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Subject: {ASSM} Father's Day (MF oral, implied bg oral)
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Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2006 15:10:01 -0400
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Father's Day (MF oral, implied bg oral)

In which siblings and spouses are both reconciled with each other.

This story has words; you may be offended.  Be afraid; be very afraid.  
Words!
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Father's Day

"You slept well?"

Mark looked up from the newspaper as Veronica came into the kitchen.  
"Slept ok.  A little jet lag, but got to sleep ok."  One could cut the 
tension between them, but it would take an industrial laser.  His 
estranged wife wasn't going to help him any either.  With her alabaster 
skin and cold blue eyes, she could have been a statue.  She sat down, on 
the other side of the kitchen from Mark.  He shivered, feeling the 
already cool room chill even more.

"Morning, dad!"  The man's ten year old son came in, followed by his 
seven year old daughter.  The two were mirror images of their parents, 
Tommy as thin and fair as Mark, and Isabel was as portly as Veronica, 
with long, raven-coloured hair.

"Good morning, Daddy!"  Unlike the older child, young Isabel favored her 
father with a warm hug.  "Why are you shivering?"

"Mid June in the mountains is as cold as February in the city!"

"Silly daddy!"

As his daughter ran to join her brother at the refridgerator, Mark 
asked, "what's for breakfast?"

"Knowing Isa," Tommy replied, "everything in the house!"

"Tommy, don't be mean!"  his little sister stamped her foot for 
emphasis.

"You're just too fat, Isabelly,"  Tommy said, poking her round stomach 
with a thin forfinger.  "It's true, dad!"  His son smiled, warming to 
his subject.  "Isabelly's so fat, she'd eat the house for breakfast and 
want more for lunch!"

"It's not true, Tommy Tucker, it's not!"  Isabel pushed her brother.  
She might have been younger, but she was also heavier, and probably 
stronger.

'Somebody had to put a stop to this before it turns uglier than it 
already is,' worried Mark.  His wife always disciplined the kids back 
when they wer together, and now that he was only visiting, he felt it 
even less his place to do so.  He turned to Veronica, but she wasn't 
even looking at the kids.  She was staring at Mark, her sharp blue eyes 
boring into him.  Her face a mask of patience, she was waiting, but for 
what?

"Stop it, Isabelly!"  Tommy's irritated voice brought Mark's attention 
back to the kids.  The man looked at his estranged kids and sighed 
sadly.

"Thomas and Isabel."

Both kids turned toward his voice, distracted from their squabble.

"I wanted to say, you Mom's told me a lot about you - like you Tommy, 
are a really good kisser, for only ten years old."

"Ah, come on, Dad!"  Tommy tried to brush it off, but Mark saw his shy 
grin and knew his comment had an effect.

"Your mother says that girls like you because you kiss well; that's an 
accomplishment at your age."

"Uh huh," chimed in Isabel.  "Tommy real good, when he's not being a 
pain!"

Mark's son opened his mouth to reply when Mark interrupted hurriedly, 
"Tommy, how does it feel to know you're good at something that makes 
people happy?"

"Um, good I guess."

"Tell me what happens you and Isa are kissing, how do you know you're 
good at it?"

"Um, Isa's got big legs, but I can still see past them, an' I look up at 
her."  Tommy smiled shyly.  "An' when I'm kissing her yoni, Isa gets 
this dreamy smile, so I know it makes her feel good."

"Yea, it does - Tommy makes me feel like fireworks all inside!"  Mark 
smiled, watching his young son blush at his sister's comment.

"That's an impressive talent, Tommy.  Some adults can't make people feel 
as good as you can make Isa feel."  Mark paused, letting his son enjoy a 
sense of pride, then added the bad news.

"But Tommy, teasing doesn't make Isa feel good.  It makes her cry.  In 
fact what if your teasing made her feel so bad she told you never to 
kiss her yoni, ever again?"

Tommy gasped.  "That wouldn't happen!"  He looked at his sister in 
suprise and dismay.  "You wouldn't say that, would ya, sis?"

"I don't know," came the younger child's diffident reply.  She looked up 
at Tommy, her eyes blazing.  "Am I really too fat,  Thomas Allen Tucker?  
Is my name really 'Isabelly'!?"

"No, Isa!"  Tommy took her hands in his.  "You're not 'Isabelly'!  I was 
just being mean an' stupid!  An' you're not too fat, either.  You're 
..."  The boy looked at his sister, smilying shyly, with new 
appreciation.  "You're just right, Isa!"

"Oh, Tommy!"  Isabel threw her arms around her brother, wrapping him in 
a hug that took his breath away.  "I knew you were one of the good guys, 
I just knew it!"

Entwining his thin arm tightly with both of her pudgy ones, the Isabel 
walked Tommy to the kitchen doorway.  On her way, she said, "we'll be 
back later, Mom."  Her twinkling eyes and merrily giggle belied her 
longsuffering tone as she added, "For now, somebody just has to kiss my 
yoni - a lot!"

Mark could here the children's bare feet pounding on the stairs as they 
raced up to their bedroom.  'Whoever said "pitter-patter of little 
feet" hadn't actually heard a kid running inside,' he thought.  He was 
about to voice his thoughts to his estranged wife. but when he looked at 
Veronica, he saw she had been looking back at him.  Her ice blue eyes 
had the same appraising look Isa had when picking out her birthday cake 
last month.

"What is it, Veronica?"  

"You're really very good with them," she replied.  "I'd forgotten how 
well they respond to you.  Mark, we have issues - serious ones, that 
won't just go away - but my children need a father, and you're one of 
the best I met.  They need you.  I need you."  Her eyes were pleading, 
belying her calm tone.  "Please stay with us."

Mark was sure his smile could have lit up half of New York.  "Of course, 
I'll stay, Veronica!  I still love you, and I love those kids!  You want 
to call them down and tell them?"

His wife shook her head, her black hair bouncing, framing her face so 
nicely.  "Later.  When they get to it, you don't want to interrupt them 
for at least half an hour.  You know how it is when someone just has to 
kiss a girl's yoni."

Mark chuckled with his wife, then looked at her in surprise and joy when 
she added.  "So please Mark, come here and kiss my yoni - a lot."

The no-longer-estranged husband shucked off his shirt as quickly as his 
wife slipped off her panties.  He knelt in front of her, enjoying the 
look and fragrance of her sex, until she grabbed two handfuls of his 
sandy blonde hair and pulled his face against her, burying him in the 
thick, black curls adorning her sex, rubbing her yoni against him.

"Oh, Mark!"  Veronica entwined his thin shoulders with both of her pudgy 
legs.  "I knew you were one of the good guys, I just knew it!"

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