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Photographic Memories - The Sequel
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)

***

Reg Whistler continues his story about the loves and 
lives of himself, his girls, and rthe return of the 
love of his life, Leesa.  (MFgg, ped, v, inc, oral, 
anal, bi)

***

Author Notes: Part Three? Who knows, depends on 
Feedback! The usual disclaimers apply here. If you 
fall below the age of consent, please, go away. If you 
have a problem with the content of this story, go away 
and stop wasting my time. I do not, under any 
circumstances, condone child abuse in any form. TW).

***

Chapter One

Well, it's good to catch up with you again! How have 
you been? I know it's been a while, and some very 
interesting things have happened since I saw you last.

Now, where to begin? That's always the hard part!

Not long after I spoke to you last, I was sitting 
outside the coffee shop, the one where I met Leesa 
again. Yeah, that's right, the one down the street. 
I'd just got a new camera, one that took stills and 
video, it's small and compact, easily held in one 
hand.

I was sitting at my table, and I was engrossed in 
reading the instructional booklet. I felt eyes on me, 
so looking up, I saw a tasty young girl watching me. 
She was blonde, her hair hanging down past her 
shoulders, straight with a slight curl at the ends. 
She had on a white top, sleeveless, that hugged her 
upper body. She had small breasts, little things that 
drew my eyes. They were well shaped, and as I gazed at 
her, her small nipples began to poke though the 
material of her top. She was wearing a miniskirt-type 
denim dress, which showed off her legs, which were 
long and shapely.

I took a guess at her age, and finally decided she was 
about twelve or thirteen. So hard to tell, these days! 
I knew a guy down the street from me, his wife was a 
Eurasian girl, and to look at her, you could swear she 
was no more than ten or twelve years old, but well 
proportioned. But she had two children, and I found 
out she was twenty-four!

So in between looking at the camera, the booklet, and 
darting glances at the girl, I took sips of my coffee, 
until it was finished. The girl was openly staring at 
me now, so looking around for an adult who might have 
accompanied her, and seeing no-one near, I pointed to 
the camera, then to her, and raised my eyebrows. She 
gave me a blank look, then smiled, getting that I was 
asking to take her picture.

She smiled again, and sat up straighter, striking a 
pose for me. I put the camera on the table, positioned 
it so that I could see her in the window, and pressed 
the button. I picked up the camera, checked the shot, 
then put it back down, and smiled my thanks.

Then she made another pose, so going with it, I 
pressed the button again. We spent a few minutes like 
that, her poses innocent, yet daring and naughty for a 
girl her age. Then she turned, looked into the doorway 
of the shop, and not seeing any adults near, she 
lifted her leg until her foot was resting on the chair 
seat. I took pictures in earnest now, one shot after 
the other. This camera had automatic winding, almost 
silent, and then the girl slowly, oh-so-slowly, opened 
her upraised leg.

Her young cloth-covered pussy came into view, covered 
by innocent white cotton briefs, and I developed an 
instant hard-on. I ignored the uncomfortable pressure 
in my pants, concentrating on the girl. Her hand 
dropped to cover her pussy, and then with one finger, 
which she inserted under the gusset of her panties, 
she began to lightly stroke her lips. I took some 
shots of that, stopped shooting, and with my hand, 
made a 'come here' gesture pointing at my hips, and 
then making an 'open wider' wave.

She got the point, and slid her hips forward as much 
as she could, her legs opening wider, giving me an 
unobstructed view of her young crevice. She was 
darting looks around, making sure she wouldn't get 
caught. I looked into the shop, but the doorway was 
hidden behind a memorial plinth, and the window had 
people sitting there behind it, but no-one was looking 
our way.

By sliding her hips forward, her dress rode up to her 
hips, and her panty moulded itself against her pussy, 
and that created a delicious came-toe. There was a 
small damp patch on the thin material of her briefs, 
and her face had a slight flush, her eyes glittering. 
I took some more shots, the girl grinning and giving 
me wicked looks while doing so.

Then a woman's voice spoke, and the girl slammed her 
legs shut, dropping the upraised leg to the ground and 
pulling her dress down, all in one fluid movement. I 
smiled at this display of modesty, wondering if she'd 
had practice flashing strange men. Before getting up, 
I wrote on a business card on the back, "If you want 
to do some modelling, email me."

I wrote "Reg" under the message, and walking past the 
girl, I surreptitiously dropped it into her lap. The 
girl didn't look at me, but quickly grabbed the card, 
and stuffed it into the pocket of her skirt.

***

As I walked into the door of the coffee shop, an 
attractive woman of about thirty-something walked out, 
and glancing over my shoulder, I saw her talk to the 
girl. The girl looked up at her, and smiled, saying, 
"No, mom, I'm fine, it's nice out here, I'm okay."

The woman had a nice figure, and I couldn't help 
wanting to introduce myself and ask her if she'd 
consider modelling for me. I turned to the guy behind 
the counter, and he grinned when he saw we had both 
looking at her. I knew he was checking out her ass, 
and then he sighed, back to business, and asked me 
what I liked. I ordered a latte, and when I had it in 
my hand, I walked back to the shop, noticing that both 
the girl and her mom had gone.

When I got home, Lily hugged me as I met her in the 
living room, and she asked me if I thought the girl 
would email me after all. I thought of the young 
blonde, and Lily said, "Yes, her! Will she email you, 
you think?"

You'll remember that my girls are very psychic. They 
talk to each other, and me, in 'mind-speak.' Call it 
telepathy, however they do it, they're damn good at 
it. I have no secrets from them, not any more!

"Maybe, maybe not," I replied. "I think she enjoys the 
thrill of flashing men, but I'm not sure she'll be 
brave enough to drop her clothes for the men she 
showed off to."

"When we go to school tomorrow Reg and I will look out 
for her, if you want."

"Okay," I said, "but they weren't familiar faces, so 
they could have just been passing through to somewhere 
else."

I kissed her, and then Reg came up behind me and 
hugged me from the back. I loved being sandwiched 
between my two girls, and my woody returned, Lily 
feeling it against her stomach.

"Shower, first, tiger," she said, smiling, "and then 
maybe a blowjob before dinner!"

***

I didn't get that pre-dinner blowjob, but I did get it 
afterwards, as we sat on the couch watching 
television.

The girls were sitting either side of me, then Lily 
began to stroke my crotch, and the pressure of her 
manipulations got me hard, hot and bothered. When she 
thought I was sufficiently frustrated, she rummaged in 
my pants and extracted my cock. Then she dipped her 
head, and opening her mouth, she began sucking, her 
tongue moving and sliding over my head.

Her head was making small dips, becoming deeper as she 
took more of my rigid member into her mouth, her 
saliva making my cock slick and wet, which she rubbed 
and masturbated with one of her hands. I reached down 
and held her breast, gently squeezing and massaging 
it. Lily began to hum with contentment, her free hand 
going between her legs to rub her pussy through her 
jeans. Reg got up, and moving to Lily's side, she 
undid her jeans, and slid them and her panties down to 
her ankles. Lily looked up, took her head off my cock, 
and said, "Thanks," before continuing her 
ministrations.

Lily's hand was moving expertly between her partly 
opened thighs, and then she held still on my cock, 
giving a muffled groan as she came from her 
masturbation. Then she brought her hand back up, and 
rubbed her juices off her fingers onto my cockhead, 
and then sucked away contentedly.

Not long after that, I bucked my hips, willing myself 
not to grab her head as I came hard. I shot into her 
mouth, the spasms growing less, until I slumped back, 
weary and in a post-coital bliss. Reg leaned over me, 
and the two girls sharing an opened-mouth kiss. I saw 
a drop of my semen dribble from their mouths down 
Reg's chin. Lily licked it off, and smiling they sat 
back and cuddled into my body.

***

The next day, both girls looked for the little blonde, 
not seeing her at their school, so she either went to 
another school, or it was as I thought, they were just 
passing through.

I didn't worry about it, and went to work as usual. My 
photographic shop was doing well, which made me glad. 
It's not often you do something you really enjoy, and 
get paid to do it! I feel sorry for the poor guys out 
there who work for a living, doing what they hate, 
working because they had to, not because they wanted 
to. It's a rare person who looks forward to going to 
work every day.

As I said before, sometimes a girl or woman, and 
occasionally a couple, would come into the shop, start 
asking innocent enough questions about something or 
other, the real reason for them being in the shop 
because they were curious about doing some modelling.

They're always shy, before their clothes come off! 
Most girls are almost virginal, but once the clothes 
hit the floor, they turn into absolute sexual maniacs, 
bless their little hearts! I don't always get to have 
sex with every girl I shoot. More's the pity, as some 
of them were really tasty!

I'd put together a web site, that catered for just 
about everything. It had stuff from non-nude to BDSM, 
and everything in between. I had got the twins to be 
my webmasters, and they had a ball uploading all the 
old photographs, and the new ones, on to it that my 
friend and mentor Mr Pittman had left to me.

You remember those pictures of the woman and dogs that 
I told you about? Well, I got an email from that 
woman, demanding that I remove them! Turns out she was 
a minister's wife, and she was horrified that the 
pictures turned up after years of being thought 
forgotten about!

She was in her eighties, but was dreadfully 
embarrassed to see them there for the world to see. 
Don't ask me how she found my website, she didn't say, 
but sufficed to say, I pulled them down out of respect 
for her wishes.

That earned me some dirty emails, but I didn't care. I 
was making some nice earnings from that site, and I 
always got permission to upload any sets that I took 
first. I got a call from Alicia Trumble and Dana 
Miscombe one day, telling me they thought it was a 
hoot that their pictures were on my site! They had 
been trolling the girl-girl sets, picking sites at 
random, and had come across mine.

They told me that they'd told their friends about 
their adventures during their school years, and now 
they had the proof to show their girlfriends, and male 
lovers. They thanked me, and made a promise to get 
together with me some day to continue our friendship.

I looked forward to that!

