Chapter 3
"I still don't see how you can stand to wear such things, Mistress," Pasha said again. "Now THIS!" She held up a thong bikini obviously about three sizes too small for her. "... is what we should be wearing!"
Bill chuckled as Father once more rolled his eyes. Since this had become a major shopping effort on the part of the females of the group, Bill and Father got to push carts while the girls attacked the clothing section of the local super Wal-Mart with vigor. Chuckling at her, Trina took her hand and led her over to the underwear isle where she held up a pair of lace, see thru 'boy shorts' to Pasha to gauge whether they would fit the girl.
After filling one cart, and half filling the other, the girls finally took the men into the men's clothing area. Susan began hunting for clothes for Father, while Trina and Pasha took charge of getting Bill outfitted. By the time they made it to the shoes, Bill was wondering how they were going to pay for all of this, and looking around for another shopping cart.
Twenty-three hundred and seventy-two dollars and at least two hours later, Bill and Father, assisted by Pasha and Trina, and morally supported by Susan, loaded all the bags of clothes and other stuff into the back of Susan's old ford station-wagon.
"Where are we going to eat, Mom?" Trina asked.
"Let's go home to unload and get changed into decent clothes first, but I was thinking of going to The Hammond. I think a celebration is in order. Uh, can you and Pasha eat human food?" she asked Father. "I know we got the box, in case of emergency, but we didn't get you any food."
"We prefer raw meat, but we can eat human food as long as it's not overcooked or too spicy," Father replied.
"The Hammond it is then. We can order yours 'rare'." She started the car and pulled out.
Bill had her pull over at a convenience store so he could get a soda. Susan followed him in, and bought a pack of Middleton's Black and Mild cigars and a lighter. Bill got waters for Pasha and Father, while Trina and Susan wanted Diet Pepsis. He grabbed a regular Pepsi for himself and juggled the bottles up to the counter. When the young girl behind the counter asked Susan for her ID, Bill chuckled, but looked closer at his mother. She didn't look like she was in her late thirties anymore; in fact, she looked to be in her mid twenties.
As they walked back out to the car, Susan handed him the cigars and the lighter.
"Thanks, Mom. Uh, how come you look so young right now? With your hair pulled back in that ponytail, you sure don't look thirty-something. You look more like my date than my mother."
"Why Billy! Are you asking me out? I'd be happy to go on a date with you!" Her eyes sparkled as they arrived at the car.
Bill forgot the question as he lit up one of the cigars. "Wow, these are pretty good. I figured they would taste horrible."
"They don't smell as bad as I thought they would either. Let me give it a try, brother," Trina requested When he handed it to her, she took a long pull, inhaled and immediately started coughing.
"Sweetheart, you're not supposed to inhale it, only take the smoke into your mouth then blow it out. That way you get the flavor without all the hassle in your lungs," Bill explained.
The look she gave him was priceless. "You could have told me that before!"
Dinner went well, though Bill and Trina were having a hard time concentrating on the food. Bill sat between Susan and Trina, with Pasha beside Trina and Father between her and Susan.
Father, who was the only one not directly involved in the tickling, groping, and general mischief of the 'younger' people, simply watched in mute amusement. The bill for the meal was given to him, and the look on his face was priceless. A laughing Susan took the bill and dug out her credit card before handing it back to a patiently smiling server.
On the way home, Bill asked Susan to stop at a grocery store for dessert. He went in alone and shortly returned carrying a brown paper bag that he held on his lap, refusing to let anyone see what was in the bag. With everyone sitting in the living room, he asked Trina to help him as he dished up the ice cream he had gotten.
Father was appalled at Bill and Trina serving him and Pasha, but Bill silenced him with, "Father, we haven't decided whether to accept your 'bonding' or not, so that makes you guests. We are simply treating you as we would anyone else."
Then Father saw what was in the bowl. "Uh, I think I should warn you that this confection has certain effects on us."
"Oh?" Trina asked as she handed a bowl to Pasha.
"Yes. While it isn't actually an aphrodisiac, cream has some rather special connotations to us. Now combine that with the amount of sugar in this, and... well, it's going to be a long night."
