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 Foiles a Deux

   Before the Menage' Trois, and Tetra-tet, we start with the simple Binary
System.  Like 2 stars, or say Pluto/Xaron, they're far enough out to be
relatively left alone by the more massive objects in the system, nor the
complex chaotic interactions of gravity in space-time.  That should do it
for the astrophysical (And Mythological) allusions, but I'll get back to
them periodically for context.  This is how you have to think about them,
as simple bodies, rotating around eachother with only a single force to
bind them.

   When the truth is Co-dependance is vastly more complex than Gravity, and
Momentum.  Subjects even now, centuries after Newton, and Kepler, we're
still puzzling about how Gravity actually works.  Despite the fact that
it's infinitessimal compared to the mysteries of emotional attachments, and
that's just with a 2 body system.
:

   2 Piece (Gg)

   I met her over the summer, not at the pool, but by it.  I took a dip,
and got out, cooled off I fixed my top, and borrowed a towel.  "I'm gonna
go play, mom."

   "Okay," she kissed my wet hair.  "Angel."

   So, I grabbed my flip-flops, and she picked her book back up.  She was
still finding her place when I reached the gate, and looked to unlock the
latch.

   "Wow!" I stopped, "Neat bikini!"

   "You like it?" I turned back, and pulled back the piping around the
seat. Still damp, it stretched flat, then hung down, but she looked up.

   "Mhm!" From the front, the 2 triangles clinging to my chest like a
sweaty training bra.  "I only got a one piece." I looked down, back up, at
her in a teeshirt, and shorts.

   "You wanna try it on?"

   She frowned, "I don't know, you think it's fit?"

   I shrugged, "One size fits all, see?" I held out the tye, on the side of
my hip, "I can just tye it tighter."

   "Okay!' she grinned excited.  Wide, and bright, showing all her teeth.

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes.  "Come on."

   Away from her perfect little kiddy teeth.

   "I live over here."

   I followed her.  "You have your own room?" To get naked, in private. 
Yeah, it's a nice suit and all.  I never had another bikini before, but
really it was as good an excuse as any to get her naked.

   "No, but my brother's out.  With dad."

   "Oh, good.  Then I can have," her.  "I mean, we can have, the house to
ourselves?"

   "Yeah," she opened the gate.  "Let's go in back."

   "Yeah, okay."

   She's cute, and you know.  It's about time I got a girlfriend.  Boys are
all right, I guess, but they're still a little behind.  I'm finally going
to start middleschool next year, so all the ones I know are still so
little, and.  You know, no girls allowed?

   Well, let them play their games, I don't care.  I'm just so horny now,
and she likes my suit.  So she says, but I wonder how she likes what's
under it.

   That's all it is, about sexy clothes.  Like a bikini, or underwear.  Why
I like them, they show off my body, now that I'm getting one.

   I remember, why it was only a year or 2 when i had that cute innocence,
and curious interest in clothes.  It's sexy, okay?  I'm not going to deny
it, she's sexy in a way that only a little girl can be to me.  I don't care
what you think, only about what she might.

   Seeing me naked, "In here," on the porch she turned the knob, and let me
in, tucking the key back in her shirt, hanging from the string around her
neck.

   "Close the door."

   I pulled the bows on the sides first, slowly felt the wet loops leak,
and wring out the pool water, before they let go, but my eyes were on her
face.  I could almost feel her excitement, her eyes on the front of the
suit, then my crotch when it fell away.

   "Better take your shorts off, first."

   She covered her mouth, looked up, and giggled.

   ;

   Jesse {Now, these are the real girls, their real names, and discovering
their roles through experimentation.  Just to separate the natural
confusion that follows in the next chapter.  (3 Body Problem)}

   "Himhmhn!" She's hairy!  And the tops poked out, that's what I ment by
they wouldn't fit me.  I don't got them yet, but I will, some day.  I could
see them, her nipples looked so big.  Bigger then my eyes, as wide as they
could go, then she took her bottoms off.

   "What?"

   I pointed, "You've got hairs!"

   "Oh," she looked down, "Yeah." She felt them with her fingers.  They
were wet, and spread like fuzzy wings.

   "I like them."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah, they look neat."

   "Well, I don't.  I just, shave my legs, but.  Nh?"