***

It seemed that every time I turned around, someone 
from my past was emailing or calling me. I got an 
email from a woman named Lacie Foxx, and was hard put 
to remember who she was. Then she sent me a pic of 
herself, a beautiful woman in her thirties, curvy and 
lush, with long blonde hair down to her fine firm 
breasts. She told me she was an old school friend of 
mine, and she did look faintly familiar, so when I 
asked rather timidly which one, she said, "What? Don't 
you remember your birthday present?"

Lacy! My god, she'd changed! I told her she was knock-
out gorgeous! She thanked me, and asked me if I could 
do a shoot of her soon? She and her manager were 
coming to town in a couple of months, and would only 
be there overnight, but she really wanted to see me 
again, and could I do this for her, for old times' 
sake?

I didn't have to think about it, I said yes 
immediately. She promised to email me her schedule, 
and we left it at that.

I did a search for Lacie Foxx, and found out she was 
an internationally famous porn star! That blew me 
away! She'd come a long way since that night in the 
library. Thirty-five movies, over a hundred photo 
shoots, and still growing. I felt humble, knowing she 
was going to have me, a small-town photographer, shoot 
her for old times' sake.

She was big in the shemale world, appearing with other 
stars and up-and-comers. She did shemale-male, 
shemale-girl, and shemale-shemale movies. Some of her 
shoots were quite tastefully done, and I was hard-put 
to think of a way to top them. Maybe the girls would 
have an idea.

***

About a week after the coffee shop adventure, a 
Wednesday night, I got an email, and it was from the 
blonde girl.

"Hi," it began "my name is Trudi, and I'm the girl you 
took pictures of. That was fun! Can we do it again?"

I sat there for a moment, thought of a reply, and 
typed, "Sure, when is good for you?"

She said, "I live in," and gave me the area she was 
in. It was a suburb across town, about five miles from 
the shop.

I sent her a message telling her that she could call 
in anytime Saturday until two, that's when I closed 
for the day. She replied back, and told me that she 
could maybe make it, and then she asked me if I paid 
for taking photos of young girls, how much, and what 
did I do with them?

That put me on my guard immediately, and I just knew 
somehow that I wasn't talking to Trudi, if that was 
her name, but her mother. Don't ask me how I knew, I 
just did.

I told her that I didn't shoot young girls as a rule, 
but she was very pretty, and had potential, and I knew 
of a couple of child modelling agencies, giving her 
the names, and web links, that may be interested in a 
new face.


I did really know people in the business. You can't be 
a photographer and have a website without making all 
sorts of contacts.

I told her to check them out, ask around if she 
wished, and then get back to me.

***

Then the conversation went dead, and I heard nothing 
more until Friday night. An email was waiting for me 
when I got home.

"Hi, it's Trudi again. I checked out those sites you 
said, and they looked legit. You still wanna take my 
picture?"

Good for you, mom, I thought. Talk like a young girl, 
put me at my ease, and reel me in.

I sent her an email, and asked her if her mom was 
coming along, or maybe her mom and dad? A few moments 
later, she sent, "Eewww! You want my mom there? I'd be 
sooooo embarrassed!"

I chuckled, and sent, "Maybe your mom will want to 
pose for a couple of shots. She's pretty too!"

The conversation went dead for at least ten minutes, 
then this, "You think she's pretty?"

"Yes, I do," I replied. "I saw your mom talk to you as 
I got a coffee, and she's very attractive. I'd be 
proud to take her picture. Any chance you could ask if 
she could come along?"

Again silence. Then she came back, and said, "My mom 
doesn't think she's pretty. Dad always told her she 
was ugly and useless. He's not around anymore, they're 
divorced."

"He needs a slap upside the head," I said. "Your mom 
IS attractive, and she'd look good as a model. Tell 
her I said so, and then tell me what she says!"

"Yuck!" was how she finished the conversation.

***

The next day, I was just closing up and about to lock 
the door when the mom of the young blonde stepped up 
to me, and introduced herself. Close up she was 
attractive as I thought, even though she looked 
careworn and tired.

"Hello, I'm Evelyn, Trudi's mom," she said, waiting 
for my reaction. I smiled a friendly greeting, and 
held out my hand. "Hi," I said, "I'm Reg, Reg 
Whistler."

We stood there on the threshold of the store, just 
looking at each other. She had light brunette hair to 
the nape of her neck, and was wearing small thin 
lensed glasses. She was slim, with nice sized boobs 
under her jacket and blouse. She was wearing a 
business suit, and I saw a name tag pinned to her 
jacket, with the name of a real estate agent's on it. 
'Evelyn Montaigne' it said.

"Well, Evelyn," I said, breaking the silence, "would 
you like a coffee, or a cup of tea? The coffee shop 
makes a fine brew!"

She sighed, looked at her watch, and said, "I could 
kill for a coffee. You're not going to invite me 
inside?"

"No, I told her. "I thought it would be wise for our 
first meeting to sit in a neutral space, and the 
coffee shop is as good as any, and," I said, my eyes 
twinkling, "I could kill for a coffee too!"

***

As we sat across the table with our drinks, I could 
see Evelyn's mind working, sizing me up, trying to 
decide if I was dangerous or not. I let the silence 
drag on for a few minutes, and then I said, "I knew it 
was you chatting to me online. I would have been 
really surprised if Trudi herself had emailed me. How 
did you know I'd taken her picture?"

The woman gave a start, and looked slightly guilty as 
she told me, "I found your business card when I was 
doing her washing. Not much of what she does gets past 
me, and a girl as young as she is takes a lot of 
looking after."

She grimaced, and said, "She's a right little 
handful!"

"When I asked her where she'd gotten the card, and 
seeing the message on the back, she confessed and told 
me that you'd taken some pictures of her while I was 
in a meeting in the coffee shop. I yelled at her for 
letting a strange man take pictures of her, but she 
told me you'd asked first. So I can't really get mad 
if she'd given her permission."

She took a sip of her drink, put it on the table, and 
told me, "I first thought you were a predator, Mr 
Whistler. I did some checking around town, and 
everybody I spoke to said you were a good man, being 
born here in town, and living here your entire life. I 
had to meet you, and see for myself what you were 
really like, what sort of man you were."

I nodded, and said, "Good strategy. Have you made a 
decision about me yet?"

"I don't know yet," she said, "but I'm not feeling 
anything creepy about you. Actually," she told me, 
giving me a quizzical look, "almost against my better 
judgement, I feel as if I could trust you. You just 
have that aura!"

"That's a start," I told her. "If you agree, I could 
take some audition shots of Trudi, and I'd be willing 
to do so. Maybe," and I looked at her straight in the 
eyes, "you would like to do some as well. You ARE an 
attractive woman, Evelyn, despite what your ex-husband 
said!"

She blushed, and I left it at that.

***

I had some friends in the real estate business, people 
I'd grown up with, and after placing some calls, they 
told me that Evelyn and her daughter were relatively 
new in town. They had moved from a big city to our 
town, something to do with getting away from an 
abusive drunken husband.

Like I said, I had made many contacts, and some were 
not as savoury as I'd like, but for a 'donation, they 
found out about Evelyn for me, getting me some very 
interesting information. She had an impressive resume, 
having been in real estate before moving here. She'd 
made some good money, but apparently her husband drank 
it all. I found myself really disliking that 'man.' 
When you have a wife and child, you'd kill yourself 
looking after them, not abusing the trust and love 
they gave to you.

So I just let it lie, and got on with my own life. If 
Evelyn came back to me, then I'd do the shoot, and see 
what happened from there.

***

Six weeks later, she did just that. I got an email 
from her, asking if I was prepared to do some test 
shots of her. She had thought long and hard, she said, 
and decided she'd do it, before she got too 'old,' and 
chickened out. I laughed at that, but told her I could 
do it, that Saturday afternoon, after I had closed for 
the day. She agreed, and said she'd meet me at the 
shop at two-fifteen.

She was there, two-fifteen on the dot, and as the shop 
was empty, I tidied up, and inviting her to the loft, 
which I had set up as a studio, I locked the door, and 
followed her up the stairs. I got a buzz from watching 
her ass wiggle and roll as she climbed the stairs 
ahead of me, and I was actually a little disappointed 
when we reached the top.

Evelyn was dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers on her 
feet, with white socks. She was wearing a white 
blouse, with a lightweight tan jacket over that. She'd 
put on a dash of make-up, which made her look 
desirable, highlighting her features.

She stood in the loft, looking around. The centrepiece 
was a king-sized bed covered with a white satin sheet, 
and my lighting equipment was placed around it, to 
give me ambient light from every direction. Evelyn 
looked nervous as she eyed the bed, so to put her at 
her ease, I told her that she didn't have to do 
anything she wasn't comfortable with, as I also did 
non-nude shoots on that bed as well.

"You do nude shots? As in girls take their clothes 
off?" she asked me, amazed.

"Yes, of course," I told her. "Most of my work up here 
involves nude photography. It's in great demand. But," 
I hastened to reassure her, "you don't have to do 
that, it's not a requirement. Only if you feel 
comfortable doing so, and you sign a written 
agreement, will we do that."

Evelyn just looked at the bed as I spoke to her, 
nothing showing on her face.

***

So, I asked her to sit on the bed, and we'd get 
started. She timidly sat on the edge, and as I moved 
around her, my camera clicking and whirring, the 
flashes lighting up the room, she slowly relaxed. She 
moved onto the bed, posing for me as I gave her 
direction, and soon she took off her jacket, and 
sneakers, and sat fully on the bed, in the middle. 
After about half an hour, she felt comfortable enough 
to undo the first two buttons of her blouse, and I got 
some good shots of her face, upper body, and chest.

We stopped for a few minutes, and I gave her a bottle 
of water to give her something to drink. It was quite 
warm up in that loft, and Evelyn had a sheen of 
perspiration on her forehead. I opened a window, and a 
cool breeze flowed in, making the now relaxed woman 
smile as it caressed her face and body. I quickly 
picked up the camera, getting a few good shots of her 
as she knelt on the bed, smiling, eyes closed, her 
head tilted up, and turned into the breeze.