"Long night?" Bill asked, almost afraid to know the answer.
"Yes, Great Lord. If you and the ladies do not wish to 'have' Pasha, some poor fool, or fools, will most likely be taken on the ride of their life tonight," he answered, chuckling as he watched Pasha first sniff, then completely forego the spoon, and shove her face right into the bowl.
"You mean... But isn't she your... Uh, what about you?" Bill asked, beginning to wonder what death by fucking will feel like.
"Oh, I'll try to do my part, and the ice cream will help, but I'm just one old cat, er man. Things don't work as well, nor last as long on me. No, it'll be up to you, unless you would prefer her to go out to... hunt."
"Uh, well. None of us have actually been together yet, I was hoping to make the first night special somehow, but I can't see forcing Pasha away. What do you ladies think?" Bill asked.
Trina looked up from her ice cream and smiled. "I think we can keep her occupied somehow until Mom and I have had our turns with you."
Susan took off her shirt, took some of her ice cream and put it on her nipple. "Pasha, I seem to have gotten some ice cream in my nipple," she said innocently. "Do you think you can help me with this?"
Pasha, who had ice cream on the end of her nose and chin, looked up at the blonde. With eyes full of lust, she immediately looked at Trina for permission.
Trina giggled and nodded her head. Susan rose and extended her hand to the Egyptian beauty. "Come with me back to my bedroom and you can help me with this. Father, I might need your assistance as well."
Pasha took the offered hand and Susan led her and Father back to her room, leaving the siblings alone.
"I'll put the dishes away and meet you in the bedroom," Bill offered.
"You better not get lost, buster!" Trina said with a mock-stern voice.
Bill gathered the empty dishes and headed for the kitchen as Trina headed for the bedroom.
Bill rinsed out the bowls and put them in the dishwasher, turned it on since it was full, made sure the door was locked, and headed for the bedroom himself. When he opened the door, the vision on the bed took his breath away.
Katrina had spread some candles around the room and lit them. She folded the blankets down (when had the comforter been replaced?) and was lying nude on the bed facing the door. It was a sight that would have given a statue an erection. Bill wasn't a statue, but he felt like part of him had indeed turned to stone.
"Trina, I thought you were beautiful before the changes we went through; now however, your body matches your soul. You have to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Bill told her.
"Come over here, Billy. I'm not a woman yet; I need you to make me one." Trina held her hand out to him.
"Are you sure? I mean, sweetheart, the way you look now, you could have any guy you wanted. You don't need to settle for your brother. You know I'll love you no matter what."
Trina smiled at the young man as he slowly took his clothes off for her. "Billy, for the last three years, there hasn't been any other boy I've even had an interest in. You are so far above those others that they are not even in the same league with you. It's not settling, love; it's a dream come true."
He lay down next to her and heard a moan so loud it was almost a scream coming from the rear of the trailer. "I think our kitten is enjoying her treat!" Bill said with humor.
Trina wrinkled her nose and giggled, "I think our mother is enjoying it more! I never suspected mom of being bisexual!"
"Neither did I, but you have to admit, our lives have really changed over the last two days!"
She leaned up to him, begging his lips. He obliged her. When they finally broke the tender, loving kiss, Trina said, "... For the better, my love, for the better." She pressed her lips to his again, but this time there was more urgency, more heat, and much more passion. She pushed him over onto his back and threw a leg over him. Still kissing, Trina straddled Bill and was gently rubbing her very wet pussy on Bill's very hard cock.
For his part, Bill was having difficulty not firing his first load of the evening all over him and Trina. Her smooth vaginal lips stroked him softly, yet with an intensity that felt better than his mother's mouth earlier.
Trina slipped a hand between them, still not breaking that wonderful kiss, and lifted his thick shaft to her entrance. As she began to press downward, she felt the tip of his shaft part her lips, pressing against the thin flap of skin that was her maidenhead and stretching it until it felt as though she would scream from the pain. She knew this part was going to hurt. The dual of tongues paused as she thrust herself down firmly, forcing his shaft to enter her, tearing through the offending barrier to enter her vagina and make her truly a woman.
