking me; I'm naked in bed
crawling all over one of his other women," was Rachel's. She made it look
like she did not like that our home life had been made public but
immediately dropped any attempt to hide what was really going on in the
mansion.
	"Hey, goddammit! Pregnant women need loving too!" was Mandy's
favorite but probably because at the time she was also pregnant. The
outburst was caused when Brittany and Rachel were pictured in a heated
embrace and kiss after an afternoon of shopping. Rachel's hands were
caught palming Brittany's ass under her skirt. There were a couple of
pictures in the set all which made it perfectly clear it was foreplay to a
session that would only get more heated in the limo. Miranda had not seen
the pictures until the press conference that Rachel called to discuss
them. No reporter had even asked a question when Miranda yelled that at
Brittany and Rachel when she got her first glimpse at the pictures.
	"I like that, 'David's whore'; it's so much more tasteful than
'cock slave'!" was Esmeralda's pride and joy. Richard's Senate race
opponent decided he had nothing to lose by attacking the relationship
between Richard and my family. Julie told us that Richard had snorted his
drink out his nose when he heard that sound byte. He had to be careful how
to reply to the attacks but Miranda solved the problem for him. Faith, our
daughter, was a couple of months old and Miranda had reentered my sexual
arena. Esmeralda was rewarding Miranda in my bed for being so forthright
when they hatched a plan for how to get even. My biggest problem was
trying to get out of there once thoughts of vengeance amped their libido.
Miranda set out on a public campaign to dismantle Richard's opposition.
She bought newspaper, radio and television ads in a smear campaign that
lasted until the election. The candidate tried to sue but found out that
my women had deep enough pockets to get the truth no matter how well
hidden. At the mention of the suit, Miranda made it personal by exposing
every minutiae of the man's life. The hypocrisy of calling someone a whore
when he had kept a long line of mistresses and a child out of wedlock was
too much for the voters.
	The lawyers were too happy for me to enjoy all of Miranda's
outbursts. The media quickly figured out that Miranda was a go-to girl and
on slow weeks egged someone into saying something negative about our
family. The rest of the women were not much help in controlling Miranda
and made her the unofficial spokesperson for them. I got into the habit of
checking Esmeralda's scrapbook every afternoon for something new that had
escaped Miranda's mouth. I did not complain too much about it since
Miranda was very apologetic with that same mouth on my body when she
crossed the line.
	The last adjustment for Miranda and Randall was Rain; like Mandy
Jr's desire for her daddy it was a long time before the issue was
resolved. Nobody really knew how Randall felt about Rain's possessiveness
for years. There were other child couples but none of the males were as
quiet about the coupling as Randall. Our children had an indelible
impression that the only thing more valuable to me than Forrest Sr. was
family. S&C would have been successful regardless but Forrest's genius put
us in the stratosphere. The family kids transferred that value to his
children and seemed almost to decide that making them family was a natural
step to take. Esmeralda's girls were merciless about anyone trying to step
into their private territory aka Forrest Jr. Their possession of him was
absolute and he never hinted that he did not agree completely with it.
They were good to him and kept him as well-fed on carefully chosen
Sorority sisters when he was old enough to appreciate variety. I do not
believe that mattered to him though; Forrest Jr. never looked at any other
woman unless one of those two pointed her out to him.