Then Evelyn turned to me, opened her eyes, and without 
a word, began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a 
time, slowly, her eyes never leaving the camera lens. 
I didn't say a word; I just let her go for it. She was 
calling the shots now, and something moved behind her 
eyes, and she became more confident, more in control 
of the situation.

Then the last button was undone, and she pulled the 
tails out of her jeans. Then she removed it 
completely, and sat there, her hands moving to cover 
her bra-encased breasts. She was wearing a white lacy 
bra, and it contrasted with her skin, which was 
slightly tanned, the outline of her tan lines still 
showing.

Evelyn dropped her hands slowly, almost shyly, and 
then leaning back, putting her hands on the bed behind 
herself, she thrust out her chest, pushing her breasts 
out for the camera. Her hips raised up, and her legs 
opened slightly, and then she dropped her head back as 
I took shot after shot of her doing that.

I moved to her side, getting a profile shot of her 
kneeling there in that position, then she sat up, and 
looking at me, she reached behind herself, and undid 
the bra catch. She held her hands to her breasts, then 
shrugging the bra off, she sat there nude from the 
waist up.

I caught my breath. She was magnificent. Her breasts 
were larger for her size, the round full globes 
sitting on her chest, her nipples drawing in and 
pointing up. I wasn't the only one panting slightly. I 
watched her chest rise and fall, and then her hands 
were at her jeans, popping the button, and drawing the 
zipper down slowly.

***

Since I'd opened the window, neither of us had spoken 
a word. Suddenly the room was charged with sexual 
tension, and when Evelyn had wriggled her jeans off 
her legs, she sat here clad only in her panties, a g-
string type, white lace like the bra, and sheer.

She was shaven, with a dark line of a landing strip on 
her mons. She moved slowly, sinuously, until she was 
sitting on her butt, her legs opened a little, and 
while one hand was on her breast stroking and pulling 
on a nipple, the other was lightly stroking her pussy.

Then after a minute or two of doing that, she slowly, 
oh so slowly removed her panties, and I caught brief 
glimpses of her puffy vaginal lips as she moved. Then 
they were off, and she waved them in the air, before 
tossing the scrap of cloth away with a giggle. Her 
inner lips stuck out by maybe a quarter of an inch, 
and her pussy, wet and pink, was a delight to behold.

I was hard, I hadn't realised it until she dropped her 
eyes to my crotch. Evelyn gasped, and staring openly 
at my woody she asked, "Did I do that?"

I stopped shooting, and looking down, I started to 
apologise, but she looked at me with a smouldering 
look, and in a husky voice, she told me to "come 
here!"

I walked over to the nude woman, and taking hold of my 
belt, she undid it, a little rough in her haste to get 
my pants opened. I started taking shots of her doing 
that, called in the business, POV, or Point Of View, 
shots. Then yanking my pants down my legs to my knees, 
Evelyn stroked my cock through my underwear. "Oh, my!" 
she breathed, "nice, Reg!"

Then giving my cock a kiss, she put her hands to my 
waistband of my underwear, and pulled them away from 
my body, releasing my rampant manhood. It bounced out, 
and she was staring at it, licking her lips, then she 
stuck out her tongue, and gave it a lick. Evelyn 
shuddered, and holding it with one hand, stroking me, 
she looked up at me, and said, "My god, Reg, it's been 
a while. I need it so much!"

Then she moved her head forward, and closed her mouth 
around my girth, and then she began to lick me, her 
tongue dancing and swirling around my head. Then 
taking her mouth off me, she started licking the 
shaft. Then holding my cock in both hands, Evelyn 
placed me back into her mouth. Her head bobbed, 
impaling herself on me, forcing as much as she could 
into her mouth.

I almost fell to my knees as she did that. My hands 
shook, but I had an anti-roll camera, so the shots, 
maybe a little lop-sided, would still come out. Then 
the voracious woman let go of me, and lying back on 
the bed, began to masturbate, her hand s busy between 
her legs, which were raised up and open wide, one hand 
going to her mouth, licking the juices off her 
fingers.

"Fuck me, Reg," she begged, "fuck me, please. I want 
you; I need you to fuck me!"

***

With one hand, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, 
and one-handedly taking pictures, I held my cock, and 
lined it up with her opening, which was wet and slick, 
her heady aroma making me dizzy with lust. Then I slid 
into her body, and we both groaned with pleasure.

I began to move my hips, sawing in and out of this 
woman's body, watching my stiff member as it slid in 
and out of the warm wet orifice. Evelyn was massaging 
her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, moaning 
and rolling her hips in time to my thrusts.

The camera became too heavy to hold, so I put it down, 
and resting my weight on my hands and outstretched 
arms, I hammered myself at her, making Evelyn bounce 
under me, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.

I could feel my climax bubbling and boiling in my 
balls, so picking up the camera, I began to take 
spaced shots, and when I couldn't hold back anymore, I 
moaned through gritted teeth, "I'm coming!"

Evelyn cried out her release, bucking under me, and 
halfway through that, I pulled out of her, and my 
ejaculated seed spurted across her stomach and onto 
her drenched pussy. Evelyn reached up and grabbed my 
cock, milking me, forcing out the last drops.

She took my cock into her mouth, and sucked on me, her 
tongue cleaning me off, swallowing the residue of my 
come and her juices combined.

***

I got a couple of good shots of her grinning and 
wiping up my seed with her fingers, which she put into 
her mouth, and sucking her fingers clean, she grinned, 
smacking her lips. Grinning, she told me a good cock 
was so much better than her vibrator! We both laughed 
at that!

Then she sat up, and standing to hug me, she thanked 
me for a great afternoon, but as Trudi was going to be 
waiting for her at home, she said she'd better be 
going before world war three broke out between her 
daughter and the babysitter. I sat on the bed as I 
watched her clean herself off and then dress, and 
asked her how she preferred me to get the pictures to 
her.

Evelyn stood there for a moment, and then asked if I 
could give her only the 'safe' pictures, and writing 
down her address, she asked me to put them onto disc, 
and send them to her. I promised to do so, and with 
wobbly legs, I let her out of the front door.

I watched Evelyn walk away, a bounce in her step, and 
a big smile on her face. Which probably matched the 
one on mine, who knows?

God, I love my work!


-= Chapter Two =-

When I got home, Reg met me at the door, her hand out 
waiting for the memory card from the camera. I handed 
it to her, and went to have a shower. As I stood 
there, I smiled as I ran over the events of that 
afternoon. Evelyn was sexy, and I found myself wanting 
to invite her back for a second session. I laughed, 
and turning off the water, I dried off and wrapped a 
towel around my waist and went to the kitchen, where 
something sure smelled good!

Lily was cooking tonight. She's a fair hand in the 
kitchen, having a dream of one day working in a 
restaurant as a chef. She was making curried sausages, 
and as I hugged her from behind, kissing her head and 
smelling her hair, she said, "Someone had fun today!"

"Someone did!" I answered, my hands going to her pert 
breasts. As she leaned back she told me to wait, 
dinner was almost ready. I moved away, and sat at the 
table. A little while later, as Lily dished up our 
meals, Reg came in and handed me a disc, and told me 
she'd 'censored' the photos, and those ones on the 
disc should make Evelyn happy. I thanked her, and gave 
her a kiss.

***

After dinner, the girls brought up a subject that had 
been skirting the edges of my mind for quite a while 
now. It was a decision I didn't want to make, but the 
girls forced me face the reality of the situation.

"Dad," Reg began, "we need a new house."

"What's wrong with this one?" I said.

"Jeez, dad," Lily said, "this is a two-bedroom house! 
In case you haven't noticed, you have TWO teenaged 
daughters! Does that remind you of anything?"

"You seem happy sharing a room," I told her. "What's 
the problem?"

Reg growled and ground her teeth, and with a pissed 
off look, she said, "Dad! Two teenaged girls, doesn't 
that suggest to you that we should be having our own 
rooms?"

Before I could say anything, Lily said, "Dad! It's 
getting tight in there! We have too much stuff, and 
we're running out of places to put it!"

Reg said, "Look, we know that you grew up here, and 
that your dad left it to you, but come on! We have to 
have our own space, and this place is far too small! 
Rent this house out, and we can buy another! We know 
you can afford it!"

"Oh, you do, do you?" I said, "How do you..." and then 
I had to shut up. Of course they knew. They sat there, 
both of them looking at me, two sets of blue eyes 
drilling into my head. They didn't have to say a word, 
they knew they were right, and so did I.

God, I felt stupid!

***

So on Monday, both girls got me to ring the school, 
and told them that they were staying home, 'a family 
thing.' Then the three of us presented ourselves at 
the real estate agency where Evelyn worked. The girls 
wanted to meet her in person, and to give their seal 
of approval to any houses we looked at.

Evelyn was surprised to see us, getting neatly cut off 
by an aggressive male,-younger!-co-worker in his 
twenties, who tried to get us interested in going with 
him to look at some places. We shut him down, telling 
him that we were only going to deal with Evelyn, and 
politely giving him the cold shoulder, we followed 
Evelyn into her office.

Evelyn smiled behind her hand, and as we sat in her 
office, we saw that the male salesman was hovering in 
the hallway in case we changed our minds. Evelyn 
closed the door in his face, and all business, asked 
us what we had in mind.

Firstly, I passed her the disc, and told her that her 
photos were on it, and we hoped she was happy with 
them. Both of my girls looked at Evelyn, who blushed 
under their scrutiny, and leaving it on the desk, she 
looked at it like it was a foreign object.

I'd introduced my girls to her beforehand when we 
walked into the building, and looking up at me, she 
asked if the girls knew what was on the disc. I told 
her they did, that Reg had sorted through the pics, 
and only copied the 'safe' ones for her.

That gave her a shock, and going pale with fright, she 
gasped, "They know? What, did you tell them, do they 
know everything?"