She froze. The stinging pain in her abused pussy was incredible. She had heard a kind lover would allow her time to recover and adjust to having a cock inside her. She had also heard the pain might not abate enough for her to achieve orgasm this time. It didn't matter to her at all. She finally had become Billy's lover, and that's what she really wanted. She knew that she would have many orgasms later. This night was for them to consummate their relationship.
Bill felt her push hard onto him. It felt like someone was trying to force his dick into a soft, wet keyhole. He felt her barrier break and a couple of inches of his shaft push into her very tight passage. She stopped while Bill fought his instincts to push and remained very still. He knew she must be in pain, since breaking the hymen was supposed to hurt like hell. The first two or three inches of his cock felt like someone had it in their fist and was squeezing it. Trina was very tight. Again the urge to push began to surface and he held still for her. She would move when the pain let her move. When her hymen broke they broke their kiss, and Trina laid her head on his shoulder. He reached up and gently caressed her hair while she adjusted to him.
Amazingly, the pain did decrease a little, enough where she could try to get more of his (gods it felt huge!) cock into her. She pushed a little more, and then pulled up some. Gradually, she worked more into her, but it felt like he was getting bigger the more she got into her. It was starting to feel pretty good, but with the pain she was just uncomfortable enough that she knew she wouldn't be able to achieve orgasm. She looked at Billy. The look of bliss on his face and the love in his eyes was more than enough to make up for the pain. She kept working his shaft into her stretched pussy. She felt his hands on her hips and he started helping her. After a couple of thrusts though, he moved his hands up, held her tightly to him, and rolled them over onto her back.
Bill tried to help, but she just didn't seem to have the leverage to pull herself down onto him. It occurred to him that maybe she wasn't really enjoying this as much as she looked like she was. Maybe if they rolled over, so he could kiss, caress and nibble on her, she might start to enjoy this more. After all, she pretty much jumped on him without any foreplay or warm up at all. Yes, she had been wet, and in fact still was (though Bill suspected a good portion of blood was mixed in now), but Bill thought a woman should have some kind of warm up to the main event. So he held her close, and rolled them over. With him on top, he could thrust better, and it was easier to kiss her and lick those wonderful breasts.
He began by not thrusting any more. Instead, he kissed and nibbled the side of her neck and slowly trailed kisses down to her wonderful breasts. She moaned in pleasure as her brain figured out what he was doing. Bill's soft lips and tongue traced hot paths down between her glorious breasts. He slowly circled one, then the other, without ever quite making it to the very hard nipple on the top. Though he didn't actually have any experience with women, his new memories provided some suggestions, and from Trina's reactions, they seemed to be good ones.
Finally he traced a slow circle around her left nipple as he very gently began to push at her stuffed vagina again. He pulled back, almost all the way out before pushing back into her. He sucked the wet nipple into his mouth as he pressed his shaft into her, and she seemed to almost shudder at the sensations. He repeated the trick again and noticed that he had gained almost an inch in penetration. She was noticeably wetter down there and Bill only hoped it wasn't from blood. He switched nipples and, without losing the slow rhythm they had established, continued making love to his sister.
His lips on her nipples felt so good! The tender way he made her feel so loved and cherished by taking over when she began having difficulties was almost more than she could take. The pain in her abused pussy seemed an almost distant memory when she felt him push against her. When he pulled back she almost cried out and grabbed for him. Then he stopped and as she felt him begin the journey back, this time with a lot less pain, she understood. She had been too quick, too desperate to have him inside her. The pain was still there, but it was muted. The feeling he was generating in her warmed her, and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm.
She could feel him pressing against her cervix now, and it pushed her farther into the orgasm. She knew it wouldn't be the earth-shattering, make you pass out kind that you read about in those cheesy on-line stories, but it would be an orgasm. She felt the touch of her lover's mind in hers, and he shared his feelings, both physical and emotional, with her. The flood of love and the feelings of her tight sheath on him almost pushed her into orgasm right then. Her heart swelled as she realized how much her brother really did love her, not as a sibling, but as a woman. His woman, she noticed with some perverse pride. He considered her off limits to any other males and would be deeply hurt if she took another male lover. She was his, and he felt he was hers, though he had much the same feelings for Susan, their mother. He didn't seem to mind Pasha at all; it amused him to watch the precocious feline laying claim to Trina. In the back of his mind, he knew that he would have to service her as well, but certainly didn't want to add more females. She felt she should remind him that one more would be added soon when this Carol that the cats spoke of arrived. But now was not the time for that.