   "Hihihn!" They felt wet, and.  Scratchy?  Scratchier then I thought. 
They would.  "Oh, sorry."

   "It's okay, you can touch me."

   "You can hang them up, on the dryer there." I pointed.  "Both of them."

   "You want me to take this off too?" I looked up from her butt, she
pulled the strings under her hair, so i pulled the tails from the bow on
her back.

   "You got boobies, too."

   "You like them?"

   She turned around, but didn't cover them up.

   I nodded, "there neat." Especially the nipples.  "Can I feel them to?"

   "Of course!  I'd really like that, but you want to go in your room, to?"

   "Oh yeah," good idea, "No telling when mom, or dad might come back." I
showed her, and her flip flops flapped behind me.  Following me, naked
except for the flip flops.

   I had a naked girl, in my room!  I wish I had a sister, to share my room
with instead of my stupid brother.  "Huh!  Can I touch them now?"

   "Go right ahead."

   "Hihihn!" I poked one, then the other.  "Why's this one hard, and that.
Oh." Now it's hard too.

   "They get hard, when you touch them."

   "Oh, huh!"

   "Mh!  Hmmm." She nodded, "Yeah, that feels good."

   "It does?"

   "Yeah, when you touch them like this?  Hhhhh!  Really good."

   "Oh good," she likes it.  "They're fun to play with."

   "Yeah," she took a breath, "I know.  I ply with them all the time."

   "I can't wait," until I get them.  My own start to grow, I hope my
nipples get big, and pink, and hot like these.  "Mine get hard when they're
cold, or wet, but.  Howcum yours feel hot?"

   "Because you're turning me on?"

   "Oh!  Hihn!  Good.  Um, you ever play with.  Your." I looked down, and
blushed.  Bit my lip.

   "Pussy?"

   "Mhm?" It's so hairy!

   "Yeah, that feels even better.  Uh.  You got a shower?"

   "You want to take a shower?" But she's already wet!

   "Yeah, to get the pool water off?" She nodded, "It tastes pretty gross."

   "Oh yeah." I sniff, "You smell bleachy, too."

   "Yeah." She looked around.

   "Oh, in here." I showed her.

   ;

   Minnie (FFGg Talk)

   I heard them, come home, and braced myself.

   She didn't even notice, I don't know whether she was distracted, or. 
"What are you doing here?"

   "It's my house." Now, "Snh!"

   "Oh mom!" she ran over, and hugged me.  "What's wrong?"

   "We should go."

   "No, mom." Angela held her hand.  Didn't move, but looked around. 
Noticed what was missing, or at least part of it.  "What happened?"

   "Huh!" I hugged my daughter tighter, and wiped my eyes.  "This is
private.  You can go."

   "Well, we have something to talk about, too.  Sit down, mom."

   I've never seen her like this.  She looked, empty?  Just nodded, and
took a seat.  Across the room.

   "Come here, Jessica." I reluctantly let her go, didn't want to lose her
too, but she took her hands, and bent down to kiss her.

   My daughter.  "Hihn!" Sighed, and relaxed.  In her arms, and hugged her
back.

   "We're lesbians."

   "I see." Looking over at her mother, who avoided my eyes.  "It's all
right."

   "Of course it is," she took another chair, and pulled my daughter, down
in her lap.  "We know about you too."

   "Oh, we're not lesbians." I shook my head, "She's just been helping me,
through the divorce."

   "You are getting a divorce." My daughter.  Just said it, I think to
herself.  To admit the truth when honestly the writing was on the wall for
quite some time.

   "Huh!" I looked over, at the empty side table.  The dust, I couldn't
bring to wipe up, broke down crying instead of getting a rag.  The Pledge,
to clear the lines from the picture frame.  "Your father.  HhuhH!  Snh, he
left.  I couldn't stop him, but.  He took the boys, too." I forced my eyes
open, afraid to shut them too long.  Just blink, shortly enough to squeeze
out the tears, and wiped my lip.  The salty wet snot, I took another
tissue, and cleaned it off my fingers as well.  "Snh!"

   "Did Donny tell you?"

   I just nodded, and tried to swallow the lump in my throat.  Choking on
it.  "I caught them, together." My oldest, and.  I could barely bear to
think it, what I let happen, for all this time.

   "With his daddy?" I shook my head.

   "Well?" I looked up, but Angela was staring at me.  Interested, just
curious, but so intently.  Intensely, I had to look away.