Reg spoke up, and said, "It's okay, Evelyn. We know 
what our dad does, and we're okay with it. You don't 
have to be embarrassed; we're not going to tell anyone 
about it. You're secret's safe with us!"

Lily nodded her agreement with what her sister said. 
"That's right, everybody has their secrets, and no-one 
else needs to know about them!"

That seemed to mollify her, so taking the disc and 
putting it in a drawer then locking it, she became all 
business again, and the girls started to fill her in 
on what type of house THEY wanted.

***

The girls finally settled on a five-bedroom bungalow 
with two bathrooms, (oh the joy of having a bathroom 
to myself!), in a good neighbourhood, and only a ten 
minute drive to work, surrounded by a high wooden 
fence, with a pool in the backyard, and a large 
basement. There was a big tree in the front yard, an 
old mature walnut, which made me nervous, but Lily 
went up to it, touched it with her hand for a few 
seconds, then came back to stand at my side, and told 
me that it wouldn't fall over anytime soon.

"Her roots are firm and deep, dad," she told me. 
"She's okay. She'll look after us, I asked her to!"

Evelyn just raised her eyebrows at that, but I smiled, 
and shook my head.

The bungalow was big and roomy inside. I'd picked out 
a small room for my office and one of the bigger ones 
for my bedroom, while the girls each claimed a room as 
theirs. The spare room we left as is for the time 
being. When Evelyn wanted to know how long we were 
going to be renting the house for, I told her we 
weren't renting it. She stood there, confused. When I 
told her we were buying, she nearly dropped on the 
spot. We knew that the sale of that bungalow would 
fetch her a hefty commission, and there were tears in 
her eyes as she stood there, lost for words.

That commission was desperately needed by her, as 
things were tight at home, the girls told me later.

***

When we got back to the office, Evelyn's boss, a woman 
in her fifties, but still with a tidy figure and nice 
breasts for a woman her age, saw the happy look on her 
employee's face. When Evelyn told her about the sale 
of the bungalow, the male co-worker swore under his 
breath.

"I've been trying to sell that property for months 
now!" he groaned. Evelyn gave him a superior smile, 
and told him, "Too bad, it's gone now!"

I spoke to the manager, and told her I didn't 
appreciate this man cutting Evelyn off when we had 
specifically gone in there to see her about buying a 
property.

"We were not impressed." I told her angrily. "This 
young man should have learnt some manners before his 
mother let him loose on the world!"

Reg and Lily snorted with laughter, and failed to stop 
anyone hearing them. The woman manager stood silent, a 
look of intense disapproval of my words on her face. 
She turned to the young man, and said, "That's the 
last complaint I'm getting from people about you, 
Simon! I've had enough. I've lost good customers and 
staff because of your aggressive tactics, and I'm not 
putting up with it anymore!"

Fixing him with a glare, she said, "Simon, you may be 
my son, but you're fired!"

***

Oh, boy! Time to go!

***

When the moving truck drove away filled up with all of 
our belongings, I stood on the pavement, and it was if 
I was seeing the house for the first time. It looked 
old and worn. The paint was flaking, and I saw a few 
little jobs that needed doing that I hadn't noticed 
previously. In my mind's eye, I saw a little five year 
old boy racing in circles on the front lawn, a plastic 
aeroplane clutched in his tiny hand at arm's length. 
Making vroooom sounds, he was pretending to be a 
fighter pilot, shooting down enemies by the score.

I saw my Dad sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette 
after he had to give me a good whupping for something 
or other. Then I saw myself sitting there with him, 
his arm around my shoulders, hugging me tight in 
apology.

So many memories, good and bad. Reg came up to me, 
took my hand, and led me to the car. I was actually 
crying as I drove away.

***

The girls were a whirlwind of energy as we all 
unpacked that day. Then halfway through it, they ran 
past me out of their bedrooms in their bikini's, their 
girl flesh bobbing and swaying, to shriek in delighted 
laughter as they bombed the pool, causing water to 
splash everywhere. I went outside to ask them what 
they were doing, so they got out of the pool dripping 
wet, grabbed me, and threw me into the pool. The shock 
of the water made me swallow some. I got my head above 
water, and coughed and spluttered.

Ah, to hell with unpacking! I took off my wet shirt 
and jeans, and in my underwear, chased them around the 
pool, with the girls shrieking and screaming in mock 
horror and delicious delight as my hands found their 
boobs and butts, and pussies.

***

I had made arrangements with Evelyn for the renting 
out of my old property, which earned her another, 
albeit smaller, commission. She recommended a 
renovation firm to do some tidying up around the 
place, which I was grateful for. The change in her was 
good to see. Gone was the care-worn look, and she 
blossomed to become a more confident, more self-
assured woman. Her hair had a shine to it, and she 
carried herself with an upright stance, her shoulders 
back, and a ready smile on her face.

When we had a house-warming party, her name was on the 
top of our list.

Lacie had called, and so when I invited her to the 
house-warming, she turned up on the day looking 
absolutely fabulous. None of my guests knew she was 
anything but a woman, and when she started to get 
compliments, she preened. When asked, she said she was 
in the entertainment business, which made my girls 
choke, and excuse themselves, so as not to laugh in 
front of everyone. If they only knew!

When Lacie turned up and saw the house, she decided to 
stay for a couple of days, and we set up the spare 
room for her. Her manager got huffy, and told her she 
was on a tight schedule, and they couldn't stay for 
more than a night, if that. She promptly told him to 
change their plans, or change his employment status. 
He changed their plans!

***

The manager turned up early the next morning, in a 
foul humour, and Lacie promptly told him to go away, 
today was her time, and he wasn't welcome. She'd 
relegated him to a seedy motel on the interstate as 
punishment for being 'uppity' the day before. He 
gritted his teeth, and stormed off.

I decided I didn't like that asshole, but Lacie told 
me he was good at getting her work, so she tolerated 
him. Then with a self-satisfied smirk, she changed 
into a green string bikini, and went to lay out on the 
deck by the pool.

The girls had gone to school, leaving me alone with 
Lacie. I dragged my feet, not really in the mood to go 
to work, but resigned to doing so.

Her figure had filled out, and her curves were 
immaculate. I stood by the sliding doors, which opened 
onto a patio, watching her. Her butt was rounded and 
firm, her legs long and trim from exercise. She was 
lying on her stomach, and turning her head, she smiled 
in greeting.

"Reg," she said in a seductive voice, "come and join 
me."

"Wish I could," I sighed. "I have to go to work, you 
know, earn the money, pay the bills, yahdee, yah!"

"Call in sick," she said. "The boss will understand."

"I am the boss," I told her, really wanting to spend 
the day with her.

"So?' she said, raising her eyebrow. "Problem solved!"

I laughed, and said, "Yeah, you got a point!" moving 
outside to kneel beside her and stroke her firm 
delicious butt.

***

I heard a gasp from Reg, and in mind-speak, told her 
to mind her own business, and concentrate on her 
schoolwork.

"Well, really!" she giggled, and then she was gone. I 
concentrated on rubbing lotion on Lacie's back and 
buttocks, firmly massaging her body. She relaxed, and 
became putty in my hands. My fingers dipped between 
her butt cheeks, rubbing her anus under the bikini.

"Oh," she groaned, "that's nice, Reg! Keep doing 
that!"

I had developed a hard-on, and stopping the massage 
for a moment, I quickly stripped off, my clothes in a 
heap beside us.

Then putting my hands on her legs, I made long sweeps, 
rubbing up the legs on the outside, and then sliding 
them down on the inside of her thighs. My hands 
eventually returned to her butt, and as I kneaded 
those delicious firm globes, Lacie began to minutely 
rotate her body, grinding her groin into the towel 
under her.

Then she turned over, sat up, and took her bikini off. 
A couple of pull ties, and the string thing melted off 
her, and was tossed aside. Her breasts were silicone 
enhanced, but looked as natural as they could be. Her 
small penis was hard, and she had a glazed look in her 
eyes.

We embraced and kissed, our hands exploring each 
other's bodies, her hand dropping into my lap to 
stroke and fondle me. Then pushing me away gently, 
Lacie smiled, and told me it was my turn to have 
lotion applied to me, as she didn't want me to get 
burned.

I lay down on my stomach, and then Lacie's hands began 
their magic. As she kneaded the tension out of my 
shoulders and back, she started to speak, softly and 
hypnotically.

"I've always thought of you, Reg. You were the first 
man who was gentle with me. You were so considerate; I 
think I fell in love with you a little that night in 
the library."

I went to rise up, but she pushed me back down, and 
told me to listen.

"You were the first man to take me into your mouth. It 
was always the other way around, and you really 
surprised me when you asked me if you could do it! I 
could have let you continue, but I wanted you to have 
me."

"I remember that time," I said. "You surprised me too, 
Lacie, when you pulled my zip down. I had fantasized 
about your ass so many times! I never thought I'd have 
chance with you, you know! I would watch you as you 
walked, and you always gave me a boner!"

Lacie chuckled, her hands massaging my ass now. Her 
fingers started to rub my sphincter, and I groaned at 
the contact.

"I've found men like that," she said. "Straight or 
gay, men love their ass played with!"

We laughed, and then she said, "My first time was not 
the most romantic. The guy who had sex with me the 
first time was my father. He would watch me, and one 
night, he was drunk, but still able to get it up. He 
climbed into bed with me, started kissing me, and 
climbing onto me as I lay on my back; he fumbled 
around until he penetrated me."

Her hands stopped moving, and she gave a deep sigh. 
"Strangely, I didn't mind him doing that to me. I had 
a crush on my dad for years, and would fantasize about 
his cock. I would dream of him having sex with me, 
kissing me, sucking me, fucking me. When it finally 
happened, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and 
cried with joy as he pumped away into my ass. God, I 
miss him!"

"What happened to him, Lacie?" I asked.