His thrusting was wrenching her mind back from his; her orgasm rolled over her as she felt his semen shooting into her, washing over her cervix and entering her womb. Would she, could she, get pregnant? Memories surfaced; no, she wouldn't get pregnant unless she wanted to. Her body had instinctively hardened the outer layer of her eggs to prevent insemination. When she and Bill chose to have a child, she would have to prevent her body from doing this.
Bill held her tenderly, keeping his weight off her but still managing the loving cuddle. His cock was still buried in her, but she was starting to feel the pain again. He was softening after the orgasm, but it was starting to hurt. Bill felt her pain and slowly withdrew his shaft from her. He rolled to his side, but held tightly to her. He kissed her again, tenderly, and whispered, "I love you."
She smiled as she snuggled into his chest. "I love you too, husband," she said softly.
He pulled her tighter to him when she said that, but reality broke his bubble of illusion. "Trina, I would love for you to be my wife, but you know we can never marry. We're brother and sister."
"Bill, as soon as we can afford it, you will buy a ring for me. I will wear it proudly and be your wife. I'm pretty sure Susan will as well. Our society won't allow us to be married, but a marriage is what we have in our hearts. You seem to forget that we are different looking people now. No one except mom and the cats know we are related. If we could get different IDs we could even legally get married. But I really don't give a rat's ass about the legal system. I want to wear your ring. I would like you to wear mine, and if Mom agrees, she and I can pick out a ring for you to wear. I am your wife, in here," she touched her breast, "where it matters."
He smiled, he felt the same way she did, but hadn't thought that far ahead. He did have a problem understanding his feelings about Trina and his mother. Was it right to have two wives? His memories said there was nothing wrong with it, but he had been raised in the Christian society of normal humans. Trina was his sister, and Susan was his mother. How could he not only love them, but also want them as his wives?
"Billy, you are going to need to settle this in yourself." Trina's words reminded him that she could hear his thoughts. "We can't answer those questions for you. But also try to remember that we are not going to be the only ones you are going to have to love. There is Pasha, who needs you, at least in the physical sense, and don't forget this Carol person the cats told us about. She wants to be our body slave. I don't know if you understand what that means, but — trust me here — it does involve sex... a lot of sex. I know you don't want to share me, but you're going to have to accept the other women in our family at least, and our family has grown, my love. We've gone from three to six overnight. That'll take some getting used to. We are going to have to learn to share. I wish I would've known about the cats. These damn memories we got are next to useless. We don't seem to be able to remember what we need, when we need it."
She pulled back from him a little. "Sweetheart, as much as I would love to stay here in your arms for the rest of the night, I need to take a shower and wash off some of this blood before it dries."
For the first time he looked down and noticed that they both had blood on them. Not a lot, but it was mixed with a larger amount of rapidly drying cum. He noticed that there was blood on the sheets also. "I'm glad we got more sheets and blankets for this bed; this sheet needs to go in the washer before that blood stains it."
Trina chuckled at him. "It's already stained. Help me get it off and we'll put a new one on. I'll get this one into the washer and join you in the shower."
Loud screams of pleasure could be heard from the back of the trailer; however, neither of the siblings could tell who was making the noise. Grinning, they got up, stripped the bed, and want back to the bathroom, where the washer and dryer were. Trina took the sheet to a sink and ran cold water over the stain. Bill went to his mother's door and peeked inside.
Father had returned to cat form and was curled up on the dresser with a good view of the activities on the bed. He immediately noticed Bill at the door, and seemed to smile. On the bed, Susan, wearing a strap on that Bill didn't know she had, was vigorously fucking a screaming Pasha doggy style on her bed. Bill felt his cock twitch and begin to harden once again. Watching two beautiful women fucking apparently had that effect on men.