   "His." I took a deep breath, "Huh!" And let it out.  "With his brother."

   Before church, my eldest, and my youngest.

   "Having sex."

   I was upset, and I yelled, but he told me.  They both told me, who they
learned it from.

   I never thought.  Well, I had my suspicions.  Of course, our marriage
changed.  After 17 years, it happens.  I thought it was normal for a man to
lose interest.  "How could I be so stupid?"

   "Oh, mom." She came back to me, and we cried together.

   "Huh!" Angela rolled her eyes.  "Well, as rhetorical as that sounded, in
a word, Denial." Hard to believe, coming from a 12 year old, but she's
always been so bright, straight As, and outgoing.  I was just happy when
they became friends, she took my little girl under her wing, and even.  The
fact that they're now lovers doesn't bother me.

   At least they aren't sisters.

   "You didn't want to know.  Right mom?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Of course not.  Huh!  In case you're wondering, how I know so much
about this, because it happened to me, too."

   "What?"

   My daughter, spoke up, first.  "Incest." Without hesitation, so quickly,
she didn't even think about it.  "Her mom molested her, too."

   "I;"

   ...

   The silence went on far too long, but I certainly didn't know what to
say.  This was all too much to handle, even before they showed up.

   "Go on.  Mom.  What's wrong, you run out of excuses?"

   "I'm.  Sorry." Now, she was crying too.  Great, I was going to run out
of kleenex.

   "Just like grandma?"

   "She didn't!"

   "Well, she tried.  Started to, but then I stopped her."

   "How?"

   "I said I'd tell."

   "Oh."

   "He molested me too."

   I hugged her.  "Your father?"

   "No, just Don.  He molested me, and Bobby.  That's how I found out."

   "Oh."

   "Could I have some of those tissues?"

   "Of course."

   Venn {If you already looked up the diagram, you don't have to again, but
let me point out that it's 4 spheres.  Not circles, in 3 dimensions so that
as they come together the edges eventually touch eachother's centers.  A
"Love triangle" is basically an oversimplification, because it's too
complex to keep track of the entire sexual polyhedron at once, but as I
started with Foreshadowing, I'll complete the circuit by flashing back to
an earlier conversation.  I skipped, to avoid "Spoilers."

   Casting Notes: Minerva Davenport would probably be played by Alex
Kingston residual British accent, and all.  "It's complicated..." ~T.  Dr.}

   "Huh!" I rubbed her back.  "You want to talk about it?" She shook her
head.  "It might make you feel better."

   As she had, made me feel so much better, about the strain of her
marriage.  The sex was great, but really.  I think I love her, so much it
hurts me to see her in so much pain.

   "It was like a nightmare," she lay back down, and I held her.  Wiped
away her tears, and waited.  Kissed her too, but finally.

   "Take your time."

   "I woke up in bed, and.  At first, I didn't know, what was going on."
She distracted herself, feeling my body.  With her hands, my breasts, and
my midriff.  Down to caress my pubic hairs.  "I was like a kid again, a
scared little girl, and I had forgotten, everything I know.  Now, about
sex." I closed my eyes, even as her fingers felt down, deeper, and bit back
a moan.

   "Mhm?"

   She didn't tell me.  She didn't have to, but I drifted off.  Not to
sleep, her lips on mine, her breath on my cheek, and her fingers slowly
stroking.  Then faster, and faster, I felt it.  She showed me, and I could
empathize for her.  I didn't have to ask, but for a moment, I felt it too.
What it must be like, to be a little girl, waking up, and.

   "HhHhHhH!"

   Molested, in bed.

   I couldn't ask then, she kept me silent, held my breath, and tongue in
her mouth, but I didn't have to.  I knew then, she was molested, as a
child. It explained a lot, about the way she touched me, and it's not like
a nightmare at all.  Not for me, more like a dream, but later even when I
could.

   She lied, said it was "Just a dream."

   She never could admit, who did it to her.

   I just assumed it was a man, but she didn't even say "Her fingers."

   "Mommy?"

   "Hm?" My daughter, snapped me out of it.

   "I love you."

   "I know," even her little hands, on my breasts.  I looked down, and
thought to stop her, but didn't.

   I made a choice then, to let her.  Show me, she said it, "I love you
too." In my lap, sometimes there are no words.  To express how you really
feel.  It's not enough, just to say it.