	Rachel Forrest's entry into our family was assured in much the
same way as her older brother's. She had made up her mind that Roger would
suit her just fine around the age of three and like Marisa her will never
wavered. Roger teased her incessantly and she gave him a reaction every
time, which pleased him immensely. The women began to worry about it; they
did not want to pressure the kids into anything no matter how much
everyone wanted ties between the two families. No woman on either side
appreciated my shrugs towards the situation. The kids were in the same
grade but the age difference was a gulf they could not cross until little
Rachel hit puberty. Roger reaching the age of noticing girls for being
female drove the women into a frenzy. Little Rachel took it the best and
started teasing Roger about making sure he 'practiced' so he would get it
right when she was old enough. The teasing turned and it was little Rachel
who did it incessantly never failing to get a reaction from Roger. The
women discovered their master plan was still intact when Roger pounded a
freshman high schooler into the ground when he asked Miss Forrest out. He
was suspended from school for the second time in his life. The mothers
grounded him a month for the fight. The first weekend of his grounding the
Forrest children spent the night and we found Rachel Forrest sleeping in
Roger's bed. The mothers questioned him the next morning but only got
'She's mine!' out of him no matter how long they spent. They marched him
in front of me; Roger and I had to have our conversation in front of his
four mothers. I asked him why he had beat the boy up. He calmly explained
that Rachel Forrest was ten years old regardless of being a freshman in
high school and should not date yet. The other boy had been very rude in
his manner of asking Rachel out and Roger did not like it. He told me that
when she reached a dating age he would be the only one she ever dated,
kissed, had sex with, and married. He looked up at the ceiling and then
corrected himself to say that she could kiss and have sex with other girls
as long as he kissed and had sex with those girls too. Little Rachel's
mother asked him when he thought her daughter would be ready for that.
Roger looked at her with a face that asked why she was asking so stupid a
question. He told her patiently that he was sure that Rachel Forrest would
tell him exactly when she was ready. He told the mothers that little
Rachel had explained everything to him years before and it made sense to
him. I asked him about the girls he presently kissed and did things with.
He told me that he only kissed the girls in his classes. He went on to
explain that little Rachel told him that he should limit himself to older
women like some of his female cousins, teachers, S&C employees and the
single mothers of his out-of-family friends. I almost smiled at memory of
the Smith twins' sexual hijinks while they were in high school. I had
never seduced a teacher or even a college professor but the twins had not
been as discriminating. His explanation of Rachel Forrest's complicity
made her mother call the conspirator into the room. I knew better than
that having had my share of arguments with Forrest Sr. but a mother thinks
she knows best. Rachel Forrest's interest in biology instead of the
technology made it eminently worse. She was quite thorough in her lecture
about the sexual nature of a teenagers. She explained her logic for making
sure that Roger was protected by keeping him involved only with members of
his family who were sure to be using protection considering our sexual
natures and women who had an interest in keeping things discreet. I almost
laughed out loud as she lost herself in telling the mothers how older
women were better for making sure that Roger escaped his teenage years
without any sexual hang-ups. She waxed laconically about how she would
hate to have to fix him later if someone damaged him sexually now. She
finished it off by asking if the two of them could be excused. She wanted
to reward him for his defense of her honor with their first real kiss and
told us she thought that they would need privacy for that.
	The mothers sat silently looking at me and at each other.
	"I did not think your son was so easily led," Marie Forrest said
to Rachel.
	"Marie," I said with a wicked smile on my face. "Would you
describe yourself and your family as thorough?"
	Marie nodded knowing she was about to get hit between the eyes.
	"So can you imagine that your daughter is willing to miss even a
single one of those available cousins, teachers, S&C employees, or single
mothers in her effort to make sure her intended is well taken care of and
prepared for her."
	Marie snorted out air from her nose and put her head on her hands.
	"They each know exactly what the other is doing?" Mandy asked. I
shook my head in exasperation.
	"The Forrests are intelligent enough to require a different word
to describe them. You're all so used to Forrest Sr. and Jr. you forgot
that Rachel is female. Make believe she's your age and what does what
she's doing look like?"
	Rachel laughed in her chair and nodded her head. I looked at Marie
whose eyes were opened wide at my revelation.
	"Roger is as led as your husband, Forrest Jr. or I am. We're all
being led to exactly what we want."
	I could not let hold on to laughter when the women all blushed at
my words.