Bill felt someone nudge him from the side, and he moved over to let his sister have a look. "Oh!" he heard her softly moan, and guessed that the sight had a similar effect on her as well. He felt her hand wrap around his hardening tool and she gently stroked him back to hardness. She whispered in his ear, "Let's go get that shower. If they're still going at it when we're done, I'd love to watch you with one or both of them."
He turned from the door and followed her sexy ass into the bathroom. "What about you? I know that turned you on as much as it did me."
"I'm still pretty sore. Don't worry, if I get too horny, I have a tongue and I have a pretty good idea how to use it. Come on, I want to see if I can remember how to give head."
The look that she turned on him as she said that would have given him a record hard on if he hadn't already had one.
The thrill of fucking another woman with a strap on was driving Susan to another orgasm. Pasha had licked and sucked Susan to two orgasms while Father was hammering his hard cock into Pasha's pussy. Susan finally pulled back because she got too sensitive.
She watched as Father and Pasha fucked. Pasha seemed to be enjoying it, but she also didn't seem to be cumming. Father, however, was close. As he increased his depth and speed he drew back his right arm and slapped Pasha's ass hard. The girl immediately shrieked into an orgasm right along with Father. It was a strangely erotic sight to Susan. Father was done, but Pasha didn't seem to be coming back down.
"I'm afraid you'll have to take over for me," Father said, looking at Susan slowly stroking her pussy as she watched. "I'm done. She will keep coming if you keep stimulating her. Every now and then give her a painful shock: a slap or a pinch on something sensitive."
Susan got a grin on her face as she remembered she had something in her 'toy box' that she had always wanted to try. She pulled it out from under her bed and removed the strap-on dildo. After putting it on and pouring lube on it, she climbed on the bed as Father moved away from Pasha. The girl kept fucking the air, as if there were still a cock buried in her small cunt.
Without any preliminaries, Susan placed the end of the rubber phallus at her opening and pressed forward, hard.
Pasha, who had been starting to lose the constant seeming orgasm, again moaned deep in her throat and fucked back at Susan. The jerky movements and shudders indicated she was still coming.
"How long can we keep her coming like this, Father?" Susan asked.
"That is a good question, My Lady. Until she collapses in front of you is the only real answer. It varies; Carol once fucked her for four hours before she finally pulled away. I don't know how Carol could keep going that long; I was really impressed."
Pasha's writhing seemed to be abating, so Susan leaned forward and pinched her left nipple, hard. Susan held the nipple tightly and Pasha cried out and resumed her shuddering and deep moaning, louder now.
"I'm getting tired now, my Lady. If you don't mind, I'm going to return to cat form and curl up on your dresser to watch," Father said. He didn't really wait for her reply as she looked over and he was already in cat form and circling the top of her dresser to find a nice place to lie down.
Susan looked down at the fake cock entering Pasha and could see her winking asshole. That gave her an idea, and she reached around and under to slide her thumb into her own dripping cunt. Resisting the urge to continue fucking herself too, she brought her hand back around front and thrust her now slick thumb into Pasha's super tight asshole.
The girl began screaming and shuddering in ecstasy, her torso rose up off the bed, and she moved her arms to the headboard so she could fuck back at Susan with more strength. Susan pulled her thumb out to grasp Pasha's hips and pounded into her. The girl seemed to be over the top because she just kept going; her orgasm didn't seem to abate at all.
Into Susan's mind came an image of a woman with dark brown hair and wonderful body, fucking the writhing girl with a strap on. The girl was on her back and Susan could see the end of a butt plug below their joining. As her point of view slowly moved up the lovers' bodies, Susan could tell that the girl getting fucked was Pasha. Nipple clamps had been attached to Pasha's beautiful, nipples and the silver chain that connected them was being held in the woman's mouth. As she watched, the woman would lean back, pulling the chain, which in turn pulled the nipple clamps, causing Pasha to scream in pleasure that the pain caused her. The woman doing the fucking was obviously having small orgasms too, as Susan watched her tense up with a small smile on her face every time Pasha screamed.
Unconsciously, Susan adopted the same rhythm that the woman was using as she continued to watch the erotic scene in her head.