   At some point, you have to show them, how you feel.  So, I kissed her.

   "Hihn!" She sighed, in her mouth, just like she had for Angela.  The
first time, I saw them kiss.  Moments ago, but it felt like a lifetime.

   She was growing up, Angela, but my daughter wasn't.  Not yet, but she
smiled.  Didn't bite her lip, but the pure look of joy, despite the tears
wetting her bright cheeks, the look in her eyes.  The love so powerful, I
could see it.  She got up, and I let her go.

   "Let me show you."

   To Angela.

   I wasn't losing my daughter to her.  I had gained a lover, in her
mother, and everything she said to me came back in a flood.

   "First, you have to get rid of the boys."

   She nodded, and came to me.  Back in my arms, on my couch, in my house.

   It finally felt like, more than a home, but my house.

   I was so helpless, powerless, but now I could feel a little control over
my life.

   Now that I had found love.  True love, with a beautiful sexy woman, and
our Daughters.

   "Hihn!" Kissing again, but unlike before, they started undressing.

   So, I turned back to Casey, and started with her blouse.

   ;

   Cassandra (Not necessarily the same one, but the same Complex.  In a
word, Plantacy is how sexually motivated criminals prepare for our crimes.
So, it's like a Prophecy, on the thought experiment, to come up with the
perfect way to achieve Emotional Release.  Satisfy the urges, until the
next time...

   And prepare yourself to make it even better, which drives Escalation. 
Addicts, need a bigger, and bigger fix, so eat cool-off, we plantacise a
bigger fantasy.  However, it almost never goes exactly as planned, and like
the eponymus Complex, we're rarely believed.  After all, it's "Just a
Fantasy..."

   FFGg Incest, Maternal.  Tetra-tet is what I call a Menage' Troi, only
with 4 Bodies.  Somewhere between a 3some, and an orgy, though as always
the boundries overlap.)

   "Huh!"

   "You want to swap?"

   "Mothers?" Jesse' jumped up, giggling excitedly.  "Yeah!  I love Sandy,
she's my favorite!"

   "Oh!" my heart melted, but I believed it.  My daughter lied to me,
manipulated me, but I was grateful.  For one thing, it was self defense,
but for another it worked.  She did what she had to do, to pull me out of
my bottomless pit of lies.  Denial, and secrets, she just used lies against
mine.

   "I'm so proud of you," but seeing her, with Minerva.  "Huh!" I looked
down, took Jesse's shoulders.  "You remember, what we talked about?"

   "In the car?" She nodded, and frowned.  "Which one?"

   "Turn around," I grinned, "Let me show you."

   "Goody!" She bent over, and flipped her skirt up.

   Giggling, excitedly, I suppose that was just one more thing.  I'm
discovering, what all I didn't think about, but you know now that they said
it.  I could see it, in the pale gap between her buttocks.  Squeezing them
together to the seat of her panties wrinkled between them.

   Like breasts, just like breasts, and I was starting to understand.

   "Hihihihn!" Remembering her face, buried in my chest.  Her tiny hands,
groping, and squeezing them together, around her cheeks.  Her hot breath
over my heart, beating fast, and hard.  Thundering in my ears, even as my
daughter shook the face in Minerva's top.

   "Snh!" Her hot underpants, slipping around my nose.  Not a hint of
filthy smell, but I know it's dirty.  Just like I knew all this time that
molesting my daughter was wrong, I couldn't help how it aroused me.  Just
seeing her in her underpants, for years before I could bring myself to act
on it, but now she was growing up, and I had a little girl of my own.

   Minerva's daughter.  "Oh Jesse'!" Slipping the hot cloth down her red
flushed cheeks, and kissing her back.  Lower, her cheeks splitting around
my chin, and lapping at the bones.  The saltiness of her sweat, and feeling
the point on the end.  Of her spine, then deeper.  And deeper to her hot
pucker.  Spasming with her giggles, clenching, and relaxing, sticking the
point in between, and only making her laugh harder.

   "Hulalowl!" Swirling it around, and "Snhhhh!" Taking a long deep breath
to smell her ass.  "Huh!"

   "Ihihihihn!"

