Carlson Series posted so far

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The Carlson Series is a series that involves a fairly incestous

family, that developes over a number of novels. It spans so far over

at least 200 years, and goes towards science fiction.

It should be noted that the Carlson series was began more than six

years ago, and the Carlson's have become quite distinct.

This is a suggestion that you don't have to follow but the stories

make more sense if you do, the list below is the actual order in the

time line.

If you don't have a previous version, send me an e-mail message and

I'll have the one that you're missing to you within two days, and you

can read it in order. Which is the better way.

The ony one that really doesn't need to be read is Sandi's Story, it

can be read complete on it's own at any time.

Sandi's Story -- Introduces Sandi's involvement with her father and

her struggles to get him to agree with her point of view.

Jake and Christa's Story -- This introduces the begining of the

Carlson family. This story here.

Dick, Sandi and Daniel's Story -- This introduces the starting

relationship between the very first Carlson's and the line of the

Carlson's.

Sandra and Paul's Story -- This is the story of the oldest kids of

the first generation of children.

Jessica and Dick's Story -- This story involves Dick and his sister,

and follows the lead from Sandra and Paul's Story.

Rebeca, Sandra, and Paul's Story -- This story brings Rebeca back

into the fold for good, unfortunately it's not as long as the others,

but I can't think of anything else for them.

Aprils story----april joins the carlson family

REBECA, SANDRA, and PAUL'S STORY

by

R. Hawk

"Rebeca!" I nearly screamed when I saw her face. I hadn't

seen hide nor hair of her in almost ten years.

"Hi Sandra."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just in the neighbourhood and...."

"Yeah right. Come in, come in! Laura come see who's here!"

"I don't mean to interrupt anything."

"Rebeca, right?" Laura asked seeing the shine in my face.

"It's no trouble, come on in. Paul's not here now. It's just

us and Paul and Ophelia."

"Paul and Ophelia?"

"Those two right there," I said angling her so she could see

into the living room and the couple that were mock mating on the

couch. "It's actually Paul Jr. We had him two years after you left

for Regina."

"So that would make him...."

"He'll be seven in two days. So will Ophelia, they were born

a couple of seconds apart. Come on into the kitchen we were just

about to have a glass of iced tea."

"And Ophelia is," Rebeca asked sitting down at the kitchen

table like the years had just been shed off. She looked a little

older, but we all were.

"My daughter," Laura answered as I got the picture of tea and

three glasses.

"Have you been in Regina all this time? How long are you

going to stay? How have you been? Are you married? Do you have

kids? Have you talked to your parents yet...."

"Sandra! Give her a chance to relax for a minute," Laura

laughed pouring the glasses of tea.

"It's all right, I'm just as curious about what's happened to

you's," Rebeca replied smiling.

"So if I can repeat one of my questions," I said watching her

waiting for her to tell me it was all right.

"Ok," she replied smiling.

"How long are you staying?"

"Oh, I don't know...I haven't figured that out yet."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"Well, I haven't figured that out yet either."

"Are you going to stay with your parents?"

"My...parents were killed in an...auto accident five years ago

Sandra. They were hit by a drunk driver."

"Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"It's all right."

"Then why don't you stay here with Paul and me? I don't think

he'll mind letting you stay. It'll be just like old times."

"Well, I don't want to put you out."

"It's all right, we'll just put Howie and Paul in one room

together."

"Howie?"

"Our second son, here wait a minute and I'll go get some

holo's for you to look at."

"That's all right Sandra, you can just tell me."

"Nonsense. Besides, I like going through them. Laura can

testify to that."

"She does," Laura added chuckling. "If you let her she'll

keep you busy all night!"

"Then really Sandra, it's all right."

"We'll do it later then," I said sitting back down on the

chair.

"So how many kids do you have?"

"Well, right now I've got five. Paul Jr., Howard...I like to

call him Howie...he hates it," I said in a conspiratory whisper.

"Then there's Sandi, Anita, and John."

"You've certainly been busy. What about you," she asked

looking at Laura.

"Well, there's Ophelia, Melanie, and Brad Jr."

"Angela and Clark have Cynthia, Edward, Ian, Henry, and Clark

Jr."

"So Angela and Clark got married?"

"Yes. Plus we've got a brother and two sisters that you

haven't met."

"You're fathers still having kids!"

"Yep, just the three so far. Plus he got married again, did

you know about that?"

"No. When did he do that?"

"It was just after Laura and I had Paul and Ophelia."

"Who'd he marry?"

"His sister, Jessica."

"He married his sister! Oh, sorry I forgot who I was talking

to for a second," she said after we stared at her for a second.

"So how many babes are hers?"

"Two, but there harldy baby's. Dick will be seven in a few

months."

"Another junior?"

"Well, we're proud of our hubbies!"

"I wouldn't doubt it after all those kids!"

"We're not finished yet," Laura said grinning.

"And then there's Liza, she's almost five now."

"So who's the third one."

"That's Samantha she's close to the same age as Dick. She's

Daniels."

"How old is Daniel now?"

"Well, just between us girls, she's fifty-two."

"That old? I thought she was younger than that."

"Nope. She's fifty two, she had Sam when she was

fourty-four."

"Wow."

"What about you, any kids?"

"No."

"Married?"

"Not anymore. I was, but it didn't work out."

"What happened?"

"I wasn't content with a monogamous relationship. One day he

came home when he wasn't supposed to and he caught me in bed with

another woman. I suppose Sandra, that makes the end of my marriage

all your fault."

"My fault!" I scoffed. "We weren't so much as sending

holo-mail!"

"Well, if it hadn't been for you showing me how good it was to

be with another woman, I would have probably been content with just a

man," Rebeca laughed. "Don't worry I don't blame you, I'm just

kidding."

"Well, at least you didn't give up on girls," Laura said

grinning.

"It's kind of sad though that Harry was so up tight about me

being with another woman. He was a really nice guy, but he was just a

little too traditional to understand. Tiffany, that was the woman I

was with probably wouldn't have minded if he had of just joined us in

bed. But he made a big deal out of it...."

"How long ago was that," Laura asked.

"Two months ago. I decided I needed to just get as far away

from him as I could. Get a fresh start so to speak. I figured that I

could probably collect my thoughts better in familiar surroundings

though. So I came here instead of going to an entirely new place."

"Well, your welcome to stay with me and Paul as long as you

want."

"Are you sure, I mean, I could probably just as easily get

myself an apartment."

"I insist!"

"All right then, but I want to do somethings to earn my keep!"

"You can help me make meals, sound fair?"

"And when ever you and Paul want to go out, I'll baby sitt."

"I don't know about that part. I don't think you could handle

them. We'll just leave it as we'll see how they take to you all

right?"

"There only kids."

"I know, but there Paul and my kid's."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Sure I do Rebeca, but I'm not sure if I trust them with you.

Especially the younger ones. You wouldn't be able to take much of

their abuse."

"All right, but if I can't do that I want to do the cleaning

or something else."

"If you want to, but it's really not necessary."

"Mom," Paul's voice came from the other room.

"What is it honey?"

"Can Ophelia and I have a snack?"

"Sure," I replied after getting a nod from Laura. "But I want

you two to meet someone first. So come here."

"Ahh do we have to?"

"Yes. And if you want a snack you can get it yourself. Your

old enough Paul!"

"So are you Ophelia," Laura added. A second later the two of

them came into the kitchen wearing the same as usual when they were

together. Nothing. I think it kind of took Rebeca by surprise

because she stared at them when they came in. Especially at Paul's

crotch, but then again she wasn't used to seeing them everyday.

When Paul noticed that she was looking at him he started to

look her over.

"Paul, don't even think about it!" I told him, jarring

Rebeca's eyes from him as well. "Paul, Ophelia, this is Rebeca.

Rebeca this Paul, and Ophelia."

"Hi," Rebeca said a little hoarsely.

"Your Mom's old friend aren't you," Paul asked.

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a question," Paul said surprising everyone at

the table. The only one that didn't seem to care was Ophelia and she

was making some sandwhiches.

"Sure."

"If Mom's as good a lover as everyone says she is, why'd you

leave?"

"Paul!" I scolded.

"It's all right Sandra. I got a job offer in Saskatchewan,

and it was a good opportunity. Your Mom and I talked about it, and we

both decided together that I should go for it. So I did."

"Oh."

"And your right, your Mom is a good lover. At least she used

to be."

"Well, now that your back maybe the two of...."

"Paul! Why don't you just help Ophelia make the snack the two

of you want."

"All right," he moaned glancing over at Ophelia. Then went

over to help her. A moment later they both left the kitchen.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Don't worry about it, it's not really that big of a deal.

He's just curious."

"You think he's bad, you should see John and Anita. Together

the two of them get into everything, and their only two. Plus the

fact that they leave their diapers all over the place. And the places

that I've caught them in.... Well, if your around long enough, you'll

see."

"Where are they now?"

"Well the two them and Sandi are supposed to be sleeping, but

there probably mock mating. They spend most of the day doing it, and

I don't even think their going to be mates. They both don't really

care who their with as long as their getting some attention."

"Their your's right," Rebeca asked looking at me.

"Yep, both of them. But they're all good kids. They let me

and Paul have a fair amount of time together and keep themselves

occupied at the same time."

"Mom!"

"What now?"

"Could you come get Howard? He's bugging us."

"Howie, could come here please."

"What?" Howard pouted coming through the kitchen door.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to play with Ophelia too!"

"Howie I think they just want some time together. Why don't

you come here."

"I don't want to!"

"Howie, please. I want you to meet someone."

"Who!"

"Howie, just come here please," I said and grudgingly he came

and climbed up in my lap.

"Who are you!"

"This is Rebeca Howie, why don't you say hi, instead of being

so rude. Rebeca, Howie."

"Hi, Howie," Rebeca said leaning closer to him. "How are

you?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Uh Howie!"

"Sure."

"No, she doesn't Howie. She doesn't know what kind of play

you're talking about."

"You mean..." Rebeca said looking up at me.

"Uh-huh. Unless of course you'd like to go up to his room and

play with him..." I said trying to offer my most innocent smile,

trying to hold him back from grabbing her breast.

"Well, maybe that's not such a good idea then," Rebeca said

softly looking at Howard. Who started to pout like you wouldn't

believe.

"Howie, why don't you go see if Sandi's awake. Maybe she'll

play with you?"

"I don't want to play with Sandi," he said looking up at me

then he looked back at Rebeca. "I want to play with her!"

"Howie, no you can't! She's Mommies friend."

"I wanna play with her!"

"Later ok Howie," Rebeca whispered to him.

"Ok," he said happier.

"Why don't you go play with Sandi now," I said giving him a

little pat towards the door.

"Ok," he said happily leaving the kitchen.

"What," Rebeca asked when I looked at her. "What!" she

repeated and I realized that Laura was wearing the same stunned

expression I was.