Pasha reached back to bring one of Susan's hands forward to her breast. She reached back with her other hand and drew the remaining one forward as well. Susan got the message, and firmly grabbed the girl's nipples. Because of the awkward position, Susan accidentally fell forward, pulling Pasha's chest back to the bed by her nipples.
Once more Pasha screamed in orgasm as the pain in her chest thrust her back over the top. Susan hadn't noticed that Bill and Trina had entered the room. Nor had she felt the bed shift as Bill got on. So she was surprised and highly aroused as she felt a hard cock pressing against her soaked lower lips. She turned her head to see her son smiling back at her.
"Hi Mom, want some help?" Bill asked.
"Oh gods, Billy! Just shove it in me. I'm so fucking horny right now. Come on, fuck your mother hard," Susan cried. "Trina, could you please get under Pasha and help me keep her going? Bite her clit every now and then; not hard enough to draw blood, but close."
Trina had gotten on the bed too, but was staying back a ways since she didn't want to get in the way. She had a pleased smile on her lips. Her smile grew when she heard her mother's request. She got on her back and pushed her way under Pasha, who raised herself to make room. This had the side effect of placing Trina's dripping pussy well within reach of Pasha's mouth. Pasha, smelling something very appealing in close proximity, bent to lap at Trina.
Since Susan was bent forward enough for easy entry, Bill did exactly that. He pushed his thick cock right into Susan. She was tight — not as tight as Trina had been — but nicely snug, and she gripped him as he entered. She was forced upright a little as Trina crawled under Pasha, but Bill could still remain in her sheath. He began with short thrusts, since he couldn't penetrate her as deeply in her current position. However, his cock was rubbing her 'g-spot' on every stroke and she started cumming almost immediately.
Below her Pasha suddenly stiffened in a massive orgasm and let loose with a loud but muffled scream as she ate Trina's pussy. She pulled away from Susan's fake cock to grind her pussy onto Trina's mouth.
Pasha licked Trina from top to bottom, and then slowly stuck her tongue into her tight hole. Along with cum from both Trina and Bill, there was still some blood from Trina's ripped hymen. Upon tasting this, and before anyone knew to stop her, she immediately sucked as much as she could and swallowed it, only to lick and suck for more. It was enough, for Pasha felt the bonding take place in her mind as stars exploded in multi-colored bursts of light before her eyes. She was slowly loosing consciousness but that didn't matter; Katrina has her human, now and forever.
"Pasha!" Father yelled as the girl lost consciousness. He had changed form again and was reaching to pull her away from Trina, but he knew it was too late.
"What?" Bill asked, shocked at the sudden surprise. "What's wrong, Father?"
"Pasha is now bonded to Great Lady Trina. I should have known better, and warned you not to let her taste your blood," Father explained, looking down at a scared looking Trina. "For what it is worth, Great Lady, I could tell she truly wanted this." He turned to the other two to explain. "For us to bond to you, we must taste of your blood. Trina, who must have bled when you took her virginity, Great Lord, must have still had some blood in her vagina. Pasha swallowed it, and now she's bonded to her. The only way to break that bond is in death, and even then it may not break if Pasha outlives her Mistress. If that happens, Pasha will follow her into death, so strong is the bonding."
Susan and Bill momentarily forgot about what they had been doing, but Susan reached down to stroke his shrinking cock. "I guess that answers the question about our bonding with you. But I had the impression that both of you would bond with both of us, though I would prefer it to include Mom as well," Bill said.
"Well, that was the plan, though the more people we are bonded to, the less strong the bond. With your permission, Great Lord, I believe that I should bond with all three of you, though Pasha should bond with you and Great Lady Trina only. The love involved in the bond would serve to compliment the love you have between each other now," Father explained.
"You have to taste our blood?" Susan asked hesitantly. "Does it have to come from my..."
"Oh no, my Lady! Normally, we would make a small cut on your left breast, over your heart, and simply lick the blood up. By getting the blood the way she did, though, I believe Pasha will be deeply in love when she wakes up," Father sighed. "Virginal blood has a deeper effect than normal bonding. It hasn't happened very often, so I can only tell you on memory. Pasha will kill with but a word from her Mistress, without remorse or regret."