   "Oh Minnie!" I could look up, over her squirming back.  Still intensely
aware of the tiny little hole, kissing at my tongue, and the tight muscle,
hardening, then going soft, to let my push it in.  Deeper, and deeper. 
"LlLlLlLh!" Fuck the muscle in, twitching like an orgasm, but never ending.


   "Oh, Angel!"

   Watching her, my daughter, taking my lover, now that I had another.  Her
mother, and her daughter.  Even as I learn to give he pleasure, instead of
selfishly teasing her.  Pleasing her, the way she likes it, but she doesn't
mind.  me, lapping down to split open her smooth hairless, poreless, soft
puffy pussy, and wiggle it around her opening.

   Her scar, healed now from my fingers, and the echoes.  Of the past, my
recurring nightmares, No, mommy!  Quit it, I don't like it.  Please stop, I
don't want this!

   "Huh!"

   I loved her, I still do, she's my mommy.  Even though she hurt me, raped
me, made me break this poor innocent child, and the guilt.  I don't know
what's wrong with me, why that just arouses me further.  Even as the tears
trickle out, but I don't open my eyes.  Try to avoid what I did.  Their
screams, both of them.  "Huh!"

   "Hihn, hihn.  Hihhhhn!" She caught her breath, so I licked back up.  To
her pucker, tickle it with my tongue, and make her giggle.  Spasm
breathlessly, and squirm, but she likes it.

   I love it.  I swear, I never even began to imagine how this could even
be sexual, much less so sexy.  "Oh god, your ass is so sexy, Lnh! 
LhnlLlLlLnh!"

   "Hihihihn!"

   But I'm not going to hide from it.  Even as I give her what she wanted,
I'm not going to run away from the responsibility.  For what I did, raped
them, and got off.  Fingered myself with her blood, just like my
daughter's, just like my mother did.

   This stops now.  That's no excuse for doing it, and lying about it. 
Telling her I had to, so she could have sex.  Then Jesse, why I would have
done it again and again, without giving it a second thought.  That's how I
did it, how I could do it again, and sleep at night.  Even with the
nightmares, they didn't stop me.

   I have to, stop it.  Now.

   I can only hope my daughter won't keep doing it.

   She's right, we do need to talk about this, but not right now.

   No, that's.  No?  That's right?  I don't know, I'm confused, but I think
so.  Now's not the time, but I won't put it off forever.  I swear, let this
be a test, then.  Miranda, I have to tell her.  Right after this, but.

   I'm in the middle of an orgy now, so I can't.

   I can't wait.  I'm actually looking forward to it, but until then.  Let
me collect my thoughts.

   I'm just not used to thinking about it.

   I probably just need more practice.

   ;

   Miranda (This conversation also overlaps in time.  I just can't write in
3rd person omniscient, even if it would be more efficient in this instance,
which is why I alternate narratives.)

   "HIHIHIHN!" My little girl, any reservation that she didn't like it was
immediately drowned out by her delighted giggles, and it was infectious. 
Like this, whatever it is.

   'you want to talk about it?' I whispered, in Angela's ear.  She likes to
talk, and don't ask me why, but I feel like I can, confide in her.  Even as
stimulating as this is, watching Casey eat out my daughter.

   "Hihn hihn hihn!" Panting for breath.

   'we have to,' she whispered back.  Looked me in the eyes, even as the
funny giggles started anew.  'huh, I'm still learning this, but there was a
councilor in school.'

   "You don't mind, touching me while we talk?"

   "HihiHiHiHIN!"

   "She just shook her head, grinning until it disappeared, in my chest."

   "Hihn!" I petted her hair.

   "I thought, well I suspected that he was cheating on me."

   "Mhm?"

   "Hihn hihn!  Lay down." My Jezzy stood up, and slipped her foot out of
her underwear.

   "Oh!" her fingertips brushed my nipples, pulling down my bra, and
pushing them out to turn back and forth.  Almost touching eachother, going
back and forth.  "Huh!  So, I started.  I never, did this before. 
Cassandra, was the first woman I was even attracted to, but.  I suppose I
was jealous, and.  I didn't want, another man.  So."

   "She seduced you." She nodded.

   "HhHihn nh nh hih!" I glanced up at Jezzy, humping her mother's face.

   Angela's, "Oh, Angie!" I felt under her arms, pulled her up to kiss me
again.  Hungry for her mouth.