"I can't believe you told him that!" Laura said breaking the

silence first.

"What, in a few minutes he'll have forgotten what I said."

"No, he won't," I said shaking my head in disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"Rebeca, Paul and Ophelia remember the first time they

mock-mated."

"So?"

"So, that was a few hours after they were born. They haven't

forgotten a single second since. They've all got perfect memories."

"He's going to remember what you said, until you finally do

play with him," Laura added. Rebeca's face lost all of it's color for

a second.

"And believe me, he'll remind you," I put in. Knowing that

when ever we had promised him something he nagged and nagged until we

finally gave it to him.

"Oh no."

"Well your just going to have to give him what he wants."

"What!"

"But do it on your terms, don't let him come to you with it.

Because if he does it'll probably be when your laying down, and he'll

mock mate with you."

"WHAT!"

"Well you told him you'd play with him."

"But that was only so he wouldn't complain about it."

"Well, you stepped right into it this time Rebeca," I said

laughing a little.

"It's not funny!"

"Look, just have a shower with him tonight."

"Just make sure it's not a bath," Laura giggled.

"Rub him a little bit, and he'll consider you paid in full."

"But...."

"Don't worry about it...if you really don't want to...I'm sure

he'll understand."

"In a pig's eye!" Laura said seriously. "I told him once that

he could have some candy when we went to the store. It slipped my

mind for about a second, and on the way back home he reminded me that

we'd forgot it, so instead of accepting getting it next time or

getting a treat when we got back to my place, we had to turn the car

around, take half an hour to go back into the mall, find a candy store

and get something.

"He's the most stubborn kid, I've ever seen in my entire life!

You told him you'd play with him, and he won't let you get away with

doing anything but! So, enjoy your shower."

"Maybe I should just stay somewhere else."

"That won't do anything, he'll remember. But just remember

the longer you wait the taller he'll get and when you finally do take

him in to the shower he might not be content with just a rub and he'll

be tall enough to do something about it."

"Or, you could let him mock-mate with you. I've seen him do

it before, and he's quite...good at it," I said softly trying not to

laugh. But I wasn't kidding about him being good at it. When he did

it he put every bit of energy he had into it.

"Oh god, look at the time!" Laura said after glancing at the

clock. "OPHELIA, GET READY WE'VE GOT TO GO!"

"And we better start getting dinner ready," I said looking

across the table at Rebeca. "That is, unless you want to just get

settled in?"

"It was nice to see you again Rebeca," Laura said smiling at

her. "And I hope I'll see you later. But right now, I'm already late

for starting supper for Brad and he'll be starved."

"You probably will," Rebeca said standing up. I think

probably waiting to shake hands with Laura. But instead Laura gave

her a quick peck on the cheek before heading out of the kitchen.

"Maybe I should just go find somewhere else to stay..." Rebeca

said.

"No, you can stay here. Look don't worry about Howie, I'll

talk to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. You can put your stuff away or you can help with

dinner, what would you like. If you want to put away your stuff I can

handle dinner."

"I'll help," she said giving me a little smile.

"It's nice to have you back Rebeca. I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said softly before we hugged each

other.

"You know, Paul isn't going to be home tonight, if you

want...you can sleep with me tonight."

"Sandra...."

"But you probably want to get comfortable and just have a good

night's sleep. I understand, I'll talk to Howie and Paul about

sharing a bedroom. And then we'll get...."

"Sandra...."

"Your stuff stowed away."

"Sandra!"

"What?"

"Could you stop long enough for me to answer?"

"Uh-sorry."

"It's all right," she said moving closer to me and wrapping

her arms around my neck. "Now are you going to give me a chance to

say yes?"

I didn't say a word, I just stood there staring into the

depths of her brown eyes. Then she gently pressed her lips against

mine and gave me a long lite kiss. "I'd love to," she whispered not

backing away.

"Just like old times," I whispered running my hands down her

back to rest them at the small of her back. I'd completely forgotten

how good she felt.

I awoke to someone tugging at my arm. I knew it wasn't Sandra

because she never would have been so unpolite, besides she used to

just kiss my lips to wake me up. And I was sure it wasn't her when I

opened my eyes and saw her still lying naked beside me in bed.

The night had been entirely dedicated to rediscovering each

other. And she was as beautiful and sexy as ever, if not more so.

I'd missed how totally and completely we brought each other pleasure.

Each giving the other everything we had to offer of ourselves.

"What?" I groaned rolling towards the culprit that was

disturbing my sleep.

"You promised to play with me!" Howie said fiercly, even in a

whisper.

"Howie! It's the middle of the night," I complained glancing

over at the clock beyond Sandra. Then I realized he was trying his

best to scramble on top of the bed, and what was worse was he wasn't

wearing any clothes.

Laura'd been completely right, if I let him decide he would do

his best to make sure it happened on the bed. "All right," I groaned

sitting up. "We'll let your mom sleep and we'll go have a shower

together ok?"

"Well..." he said as if he was thinking about it. "All

right." Then he took my hand and helped me out of bed before guiding

me in darkness that I couldn't see through straight to the bathroom

out in the hall.

When we got inside the bathroom, he didn't bother to turn on

the light and went straight for the shower, before I remembered that

Sandra had said she could see perfectly without any light at all.

"I'm going to turn on the light ok," I asked softly into the

black void.

"If you want to," Howie's little voice replied. I fumbled

around for the light switch before finally finding it. When I did I

had to blink a few times before everything came into focus. I closed

the door and was disapointed at the sight of no lock.

Then I turned back to where Howie was standing under the

flowing water with an erection about the same size that Harry's had

been. And it kind of took me back. I had been surprised when I'd

first seen Paul Jr's.

But remembering back to when I'd seen Paul himself it was less

of a shock. But looking at a six year old boy and finding him as well

hung as a normal man threw me for a complete loop. Slowly I managed

to regain my senses enough to move towards the shower. I didn't know

what to else to expect.

The last thing in the world I'd ever imagined myself doing was

playing lover to a six year old boy. But the thing was, was that I

found myself wondering what his father looked like now. When I'd been

Sandra's "Mistress" she'd claimed that Paul was forbidden fruit for me

because he was so big. And he was, but for some reason I don't think

she was telling me the complete truth.

"Come on you promised to play with me!"

"All right, I'm coming, just give me a second," I told him

before getting into the tub/shower with him. The water temperature

was perfect. I couldn't have chosen it better myself.

"You know little boys like you should actually be in bed

asleep at this time of night."

"Play with me!"

"We will, but I want you to understand that this is the only

time that I'm going to play with you like this, ok?"

"Yes," he groaned. I wasn't sure really of what I should do,

to play. It was kind of sweet though, once I was in he pulled me down

so that I was sitting down and started to wash my hair. It wasn't

very neat and I kept getting soap in my eyes but I had never thought

he would want to wash my hair to play.

But when his arms draped over my shoulders and he kissed me on

the cheek I realized that it had more to do with getting me on more of

an even level with him. His little hands slipped down until he

touched my breasts.

When I glanced over my shoulder to look at him he pressed his

little lips against my mouth and kissed me. Actually pushing his

little tongue into my mouth. He hadn't had very much in the way of

skill in washing my hair but just by his kiss I could tell he had a

lot of it in the area of "playing."

Then he moved around so that he was standing infront of me,

and kissed me again. Then he leaned down and took one of my nipples

in his mouth. He was absolutely adorable, and remembering my part in

the deal I reached out to touch him.

He nipped, licked, lapped, and smacked his lips over my

nipples while I masturbated him. After I had him moaning for a few

moments, and him me, he pulled back away from me. "I want to be

inside you," he whispered before giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"No, Howie, I said I'd play with you, but that's all."

"This is play," he said tracing the outline of my mouth with

his fingers.

"No Howie," I told him softly looking into his eyes. He

looked so sad. But it didn't change the fact that he was still six.

"I'll play like this with you, but I won't do that!"

"But...."

"No buts Howie, it's this or nothing."

"All right," he groaned and moved close enough to me so that I

could take him in my hand again and start rubbing him. When he came

it was just like a little sigh. But you could tell he'd had an

orgasm, even if there wasn't any physical evidence.

Without a single word he gave me a little kiss and then got

out of the shower and left the bathroom. It was over for him just

like that. I turned the water cold and quickly finished having a

shower all by my lonesome.

When I got out my nipples were puckered and I had gooseflesh

all over my whole body. I stood there looking into the foggy mirror

and suddenly the lights went out. I didn't panick, I just sort of

froze. Then a pair of warm hands slipped around my waist and started

creeping up my body until they cupped my breasts, at the same time

someone pressed a warm kiss against my neck.

Who ever it was was warm and solid pressed up against me, all

the way down to where I could feel the obvious presence of a man.

"Your not Sandra," the warm cozy voice whispered. Not really startled

so much just sort of warm and inviting. "Who are you?"

"An old friend," I whispered back, not moving an inch.

"Sandra said you weren't going to be home tonight."

"I hadn't planned on it, but I couldn't stay away another

night. Now who are you?"

"I suppose it has been a long time," I replied still in a

whisper as I started to turn around to face him. "Hi Paul."

"Who...Re...Rebeca?"

"Uh-huh," I said softly looking up into his glowing gold eyes.

He was a lot taller than I remembered. Towering at least a foot above

me. He was a big man, almost like a giant, and just as strong. It

wasn't surprising that Sandra could have fallen for him.

"It's nice to see you again," he said, and I could tell just

from the sound of his voice he truly meant it. Then he gave me a

great big hug. He was so warm, and smelled so masculine. It almost

completely swept me away. All my senses were hightened to the fact we

were standing there embracing both completely naked.

"Where are you sleeping?"

"Well...I was sleeping with Sandra...but now that you're home

you'll probably want me to sleep somewhere else huh?"

"No it's all right, you can sleep in our bed. Besides how can

I say no to you when you made Sandra so happy? Are you going back to

bed now?"

"Well, I was going to," I said softly. His hold still not

getting any less on me.

"Then let's go to bed," he said softly scooping me up in his

arms.

"Paul, I can walk."

"It's all right," he replied and I could tell he was grinning

about it, even if I couldn't see him. He laid me down beside Sandra

and got in behind me, protectively wrapping his arm over both of us.

It was the warmest safest place I could ever remember being, it always

had been.

Paul had always been generous to me no matter what. The two

of us had never actual made love, but I'd been in bed with him and

Sandra when they had been. And he'd been there when Sandra and I had

been making love.

And even though the two of us weren't lovers, he treated me

just the same as he treated Sandra. He'd even fought to protect my

"honor" a couple of times. When it all came down to it I trusted them

both with my life.

He kissed the back of my head and whispered that I smelt

better than he remembered. He snuggled up against my back and I could

feel his penis nuzzle in against my buttocks. But I knew he wouldn't

allow it to go any further than that.