"He became depressed, and killed himself because of 
the guilt of what he did to me. Mom blamed me, and 
threw me out of the house. She knew I had something to 
do with his suicide, but she didn't know what. She 
didn't want a queer for a son, and told me to leave. I 
was only thirteen! Thank god some friends of mine took 
me in!"

"They put me through school, and I worked in the adult 
industry to put myself through college. Some, well, 
most, of the guys were really sexy, but rough! Every 
time I had sex with them, it was you I was thinking 
of."

I felt honoured, and a warm feeling for this 
incredible person washed through me. I rolled over, 
and pulled her to me. We kissed, and the kiss became 
passionate, our mouths glued together. Lacie reached 
down, and tugged on my cock, her whimpers of need 
fuelling my desire. I lay her down on her back, and 
lay over her. Lacie rubbed my cock and placed me at 
her anus, and whispered, "Fuck me Reg. I want you to."

I pushed down slowly, and after a moment's resistance, 
I slid inside her. Her ass was still warm and tight, 
and I was transported back those many years to the 
night in the library, and then I was moving in her, 
sliding deep and strong. Lacie pushed back at me, her 
eyes closed, a small smile on her lips. I plunged into 
her, my thrusts become faster, more desperate as I 
felt my climax approaching. She was so incredibly 
sexy, I couldn't last long. After about ten minutes, I 
groaned, "Lacie, I'm coming! Sorry babe, can't help 
it!"

She gave a little giggle, her internal muscles 
gripping me, and said, "Do it, lover! Shoot that stuff 
in me!"

I let loose with a loud groan, my cock pulsing and 
jerking with the contractions. Lacie moaned, her ass 
clutching my cock as I spurted inside her lovely 
channel.

***

That afternoon, before the girls got home from school, 
we had our photographic session, and Lacie was a joy 
to work with. She knew how to move, how to pose, and I 
did very little in the way of direction. Her years in 
the porn industry had taught her well. When we were 
finished, she gave me a slow and loving blowjob, and 
then as I sat on the couch recovering from an intense 
orgasm, she called her manager. When he arrived to 
pick her up, she held me close, tightly, and after 
kissing me, she told me that when she 'retired,' she 
might move to my town to be near me.

"You are welcome here anytime, Lacie, and I'm going to 
miss you," I told her, and sadly watched her ass as 
she walked away.

I loved that girl!

***

A couple of weeks later, I was in my shop, getting 
ready to go out for lunch. A new pizza place had 
opened down the street, and I'd heard good things 
about it. I wanted to check it out, and as I was 
locking the door, suddenly there was a cacophony of 
noise in my head, feminine emotions slamming into me, 
almost making me fall to my knees in shock.

The girls were screaming at me, their words 
disjointed, anger, sadness, shock, horror and terror 
giving me a blinding headache.

"Girls!" I shouted at them, using mind-speak as I 
clutched the door handle to keep myself upright. "Slow 
down, stop shouting! What's happening? Do you need 
me?"

"Dad!" Lily sobbed, "its Evelyn, she's in danger! You 
have to get to her NOW!"

The sense of urgency was overpowering, and running to 
my car, I fumbled with the keys, almost dropping them 
before I got the door unlocked. I dived in, started 
the car, and was off with the tyres squealing. I ran 
two red lights, missing traffic by inches amid blaring 
horns.

Then I was in front of the office where Evelyn worked 
and ran through the front door where I saw her pinned 
to the wall by a large drunk man. His hair and clothes 
were dishevelled, and he was mean as a bear with a 
sore head as he held her by the throat.

"Money, bitch," he was saying to her, "I want some 
money! I know you have some, you always did! Where the 
fuck is it?"

Evelyn's eyes were terrified, and she grabbed at his 
arm with both hands. She was choking, gagging as she 
tried to get air into her lungs. Everything went red 
and then I was moving toward him. The guy, the ex-
husband I guessed, let her go, and then back-handed 
her across the temple with the back of his fist.

There was a sickening thud as his fist connected with 
her head. That sent the gasping woman reeling sideways 
to collapse unconscious onto the floor. Then 
everything went crazy. Suddenly I was not alone in my 
head. Lily and Reg were there, and I felt them pour 
energy into me. My hand snaked out as the guy heard me 
behind him, turning to face me. He outweighed me by at 
least a hundred pounds, but as my fingers found his 
throat, he was lifted off his feet as I slammed him 
into the wall.

My other hand became a claw, and the urge to rip out 
his eyes was so all-consuming, I had to fight hard to 
assert my own control as the girls screamed their hate 
for him. Then miraculously, the claw became a fist, 
and I hit him, once, twice, three times in the face.

The first punch thumped his head into the wall. The 
second created a dent with cracks radiating out from 
it, and the third a hole as his skull bounced into and 
off the drywall. Every time I drew back my arm for 
another punch, energy poured into it, driving it 
forward with greater force.

His face was a mess, blood pouring out of his squashed 
nose, drenching his shirt front and my wrist as it 
spurted redly. I let him go, and he slid down the 
wall, to sit crumpled on his butt. The girls were 
still with me, urging me to rip him apart.

"Girls!" I told them, "back off! Calm down, he's not 
getting up!"

The did back off, but circled around in the background 
of my mind like two she-wolves with their hackles up 
and bristling with suppressed rage, snarling and ready 
to jump back in if he got up. The guy was crying now, 
and all the fight seemed to go out of him. I heard a 
sob behind me, and turning, I saw Evelyn's boss 
standing there, rooted to the spot in terror.

"Call the paramedics!" I yelled at her, and when she 
didn't move, I said a little more forcefully, "NOW!"

***

I dropped to my knees, and noticed that Evelyn, sweet 
and gentle Evelyn, wasn't breathing. I did CPR as best 
as I could remember, not sure I was doing it right. 
I'd done a first-aid course years ago, and never in my 
wildest dreams did I think that I would ever need the 
knowledge, until now.

My eyes filled with tears, and soon, I was sobbing, 
begging her to wake up and come back to us. But, she 
didn't show any signs of recovery, breaking my heart.

The paramedics turned up and a small contingent of 
police as well. What a mess. At first, they thought 
I'd attacked Evelyn, and then her customer, as I was 
splattered with blood. But slowly, I made it clear 
that I was the one who stopped the big guy from doing 
any further damage to the prone woman.

***

Then in the midst of the confusion, one of the 
paramedics said in an excited voice, "We have a pulse! 
It's weak and erratic, but it's there!"

I breathed easier, and watched as they bundled her 
body out of there to the waiting ambulance. I was 
escorted to the police station, and gave my statement 
as best as I could remember it, and what had happened. 
Then my stomach began to clench, and asking for and 
getting directions to the restroom I rushed out of the 
interview room. When I got there, I hurried into a 
cubicle. I went onto my knees and threw up into the 
bowl.

I realised that it was the reaction to the adrenaline 
that had flooded my system. I was weak, and I 
desperately wanted to lie down and sleep. I dragged 
myself to my feet, and feeling light-headed, I opened 
the door.

As I came out, a drunk old man was standing by the 
wall, and he said, "Boy, if ya cain't handle it, don't 
drink it!"

The he turned, and promptly urinated into a corner.

I washed my face, looking into the haggard face that 
stared back at me. My knuckles stung, so I washed the 
dried blood off them.

I stepped into the hallway, and steeled myself for 
more questions.

***

The main points that the investigating officer had a 
hang-up about was, how did I know that Evelyn 
Montaigne needed my help? How did I know she was in 
danger?

I couldn't just tell him about the girls, he'd never 
understand. How could I tell him that when they 
'bonded' with another person, they were there with 
them, any time they wanted to be?

So, I lied a little. Dammit, what else could I do? I 
told him that I just had an overpowering feeling that 
she was in danger, and it wouldn't go away. I told him 
about running two red lights to get to her, and he 
charged me with that, but somewhere along the line, 
those charges were dropped.

He wasn't happy with my version of events, but as the 
ex-husband had a record of domestic violence and drunk 
and disorderly charges against him, they had no choice 
but to accept my account of the day's happenings, 
which were about the same as what the estate agent 
saw.

I finally got to go home, where the twins took charge 
of me, stripping the sweat soaked and blood spattered 
clothing off me, washing me in the shower, and as I 
was not feeling very hungry, they put me to bed.

***

In the morning, we all took the day off. I tell you, I 
was severely wiped, man. The girls looked as haggard 
and washed out as I did. You cannot draw on that kind 
of power that quickly and forcefully as the twins did, 
with me as the focus, without it taking a dreadful 
toll on you, if you do it without preparation first. 
We moped about and slept most of the day, snacking 
instead of using energy to make a proper meal. We went 
to bed early, all of us sleeping together in my bed, 
cuddled up and warm.


-= Chapter Three =-

I spent most of my spare time in the evenings with 
Evelyn, who was still unconscious. Her daughter, 
Trudi, came in as often as she could, her eyes red 
from crying. We got to talking, and she told me how 
she had hated her mom for always being strict with 
her, but as she held her mom's hand, weeping with 
loss, she said how much she loved her, and didn't want 
to lose her. Evelyn was in a coma, the blow to her 
head giving her a major concussion, swelling the brain 
dangerously.

Gradually, over the next couple of weeks, the swelling 
went down, but she still showed no signs of waking up. 
She was moved out of ICU, and into the coma ward. 
Trudi went to stay with relatives until her mom woke 
up, or, and we hated to think of this, she died.

I would sit with her so that she wasn't lonely, and 
talked with her. I found myself reminiscing about our 
time together, and telling her about my past. I told 
her about Leesa and the girls, everything I could 
think of, in the vain hope she could hear me. Her 
monitor spiked a couple of times, but the nurse told 
me it was only slight brain activity, nothing more.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. She wasn't my 
girlfriend, we'd only had sex the once, so why was I 
at her bedside every spare moment? Fucked if I knew. 
It was something I had to do, so don't ask me why. I 
just did it.

Evelyn wasn't on life-support, being able to breathe 
on her own. Her breathing was strong and regular, and 
her skin lost its pale pallor, and regained its 
colour.