   Her little half smiles, tight lipped, I suppose she's ashamed of her
teeth, but.  Well, to be kind let me just say that she's not seeing an
Orthodontist.  I wish I could offer her that, opportunity, but I don't
mind. Right now, it's interesting.  Exploring her smile, the sideways edge
next to the point of her canine.  On the bottom, left side, and feeling
further back.  Over her cuspid, bicuspid.

   I know that's sick.  As a matter of fact, that's probably when I felt a
little creeped out.  By Cassandra, when she showed me.  It was a jewelry
case, like one for a necklace, only instead of a loop of beads, there were
2 arcs of teeth, nestled in the pink velvet lining like gums.  Custom made,
her baby teeth of course, but she saved them.  Like some precious jewels,
and the hair creeped up the back of my neck.

   I didn't understand, how could I?  I'm still very new to this, sexual
activity with a woman.  Much less a girl, and far less than her twisted
relationship with her daughter.  Any more than I can explain why it aroused
me, but it's infectious.

   "Hihihihn!" Like Jezzy's giggles, and I must admit that Angela.

   "Oh, Angela."

   She didn't turn out all right, but I'm starting to love her.  She's not
my daughter, doesn't pretend to be, but I remember.  Long before I even had
Jesse.  Met her father, or even kissed a boy.  He wasn't my first, but. 
"Huh!  You're right."

   "About your husband?"

   "And the boys, all this." I closed my eyes.

   "Ihihihn!  Nh, mH Himihihihn!"

   "Incest." call it what it is.

   "I know, it's sick." Better than anyone.  Not despite her age, she's
still young enough to remember.

   "I love it." A sick little girl.  "I.  I don't, suppose I know you. 
Well enough to love you yet, but.  I'm willing to try."

   "Don't." She sat up.  Looked me in the eyes, so seriously, I got lost in
them, and even forgot my lover, her mother licking hungrily between my
daughters legs.  Even the giggles, and breathless pants from her scooting
back.  Catch her breath, then skoot up again to wiggle on her tickling
tongue.

   "Huh, this is distracting." She turned back, shook her head.  "You want
to go to your bedroom?"

   "Mhm?" I stood up.  Picked her up from my lap, and "Uh!" Cradled her
legs in my arms.

   "You can put me down." She smiled.

   "I know," she is heavy, "But I don't want to."

   I kissed her, carrying back to my bedroom.

   My husband, soon to be ex husband was nice enough to clear out his
things.

   ;

   {I'll spare you the intensely nerdy, traumatic, boring therapeutic
conversations that follow.  Unless you really want to read it, you can
still reach me from Psiberzerker@Gmail.Com, but otherwise, I'll leave the
boys out of it.  I can, write all of it, including the Father/Sons sex
scenes, but only if I think anyone would want to read it...}

   ;

   Angel (Trig NS)

   "Well," that's private.  "Okay!  Um, you feel better?"

   She nodded, "Snh!" and wiped her eyes.

   You thirsty?  I couldn't estimate how mush she'd lost, but then she
started without us.

   "Oh, yes!" I got up.  "Ice water?"

   "Tap water's fine." She followed me to the bathroom.  "Huh!  Thanks."
She gulped it, naked, and I just went back in her room.

   So not horny, after all that.  And her I thought my family was fucked
up? "Jesus." Just shake my head.

   "You mind if we join you?"

   "Oh," I looked back.  "Hey, uhm."

   "Oh, come right in.  I was just about to take a shower, but it can
wait."

   Already getting on the bed, I was just about to.  Maybe, think about.

   "Huh!" My mom, and Jesse.  "Okay, Jessica?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Can I ask you something first?"

   She giggled, "Something else?" Grinned, and looked at me sideways, so
cute.

   "Hahuh, this is.  All getting." I held my head, "To be too much, so. 
It's about something you said earlier, about mom." She hugged, well
actually.  They hugged eachother closer.

   "I love her." She nodded.

   "Oh!" They kissed, and I closed my eyes.

   "Okay." I nodded, "Good, I just had to clear that up."

   "I love you." I tensed, at her coming up behind me.  My skin crawled a
moment, until I looked at mom.

   Ignoring me, as always, since I started asking about Braces, really.

   "Are you okay?"

   She kissed my shoulders, and neck.  Felt me up, and I shuddered.