When I woke up in the morning Paul and Sandra were gently

making love beside me so they wouldn't wake me up. When Sandra

noticed I was awake she motioned Paul and he pulled out all the stops

so that the bed was actually rocking under the act.

When they were done Sandra looked at me smiling before I

leaned over and kissed her lips. I was still kind of shocked at how

easily the two of them let me back into their lives and bed. Sandra

had been right when she'd said "Just like old times."

I was also very glad I chose to come back home, especially

when it was to the open love that Paul and Sandra and the rest of

their family I'd seen so far offered me.

When they were finished Paul rolled over so that he was laying

between us and gathered us both up in his arms pulling us close to

him. I laughed wrapping my leg around his and rubbing myself against

his leg a little bit before kissing him. And then Sandra kissed him

and met my hand on his damp aroused member.

A second later our eyes met over Paul's chest, she didn't look

very happy for a second then slowly a smile spread across her face,

although it didn't quite seem to reach her eyes. I brought the hand

that I had on him up until it was resting on his chest and kissed him

again.

I'd never ever seen Sandra act adversely to me touching him

before. She'd always seemed to enjoy letting me do it. And I'd

always taken pleasure from doing anything for him that he let me get

away with.

"Well, as nice as this is I think I better be getting up,"

Paul said starting to move. Quietly I removed myself from around him

and let him get off the bed. Together Sandra and I watched as he left

the room for the ensuite, giving me an excelent view of his mane. It

had been pretty fair when I left, but now is was completely filled

out. The long golden hair all the way down to his tight ass.

"He's gorgeous," I whispered once he was in the bathroom.

"Isn't he," Sandra sighed laying back down on the bed.

"Absolutely!" I agreed, before remembering that after the

divorce I'd completely sworn men off. But Paul was so different.

"Mom, where are my good jeans?" Paul jr asked standing in the

doorway to the bedroom. I didn't even bother to cover myself, and I

could swear I could feel where his eyes were slowly scoping me out.

"There in your closet."

"I looked, there not there!"

"Paul," she groaned getting out of the bed. "What are you

going to do when you're older and I'm not around? You've got to start

looking for your own stuff, or remembering where you leave it!"

"I know," Paul said then took one more quick look at me before

following his mother out of the room. Well, at least I knew that so

far, I'd turned almost every male head in the house. So I hadn't

totally lost all my looks.

"Sandra?" Paul said stepping out of the bathroom while I

stretched out on the bed. "God don't do that!"

"What," I yawned finishing my stretch.

"That!"

"What did you want," I asked smiling. "Sandra's not here."

"Well, I was going to ask her if she wanted to have a shower

with me. But if she's busy, what about you. You want to share a

shower with me?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, you Carlson's are

dangerous in the shower," I said grinning.

"Oh come on, when was the last time you and me were in a

shower together."

"Ages," I said grining at the thought of Sandra, me and Paul

squeezed in a tiny little shower stall together.

"Well then, don't you think it's about time we shared another

one?"

"All right," I laughed getting up off of the bed and heading

into the bathroom with him. In the night I hadn't had enough light to

fully apreciate the man he'd become. And he was some man.

When I got in the bathroom the water was already running, and

Paul was grinning at me leaning against the sink counter.

"What?"

"I forgot how beautiful you were."

"Were?" I said with my hands on my hips staring at him.

"I mean are," he chuckled.

"Does that mean I'm still attractive," I asked hoarsely as I

approached him.

"No."

"What!" I demanded after I wrapped my arms around his neck,

squeezing his hard member between us.

"You're well beyond that," he said smiling before he lifted me

up so I could kiss his lips.

"You're not half bad yourself," I whispered as he set me back

down on my feet.

"Let's have our shower."

"Sure," I replied softly. I don't know why I was torturing

myself like this. I loved him, but I'd never be able to make love to

him. Sandra told me he'd be too big for me. And I had to admit he

was really big. Big with a capital 'B', 'I', and a 'G'.

It always had amazed me when Sandra had taken him inside of

her, especially when I'd had a really good view of their coupling.

But she opened up for him every time, and took in every single

solitary gorgeous inch of his rock hard cock.

But compared to Sandra, and most other women I was just tiny.

I was an inch shorter than her, and my breasts were alot smaller, but

pert. And skinny little hips. And most of my height went into my

long, long legs.

When I didn't move Paul moved back towards me and picked me up

and carried me into the shower and the warm water. Even with all the

bulging muscles on his body he was gentle as a lamb, and with a face

clothe and a bar of soap he washed me. "Are you married," he asked

looking into my eyes while he washed my chest.

"I was," I replied softly, and the wash cloth dropped to my

breasts.

"What was his name?"

"Harry."

"What happened?"

"He caught me in bed with someone else."

"Who were you in bed with?" he asked the wash cloth slowly

moving even further down. I knew what he was doing, I'd played this

game with him once before, he just barely touched me and made love to

me with his words. Until I finally came in his arms.

"Tiffany."

"Another woman," he whispered softly as he knelt down and

kissed my stomach before washing it.

"Yeah."

"What were you two doing," he asked giving me another gentle

little kiss.

"Making love," I told him in a near gasp as the wash cloth

graced its presense between my legs for a second.

"How," he asked looking up at me.

"Sixty-nine," I whispered closing my eyes. The image of

Tiffany's engorged pouting pussy in my face. She'd been so sweet, so

gorgeous and attractive. I'd nearly fallen completely head over heels

for her when we met at a business meeting.

"Was she good," he whispered kissing a little further down my

stomach.

"Yes," I moaned spreading my legs a little further apart.

"Sexy?"

"Oh yeah."

"Was she a good kisser," he asked kissing the neatly trimmed

triangle of curls.

"Yes," I sighed, realizing that the wash cloth was only moving

between my legs and nowhere else. He left a string of gentle little

butter fly kisses all over the insides of my thighs encouraging me to

open my legs even wider for him.

"That's when Harry came in wasn't it," he whispered timing it

perfectly with the kiss that he planted right between my legs, kissing

the hot lips of my vagina.

"Yesssssss," I gasped. "No, no it wasn't. We were so

involved we didn't notice him at first."

"But when you did, it got you even more excited didn't it?"

"Yes," I moaned licking my upper lip, when the wash cloth was

replaced with his fingers and probing tongue.

"Was her mouth still on you, like mine is now," he whispered

pressing me back against the wall spreading my legs apart as wide as

he could manage and still maintain enough control to keep it fluid.

"Oh yes!" I moaned as he pushed a finger inside of me. "Yes!"

"Did you come for her? Like you will for me?" he said kissing

my hot entrance again, flicking his hot tongue against me.

"Yes," I screamed as I broke past the threshold rocketing way

past where I had been in years with a man. I humped his mouth

wrapping my legs around his head while still screaming the word "Yes!"

"What's go..." Sandra said pulling back the shower curtain.

"Oh." It wasn't a good 'Oh.' It was more like it was grumbled like

she was disapointed to find me with Paul. With him loving me.

I moaned and loosened my grip around his head so that he could

come up and he did, he came up, slowly moved all the way up my body

where I was sitting and kissed me. My own sweet juices still on his

lips.

Sandra reached in almost as if she was going to touch one of

us or something and then she pulled her hand back. A second later I

was screaming again. This time with shock. She'd completely shut the

hot water off, and it was coming down stone cold.

Paul tried to shut it off as quickly as he could but by the

time he had we were both dripping in nothing but cold water. Standing

there dripping I watched him open his mouth and in his deep booming

voice called "SANDRA!"

But she didn't come back, she didn't even so much as

acknowledge that he'd called her. And for the first time in my life,

I saw Paul really angry at her. And I think both of us were befuddled

about why she did it.

He shook himself off in the tub, splattering me with water,

and still dripping a little as he got out and I tried to follow him

but he was already out of the bedroom before I'd even got out of the

bathroom.

"Where's your stuff," Paul asked a few minutes later after I'd

manage to get dressed.

"Why?"

"I don't want you around here until I figure out what Sandra's

up to."

"Paul, she just doesn't want me around and neither do you."

"I didn't say that. What I mean is that I don't want you

around here alone with her, because I don't want you to get hurt. If

I don't have a clue what's going on in her head, especially the way

she pulled that stunt. I don't think it would be a good idea to leave

you here alone with her," he said carressing my cheek with his finger

tips.

"Then when I figure out what's up with her you can move back

in."

"Paul, maybe it would just be best if I left. Find somewhere

new to start over."

"No, don't. Look, I'm going to take you over to our parents

and you can stay with them for a few days. Then when I pry Sandra's

lips open to tell me what's up. I'll be back over to pick you up."

"Paul...."

"Where's your stuff Rebeca?"

"Thrity two years of life are all in that suitcase," I said

pointing at the blue case leaning against the wall in the corner of

the room.

"Ok," he said going over and picking it up. "You ready to

go?"

"I guess I am...but I don't think you are," I said giving his

body a once over.

"No, I suppose your right," he said glancing down at his

nakedness. Then he quickly threw my suitcase on the bed and dressed

himself in a pair of blue jeans and a rough T-shirt that was stretched

tight against his chest.

"You sure you've got everything?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Paul, I don't know about this...."

"Well, I am. So let me be sure for the both of us all right?"

"Ok," I said softly obeying him as he took my arm and quickly

led me out of the house past a glaring Sandra. Once Paul left me with

his parents I started to think about everything. About everything

that had happened in the course of a day and a night. And worst of

all the look that Sandra gave me on the way out kept haunting me.

I met Sandra's brother and two sisters. They were nice and so

was Jessica, and when she looked at Dick, I could tell that she loved

him a lot. Just as much as Daniel did when she looked at him too.

And he loved both of them back just as much.

I couldn't live with myself knowing that if I stayed any

longer that I could end up hurting Paul and Sandra even more, so I

wrote him a letter hoping he'd understand and gave it to Daniel to

give him after I left.

When I gave Daniel the letter she said to keep in touch. Even

if it was just with her and Dick, but I couldn't bring myself to

talking to them.

Six months of stewing only made it worse, and I came to the

conclusion that before I could get on with my life I had to set things

right. No matter what it cost me. So, I called Daniel.

It seemed almost worse than I'd imagined. When I thought I

was doing them both a favour leaving, I found out that they'd both

been at odds with each other almost the whole time. So I told her

that I'd come and fix things. I booked a flight for the twentyth of

December hoping that I could give them their happiness back before I

left them once and for all.

Daniel met me at the bus-port and drove me straight back to

her home saying that before I went to see them that I needed to have a

good night sleep and that she should catch me up on what's happened

between them.

On the contrary of what she'd hoped for I tossed and turned

all night, and didn't get a single bit of sleep. So as a result when

I finally fell asleep it was at seven in the morning and I woke up at

seven at night.