"That's kinda scary," Trina said. "Doesn't she have any free will left?"
"You can't really look at it like that. Yes she has plenty of free will; she simply believes that you are her whole being. She will do anything for you. I used that example to show to what degree the bonding has most likely taken place," Father explained. "She stirs. Great Lord, Great Lady, please do not be angry with her; it would crush her spirit utterly at this point. She would fall into a deep depression and eventually kill herself."
"M-mistress?" Pasha asked groggily.
"Shh, Pasha," Trina said. She had crawled out from under the other girl during the explanations, and was currently holding Pasha to her chest. "Please - from now on, call me Trina. You are much more than a mere servant to me."
Pasha clung to Trina like her life depended on it, but the look of utter bliss on her face dispelled the frightening thoughts of enslavement that Bill and Susan were feeling.
Bill smiled as he watched his sister and Pasha. "It's been a very long day. Mom, why don't you and I go back to our room, and let Trina and Pasha have tonight together?"
Susan nodded in agreement, but was also smiling at the pair of nude girls. She got up, took the strap-on off, and followed Bill out of the room.
"I don't mean to spoil this for you, young one, but you need to change back soon. The Great Lady can still hold you while you're in your natural form," Father said, and then followed Bill and Susan out of the room.
"This is a sweet thing you are doing for your sister, Billy, but I don't really feel right sleeping in your bed. This spot belongs to you and her," Susan said.
"Not really, Mom. It belongs to all three of us. Tomorrow night we will all sleep in here together. We both want you to be a part of our relationship, if you want to be. We seem to have developed feelings for you that have little to do with you being our mother." Bill smiled, "Truth be told, you look much too young to be our mother anyway. I think perhaps it would be better if you were our lover instead."
"Well, I've been manipulating my appearance to look younger, so I could help you better by fitting in. I've been thinking of altering my looks as well, since people do know me, even looking younger." Then what he had said registered. Her face lit up and she looked into his eyes with hope. "Lover? Did you say you and Trina wanted me as a lover?"
"I believe Trina actually used the term 'wife', but yes, lover would be a part of that." Bill tenderly put his arms around her and pulled her against him. She was shorter too, he noticed. "Of course, you would have to agree to it."
He had to stop talking then because a very happy Susan attacked his mouth... In her usual fashion, she used her whole body in the kiss. Her lips and tongue were pressed against Bill's, but her body was also pressed tightly against his.
She maneuvered him around so his back was to the bed then, breaking the kiss, pushed him onto the bed. "You are going to get so lucky..."
Bill raised himself up and made room for her on the bed. He pulled her onto the bed and lay her down in the center. He began kissing her neck softly, then using his teeth to lightly nibble at her flesh. Susan groaned in pleasure, so he moved slowly down over her collarbone to her chest, still only lightly kissing and nibbling. He had positioned himself so that his lips were all that touched her.
She was panting as he reached the top of her right breast. He circled the hard little nub and started back down to cross the valley to its twin. He repeated the circling, and when he started the journey back across to the other side, Susan began wiggling, trying to get him into contact with her sensitive nipple. He ignored her attempts and continued worshiping her breasts. She was moaning constantly as he neared the right nipple again. He left a wet trail close around the small peak, pulled back slightly and blew across it. Susan moaned loudly at this suddenly cold sensation and tried to push the cold nipple into his warm mouth. She instinctively knew that using her hands would spoil the game, but if he didn't suck her soon...
He was suddenly on her left breast again — repeating the exact performance he had done to her right nipple, and Susan braced herself for the cold shock of his breath. Instead she felt his soft warm lips suck the little rock into his mouth. She yelped out and groaned. A small orgasm exploded in her belly causing her to quiver in delight. 'Damn, he's good at this, ' she thought to herself. 'Just like his father.' Then she remembered that he had been given the memories and wondered briefly if he had been able to access this skill from there. It didn't matter; it was Bill making love to her now, not John.
Momentarily, she felt a pang of guilt. She had loved John, but he was gone now. Bill and Trina were her future. Besides, John had never been this good at 'playing' her. She felt that was exactly what Bill was doing: playing her like he would the guitar he had in his closet. Yet without any practice this boy — no, he was most defiantly a man — was playing her like he was a master creating a symphony.