   "No." She stopped.  I finally gave up trying to suppress the urge, and
pushed her hands off.  "I'm sorry, I just.  Huh!" Shrugged.

   "No, I'm sorry.  I thought you're past that."

   "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to get past it, exactly!?" She shrank
back.  "DAMN it!?  I'm sorry.  Too, we can both be sorry, okay?  You're
sorry that you triggered me, and I'm sorry I can't love you back." The only
one who's not sorry is taking advantage of my ex girlfriend, "And, I'm
sorry I ever set up Jesse to replace me, but.  I'm just so sick!  Of all
the lies, and all this.  These.  Sick fucking feelings, and I just want to
be normal again!  For once in my life, I think it would be just great if I
had any idea what the hell a normal girl feels like, but no.  It's too late
for that, isn't it?"

   "Oh!" She held me, but I didn't cry.  I didn't even feel like it, I
wanted to grab something, and smash it.  Over her head, and grab something
heavier, and stronger, and harder, and keep smashing until it caved in, but
I'm so glad she's here to stop me.

   "Huh!"

   "Feel better?"

   "A little.  Thanks."

   They just ignored it.  Both of them.

   "You're welcome, it's the least I could do after."

   "Sh." She stopped, puckered her lips a little against my fingers, and
nodded.  Bit her lip.  "So, come here." I moved my hand, and she bent down,
but I turned my head away.  Not to deny her, a kiss, but to whisper.

   In her ear, the 3 sexiest words I could think of.

   'what's your fantasy?'

   ;

   Sandra (TW: Gaslighting.}

   "I want to tie her up."

   "Mom?"

   "Smq?  Hm?" I tore myself away, and looked up.

   At them, just standing there.  Expectantly.

   "What, me?" I shook my head.

   "I knew she wouldn't want to."

   "You don't think so, but she doesn't." My daughter pointed, "Think.  Do
you, mom?"

   "I"

   "You didn't think you'd like licking out her asshole."

   "Hihihn!" She giggled in my chest, and looked up.  "Mh, yeah." Licked
her lips, "You might like it.  It could be fun."

   "I don't know about this."

   "You don't trust her?'

   "Look, now I've had about enough of this from you young lady, you're my
daughter,"

   "And you molested me."

   She could have slapped me, right across the face, and it would not have
hurt so much.

   "Huh!  This isn't about you.  And me, it's about pleasing your lover. 
Your adult, lover."

   "I don't want to punish you." She came to me.  "I love you," in her bed,
"You know that, and I'm not going to humiliate you.  Judge you, I don't
care about that.  You know I don't, I love it too, and I'm so grateful that
you showed me.  How to love my daughter, I love your daughter too, but. 
Huh!" Her breasts fell, "I understand, if you don't want to.  Give up
control like that.  I just feel so.  Helpless, and powerless, and.  Snh?"
She looked aback, and Angela.

   My little Angel, frowning.  Her arms crossed, I don't believe she can
love.  I ruined that for her, I tried to hide it, but.  "Huh!"

   She nodded.  Turned to Melanie.  "It'll be safer here.  With us to watch
you.  We can help, and if anything goes wrong.  If you lose control, or
start to hurt her."

   "Huh!" I just closed my eyes.

   "Come on, Jesse."

   She got up, and it was like a nightmare, not sheer abject terror, but
the impending doom.  The dread that something bad was going to happen, and
not knowing, but expecting that, and the chill creeping up my spine, but
that's just my defense mechanism kicking in.

   You know, the way I made it sound like a dream?  That's what it was, I
was just sleepwalking.

   Into my daughter's room, at night.

   I nodded, shut my eyes, but felt her.  Hands on my arms, and turned
away.

   "You don't have to tie her up.  Just hold her.  Here, let us get her
arms.  Jesse, hold her other hand."

   "Like this?"

   "That's right, we're not going to hurt you."

   "We love you."

   "Well." I looked.  Over at my daughter.  Smiling back at me.  Looking
down at me, from the side of the bed.  She shrugged, "They do.  I guess."

   I had to turn away, but there was nowhere to turn.

   Just like the nightmare, of all those girls.  Watching me.  Coming
closer, holding me, and letting me down.  Slowly, softly, groping and
caressing me, even as I felt her breath on my freshly waxed snatch.

   "Oh!" It wasn't so bad.