Jessica and Daniel sat with me while I ate talking about

nothing in particular. Then Dick came into the kitchen and started to

sweet talk them. It didn't take long after that before they were both

hanging on to his arm as he led them up stairs to their bedroom.

I watched a little holo-vision before going back to sleep on

the couch. On the twenty second when I woke up again it was nearly

ten in the morning and the whole house was empty. When I went into

the kitchen I found a note on the table explaining that they had gone

Christmas shopping and that I shouldn't go and see Paul and Sandra

yet.

On the twenty third, Daniel, Jessica and I finally sat down to

talk about what had happened while I was gone. As the hours passed I

began figuring out that Paul had actually blamed my leaving on Sandra.

"I can't believe that he thought that, I'd tried to explain it so

carefully in my letter."

"Well, that was maybe your problem, written words can be

interpruted a hundred different ways by a hundred different people."

"I guess," I said softly feeling like the biggest scum of the

earth. I tried to help my best friend in the whole world and all I

ended up doing was hurting her more.

"There's one thing though, that I don't understand," Jessica

said looking at me.

"What?"

"If you've been with Paul and Sandra all the time that

Daniel's told me, why have you not changed?"

"Changed?"

"Yeah, I know Dick changed me to help me, and Daniel was

changed by making love to him but you, why haven't you...."

"You...Paul...Paul and I have never made love," I said softly

looking towards the bottom of my cup of tea.

"What," Jessica scoffed, "but what about all the times you

three were together?"

"Sandra, said he was...too big for me. And he is really big,

so we just never...did it."

"You didn't do it because he was too big?"

"Yeah," I replied and Daniel started laughing.

"What?"

"Have you wanted to make love to him," Daniel asked calming

down a little.

"Yes, but he was...."

"And she told you you couldn't?"

"Yes," I replied and both of them laughed a little more.

"What!"

"Well, she got you good," Daniel said her laugh simmering down

into just a grin.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.... Look when I first met Dick, I wanted to make

love to him, because the moment I saw him come through the bedroom

door carrying Sandi I fell completely head over heals for him.

"But when the time came, I was absolutely positive that he was

way, way too big for me. But Sandi kept encouraging me that it would

be all right. Mind you all this happened before I was changed too.

"So, I tried to rush it, and the second I had him inside me I

could have sworn I was going to burst from the inside out because he

was so big. And I kept pleading that he let me up, but Sandi just

told me to look him in the eyes, just to look him in the eyes. That's

all she said, and the second that I did.

"I swear I felt like that it wasn't so big that I was going to

burst, just big enough to fill me completely up, and we made love for

the first time."

"You mean...all this time, even...ten years ago...I could

have...we could have...."

"Yes," Daniel said trying to hide a smile. Every single time

that I had longed to hold him inside me came back to me. Forcing me

to think about all the wasted time that I could never get back.

"Then if he knew why didn't he...initiate it?"

"Because he probably was only responding to you the way you

wanted him to. He wouldn't have let himself go so that he could hurt

you and do something you didn't want."

"So it's her fault that I...that we didn't..." I said

furiously. "That...that bitch!"

"What are you doing?" Jessica asked as I got up with every

intention of going over there.

"I'm going to go over there and tell her what I bloody well

think!"

"Don't," Daniel said quickly. "Wait till tomorrow! Give

yourself tonight to think about it before you go and do something

rash. You've got to remember she's still a lot more strong than you

are!"

"I don't care!"

"Rebeca, sleep on it tonight anyway! Jessica, and I aren't

going to let you leave here tonight. Are we?"

"No," Jessica said quickly. So I couldn't go.

But the next morning at seven o'clock on the dot I was on

Sandra and Paul's doorstep knocking. I kept telling myself that I

wasn't going to do anything more than talk, but when the door opened

and Sandra's surprised face was greeting me I lost control.

"You bitch!" I shouted lunging at her, catching her completely

off guard as my fist caught her in the mouth.

"Rebeca, what the hell...." Sandra said before I slammed her

down on the floor. "Me? Your the one that tried to take my husband

away from me!"

"I did not!"

"You did," she shouted rolling so that she was on top hissing

down at me.

"I did not," I shouted in anger rolling us back over and

slamming her back down against the floor. "Your the one that wouldn't

let me make love to him!"

"You couldn't!"

"Oh save it, I could too. And you knew it all along!"

"You could not! He's too big for you and your tiny little

cunt!"

"That's not what your mothers say! All those times Sandra!

All those times that you said if only he could! You lied to me! You

lied!" I said lifting her up and slamming her back down against the

floor.

"He's my husband!" she shouted getting on top of me again,

only there was snarls and growls behind me glancing back I saw Paul

junior approaching and Howie looking undecided about what he should

do. They were willing to protect there mother. When I saw that I

almost thought that I'd made a mistake coming at all, but she waved

them off.

"I'm not stupid, I was at your wedding! But even before that

you wouldn't let me! Or when you were! I wasn't going to take him

from you! Maybe share him, what would have been so bad about that!

"Besides, isn't he supposed to be able to have two wives or

something? Would it have killed you that he actually had another

wife? My god Sandra, your father keeps two wives completely happy and

satisfied. Is it that hard for you to believe that possibly just

possibly Paul could do the same? Keep us both satisfied. Plus we

would have had each other too!"

"Damn it you nearly broke my marriage!"

"Only because you didn't have faith in Paul, or me to do what

would have been right! When I left, I had everything to lose,

but...if I stayed I had everything I could have ever wanted in

life...except a man. You kept that away from me Sandra. You didn't

have to, you just did! You were selfish!"

"He's mine!"

"I know that! But can't he be mine too? Can't all three of

us be happy?"

"I..." she said softly as I got back on top of her.

"Please Sandra! Can't the three of us just be happy, and

together?" I whispered before gently giving her lips a little kiss.

"Please."

"I was so jealous," she sobbed. "When I saw you with him! I

just wanted to keep him all to myself. I didn't want anyone else to

have him. Or to be as happy as I was."

"I know," I whispered back to her before kissing her lips.

"Do I ever."

"I'm sorry," she laughed trying to cover up a sob. "I should

have known that you wouldn't have tried to take him from me. But when

I finally got him back after those four years that we had spent apart,

I didn't want to have any chance of losing him again. Not to Laura,

or Angela, or even to you."

"Can the three of us be happy together Sandra," I asked and

she smiled up at me.

"I've got a Christmas present for you," Sandra told Paul just

as they entered the bedroom.

"But shouldn't it wait till tomorrow morning?"

"Nope, it's...alive."

"Sandra, you didn't buy the kids that dog!"

"No," Sandra laughed. "No! It's not a dog!"

"Cat?"

"No. Just open it!" Sandra said her voice a lot closer.

"We should be heading over to Moms and Dad's place."

"I told them we weren't coming tonight. Laura came and picked

the kids up and took them over."

"Then what are we going to...."

"Paul! Just open the box!"

"Sandra, if this is a pet so help you...."

"It's too damn hot in here," I said standing up knocking the

top of the box off.

"Rebeca!" Paul said absolutely stunned.

"All you had to do was wait a couple more seconds," Sandra

complained.

"Hi Paul," I said grinning at him, ignoring her comment.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sandra told you! I'm your present!"

"My present?" he said still kind of stunned lifting me out of

the box.

"Yes," I said pressing myself against him. "You can kiss, and

hug me. Sleep with me. Take me in the shower with you. And...you

can make love to me. I'm your basic run of the mill, lover."

He glanced at Sandra, then back at me, then back at Sandra

again. "You could never just be basic," he said giving me a hug.

"Now is someone going to tell me exactly what's going on?"

"In a little bit," I said softly unbuttoning his shirt and

tossing it aside. Then quickly I unbuckled his pants and let them

drop to the floor too. Then finally I quickly pushed down his

underwear. "Right now, I want something that I've waited fourteen

years for. I want to make love with you." I pressed myself tight

against his bare flesh and glanced at Sandra, she glared at me for a

second, then a smile came over her face, all the way up into her eyes,

before she started undressing herself.

I stretched up as high as I could and kissed his chin. Then

he brought his lips down and crushed them against mine lifting me

right off my feet. Then he laid me down on the bed resting my head in

Sandra's lap before positioning himself between my legs.

"Are you sure about this," he asked smiling down at me.

"What do you think?" I replied grinning and opening my legs

wider for him. A second later he had himself positioned at my

entrance after checking the "water" to make sure I was ready for him.

I had been for hours!

Then slowly he eased himself into me. He was huge. And I was

almost ready to cry out for him to stop when I remembered what Daniel

had said. And I looked him straight in the eyes, and suddenly

everything just felt...perfect.

Every slow stroke seemed heavenly, at the same time Sandra's

hands started playing with my breasts and nipples. It got even more

blissful when Paul leaned over and started kissing me. I moaned and

moved against him. Trying to bring about both of our release. A

release I'd waited for over fourteen years for.

He was as gorgeous as ever and felt even better moving in and

out of me. Gently, carefully. Taking his time even though I tried to

buck against him and make him move faster.

I ran my fingers through his silky mane moaning his name over

and over between kisses. He groaned and thrust into me again. Over

and over, each time giving us both pleasures that I had always thought

would be unattainable. I clutched his mane in my fingers riding out

an orgasm. Then a second and third quickly followed right after.

Then with one grunt from him he launched me into a fourth.

Only this time it was acompanied by a complete spewing of his hot love

inside of me. I squeezed him even tighter between my thighs pulling

him as far into me as I could trying to get as much from him as I

could.

It had been my first multi-orgasmic experience with a man, and

I realized why. It had taken me a long time to figure out, six months

to be exact. The only man that I could truthfully whisper in his ear

and say "I love you." I'd admitted the same truth to Sandra a few

hours previous when Paul had been working at the bar, he had been

there since the previous night.

He lifted himself off of me enough to look me in the eyes,

searching them to see if I was telling the truth. I was, only it was

the first time in fourteen years that I actually admitted it. That I

loved them both.

"Really?"

"Yes," I whispered back to him touching his face with my hand.

And he seemed to press against it before he leaned down and kissed me.

"I love you too," he whispered before brushing another kiss

across my lips. "I have for a very long time."

"Well, I love both of you," Sandra said running her fingers

through both of our heads of hair. Paul looked up at her and then

leaned towards her pushing himself deeper into me at the same time.

He stretched towards her, and she leaned forward until they were

kissing over top of my head. I realized at that exact moment that I

was in paradise.

Paul slipped away from me and we both turned our attention on

showing Sandra how much we both loved her too. And it wasn't "just

like old times" anymore either, Paul didn't even hesitate once about

laying claim to my body like he had before. He had never been sure

whether he was allowed to touch me, or if I was just there for

Sandra's pleasure.