Then about four one morning, I felt a nudge and woke 
from an uncomfortable doze to see two sparkling sky-
blue eyes gazing in love at me.

***

I stood, ready to rush out and get a nurse, but Evelyn 
smiled weakly, and with a hoarse voice, told me to 
stay, she had something to tell me.

"Thirsty," she said. "Can I have some water, please?"

I got a glass of water, and helped her drink. When she 
pushed the empty glass from her lips, she thanked me, 
and lay back onto her pillows. I asked how she was 
feeling, she told me she had a headache, and felt a 
little disjointed. I told her about the concussion, to 
which she said she knew all about it.

I sat there, looking into those eyes, and then it hit 
me. They were different, somehow, they seemed 
familiar, and then a cold tingle went down my spine.

The woman in the bed smiled, and said, "Hello, Reg. 
It's been a while!"

She chuckled at the look on my face, and asked me how 
I was?

"Oh, my god," I breathed. "Leesa?"

"Hello, honey. You didn't answer my question. How's my 
virgin boy?"

I couldn't answer; my mouth wouldn't close to speak. 
Finally, she reached out, took my hand, and said, 
"You're doing very well with the girls. I've been 
watching over you, and I'm so very proud of how you've 
looked after them!"

"How?" I managed to say, more of a croak. "Where's 
Evelyn? Are you both in there?"

Leesa looked sad as she told me that the blow that 
knocked Evelyn unconscious had driven her spirit out 
of her body, making her flee deeply into the spirit 
world, terrified of coming back. Once over there, she 
had 'fainted' and had gone into a spiritual version of 
a coma. There were entities looking after her, spirit 
healers, but there was no way she would ever return, 
not in this lifetime. By the time she had been healed, 
Leesa told me, this body she was in would have wasted 
away and died. It was only her spirit helpers that had 
kept it living.

"I'm sorry honey," she said, "Evelyn's not coming 
back. She's gone."

***

Just about then, someone noticed 'Evelyn' sitting up 
in bed talking to me, and a handful of doctors and 
nurses rushed in to do a myriad of checks on her. I 
had to stand aside for the better part of an hour, 
watching them do this and that to her, impatient to 
talk with my wife. Finally, they went away, and we 
were alone for a while. "I'm what's known as a 'walk-
in,' my darling wife told me. "I chose to return, 
because I missed you and the girls so much, Reg. The 
work I have to do can wait, we have all eternity to 
catch up on it."

I was in shock. There was so much I didn't know. It 
was all a bit too much to take in at the time. Leesa 
smiled tiredly, and told me to go home and rest. "I 
just have some adjusting to do with this body, to get 
comfortable with it. Don't worry, honey," she said 
gently, "I will still be here when you come back 
tomorrow. I don't want to leave you and the girls 
again!"

Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Then 
opening one eye, she growled playfully, "Go away, Reg! 
I need my sleep, and I can't do that with you 
disturbing me!"

As I made my way to the door, she called out softly, 
"Reg? Please don't tell the girls. Not yet, I want to 
surprise them!"

I promised, wondering how I was going to keep them out 
of my head, where they'd see the good news anyway. I 
was walking up the corridor when Leesa's voice said, 
"Don't worry, hon, I'll help you keep them out!"

I was almost bursting with joy as I walked out of the 
front doors.

***

When I got home, the girls were up, looking ruffled 
from waking up when they heard me come through the 
door. They sensed a change in me, and they got a 
little panicked when they couldn't 'read' my mind.

"Dad?" Reg said, "what's happening? I can't see you 
anymore! What happened?'

Lily was tearing up, but I told them to go back to bed 
for a while, they didn't have to go to school today if 
they didn't want to. That got their attention, and 
they were wide awake immediately. I was grinning, but 
no matter how many times they nagged me, I wouldn't 
give them any details, just telling them I had 
something to show them later on.

***

When we got to the hospital, Evelyn/Leesa was sitting 
up in bed, with a nurse fussing her about something. 
The bed-ridden woman smiled as we came in, and the 
girls, not yet cottoning on to the change in her, 
stood there, a little uncertainly.

The nurse moved away, giving us some privacy.

"Well, girls," the woman said cheerfully, "how have 
you been? You've grown, both of you! Have you been 
keeping your father out of mischief?"

Lily and Reg looked at the woman, and then looked 
closer. Suddenly screaming and squealing in joy, they 
dove onto the bed, hugging and kissing their mom in 
raptures of joy, who grinned and cried with them as 
they buried her under their bodies.

That's my girls! They knew exactly who was talking to 
them. Leesa had dropped the barrier to her mind, and 
let the girls see who she really was in there. The 
depth of love she had for them was boundless!

"We've missed you!" they both cried, the tears flowing 
abundantly as they competed to tell their mom what 
they'd been doing since she'd been gone. I left them 
to it, and found a nurse who told me Trudi had been 
notified that her mother was awake and asking for her.

It was a two day drive to get to the hospital from 
where she was living with her relatives. They were 
already on their way. It was cheaper to drive than to 
fly for the family, so they chose to do it that way 
instead.

Looking at the reunion on the bed, she asked me how 
many children Evelyn Montaigne had? "As far as we 
know, it was just the one, but there are two more over 
there!"

I told her that my two girls knew Evelyn, and had come 
to view her as a mother surrogate, their own mom 
having died a couple of years back. She just nodded, 
and we spoke of other things.

"She wants to go home, but we'll keep her another day 
or so for observation," a doctor told me. "That was a 
nasty bang to the head she had, but she appears well 
enough to go for short walks."

"We'll monitor her progress, and see how she does. If 
we're satisfied she's okay, she can be home in a day 
or two!"

***

When I got back to Leesa's bed, she was deep in 
conversation with the girls. She looked up at me 
smiling, and told me they were catching up. Then I 
told her the doctors wanted to keep her for another 
day or so, making Lily and Reg groan with frustration. 
They wanted their mom home now, not in two days! Leesa 
agreed with the doctors, saying she had the difficult 
task of making Trudi believe that it was her mom who 
had woken up out of a coma, her usual self, not 
someone else.

"The visiting hours are almost over for the day," she 
said, "so come back tonight. I need to talk with you 
all, and I'll explain everything then."

We departed, the girls crying in sadness that they 
couldn't stay longer. Leesa kissed them both, then me, 
and repeated what she'd said earlier, so promising 
we'd be there, we left.

***

That night, we crowded around Leesa's bed in the 
recovery ward. They'd moved her when they were 
satisfied she wasn't going to relapse back into a 
coma. It was a light airy room, facing the sunset, 
which was glorious that day. We waited before 
speaking, to make sure no-one overheard anything they 
shouldn't have, or saw what we were doing. Then Leesa 
began speaking to us in mind-speak, so we could 'hear' 
and feel everything she had to tell us.

"When Evelyn came over to us, we had access to all her 
thoughts, emotions, and memories. Nothing is truly 
lost, not even by the transition that is known as 
Death. Everything we do, everything we say, everything 
we are is stored in what is commonly called the 
'Akashic Library.' I have access to all of Evelyn's 
memories, should I need them. It has been granted to 
me to change, control, or modify Trudi's mind to help 
her accept the transition she and I will go through. 
You all will have your part to play in this, and for a 
time, I must ask you all, especially you, girls, to be 
strong and supportive of my mission here."

"What do you mean, mom?' Lily asked, an inquisitive 
look on her face.

"My darlings, for a time, I won't be living with you," 
she said sadly. "I must stay in Evelyn and Trudi's 
home, and I must slowly steer Trudi around to come to 
accept you all. You are all strangers to her at the 
moment. She would be traumatised to suddenly start 
living with you all, not understanding why, so I must 
be apart physically from you. I will be in contact 
with you, of course, but Trudi will expect to be 
living with her mother, which I shall be, until we can 
all be together as one big family."

She looked at us, going from one face to another, her 
eyes asking acceptance of her decision.

***

The girls disagreed in consternation, understanding, 
but disappointed by not having their mother around 
after being separated for so long from her. Leesa felt 
their pain, hers was just as strong, but her resolve 
was like a steel trap, rigid and unbending. She had to 
do this. We 'saw' her plan, and it was relatively 
simple, really. She would begin a relationship with 
me, and the girls, as a single woman falling in love 
with a kind good-natured man, me naturally, and 
becoming a mother to his daughters, and then as the 
relationship developed, Trudi would come to accept the 
girls as her older sisters, and then we would all 
become a family, her and Trudi moving in finally.

The girls didn't say anything for a time, but their 
emotions were linked, speaking louder than words. 
Their emotions were a battleground, good sense warring 
with screaming denial. Leesa and I felt them slowly 
coming around, and we could see it was painful for 
them. Then the decision was made, reached 
simultaneously between them, and their resolve to be a 
part of their mother's plan was plain to see in their 
eyes. They would help her, no matter the cost.

Did I tell you I was really bloody proud of my two 
girls?

***

"Now, girls, I've mentioned to Reg, your father, that 
I returned as a 'walk-in.' I'll give you a little 
background into what that is."

"This will be important for you too, dear reader," she 
said, looking right at you.

"Usually, when someone decides that life for them has 
become too hard to bear, or has been contemplating 
suicide for a time, or feels that their work has 
reached a point where they are just marking time, they 
make arrangements for another disincarnated spirit to 
step in and take over their bodies as they leave."

"This isn't spirit-possession as defined by the church 
or religion. The disincarnated spirits are 'souls' who 
have a desire to return and continue living a human 
life without going through the tedious expense of 
conception and birth. Most of the literature you find 
on the web will give you many points of view about 
what a walk-in is, and some are so out in the field as 
to be complete rubbish!"

"Starseeds, Lightworkers, Rainbow children, all that 
is high-minded garbage, self-aggrandizing little 
people who have low self-esteem, making themselves 
seem greater than they are. Pity them. The real walk-
ins don't advertise themselves, because they either 
don't remember who they are or were, or they do 
remember and keep silent and get on with their lives 
and work."