	Randall was quieter than the two other 'led' boys about his
relationship with Rain. There was less riding on that relationship as far
as the women, except for Rachel, were concerned. They were able to weather
the calm between the two children much better. We did not know how it
would work out until two weeks after Roger pounded little Rachel's
admirer. Randall's first sign that he acknowledged the relationship was
when he recruited her cult to spread the word that Rain was off-limits to
anyone that did not want to get a visit from Randall and every male member
of his family that attended Regent's High. The mothers laughed for a good
five minutes when Rain found out. Esmeralda's daughters happily told Rain
how badly her cult had been suborned by Randall to do his bidding. Rain
turned on Randall angrily but sat down heavily when she met his eyes. I
had to give Randall credit; he seduced my daughter thoroughly with that
one look that she did not dare test. Rachel looked at me and smiled
seductively knowing exactly what Randall had accomplished. Esmeralda's
daughters described in detail the story of how Rain and Randall celebrated
the new status of their relationship over the body of the head
cheerleader. Rain was not ready to give up her virginity but like Rachel
Forrest saw no reason that Randall had to wait. Rain insisted on being
there for every encounter so it limited their sexual activity to quality
instead of quantity while they were in high school.
	Those were things that came before that though. After Randall
acknowledged me as a father figure, Miranda decided on a little girl for
our first child.
	Our daughter Faith's birth was followed by another period of
growth for S&C as the governments now allowed to buy our equipment did so.
The federal government renegotiated our contract to pay significantly less
since they were no longer our only customer. The other governments took up
the slack to ensure that S&C did not find it necessary to expand their
consumer base.
	I was feeding Faith and Timothy (Mandy's third child) on the steps
that led to the mansion foyer. I rarely had alone time with the babies
with four mothers and a staff who all seemed to have been hired for an
extreme love of children. I was not surprised that Esmeralda and Miranda
sat down at my sides. Miranda made gestures that she wanted to take Faith
out of my hands but I shook my head. Esmeralda did not ask and picked
Timothy up from the blanket I had laid him down on. Miranda sighed and
settled with fussing to make sure Faith was warm. The two women had spent
the night celebrating Richard's election on my body. Richard credited
Miranda's efforts with him winning by such a large margin. He did not do
it publicly but Julie told us he jokingly thanked God every day that his
opponent had picked a fight with my family.
	Forrest Jr., Esmeralda's daughters, Rachel Forrest and Mandy Jr.
walked into the foyer without noticing us. Forrest Jr. was holding a metal
object that looked like a skeletal model of the major human bone
structure. Esmy's daughters sat down quietly and watched the proceedings.
Mandy Jr. offered her favorite teddy bear to Forrest Jr. solemnly.
	I always smiled at the size difference between Forrest Jr. and my
sons even though they were all ten.
	"What is Jr. doing with a T-chip?" Esmeralda whispered to me.
Miranda had spent her pregnant months learning about the company and knew
that the T-chip was Forrest's return to designing a CPU. I had not yet
figured out how to work it into our product line but the federal
government had tested it and doubled the military presence at the Alominos
site. Our main office gained Marines to check id badges as people came in
and out after the second set of results were given to the people in charge
of our relationship. The problem with the T-chip was that the entire
machine would have to be replaced to take advantage of its power. We only
had a few prototype computers and even the government did not want them
mass produced until we found ways to ensure that they would never leave
the country. There was a proposal put forward that a government research
center be added to the Alominos site to control the possible exposure of
the T-chips.
	"It's a mule chip; only has the design of the new chip but isn't
more powerful than something available on the market," I said to
Esmeralda. "Forrest Jr. needed its abilities without the power so his
father helped him redesign it into an appliance chip."
	"So we can use it?" Esmeralda asked watching the children. Rachel
Forrest was cutting into Mandy Jr's teddy bear carefully.
	"No, the government has more immediate uses for the mule than the
T-chip," I said to her. Mandy Jr. began to pull the stuffing out of the
teddy bear carefully.
	"They've seen Jr's chip?" Esmeralda asked.
	"His father did not have time and Jr. was the one who laid out the
requirements for the redesign," I told her.
	"He's really that smart, isn't he?" Miranda asked.
	"Jr. understands the T-chip enough to know it could be redesigned.
The other scientists haven't figure out what the difference between the
mule and the T-chip even are yet," I said.
	"But the government thinks they can use the mule?" Esmeralda
asked.
	I pointed to Jr's effort to place his metal skeleton into the
teddy bear.
	"I've been told his effort here will work," I explained. "Mandy
Jr. is about to get the first walking, talking, mood-soothing teddy bear."