He went well beyond proving my point to Sandra that he could

keep two women satisfied. He'd make love to her, then he'd make love

to me, and then he'd make love to both of us. His roaming hands

always touching, never stopping for a single instant.

When he stopped to rest, Sandra and I would make love, and

he'd watch, but he could never resist petting us, working along side

with Sandra and myself. I watched as he slid into Sandra again from

my place between their legs and kissed and touched all around their

union.

Then I quietly backed off finally giving into my grumbling

stomach. Paul reached for me, not willing to let me go away again.

"I'm going down to the kitchen," I told him and he let go of my hand.

But I couldn't resist going back and giving them each one more kiss.

I poured myself a large glass of juice and drained it down

thirstily before starting to hunt around in the refrigerator. I came

out with a heaping plateful of food, and headed back to go upstairs

before I noticed the clock. It was only a little after ten.

It had only been three hours I marveled since Paul had gotten

home and I felt like I was so well loved, that it should have been

ages more than three hours.

Once I was in the hallway though, Sandra and Paul's kids

started coming in from the front door. Paul was first, and he glanced

at my leg before a few more followed, each of them glancing at my leg,

but not saying a single word about my nudity.

I looked down to see what they had all been looking at and

found a small amount of Paul's semen. I couldn't help but smile at

the sight. Before thinking about that we hadn't been using any birth

control. Then I saw Howie come in, looking very tired, but I couldn't

help smiling at him and realizing I didn't care about the birth

control anymore.

I went to the front door just to make sure they had locked it

behind them and found Laura and what I assumed was her husband holding

two of Sandra's sleeping babies.

Laura gave me a quick once over and grinned at me. "Merry

Christmas. Brad, you remember Rebeca don't you?"

"Of course," he said grinning at me before giving me a more

thourough twice over. One that I knew I should shy away from but I

couldn't. I followed them up the stairs and watched as they put John

and Anita in their seperate beds. I had kept an eye on Laura watching

as she laid Anita down in her bed and kissed her forehead.

Then when she came back to the doorway she smiled at me again

and touched my hip so that she could get past. But when I moved she

didn't move past me but gave me a quick little kiss on the lips. Then

she took my hand and led me back to Sandra and Paul's bedroom.

Paul was laying on his side grinning as he watched Brad making

love to Sandra. "Merry Christmas you two," Laura said smiling.

"Looks like you've had a busy night."

Paul glanced over at us and smiled. I looked back at Laura

and found that she'd stipped completely out of her clothes, and before

another word was spoken Paul was accepting her with open arms. She

squated over top of him before she finally took his entire length

inside of her and started riding him.

She'd leaned over and started kissing Paul, making tiny little

movements on top of him. It wasn't so much the jealousy of seeing her

with him or Brad with Sandra. Because I'd seen it before. I'd even

been with Laura and Sandra before, but it was more the shock of it

happening so quickly, so spontaneously.

Paul motioned me to join them, but I wasn't really sure. All

I knew was that my hunger had left me so I set the plate of food down

on the dresser. And just watched right up until they recieved their

gratifaction.

Then rubbing his hand down Laura's back Paul motioned me to

join them again. This time the other three added their pleas to his.

So reluctantly I relented and slipped onto the middle of the bed.

Then before I'd barely even got rolled over onto my back,

Laura and Brad were each claiming one of my nipples in their mouth.

Sandra started kissing anywhere where there wasn't a hand rubbing me,

and Paul. Paul put a pillow under my bottom and filled me up with his

warmth.

It was so exquisite between all four of them, I swear I felt

like my body was being attacked by every side with pure waves of

pleasure. It lasted for almost what seemed like an eternity, and when

it started to end, I was sure it had only lasted a few seconds.

When it was all over I laid between Paul and Laura receiving

and giving kisses and gentle caresses. Time passed in a warm slow

contentment before Laura and Brad got up and left, only after

bestowing a whole new barage of kisses upon all three of us.

Then they were gone. Paul slowly got on top of me, and made

love to me again. Nice and slow and so very very gentle. Then he did

the exact same thing all over again with Sandra. When he was sure we

couldn't take any more he laid between us and pulled us close to him,

squeezing us in his arms.

Paul and Sandra had snuck away during the night to put out

their kids Christmas presents under the tree. When the three of us

were just laying peacefully together early the next morning Paul came

in excitedly with all the other kids proclaiming Santa had come. They

were also demanded that we get up.

I wasn't too excited about doing it but...after Sandra and

Paul had rolled out of bed smiling I had two choices. Stay in bed all

alone, or go down with them to partake in all the fun. So, I chose

the latter. I went to gather up my clothes that I'd left on the floor

but Paul'd pulled me away from them before I had a chance to even get

my panties on.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed?"

"Who said you could?"

"Paul! I can't go down nake..." I said before I noticed he

was.

"Naked," he finished for me with a laugh wrapping his arm

around my shoulders. "Come on, no one cares around here. Let's go."

"Paul, I don't know."

"Oh come on, it's not like anyones going to be staring at you,

besides me and Sandra, I mean. The kids won't care, trust me."

"Are you sure? I mean...."

"I'm positive Rebeca. There's only one thing," he said

seriously.

"What?"

"There's nothing down there for you I'm afraid."

"That's all right."

"But, we'll get you some presents later ok?"

"Paul, that's sweet, but it's not really nece...."

"I say it is," he said before kissing me on the cheek. "Come

on let's go down stairs."

I have to admit he was right, other than a quick once over by

their kids, they completely ignored my state of dress, although

everyone else in the room was in the same. I probably would have felt

foolish if I had of been the only one wearing any clothes.

Paul pulled me down on to his lap and gave me a kiss, before

gazing out at his off spring to see what they were all doing. Sandra

was under the tree on her hands and knees with her bare bottom

sticking out towards us. Her bare pussy(she had all of her hair

permently removed there) pouting for all to see, along with all the

little amounts of residue from our night of passion.

I cuddled against Paul as Sandra passed out the presents, it

was warm and cozy, and the whole atmosphere felt perfect. There was

even a holo-fire burning in a fire place. It was absolutely a perfect

Christmas.

The kids got a few love toys but most of it was all kids toys.

Lot's and lot's of toys. Toys that they all kept saying 'Oh! I

always wanted this!' or something to that effect.

Paul got a whole load of home made stuff from his kids,

everything ranging from a can covered in tissue paper to hold pens to

Sandi coming up to the two of us and holding out this note to him. A

note that the four year old was kind of shy to give him. He smiled

patiently until she handed it over, when he opened it infront of us, I

swear I was ready to swallow my tongue.

The note contained a promise of 'a whole night of love making,

redemable forever'. "I had help with some of the words," she said

shyly.

"Who helped you?" he said smiling down at her.

"Paul."

"Well, Paul and I are going to have to have a little talk

later, but right now why don't you climb up here," he said patting my

lap. Sandi quickly scrambled up onto my lap and promptly sat down on

me.

"Now you know honey, that that can't happen. But, I'll tell

you what..." he said looking down at her. She almost looked

heartbroken.

"What?" she replied solemnly looking down at her own naked

thighs.

"If you make this a lifetime of hugs and kisses, it'll be

perfect!"

"Ok Daddy!" she said smiling before standing up on me and

throwing her arms around Paul's neck and hugging him then planting a

great big wet sloppy kiss on his lips. "Want another?"

"Sure," he said grinning and she squeezed his neck again and

placed another slobbery kiss on his lips. "Now, why don't you go see

if there's anything else under the tree for you?"

"Ok Daddy." I kind of had to admire how he took care of the

situation, proving to me that he was a wonderful father. A wonderful

father for wonderful kids, I thought smiling to myself. I touched his

chin with my fingers and turned his head and kissed his lips.

"I love you," I whispered to him.

"Prove it."

"Prove it?"

"Yeah," he said grinning at me.

"How?"

"Make love to me."

"That'll be my pleasure, let's go," I replied after noting

that all the presents but one were out from under the tree.

"I mean here," he whispered kissing me.

"Here?" I asked shocked.

"Put your eyes back in your head first, yeah here."

"In front of...."

"Sure, why not?"

"But their only...."

"Come on Rebeca, don't you love me?"

"Sure I do, but...."

"Then come on," he said sliding forward and turning me on his

lap so that I was facing him straddling his legs.

"But..." I said looking around once more. Sandra was sitting

on the floor watching us, and so was Howie, John and Anita. Then I

saw Paul and Sandi behind the tree, he was on top of her and they

were...making love. I watched Paul loving his oldest sister until

Paul touched my face with his hand and gently turned my head back so I

was looking at him.

"Well?"

"All right," I whispered softly leaning closer and kissing his

lips before gently lowering myself down onto him. Then slowly I

started moving on top of him for everyone but the couple behind the

tree's amusement.

I couldn't believe how wonderful and exciting it was loving

each other in that room full of people. I kissed him playing with his

tongue with my own.

When I started to come around him and started to slow my pace

he started lifting me up off of him and thrusting up into me. I

gasped at first, startled by the action before I gave into it. Then

with one finally thrust into me he groaned as release took him. But

he wouldn't let me go crushing me against him crushing his lips

against mine, kissing me while he spurted his warm love inside of me.

I settled down against him revaling in the warm sensations of

him, only looking around a few moments later to find that no one was

watching us. That in itself completely shocked me. That we could

make love right in front of them and no one really cared.

After a few more long luscious minutes Paul turned me; so that

I was still sitting with his member inside of me but so that I was

sitting on his lap like I had been before we had got sidetracked.

"There's one present under here for you," Sandra said holding

out the present.

"But, I don't have anything to give you's in return."

"Don't worry about it," Sandra said smiling. "It's only

something that I came up with quickly. It's not much..." she said

giving me that package.

"What is it," I said trying to feel through the wrapper.

"Open it," Sandra told me.

"All right," I replied before tearing off the paper.

Revealing a banana underneath, a banana with the rough end bit off,

just like the one that she'd used to pleasure me with on our Prom

night. "I wonder what this if for."

"What do you think," she said smiling before getting up on her

knees and stretching towards me touching my breasts before her lips

closed over mine.

"I love it," I whispered before kissing her back, gently

rubbing the palms of my hands into her full breasts. "And I love both

of you," I added smiling.

"What would you think of staying here on a more permanent

basis," Sandra asked after glancing up at Paul.

"What do you think," I replied before kissing her lips.

"I don't know you tell us."

"It depends what you mean by permanent basis. If you mean if

I'd like to sleep in your bed and make love when ever I can with the

two of you I'd say yes," I told them before giving each of them

another kiss.

"What do you think Paul?" Sandra said looking up past me.

"I don't know," he said wrapping his arms around my waist,

then kissing the tip of my ear. "It'd have to be on a very permanent

basis."

"What did you have in mind," I whispered kissing his cheek.

"Would you...would you marry us?"