   They won't hurt me, they just want to please me.

   "Give in."

   Well, they don't.  My daughter, probably does.  Want to punish me.

   I deserve it.

   "Jesse."

   "Mhm?"

   "Hold her face."

   She took my hands, and did.  With her thighs, and I just gave in.

   She was right, they didn't hurt me.

   All I could hear was her muffled giggles, holding my hands, under her
arms.

   I didn't even hear my daughter leave me.

   ;

   {Exit stage left, but that's just 1 ending.  Like I said, some of them
get thrown out into the void, but that doesn't affect the other system,
which is never going to stabilize, because of the inherent complexity. 
That's the problem, and of course what this is all about.  I know, you
probably want to read about hot sex between mother and daughter, with happy
endings, and orgasms, but that's not realistic.  It's a fantasy, and not
even my fantasy.  I just have to do something about my nightmares.

   There's no Aliens in this, and without them, that kind of eliminates the
possibility of time travel.  Likewise, I don't do slashfic, because
intellectual property rights.  So, I changed the names.  In case you're
wondering, the pairing that got my panties in a twist was the thought of
Amelia Pond.

   With River Song.  "Spoilers!"}

   ;

   Melody {Okay, this time the name changes are to symbolize the gradual
Transition.  From Minerva, Miranda (Also Allusions) to Melanie...  Not so
much to conceal the identity of a Victim, now that the inspiration has been
revealed.  Now, she's changing her Role:}

   She was right, again.  I was feeling like a puppet, unaware of the
strings.  Pulling me this way and that, thinking I was dancing, when in
fact I was dangling.  At the hands of all these puppeteers.  First my
father, then my husband Fernando, and now.

   And that her mother wouldn't go for it, but.  She's a child molester. 
She told me, "I thought about it." With a shrug, "But then I decided to use
her own lies against her."

   She left after that.  I wasn't sad, to see her go.  Love?  I don't even
know about that.  I hurt her, just touching her, I felt her stiffen in my
arms, and I knew then that she wan't ment to be.  Mine, I don't want to
hurt her.  She wants to hurt her mother, my lover, and my daughter.

   Well, she wants to help.  Angela did, then left once she set it up.  I
suppose she's still here, in spirit, anyway.

   I looked back, and the last time I saw her.  She covered her face.  Her
eyes, she couldn't watch.  I suppose she didn't want us to see her cry, and
when I looked back.

   She was gone.

   Blink, and you miss it, but here I had her.  In my bed, my daughter
holding her down, and giggling like a maniac.

   I didn't do that to her, but either changed, and I missed it, or I never
really knew her either.

   I was distracted, but now I have work to do.  Like her teeth fetish, I'm
sure that's what it is, but she doesn't have teeth in there.  Vagina
Dentata, the Romans called it, like she waxes her body.  Can't hide her
womanly curves, her hips, but I hold her smooth silky legs, and bend to
kiss her.  Toothless maw, hairless puss, just a little peck.  On the lips,
a tease.

   "Huh!" Yeah.  Tease her, grinning, and smell her arousal.  "Snh!" Lick
my lips.  "Whhhhhhh!"

   She's not struggling, frozen, but not dead.  I can feel her pulse, blood
beating in her thighs, holding them tight with my thumbs, and just barely
brushing my tongue up the vertical smile of her toothless lips.  "Siph!"

   "NMH!" She humps, but can't get free.  I let go, feel around, and hold
her feet tight.  Her calves pressed around my breasts, and grip the tight
muscles under her thighs.

   I told her, I don't want to punish her.

   I lied.

   She raped her.  Her daughter, and she told me, how to fight her lies. 
With lies, she lied to me, and raped my daughter too.  Seduced me, and lied
to me, to rape my daughter.

   "Huh!"

   Let's see how she likes it.

   I'm sick.  Just so sick and tired of playing the victim, and blaming
myself.  I suppose I was naive.  I didn't want to know, and I lied to
myself.  Too, I can sympathize.

   "Huh!" She gasped for air.  "Hih, uh!" Shook her head, and my daughter
sat back down.

   At least I'm not a child molester.  I didn't rape my daughter, she did.
She didn't rape me, so it's fitting she's here to help me.

   I'm not her victim, and now she's Mine.

   I never knew I had it in me, but now I find I can.

   I'm still learning, don't you know?
   ;