	"Mood soothing?" Esmeralda asked.
	"The mule can take very complicated programs. The idea is for it
to 'learn' from its interaction with Mandy Jr., what she likes and doesn't
like. It can understand from pressure and bio-sensors what her mood is and
replay things like music she likes, the sound of her mother's heartbeat,
or hug her back."
	"You're kidding?" Miranda asked.
	"That's a marketable product," Esmeralda stated watching Forrest
Jr. carefully fit other things inside the teddy bear.
	"We hired three of the best child psychologists in the world to
help with the behavioral programming," I said. "We need to redesign the
chip even more but Forrest says it won't be a problem. Mandy Jr's bear is
going to be one of a kind but we'll introduce dumbed down versions to
doctors and child therapists around the country first."
	"You'll create a market from underneath the parents," Miranda
said. "The kids will want to go to the doctor's just to play with the
walking/talking teddy that knows exactly who they are."
	"Why's Rachel down there?" Esmeralda asked. "I wouldn't think she
would be interested in this."
	"Little Rachel beat down her big brother over the skeleton
design," I said.
	"She's too young," Miranda said.
	I turned to look at her.
	"She's six years old and has already swallowed several biology
texts. She's scarier than Forrest Jr. because she doesn't believe anything
is impossible," I told her.
	Rachel, my wife, had taken the kids to a children's hospital for a
charity event. Rachel Forrest was the most affected by seeing children her
age suffering. She had asked the doctors why they did not help the kids.
The doctors had said they were doing all they could but that was only so
much. Little Rachel had looked at them seriously, patted my wife's hand
and promised that she would fix them all when she grew up. Marisa's home
had been invaded that day and after a couple of hours little Rachel left
with a stack of books about human anatomy. Marisa had told me at a family
dinner that I should start looking into a pharmaceutical or biotech
company so Rachel Forrest's efforts would pay into the family fund. Little
Rachel had talked her brother down from his technical cloud and forced him
to rework his skeleton to be more human. Mandy Jr's teddy bear would be
worth a couple of million dollars in material when they were done with it.
	We watched as the teddy bear stood up and 'recognized' its owner.
It took baby steps towards Mandy Jr. and even fell on its behind like a
real baby. Miranda gasped when it made its way back to its feet and
finished the walk to my daughter.
	Miranda and Esmeralda turned to look at me.
	"We break ground on the Roger Smith University of Medicine in two
months."
	"You're going to build Little Rachel a medical school?" Miranda
asked.
	"You would be surprised how appreciative a Father can be when you
spend millions of dollars to make sure his little girl doesn't have to
leave the state for her education. Rachel Forrest is never going to be
more than an hour's drive from home. I've got billions of dollars at my
disposal I don't see why the mountain can't come to us."
	Miranda watched for a couple of minutes as Forrest Jr. took the
teddy bear through its paces. Part of his efforts went to teaching Mandy
Jr. the bear's capabilities and he was being extraordinarily patient
considering she did not want to put it down. I smiled thinking dealing
with Esmeralda's daughters probably taught him that patience.
	"What would we do without you?" Miranda asked in a whisper.
	 Esmeralda nodded her head in response to the question as if it
had been one that was bothering her also.
						-----
	 I put Faith to bed on her second birthday shaking my head.
Sometimes it felt like I was going to a different child's birthday in my
extended family every week. Ovaldo laughed when I said that out loud
reminding me that I had so far contributed eight myself; Brutus 12, Roger
12, Rain 12, Mandy Jr. 8, Cindy 4, Faith 2, and Timothy (Mandy's son) 2
not to mention Randall or that as far as the mothers were concerned the
world needed a couple more of my children around. Miranda was already
pregnant again with a son she had already named Lito. All the adults at
the birthday had laughed at Ovaldo's comment even myself. I had to
retaliate with his women's tendency to have a child every two years. The
battleaxe's daughter, Sheryl, had lost her confidence on the issue of
having children but her first attempt with Ovaldo had resulted in a boy
that almost matched Brutus for size. It was rumored among the women that
Ovaldo had to wipe away tears at the sight of her happiness at the healthy
birth. She had given Ovaldo two other children, and Sheryl was presently
waddling around with her second. The family laughed uproariously as I
announced that Ovaldo had nearly as many children with half the women.