"Marriage? Your asking me to marry you's?" I gasped.

"Yes, that is if you're going to say yes. But your going to

have to be sure about it."

"What do you think Rebeca," Sandra said soflty.

"I-I don't know, this is just so...so quick. So sudden."

"Well, then, why don't you think about it," Paul said softly

turning my head before gently pressing his lips against mine in a long

sweet kiss. "Take as long as you want to think about it. But while

your thinking about it, why don't we go back up to bed."

"We should feed Anita and John first," Sandra said touching my

knee.

"We?" I said looking down at her.

"That is if you want to feed one of them. It'll mean all

three of us can go upstairs a little quicker."

"Ok, where's the baby food?"

"Not baby food Rebeca, Anita, John, come here it's time for

breakfast." The two of them managed to waddle over to us holding each

other's hands for support. It was so cute, and adorable, both of them

were just barely walking. John scrambled into Sandra's arms before

Anita could get there and she almost started to cry before she

motioned Anita to come to me. Anita looked at me and then all of her

symptoms of tears faded and she smiled at me.

I shifted uncomfortably on Paul's penis as she climbed up into

my lap. It was only after she was cuddling up to me that I noticed

that John was suckling from Sandra's nipple. And before I knew what

was happening Anita was latching onto one of mine. I was almost ready

to object and tell her I couldn't give her what she wanted when I felt

this sudden heaviness in my breasts and then Anita was actually

drawing milk from my breasts.

It was an amazing sensation, it went all the way from a little

painful when she nipped at my nipple with her little teeth to highly

erotic, which I was sure Paul could feel beneath and inside me.

When my nipple was sore from her suckling and I was sure I

couldn't stand anymore she took my other nipple in her mouth and

hungrily started suckling again. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her

in my arms I could only think about how I'd felt for the last few

years about wanting to hold my very own baby.

When I turned to look at Paul he was grinning watching Sandra.

Then he turned and smiled at me, then gave me a long warm kiss. When

I felt Anita break contact with my nipple I broke contact to look down

at her. She was staring wide-eyed up at the two of us.

I smiled down at her and she put her lips back around my

nipple and finished feeding. When she was done, both of my nipples

felt sore and overly sensitive. Paul kissed me again while Anita

snuggled closer against me sort of hugging me resting her little head

on my chest. Then she let out a belch that I would have sworn should

have come from someone more like Paul's size, rather than just such a

fragile little girl.

When I started to giggle a little bit over it Paul quickly

pressed his lips over mine to silence me, then there was another belch

from Sandra's direction. And when she said "Excuse me," I couldn't

help but laughing. Bringing Paul right along with me so that we were

both laughing.

The next few days were long cozy days, mostly spent making

love. It didn't matter where I was, if the mood caught either of

them, they'd strip me right on the spot if I already wasn't already

naked, and we'd make love. Sandra caught me in the shower, twice.

And Paul, Paul caught me in the living room, the kitchen, the dinning

room. The bathroom, the car, and the one that I loved the most was

when Paul and I went shopping at the mall on boxing day.

It was absolutely shameless, he'd rub up against me in the

stores and I'd encourage him by rubbing my ass all over his crotch

when ever he leaned against me. I teased him by taking alot of

advantage on the sales of lingerie. I led him into an adult love shop

and kept asking what do you think of this.

When we'd left it I'd bought a leather domineer's outfit. I

was in absolute heaven when he touched me, sending tingles all the way

down to my toes. Then he led me into a jewlery store and let me pick

out the engagement ring that I wanted. I was so happy I was almost in

tears. And when he picked me up and kissed me I couldn't help

releasing a few of them.

He wiped my tears away with his thumb and kissed the tip of my

nose. Then when we left it we went into one of the bigger department

stores and I got a hat and some stretch pants that I said I was going

to try on.

He waited with me while a sales woman finally opened the

dressing rooms. I just had my pants down around my ankles when the

change room door opened and Paul stepped into the small chamber with

me nearly filling it up.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I couldn't wait anymore for you?"

"Why not?"

"Because," he said softly cupping my face and turning me into

his lips. Giving me a kiss that should have been only taken place in

a bedroom.

"Don't tease me like that," I whispered back hoarsely. "You

shouldn't do it if you don't plan on following through and here we can

hardly do-anything about it."

"Who says," he whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around

me and lifted me up by my buttocks and set me down on the little

shelf.

"Paul!" I whispered harshly as his hands drifted up my bare

legs.

"God your beautiful!" he said smiling at me before kissing me

again.

"Oh god Paul we can't. Not here!"

"Why not," he whispered easing my panties off.

"Because," I whispered trying to keep it down from a moan as

his fingers drifted between my thighs.

"Because why?" he asked in a soft whisper as one of his hands

slipped up under my sweater and started caressing one of my breasts.

"Oh Paul, don't do this to me, not here!"

"Why not," he whispered leaving a string of kisses up and down

the column of my throat. I bit my lower lip to stiffle a moan that

was demanding to be set free.

"Oh God Paul...."

"Do you know how many times I've wanted to just be able to do

this," he asked pressing his lips against mine sticking his tongue in

my mouth the second I parted my lips. I knew I should push him away

that he was only distracting me, but I couldn't. There wasn't a fiber

in my body that would allow me to push him away.

"Your so beautiful," he whispered running his hands over my

bare legs, then gently he eased them apart taking a position up

between my legs kissing me.

"Oh Paul," I moaned reaching for him, undoing his belt. Then

another moment later his pants were piled around his ankles while he

eased himself even closer to me. Rubbing the head of his penis

against my vagina teasingly.

I tried to push myself against him to get him to comply

because the morning had weighed on me aswell but Paul wasn't buying

it. He was going to take his sweet time. He rubbed me with his index

and middle finger not going anywhere near my center.

"Paul," I begged him in a soft moan before his lips closed

over top of mine silencing me. "Please."

"Not yet sweatheart," he whispered back rubbing his hand over

one of my breasts trying to pinch my nipple through the blouse and bra

I was wearing.

"Paul please," I begged again.

"I want to make you mine," he whispered kissing my neck.

"Then do it," I moaned opening my legs a little wide

invitingly. He pressed his hardness against me, but it was so that he

was laying the length of his member over my entire vagina and not

moving towards me.

Then I felt his lips press tighter against my neck sucking

like he was giving me a hicky. A second later the sensation of his

teeth sinking into my neck joined the suckling. I moaned even louder

surprised at the pleasure of the experience.

It was like he actually slipped into my blood, his warmth, his

compassion, his love. It was so wonderful I just melted against him,

letting myself go entirely to the sensations. I didn't even realize

when he physically started making love to me. I just sat there and

enjoyed Paul's love making.

I responded to him as if we'd been doing it since the day we

we're born. (Not that it was the same day.) I wrapped my arms and

legs around him (or at least tried to, but I couldn't completely fit

my arms around his large muscular bulk.)

It was unbelievable how perfect he felt inside of me.

Cramming me full of his penis, but not so much that I felt

overwhelmed. I could harldy tell which part of me didn't experience

the orgasms he brought me to. Nor could I count them all. It was

absolutely perfect.

I gasped over and over trying my hardest not to scream out in

pleasure. Trying my hardest not to scream at the top of my lungs how

much I loved the man I was with. I grabbed at his mane trying to pull

him even closer than the way he was plastered over me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck squeezing him even tighter

to me gasping every time he plunged into me, over and over. His large

testicles pounding against my flesh below where we were united.

Then he groaned and leaned toward me pressing his hard chest

against my breasts squeezing me between him and the wall bring me up

off of the wooden seat as his wamrth pulsed into me. With each pulse

he grunted and quickly pushed himself even further into me.

I couldn't hold it back anymore as he thrust up into me one

last time, I screamed aloud as my final orgasm washed over me. A

bright light blinding me from seeing, a light that could only be

described as absolute heaven.

Then when it slowly dwindled away to reality, Paul's lips were

on mine, kissing me all over my face. I started kissing him back

catching his lips and drawing him into the deepest breath my

breathless lungs could handle. That's when it finally sunk in. The

pounding on the door.

"Paul," I whispered to him but he didn't stop kissing me.

"Paul!"

"What?" he whispered back his voice still hoarsly with lust.

"Somebody's pounding on the door. You better put me down."

"Oh, ok," he said startled when he did notice the pounding on

the door. That was when we noticed that the only way that he was

supporting me was with the big cock he still had stuffed inside of me,

like a hand in a glove. He put his big hands on my hips and lifted me

off of him setting me down on the floor. The second he took me off of

him I missed his heavy warmth inside me.

"What is it," I asked towards the door.

"Are you all right maam?" a man said from the other side of

the door, the pounding had stopped.

"Yes," I laughed. I couldn't help it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"It's just...."

"I'm all right. I swear!"

"Well, maybe I should wait here till you come out."

"No it's all right," I said looking at Paul and grinned before

kneeling down infront of him. "My husbands just out there waiting for

me."

"All...all right," who ever it was said just as I started

licking at Paul's penis, cleaning the evidence of our loving off of

him. 'Sandra will know of course, but we'd make it up to her, in

spades', I thought to myself letting out an even bigger smile.

Then when Paul had thought I'd gotten everything off that I

could he lifted me up and sat me back down on the wooden bench and

went ahead in doing the same loving act for me. It was absolutely

unbelievable the attention he gave me. So much so that I've got to

admit I did have one more small orgasm.

"I think I'll take these," I said grinning up at Paul picking

up the stretch pants.

"All right," he smiled back leaning down and kissing my lips.

"Have I told you lately that I loved you?"

"No."

"Well, I love you."

"And I love you too," he said smiling before letting me out of

the change room. A second later he followed me out, then when he

turned around to look back at our little temporary love nest he

started laughing.

"What?"

"You remember that guard that came in?"

"Yeah?"

"Look up there," he said pointing to a sign on the wall. A

sign that read 'Dressing rooms are monitored by security camera's'.

"He knew exactly why you screamed!"

"You mean they were watch.... Oh my God!" I said blushing.

"Probably, more than likely they still are a little. That guy

must have thought I needed some help."

"You never need any help...except maybe Sandra's," I said

softly.

"I thought I did quite well on my own," he replied grinning

and I could feel my cheeks grow even warmer.

"Don't worry about it Rebeca! We probably made their day.

God knows you put on a good start on mine. What do you say we go pay

for your pants and go get something to eat?"

"All right," I said softly realizing I did feel a little weak

and hungry.

It wasn't what I would have suspected he would suggest for

lunch. He took me to one of Dick's bar's, and I was even more

surprised by the actual amount of people spending the day after

Christmas in a bar. I felt so sorry for them. But I felt even

sorrier for Clark who was standing behind the bar trying to keep up

with the orders.