Leesa took a deep breath, and reached for her glass of 
water. She took a sip, and then placed it beside her 
on the small table.

"Now. When Ralph Morgenson, Evelyn's ex-husband, hit 
Evelyn on the side of her head with his fist, he 
channelled a lot of his male energy into that punch. 
He didn't know he was doing it, it was unconscious. It 
contained every ounce of his vicious nature, and it 
pounded into her, like a tsunami wave hitting a 
flower, shoving her spirit completely out of her body. 
She'd been living in terror of his return, and to a 
certain respect, she created a self-fulfilling 
prophecy."

"He found her, and being in his usual inebriated 
state, he went looking for more money to feed his 
addiction. When she was hit, and fled her body, Evelyn 
didn't even realise she was having an out-of-body 
experience, she just 'ran' until she stopped, and 
began to notice where she was. That's when she 
'fainted', and went into a coma on the other side, out 
of pure shock."

***

"I made it known," she said, "that I was going to 
return, as I knew that there was no way the spirit 
known here as Evelyn Montaigne was ever coming back. 
She was too deep into her coma over there. By the time 
the healers had woken her up, this body," she gave a 
small wave at it," would have died long before."

"It was her spirit helpers who kept it alive for me. I 
waited until the body had healed enough to step into 
it, making sure first that nothing was wrong, would or 
could go wrong in the future. There was a small cyst 
on her ovaries that I had to remove, nothing major. I 
wanted to be here for a very long time! In the process 
of going over the body, I woke the psychic centres so 
that we could all talk together, and allow me access 
to the records on the other side."

"Plus," she gave a mysterious smile, "I tweaked here 
and there a little!" Leesa giggled, making her look 
and sound like a naughty child.

"I liked my dark hair, so it will begin to darken and 
thicken as it grows out. I'll have a word to Trudi who 
dyes her hair, as she's not a natural blonde, she's 
actually a redhead! Evelyn indulged her, allowing her 
to dye her hair blonde. Evelyn indulged her in a few 
things, making her a spoiled brat. That will stop!"

Leesa then yawned, and told us to go home, she'd be in 
contact in a few days. The girls, shedding tears, but 
not crying, kissed and hugged their mother, then 
stepped back to allow me to do the same. We held 
hands, and as I gazed into the beautiful blue eyes of 
the love of my life, I whispered, "Come home soon, my 
love."

She told me she would, asking for me and the girls to 
be patient. I bent and kissed her one last time, and 
then three sad but happy people went home to a snack 
and then to their beds.


-= Chapter Four =-

Evelyn's family arrived the next day, and after the 
doctors cleared her, she was whisked away, Trudi 
clinging to her like a lost child. Leesa was secretly 
amused by Evelyn's family, but played her part 
beautifully, the weak tired recoveree, the ecstatic 
mom seeing her relieved and desperate child, the 
grateful parent happy that she was alive, and happy 
that her family took charge of her offspring. So many 
hats for one woman!

***

As the weeks progressed, the girls adjusted to having 
their mother back, but not living with us. There was 
the odd rebellious spat, but I let it go. I missed her 
too. I kept turning to tell her something, feeling her 
near, only to be disappointed when I saw she wasn't 
there in body.

One evening, Trudi must have done something she 
shouldn't have, or was about to, when suddenly I heard 
Leesa yell angrily, "Oh, no, you will not, missy! Get 
away from that now!"

Reg, disturbed from her book, said, "Huh! What?"

Lily, sounding guilty about something, said, "But mom! 
I wasn't doing anything!"

There was a moment's silence, then Leesa began to 
laugh. 

"Not you dear, sorry! This little she-devil thought 
she was being sneaky! I caught her just in time!"

We had the impression of something to do with a very 
large red vibrator that had belonged to Evelyn, 
suppressed mirth from Leesa, and then she was gone.

Before Lily shut the door to her mind, there was an 
impression of fingers, an 'oh goody!', and something 
that was very warm, moist, and oh so silky.

***

In the meantime, Evelyn/Leesa had been interviewed by 
the police, and the statement she gave them backed up 
mine. Ralph had come to the office where she worked, 
and beat her up, looking for money for booze. When she 
didn't give him any, he further assaulted her, and 
knocked her unconscious, resulting in her coma.

When the detective asked her if she'd placed a call to 
me to come to her rescue, she denied it, saying that 
when she was assaulted, the only person she thought of 
at the time was me. She knew she was in mortal danger, 
and could remember screaming for help, not knowing 
that I'd turn up when I did.

She said she was surprised to see me come through the 
door, and could remember nothing after that, as Ralph 
had hit her, and she knew nothing more until she woke 
up in hospital. The detective had to accept that, but 
confided to her that he was going to have trouble 
writing that up, as he didn't know how he was going to 
explain a psychic call for help.

The court case put a strain on everybody's 
credibility, and the defence attorney tried to get 
Ralph a lighter sentence by saying that he had a 
disease, and he had no control over his actions when 
under the influence of his disease.

The judge found that explanation too extreme to 
believe, and in the end, gave Ralph Morgenson 
seventeen years for attempted murder. He was told that 
the coma that Evelyn had fallen into was by rights 
fatal, and it was only a miracle that she recovered 
with no lingering after-effects.

"Being an alcoholic and a violent drunk doesn't excuse 
you from the consequences of your actions," the judge 
told him sternly. "I would give you life, if I could! 
Take the prisoner away!"

The prisoner cried in the dock as the sentence was 
handed down, but they were tears of self-pity, not 
remorse for what he'd done. He yelled, "I'm innocent!" 
as they took him away.

***

Then at last it was time for Leesa to put the second 
part of her plan into action. She'd gone back to work, 
and using her talents, she matched homes to 
prospective buyers and renters. Her portfolio grew, 
and so did her credibility and reputation. People 
would come far and wide just to get her and her alone 
to put them into their first home, or second, or to 
handle the sale or renting of their property.

She was made lucrative offers by other real estate 
agents trying to headhunt her, negotiating a higher 
commission rate by threatening to leave her current 
employer. The lady, Jeanette, grumped and griped, but 
as her firm was doing so well, she had no choice but 
to agree.

Leesa would spend time with me when she could, and 
we'd sit relaxed in the coffee shop, talking and 
reminiscing, chatting about the girls, her experiences 
on the other side, and before we knew it, we would 
have to part, hugging and kissing. It did become 
easier to let her go, knowing she was coming back to 
me, and the girls, for good. That one thought allowed 
me to sleep at nights.

When I wistfully told her how horny I was around her, 
she gave me a grin, and told me my answer was at home. 
"Just because I'm back, doesn't mean you have to stop 
being intimate with the girls, you know," she said 
quite matter-of-factly.

"You don't mind?" I asked a bit shocked and surprised.

Leesa gave me a compassionate look and smiled as she 
said, "My darling Reg, who do you think gave them the 
idea in the first place? They love you. And you make 
them feel special when you love them physically, as 
well as emotionally. Now, when you go home tonight, 
you have some making up to do. They're feeling a bit 
left out, and are wondering if you don't love them 
anymore. I know you love me, and I love you too, but 
the girls are feeling neglected. Go home and put 
things right between you three!"

***

So I did. When I got home, I showered, and did some 
making up, and some making out, with my two girls. 
They were happy as I touched and kissed them. Lily 
loves to have her breasts massaged and played with, 
Reg her ass. I know Reg wants to have anal sex, but 
she hadn't decided when, always putting off the 
decision to go through with the act.

Both girls enjoyed oral sex, giving and receiving. 
Lily, who is the more aggressive of the two, will go 
down on her sister and me with the least provocation. 
She loves the taste of cock and pussy! Reg is more 
laid back. She'll only do her sister and me when the 
mood strikes her, and together Lily and I have to 
really get her horny before she'll do oral. She really 
gets into it, but at her own pace. We don't push her 
to do anything thing she doesn't want to, which she 
appreciates.

So that night, I had two very naked and very horny 
girls to satisfy. We kissed, we played, and we rubbed 
and tickled each other. I was licking Reg who sat over 
my face, while Lily hungrily took my woody into her 
mouth. She started to experiment with deep throating, 
gagging a lot, but she was determined to get me down 
her throat.

When she came up for air, I took the opportunity to 
ask her why she was trying that. Reg groaned in 
frustration, as she was near her climax, and I had 
been nibbling on her clit at the time.

"Lacie was showing me how to do it," she said, slowly 
wanking my cock, which was covered with her saliva. 
"She told me that she'd done it with you, so I wanted 
to try it."

She grinned ruefully, and said, "It's not as easy as 
she made it out to be. I have trouble relaxing my 
throat muscles."

Then taking a deep breath, then letting it out, she 
went back to what she was doing. So did I, and was 
rewarded by Reg grinding her pussy into my mouth as 
she bucked and moaned in orgasm.

***

Reg got off my face, and pushing her sister out of the 
way, held my cock as she sank down on it. Then raising 
herself up, she slid down again, building up a rhythm. 
Lily took her place over my head, facing Reg, and then 
they went into a clinch, kissing passionately and 
rubbing their breasts. I thrust up into the sweet snug 
pussy of my daughter, and stopped myself somehow from 
ejaculating into her as she climaxed on my rigid pole.

Lily then took her place on my woody, tender now from 
supressed need, and began to ride me, faster and 
aggressively. Reg lay beside me, kissing me as I 
thrust upward into Lily's warm wet snatch. The sounds 
of our lovemaking, sucking and slurping, drove me 
toward my own climax, and holding Lily's hips, I 
jammed myself hard against her, and shot into her, 
gasping and groaning as my seed pulsed out of my cock 
into her gripping channel.

***

Both girls were now fifteen, and dating. Lily dated 
more often than Reg, who picked her dates then decided 
if she'd have sex with them. Lily's tastes in dates 
were eclectic, to say the least. Male or female, she 
enjoyed sex with both sexes, and more than once 
indulged in threesomes.