The 'Master' was currently kissing his way down Susan's belly to her mons and the downy soft strip of blond hair she had. He had wanted to kiss and suck her pussy since the night he saw her fucking herself on her bed. He stopped long enough to pull her soft hair with his lips, making her wiggle. He continued down to the bare labia below. Keeping his tongue in his mouth, he gently kissed the whole area down to the curve of her ass cheeks. She spread her legs wider, and he stuck out his tongue. He slowly traced the cleft of her sex from her puckered asshole up to her prominently erect clit, which proudly standing out from under its hood. He circled it, not touching, then retraced the path to her ass. She was soaked from his earlier sucking on her breasts and this sensation only served to bring forth more moisture. She had a different taste than Trina had. Susan was less sweet and more tart, but none the less tasty.
On his journey back up, he pushed his tongue into between her now wide-open lips and into her tight passage. She gasped and thrust her hips against his face as he began to slowly fuck her with his tongue. From her moans and irregular breathing he knew she wasn't going to last long. When he thought she was about ready to explode he pulled up and sucked her hard little clit into his mouth and ran the flat of his tongue over it.
Susan was almost to her peak when Bill suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth. That shot her over the top and slammed her into orgasm so fast that she couldn't even remember the orgasm beginning. She screamed out and arched her back, digging here heels into the bed beside him. Abandoning the no hands rule, she grabbed the back of his head and held him to her pussy as her world exploded.
Bill sucked her clit as she thrashed around on the bed. As she started to calm down, he pushed a finger into her tight hole and gently thrust it into her, rocketing her back into the stratosphere. He let go of her clit then, since she seemed to be getting sensitive there, but kept his fingers slowly moving back and forth inside her. Gradually, she calmed back down, and her breathing returned, somewhat, to a normal pant. He pulled his fingers from her and leaned forward to lick her again, but she stopped him. "No, get up here and make love to me with that wonderful cock of yours. I'm too sensitive for your tongue right now."
Bill let himself be pulled up, and without reaching down to align himself, he felt his cock at her entrance. He looked at the lust in her eyes, but there was more; there was love and admiration and many things he didn't know how to read. He slowly pressed in, all the time looking into her eyes. Her sparkling eyes widened a little as he entered her; then he realized that they weren't sparkling, she was crying. He could see no pain or hurt in her gaze so he continued to slowly slide in. Finally he felt the small ring of her cervix softly pressing against the head of his shaft. He simply held still, trying to tell this woman with only his eyes how much he loved her, desired her... needed her.
Her eyes took on a slightly familiar look; he suddenly remembered seeing much the same thing in Pasha's eyes just a few minutes ago. Utter love and devotion mingled with joy and happiness as she closed her eyes and kissed him passionately. Neither had moved yet, but he felt her pussy contracting and pulsing around him in a very pleasing way. She started shaking like she had before when he gave her an orgasm. It kept building and building and her shuddering got stronger and stronger. She was stroking his cock inside her pussy to the point that he shot his load into her womb. She forced him past her cervix, and he groaned in release.
The emotions running rampant through Susan coupled with the slow, loving way that Bill slid into her brought her to one of the strongest orgasms she had ever felt. It wasn't from physical stimulation, though there had been plenty of that; it was the unbridled love she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. The tender way he touched and caressed her. His love for her had given her this feeling, and it was more than she could have ever dreamt of. It kept building and building until she once again exploded. This time her vision was lost in the bright lights and rush of feeling. She screamed aloud in utter final release. She felt Bill's semen enter her, and had to stop herself from the almost automatic action of making sure she was fertile.
When awareness of their surroundings returned to her, she had found
that Bill had rolled them onto their sides. He was still inside her,
but he had fallen asleep in her arms. It had been a long time since she
had felt such love for a person. Briefly, she felt a twinge of guilt
about Trina, but very quietly in her mind she heard her daughter say,
"Just wait until we can be together, my love. Then you'll know that
there will always be the three of us, together. Sleep now. Tomorrow
will bring its own troubles. But we will face them together. I love
you."