I didn't see Angela at all though, so I figured she must have

spent the day at home with the kids. The strippers that we're coming

out like it was a regular work day, but knowing the Carlson's, I had

no doubt that they were making more than their usual pay for the day.

Clark saw to us personally, and since it had been awhile since

we'd seen each other he only took our order after insisting that he

got to kiss me. And kiss me he did, he had his tongue stuck down my

throat and his hand fondeling one of my breasts before Paul decided

his brother had kissed me enough.

The only doubt that I didn't have about him was the fact that

he was quiet willing to accept me as one of the family. Then when he

was standing beside the table there was some hooting'ring and

hollering near the stage and next thing I knew Clark was sitting down

in the booth beside me watching the act.

It actually turned out to be a doule, and I was surprised when

I finally recognized Angela. The first thing she did when she stepped

out on to the stage was looked around until her eyes finally fell on

Clark, then she looked towards the back and acted as if she was

telling someone something.

She kept her eyes on Clark the whole time while she, as

seductively as possible started rubbing herself all over. Touching

her breasts, her thighs, making it as seductive and raunchy as

possible.

Another woman had come out during the middle of Angela's

caressing herself. Then Angela made it a point to look as shocked as

possible when she noticed the other woman at the end of the act. The

other woman looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her. But I did

notice, after a few minutes that she did look a fair bit older than

Angela.

The other woman told Angela that what she had just done was

nothing and then went ahead showing her and the rest of the audience

another routine, only this one, everyone started seeing a lot more

flesh. Not much it was just a peek at her bare breasts, and a little

more thigh than Angela had shown.

Angela not to be out done, took her top completely off baring

her large breasts to everyone, pinching and touching her breasts to

everyone's pleasure. Everyone in the bar seemed to start to get all

riled up like they wanted to climb up on stage with them, but neither

Paul or Clark looked in the least bit worried.

Only when one of the audience leapt to get up on stage and

bounced away as if he'd hit something invisible did I realize they

must have a sonic shield up between the audience and the dancers.

"Who's up there with Angela," I asked Paul in a whisper.

"Lorena, she's living with Angela and Clark. She has been

since a little after Jessica and Dad got married."

"You're Aunt?" I asked almost not sure I'd heard right.

"Yes," he hushed back. "Watch the show Rebeca, I think it's

going to get pretty interesting pretty quick."

"Count on it," Clark added not even taking his eyes off them.

Lorena was down to her panties and bending over vividly showing the

audience how well her rump had aged.

Angela showed anger to the rest of the audience and quickly

took her panties off and threw them at the sonic wall. Then by

appearances she started to masturbate. Lorena was quick to shed her

panties too for some of the attention and took up a place over further

on the stage doing the exact same thing, only rubbing her breasts at

the same time.

The men in the bar were almost frantic, and they didn't look

like they would get any better. After Angela noticed that Lorena was

taking some of her limelight, she quickly stormed over to her and

quickly started up a cat fight.

Most of the men were on their feet by the time the "cat fight"

had both of the women rolling around on the stage. Then the fight

started to look a little different, and it kept changing until I

finally realized that Angela and Lorena had actually started making

love to each other on the stage.

The men were wild with cheers as they watched the two women

move into a sixty-nine position and start eating each other out. Even

most of the few women in the place were cheering them on. I was

almost amazed that they had captured everyone's attention so readily,

especially Paul's!

I studied him for a few minutes not sure what I was feeling

about the whole thing. Then I decided on something. "Paul could you

let me up?"

"Why?"

"Please."

"If you want to go Rebeca we can."

"No I've just got to go to the...bathroom."

"All right," he said getting up. "Are you sure you know where

it is?"

"Yeah," I said softly before putting a little distance between

us. When I glanced back at him he was absorbed in the show all over

again. I figured if everyone was treating me like a Carlson, and Paul

and Sandra wanted me to be one. I might as well act like one.

So that's how I found myself coming out on to the stage from

the middle. The whole bar whooped even louder when they caught sight

of me. The second I got out on the stage I stuck my eyes on Paul to

see what his expression. It was total surprise.

Angela was the first one to look up at me from between

Lorena's thighs. And it was a hungry look. Then after giving me a

real good look over, I think it sunk in that we actually knew each

other and I wasn't a complete stranger.

Angela moved off of Lorena and Lorena looked a little stunned

for a second before she noticed me. Then I told them for the benifit

of the audience to "Watch how a real woman does it!"

Then I did exactly that, going in to the most passionate,

excrutiatingly lustful strip tease that I could do. One that I was

positive that I could never do again. I showed off every single

square inch of my body, and achingly slowly at that. But I did it so

that I only noticed that I was only stripping for one man. A man that

had his eyes completely glued to me.

"Now that's how it's done!" I told Angela and Lorena and the

audience broke up into wild hoops and hollers again.

"Now it's our turn to show you how something else is done,"

Angela said grinning before kissing my right thigh and running her

hands up the inside of my leg. Lorena after a quick glance at Angela

took up on my left thigh, and started copying everything Angela was

doing.

A few blurry moments later my legs were spread wide on the

stage for the audience with Angela between them fiesting on me while

rubbing herself. Lorena had quietly planted her own pussy on top of

my face and I was quite contentedly engrossed in her.

That was at least until Angela pulled away from me totally. I

couldn't believe that she would pull away from me so coldly like she

did. Then a second after Lorena got off of me too. The feeling of

loss was so much of a shock I lost my senses completely for a second.

When I finally realized what was going on I was already

scooped up off of the stage. And only when I was tossed on the bed

upstairs did I finally see who had torn me away so quickly from the

other girls.

Paul was grinning down at me unbuttoning his shirt. "You

really are something aren't you," he said dropping his shirt on the

floor to take off his pants.

"Did you like it," I asked softly almost in a whisper hoping

that he wouldn't dislike what I'd done.

"Of course I liked it, how could I not like it," he said

before quickly losing his underwear then crawling up the bed on all

fours till he was over top of me. "But you surprised the hell out of

me when you got on that stage."

"But it was a good surprise, right?"

"A very good surprise," he said grinning before leaning closer

and kissing me. "Very good." Then he kissed me again, lowering

himself a little closer to me so that his chest was pressed against

me. But always never enough to hurt me, he was always so gentle.

"Your so beautiful," he whispered brushing butterfly kisses

all the way over my cheek. In response I wrapped my legs around his

waist and signaled him that I wanted him. Slowly and ever so gently

he lowered himself more so the tip of his penis was just touching my

pussy lips.

"Paul you're the one that's beautiful," I whispered back

kissing his lips. Cautiously he pushed forward slipping himself into

me, starting with very slow careful strokes. "Especially when you do

that," I added in a moan.

Slowly with every stroke he eased himself more and more into

me, until I finally had him completely inside me. He was so big, he

was hung better than a horse, and he was built like a bull, with the

mane of a lion running down his back. And the stamina of a bunny.

Especially when it came to loving.

We spent what seemed a life time making love there before he

laid down beside me wrapping me up in his arms cuddling me, just

brushing kisses into my hair.

A few moments later I rolled over on top of him and slowly

slid down until I had taken him entirely inside me again. I wrapped

my arms around his chest and my legs around his pressing my face into

his chest before looking up at him. I was almost two heads shorter

than him, and I felt like a little kid laying on his chest.

But a very happy kid. "You know we're going to have to spend

a fair bit of tonight showing Sandra what she missed."

"I don't think she's going to settle for being showed what we

did today. I think we're probably going to have to spend the entire

night proving to her that we didn't forget about her.

"Rebeca?"

"Yes," I asked softly looking up at him.

"Are you happy?"

"How couldn't I be," I said before kissing his chest. "I'm in

bed with the man I love."

"But are you really happy staying with us?"

"Paul if I wasn't would I have jumped out of that stupid box?"

"No, I-I guess not."

"Paul we've wasted nearly fourteen years to finally be like we

are now," I said wiggling my hips to get his attention at our union.

"I don't want to waist another minute with you and Sandra."

"Are you sure," he asked brushing my hair back with his

fingers and the only answer I gave him back was sitting up on him and

started riding him. Making love to him until he knew that it was

exactly all that I wanted.

When we got back home Sandra was giving Sandi and Howie a bath

trying to show them some new positions to love each other in. We made

our presence known to her enough for her to know that we were back

before heading into the bedroom to make love again.

Half an hour later Sandra came in and quickly stripped out of

her clothes while Paul and I both watched her. "Did you two have a

good day," she asked quietly climbing onto the bed.

"I think we got everything she wanted," Paul said softly

squeezing me a little while waiting to see which one of us Sandra

chose to go to first.

She grinned at him and then turned her smile on me as she

moved towards me. I smiled at her and parted my legs, trying not to

moan as she kissed her way up the inside of my thighs. Dragging her

large breasts over my skin until she settled herself down licking and

pawing at my center. Teasing me with every caress.

I clamped my eyes shut trying to hold back from screaming out

in pleasure. Then when I lost the feel of Paul beside me I opened my

eyes to watch him move behind Sandra and part her legs while lifting

her bottom up by her hips. Then without a seconds delay he thrust

into her. I could feel it all the way down as he pushed her into me.

It was unbelievable the amount of pleasure three people could

share. The old saying "Two's company and three's a crowd" is a

complete farce when you know that kind of loving. I could only take

so much of Sandra's tongue work on my pussy. When I'd taken all that

I could I lifted her head up and she looked up at me with her lips

glistening with her saliva and my juices.

I guided her up till she was laying down on top of me and Paul

was still trying to keep up thrusting into her as we started kissing.

Then he started taking turns thrusting himself into each of us. He

had us both screaming for him to finish us off in only a few minutes.

Our kissing had almost come to a complete stop because we

couldn't concentrate long enough to get any where close to each

other's lips without moaning.

Sandra raised herself up off of me screaming into the air with

a look of so much pleasure on her face it was almost unbelievable.

Then she collapsed ontop of me panting, trying to catch her breath.

Before she'd even pressed her breasts against mine again, Paul was

thrusting viciously into me.

With each thrust I let out a little scream made of both

pleasure and pain. Then Sandra, relieved of her tension started

kissing and licking my lips again as I tried to gasp around her

darting tongue.

Then Paul pulled himself all the way out rubbing himself

against my vulva before taking the plunge again forcing a grunt from

between my lips. At least before Sandra covered my lips with her own.

I never would have imagined the heights that Paul could bring

me to. Not even when I'd watched him make love to Sandra so many

times before. Then he withdrew himself again, this time when Sandra

and I were rocked it was her that let out a gasp.

Paul kept it up all night long. Pleasuring both Sandra and

me. I was always amazed that any man could have such stamina to be

able to keep up with satisfying two women as needy as Sandra and I

were in bed.

In fact he was so good, that he had both of us exhausted

before even showing a sign of weakening. Sandra and I were laying

together when we realized he was ready to for one last round. But we

were both so close to passing out already.