	Even at two it was obvious not just by her coloring that Faith was
taking after her mother. I had stopped being surprised by my children's
propensity to have their mother's eyes. My mom would look at me and name a
cousin here or there that had at least the same color if not the same
shade of eyes. Faith hothead personality was already evident keeping her
mother and the staff on their toes. She was not spoiled with four mothers
perfectly willing to administer a spanking if she misbehaved. She had a
lot of her oldest sister Rain's charm but even as a terrible two she
wielded it like a scalpel. People loved Faith but only her family ever
relaxed around her. I kissed her forehead as I covered her up; she was
always an absolute angel around me. Rachel laughed when I told her that;
she replied that Faith was exactly like her mother so why would I expect
anything else.
	I walked into my bedroom to find that three of the women had taken
over my bed. The women had finally won their years long battle about their
rooms when Miranda's weight had been added to our mix. They had knocked
down the walls on my side of the hallway so that my bedroom took up the
space of four rooms. There were bathrooms for all of them at either end of
the room. They had looked confused when I asked where mine was and
explained that obviously I should use any of the four I wanted, whenever I
wanted. I had thought women liked private bathrooms but they had set up a
toiletry set in each bathroom for me. I tested their willingness to
actually share their private space but after the fiftieth time I was
dragged into a bathtub for wet, bubbly sex I decided I could accept the
new design of my bedroom. They placed a massive bed in the middle of the
room and it allowed all of us to sleep in it. There was another large bed
in a corner of the room when someone needed privacy, sleep or wanted to
pair up without bumping into other bodies.
	They were usually good about leaving space to sleep on the big bed
but they had ways to tell me someone wanted more privacy than normal.
Rachel, Miranda, and Mandy were spread out asleep on the bed and Brittany
was not on the extra bed. I recognized the message and headed out of our
bedroom. Part of the redesign of our wing included remaking the peach
bride's room back into a guest room, which I was happy to agree to. I
opened the door and Brittany was laying on the bed naked.
	I took my clothes off and lay down beside her. She looked asleep
so I told my hard-on not tonight and moved over her to turn off the light.
She licked my nipple as I reached over her. I looked down and her eyes
were open. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a
kiss.
	I did not have favorites among the women. Each was special and
gave me something different.
	Rachel was the fantasy of every young day of my life. I wanted to
possess her. I wanted her whispers of pleasure to be words telling me she
was mine. She was a yellow bikini, wet skin that tasted sweet and blonde
pubic hair.
	Mandy was the return from Erica and the physical embodiment of
everything I would have wanted in a woman had Rachel not been the sublime
example of it. She had surrendered twice to herself and me after trying to
avoid it. I did not think Mandy realized she instinctively moved closer to
me whenever I entered a room she was in.
	Miranda argued with me at the top of her lungs about anything
unimportant. The louder her voice the more obvious it was to everyone else
that it was foreplay. She was playful and the only one who thought that I
still had a puppy deep inside that should come out to play every now and
then. Those were her moments though and she guarded them jealously even
from the other women who shared my bed.
	Brittany was the one who I never believed had another reason for
wanting me except herself. In high school, it had been detrimental to what
she wanted but she had still been with me. I did not doubt that had I
pushed then she would have chosen me over her queen of the school status.
She had waited through Erica. She had accepted what my life had to be and
made it her life.
	It was in her eyes that night. The reason she did it; the reason
she never denied me a thing. She denied herself speaking the words though.
Erica had given them to me and betrayed them. I had not wanted to hear a
woman speak them since then. I would not hear them again from a lover
until my daughter lay beneath my body and said them to me. The night with
Mandy Jr. set Brittany free too but that was eight years away.