But since I was the one on top, I automatically got picked for

the last round. Paul lifted me up off of Sandra, our pussies giving a

soft smack as the viscosity of our juices broke.

Then he set me down on my hands and knees. Sandra grabbed a

couple of pillows and stuffed them under me for support. But I wanted

to be looking at him when he came so I turned over and laid down on

top of the pillows, both of them raising up my entire backside so that

I was positioned just at the right angle.

Then he grinned down at me touching my knees with his hands

spreading them apart before he teased me with the head of his cock.

Then after a few moments of both of us moaning he finally thrust into

me.

His hands locked around my hips pulling me back against him as

he thrust forward into me. The world was lost to me as I reveled in

the pleasures of him. Then with one last scream from me and a grunt

from him we both came one last time.

His liquid love filling me all the way up to my soul before he

collapsed ontop of me. I kissed him and gently caressed his face

until he'd gotten enough strength back to get off of me and roll

between Sandra--who was already asleep--and me.

Once he got us both pulled close to him dawn's early light was

just coming in through the windows. In a warm cozy haze I slipped off

into a peaceful contented slumber.

Only awaking a few hours later to be loved one more time by

Paul before he went into the bathroom to shower. I drifted off again

after cuddling up to Sandra who had been given the same precious love

that I had a few minutes earlier.

When I woke up a little bit later it was to be the receipient

of a wonderful tongue bath. I didn't even bother to think about it, I

just enjoyed it keeping my eyes closed to revel in the pleasure of it.

When my pleasurer moved over top of me pressing her breasts

against mine and then kissing me I opened my eyes. Only, I didn't

find exactly what I thought I would. Instead of finding Sandra ontop

of me I found Laura.

I glanced over to the side where Sandra had been and found the

bed empty. "She's downstairs feeding Anita, and supervising a small

orgy. She thought that the two of us could maybe have some fun. She

wasn't wrong was she?"

I looked at her not sure what to think before finally coming

to a decision. "No, she wasn't." Laura gave me a quick smile before

leaning closer again and giving me another kiss.

The day before New Years eve, I woke up first still wrapped

around my side of Paul, and when I tried to extract myself, I only

woke him up.

"Where are you going," he whispered pulling me tighter to him.

"I was going to get a shower."

"I'll join you," he replied smiling. I couldn't help but grin

in response. So after he--more carefully than me--seperated himself

from Sandra we both went into the bathroom.

He lifted me up kissing my lips while he moved us into the

shower. Then when I leaned over to adjust the temperature Paul

kneeled down behind me and pressed his lips against my pussy. I

barely managed to get the temperature set while he kissed and licked

and fingered around my entrance.

When I'd finally gotten the shower started he wouldn't let me

up. Instead I got to lean against the wall for support.

A little bit later, his hands gently carressed up the outside

of my hips, until he had them firmly holding me from moving around. A

moment later his touch disappeared from my entrance. And when I

turned to look back and see what he was doing he was just starting to

rub the head of his monsterous penis over me.

Then very gently he eased it into me. Slowly filling up every

last single inch of my insides. His hands started gently moving up my

sides carressing the sides of my breasts then when he pulled them back

he pulled me with him, pulling me onto his shaft even more.

He did that until I was nearly screaming with pleasure. Then

when he slid his arms up my sides this time instead of pulling me back

against him he lifted me up. So that I was in a standing position,

only my feet weren't touching the ground. And the only way he was

supporting me was by his heavy prick.

His arms slithered over me, one coming up to caress my breasts

while the other one dove, and found my clitoris. I sighed and moaned

and squirmed in Paul's loving arms, surrendering myself to all the

pleasure of being with him entailed.

His lips kissed and his tongue slithered over my neck until he

started sucking on it. Then I felt him sink his teeth into me, just

like he had in the change room. And it felt equisite getting even

closer to him.

Then he did the same thing on the other side of my neck,

kissing and sucking and then slowly sinking his teeth into me. I

tried my best to stay still but the pleasure was almost unbearable to

take stand still, so I couldn't help rocking around on his cock.

He groaned as he gave my neck one last kiss. Then he lifted

me off of him completely. I quickly turned around to see why he'd cut

it so close. "Don't pout," he whispered backing me into the shower

wall. "Were not done yet." Then he touched my thighs and I parted

them for him while he kneeled a little bit to position himself between

my legs and then he stood up, lifting me up off the floor again.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him trying my best to hump

back against him, but he had me so close to the wall I could barely

move. But he did, boy did he. He was carrying me well over the edge

before I even had a chance to see it coming.

"I love you Rebeca," he grunted thrusting into me one last

time, spilling his love inside of me.

"I love you too," I sighed back leaning into his neck. "You

know something."

"What?"

"I don't think I've had as much fun in the shower before," I

laughed before kissing him again.

"Well then, let's consider it only the first of many," he said

smiling before backing off so he could kiss my lips. Only before he

did he looked into my eyes, then he grinned even more and I got a more

passionate kiss than I had expected.

When he finally set me back down on the floor he went about

lazily washing me. But he did an amazing job at it. Then I returned

the favour, smiling as I kissed and touched every inch of his body.

"Well, I guess we should call an end to this, we've already

gone through so much water."

"I guess," I replied softly, watching as he shut off the water

before we left the shower stall.

"Besides, the sooner I get back to work, the sooner I get to

come home and enjoy tomorrow's day off. Where do you think we should

spend it?"

"I've got a few ideas," I said grinning up at him before

kissing his chest.

"And I'll bet Sandra's got a few of her own too."

"I hope so."

"Oh, I guess I should tell you so it's not a surprise."

"Tell me what?"

"Angela, Lorena, Clark, Dick, and Samantha will be coming over

tomorrow too."

"You mean like Christmas eve with Laura and Brad?"

"Yes. Lauara and Brad would come too, but, it's there day of

the year."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that's the day of the year that the two of them

spend alone togther."

"Do you and Sandra have one?"

"Yes, it's our birthday."

"Do...we have one?"

"I don't know," he said grinning. "Do you want one?"

"Yes."

"All right, then what about this one. The day you jumped out

of that box and told me that you wanted to be my love slave?"

"That'd be perfect," I said smiling before pulling myself up

to kiss his lips.

"That is, if you want to stay," he said softly after we'd

stepped out of the tub and he'd started drying me off.

"Of course I want to stay!" I said looking down where he was

kneeling infront of me drying my feet.

"Does that mean you'll marry us?"

"Paul, I would have thought you would have already guessed the

answer to that. Of course I will."

"All right, when?"

"Well...when do you want to?"

"As soon as possible."

"That's fine with me," I said smiling, before he picked me up

and spun me around in a hug.

"God I love you so much!"

"What's going on," Sandra asked standing in the doorway.

"Well," Paul said setting me down, "Rebeca's said yes."

"Yes? To what?"

"Do you remember the question we asked her on Christmas?"

"Paul, I asked her alot of questions on Christmas. What are

you grinning about?"

"What was the big question we asked her, together?"

"You mean..." she said turning wide-eyed at me. Sleep totally

gone from her face.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's...that's wonderful!" she shouted before wrapping her

arms around me and kisssing me. "I'm so glad! This is going to be

wonderful! You won't regret it, I promise."

"I don't want that kind of a promise. All I want, is your

love. And your's too Paul! Because I love you two both so much!"

"Well, you've got it!" they both said together.

"We should celebrate," Sandra said excitedly.

"I can't, I can't take today off, when I've got tomorrow off.

Besides, Rebeca and I have already kind of celebrated a little. But

you two go ahead. I'll be home right after work though," Paul said

giving us each a steamy kiss before leaving the bathroom.

"I hope your well rested beacause I'm going to give you a day

to remember," Sandra said giving me another kiss pressing herself even

tighter against me.

"Shouldn't we save some energy for tomorrow though?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Everyone coming over, ring a bell."

"You know about tomorrow."

"Yes, Paul just told me."

"Are you sure you want to be in that," Sandra asked stepping

back away from me a little.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, because tomorrow's going to be a lot less controlled

than when it was with Brad. This is Clark and Dick were talking

about, and if you're there, they're going to want some time inside of

you. Maybe even giving you some of their seed."

"They wouldn't just let me be with Paul?"

"No. We'll proably form some sort of a line. All us girls

getting a turn at the guys before they go on to the next one. You

don't have to Rebeca, but you can if you want, you are part of the

family. A complete part since Paul took you."

"What?"

"You haven't noticed, today you're nearly completely one of

us," she said turning me towards the mirror, and sure enough instead

of one pair of glowing golden eyes there were two.

"Well, then, I guess there's going to be one more woman in

line this year," I said looking back at her.

"Good, there's no sense you missing out on the fun. But I'm

going to have to teach you some things first."

"I think I know how to be in an orgy Sandra, it's not that big

of a deal."

"No, not that, things like how not to get pregnant."

"I can get a bio-implant by tomorrow."

"No you're not. We can control our fertility."

"What!"

"Well, you see...."

By the mid-night the next night I was entangled in a mass of

limbs, and naked bodies, and it was only beginning to die down.

Sandra, Lorena and Samantha were both already curled up with each

other asleep leaving Angela and myself alone with all three of the

men.

I was on my hands and knees with Dick deep down my throat, and

his strong hands squeezing my tits. At the same time Clark was

pounding into my pussy from behind tightly gripping my hips so I

couldn't move away, like there was even a chance of me going anywhere.

Angela let out a squeal of delight and I couldn't help but

pull Dick's cock out just to get a look at Paul on top of her ramming

his big cock into her warm sweet pussy. The sight of it just made me

all the more anxious to reach another orgrasm. I turned back to

Dick's cock and started sucking on it with gusto while bucking backing

onto Clark's cock.

I'd never done anything like that night in my life, the most

number of people that I'd ever spent time in a bed with was two, Paul

and Sandra, and Sandra and Laura. Seven people in a bed was something

else entirely.

But even as I collapsed to the bed exhausted an hour later

cuddling up against Paul, I knew that I would be very loved for the

rest of my life.

I was married into the Carlson family about two weeks later,

in a complete Carlson ceremony, including the hunt if any of you are

curious, and I've got to admit making love to Paul after that was

thrilled me right to the core.

Our honeymoon lasted about a week and a half, with Sandra

joining us after we'd had the first day all to ourselves. And for

almost the entire time I wasn't left alone for more than ten minutes

by the two of them.

When ever one of them got tired, the other took up the slack,

and then they switched. By the end of it all I was so exhausted I

slept for nearly three days.

Now it's a couple of months later, and Sandra and I are

expecting to become mothers soon (mine and Paul's child). I'm happier

than I've ever been in my life, and I don't think there will ever be

an end in site, and that makes me all the more happier.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Sandra and I are anxious to tell

Paul and he's just coming through the door, so bye for now.

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