	The night Brittany lay looking up at me on Faith's birthday her
eyes handed me her heart. I could not fail her and accepted it with a
kiss. I could not give her anything back for it but her lips did not want
more than the feel of mine. Our lovemaking was a slow acknowledgement of
everything Brittany had felt since our first time in Rachel's guest room.
	She opened her legs and I moved between them. My dick found her
pussy without any help. She brought her knees up and took my tongue into
her mouth. It was a request to replicate the same action below. I pushed
into her and felt the familiar resistance of her body. I had slept with
Brittany for years but her body still gave me the pleasure of tightness.
She smiled on my lips as she felt her body's hesitation. She wrapped her
arms around my torso and kissed my neck spurring me to take her.
	I was gentle in my request for entry. I moved slowly into her,
letting her body adjust to every inch, as we became something similar to
one. She did not whisper the words into my ears but the sounds that
escaped her made it clear what we had never had sex.
	We had never fucked.
	To Brittany, even our first time had meant more than that.
	Her body gave me every inch albeit reluctantly until I felt my tip
against the entry of her womb. She gasped at the light touch deep inside
her. She opened her eyes and looked at me again.
	She moved her legs so that I could hook them with my arms opening
her further to my body. It reminded me of the first time with Miranda, how
the seduction had made for a complete giving over of her body to me.
	Brittany squeezed the length of my dick with her pussy. I pulled
up and took every inch of depth she wanted to give me.
	I did not thrust in and out of her.
	Brittany moved her hips beneath mine while squeezing, releasing,
and squeezing my cock. It felt like she was milking me for all the
pleasure she could take from my body. I put my face in her neck and bit
the spot I had the first time we were together. Her body bore down on mine
as exactly like our first she came. Her pussy moved on my body massaging
me with her walls and deep inside her body made its own request.
	I gave her what we both wanted. I felt like I was filling her up
with myself. She hugged me tighter to her and whispered to spur me on to
another shot of cum into her body. Her orgasm at the feel of the second
dose of my seed squeezed me for the last drop I had to give our joining.
	Brittany did not say the words until Mandy Jr. gave them back to
me but that night Brittany told me what she wanted to time and time again.
	A month later the company picnic was held on the mansion property.
None of the mothers were there to play hostess, which was strange to
everyone. Esmeralda calmed everyone's doubts saying the women were at the
clinic. We all knew what clinic she meant so shrugged it off.
	The limousine pulled up by the food tent and they got out of it to
walk towards me. I was standing to the side of the picnic watching the
children play.
	Michael, Marisa, the Smith twins, the Lee twins, Marie, Esmeralda,
Ovaldo, and my mother were standing in a half circle around me. I noticed
for the first time that that all the women were smiling joyously as my
women approached.
	Brittany stood in front of me and smiled. Rachel, Mandy and
Miranda stood behind her looking like they were about to burst with
happiness.
	"I'm pregnant," Brittany announced.
	We were all quiet for a moment.
	"David hasn't been visiting the clinic," Marie said
diplomatically.
	Brittany looked at her and nodded her head.
	"Isn't that sort of impossible then?" Ovaldo asked just as
diplomatically which coming from him was funny.
	"Statistically improbable actually; eighty-six million to one or
something like that," Marisa said looking at me.
	Brittany turned to my sister and nodded her head again proudly.
Considering the odds, no one asked the obvious question of whether it was
my child.
	"Do you know what it's going to be yet?" Ovaldo asked curiously.
	"It's a boy," Brittany said looking at the children playing.
	"Did the doctors say that?" he asked.
	Brittany turned on him so fast it surprised everyone.
	"I don't need a doctor to tell me it's a boy!" she said to him in
a voice so hard he took a step back. I think everyone whispered a prayer
of thanks that no one had dared asked if the child was mine after her
reaction. She would have gutted the questioner regardless of family
status.
	"His name is going to be Michael," Brittany said nodding at my
son's namesake. She turned her head to watch the children playing again.
Our brood was the center of the children and her eyes touched each of them
in turn. Rachel, Mandy, and Miranda stepped up to stand shoulder to
shoulder in a line with Brittany. She turned to me and smiled before
speaking again.
	"He's going to be the worst of them."
	
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