She didn't have any specific 'type,' she just enjoyed 
the experiences. Then one night when she walked into 
the living room where I had been watching television, 
she smugly handed me a SD card, and told me to have a 
look.

I set up my laptop, and ran the photos on it. There 
was an opening shot of Lily reaching toward the 
camera, a wicked grin on her face. Then shot after 
shot showed her undressing, and then having sex with a 
beautiful long-haired slim girl.

The shots were amateurish, but she'd got the whole 
thing in frame, and it looked like her partner hadn't 
realised she was being photographed.

Lily knelt between my legs, and freeing my growing 
cock from its confines, she grinned, licked her lips, 
then engulfed me with her mouth.

About half-way through, an older man came into the 
girl's room, and stripped to join the two girls on the 
bed. He was slim, with a slight paunch. His cock was 
hard, and the two girls took turns sucking his cock. 
Most of the action was hidden by their heads or 
bodies, probably because Lily didn't want them to know 
she was recording their lovemaking.

"Dave and Elise Moon," she told me, taking her mouth 
off my turgid cock. "Father and daughter. They live 
about a mile or so away from us. He loves teenage 
pussy!"

Lily giggled, and then went back to sucking me. As the 
last shot came up on the screen, it was of Elise 
riding her father's cock, her head back, and her mouth 
open, her face contorted by her climax.

***

I shot into Lily's mouth, my lovely daughter 
swallowing my cum. Then sitting on the couch next to 
me, she cuddled into my side and asked me if I thought 
we could do a 'Daddy and Daughter Night'?

"How many fathers and daughters are there in this town 
having sex?" I asked her, curious more than anything.

"Well," she said, "at my school, there are about six. 
Some of them have a club going, and meet once a month. 
Some of the moms know, and participate, but the others 
don't have a clue what's going on!"

"That's dangerous," I told her seriously. "We'd have 
to have a family meeting, and if we did have a D&D 
night, we'd have to be very careful."

"I know, Daddy," she said. "They all love each other, 
but they've got a major hang-up with guilt. I just 
wish we could help them get over it!"

"Reg, I'll meet you for coffee tomorrow," Leesa's 
voice in my mind said. "Lily's in danger of getting in 
way over her head about this. Put her off until we can 
talk."

Before I could answer, she was gone.

***

I was happy to be with Leesa again. Every time I saw 
her face and the smile on it as she held me, my 
spirits lifted immediately. We got our coffees, and 
sat outside where we could talk in relative privacy.

I told her that I had a long talk with Lily, and she'd 
agreed not to enquire further into the private lives 
of the families who shared more than a familial love 
between themselves. Leesa told me that was good, and 
then told me she had told Trudi that we were all going 
to meet that Saturday, spending time by the pool in my 
backyard.

"I've told her that we, you and I, are a couple, and 
she's curious to meet you properly. She's a bit iffy 
about meeting Lily and Reg, the girls being older than 
her, but I've talked to them, and they have agreed to 
make her welcome. We need to integrate Trudi into our 
family as soon as we can."

Leesa sighed, the strain of our being apart telling in 
the way her eyes seemed full of pain.

"My god, I miss you all!" She said quietly. "I hate 
being apart from you and our daughters, love. But, it 
has to happen."

She took my hand, squeezed it, and smiled. "Soon, my 
love. Not long now!"

***

That Saturday, Leesa and Trudi arrived early, and then 
holding me and giving me a kiss, Leesa handed Trudi a 
small bag, and told her that she'd picked out a new 
bathing suit for her, and go put it on. When Trudi and 
I were face to face, and the introductions made, she 
flushed with the memory of flashing me that day, but 
masked it quickly, smiling at the memory and giving my 
body the once-over as she stood at the door. Her red 
hair was growing back out, and the effect was almost 
tiger-like. When the girl took the bag, she gave her 
'mother' a funny look, but silently took the bag, Reg 
showing her to her room where she could change.

Trudi looked intimidated by Reg's curvy body, clad in 
a g-string bikini but bravely followed the older girl 
down the hall. Reg chatted to the little barely teen 
girl, and then the door was closing behind them. As 
Leesa and I got a drink, there was a squeak of 
surprise, and then giggles erupted from the bedroom. 
Leesa smiled, then a minute or two later, Trudi stood 
in the living room with us, and proudly showed off her 
new suit.

Her body was thin and gangly, but held the promise of 
a beautiful young woman. Her breasts were small, and 
her hips had a developed curve to them. Her sweet 
little pussy was curved gently between her legs, and I 
could see pubic hair under the cloth of her bottoms. 
The g-string bikini was a lime green, which suited her 
red hair, and I noticed that her eyes were a light 
green colour.

Trudi turned, showing us her cute little butt, which 
was firm-looking and I desperately wanted to place my 
hands on them and feel the smoothness of those 
wonderful little round globes. Leesa murmured into my 
ear, "Later, honey. Patience!"

***

When Trudi saw the pool, looking so cool and inviting, 
she looked at Leesa, who nodded, and with a whoop, she 
was off and running to bomb the pool, sending water 
splashing everywhere, dowsing Lily who had been 
sunbathing beside it.

Lily got up, stood there a moment with her hands on 
her hips, then with a yell, she did a bomb as well, 
followed by Reg, and then all three girls were 
shrieking with laughter, chasing each other around the 
pool.

I was wearing my shorts, so running to the pool, I 
leapt into the air, arching over the pool, and did a 
respectable staple bomb. When I came up for air, the 
girls were laughing, and Reg and Leesa applauded my 
effort. Leesa joined us in the water, and for some 
time, we chased each other, playing a form of tag with 
no rules.

There was a fair amount of groping going on by all the 
females, my butt and genitals being the favourite 
targets, and despite the coolness of the water I 
developed a hard-on. I groped back, but kept my hands 
away from Trudi's breasts and pussy, but giving her 
ass several innocent-seeming squeezes with my hands. 
She squealed when I did that, but was having so much 
fun, she let me.

***

Finally, I had to call it quits, and sat on the edge 
of the pool, Leesa beside me, as we watched the 
inexhaustible energy the girls had. It took them a 
while to run out of puff, then getting out, they laid 
towels in a row, and decided to sunbathe for a while. 
My two girls chatted with the younger girl, who was 
between them, and seemed at ease with them now. They 
included her in their conversation, and soon, whether 
by design or their natural friendliness, the younger 
girl became their friend. A three-way discussion about 
make-up, boys, and feminine things kept them 
engrossed, forgetting the two adults chatting quietly, 
watching their interplay.

Then Lily gave Reg a nod, and together they sat up, 
reached behind themselves and undid the catches of 
their bras, taking them off and tossing them away. 
Trudi went a bright red, and gaped at the older girls 
as their breasts drew her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her voice rising in 
shocked disbelief.

Lily looked at her as though nothing untoward was 
happening, and said it was so that they wouldn't get 
any tan lines. Trudi shot a look at Leesa, but she 
pretended not to notice, her head buried in a book.

"Come on, squirt," Reg said to her playfully, "your 
turn!"

"No way!" She hotly replied. "Not in front of the 
adults, jeez!"

Leesa looked up, locked eyes with Trudi, and putting 
her book down, she deliberately reached behind 
herself, and with Trudi looking on in total amazement, 
took off her bra. Placing it beside the deck chair, 
she lay back, picked up her book, and continued 
reading, the book held low, her breasts on show and 
her nipples hardening slightly in the breeze as it 
caressed her lovely chest.

"Well?" Reg said to the speechless girl.

"But what about HIM? she said, looking at me.

"Don't worry, he's seen us naked more than once. He's 
our Dad, remember? You've got cute tits, I'm sure he 
wouldn't bust a fit if you dropped your top!"

Lily turned to the confused teenie, and said gently, 
"Look, if your mom's taken off her top, that means she 
trusts him. We do, he's our Dad, and we love him to 
bits! Go on, do it already!"

With her face flaming, Trudi had no choice but to 
follow suit. Her one excuse for not taking off her top 
had been neatly cut from out under her feet.

So lying flat as to not to show any more skin than she 
had to, Trudi undid her bra, and with one hand 
shielding her boobs from my eyes, she flung her top 
away, to land with the others. The she lay as flat as 
she could, her face still flaming from embarrassment.

Leesa, without looking up, said, "Now, Trudi, that 
wasn't so bad, was it?"

***

The girls continued chatting away for a time, and 
Trudi got relaxed enough to go up onto her elbows, but 
still shielding her boobs from my eyes with her arms. 
Then she started a peek-a-boo game with me, 
surreptitiously moving one arm or the other, 
uncovering a boob here, giving glimpses of nipple 
there, teasing me with flashes of her upper body, 
grinning with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Without speaking out loud, Leesa, still with her head 
down looking at her book said, "I was wondering how 
long it would be before she started that!"

In mind-speak, I asked my wife if she did that often?

"Yes, she does, quite often. She's a little flirt, and 
this teasing game is starting to get me cross with 
her. I think it's about time we pull her up and 
stopped this nonsense, once and for all!"

Leesa sent a request out to Lily and Reg, and with 
looks of glee they pounced on the little girl, picked 
her up screaming with surprise, and threw her into the 
pool. She spluttered and coughed as she came up for 
air, wiping the water from her eyes.

"Hey! What was that for?" she demanded. The two older 
girls grinned at her.

"I thought it was time you cooled off, young lady!" 
Leesa said. 

"What are you talking about, mom? I wasn't doing 
anything!" the angry girl said, starting to climb out 
of the pool, but then she remembered that she was 
topless, and stayed put, hiding her chest from us.

"Give me a towel, or my top!" she demanded.

Leesa was looking at her now, and she simply said, 
"No!"

Trudi gaped at her. This wasn't the mom who could be 
bent by being fractious.

"Now, get out of the damned pool, Trudi, you're not 
that virginal, or shy, for that matter!"

The girl was in a rage now, and uncaring that she was 
nude from the waist up; she got out of the pool and 
stormed toward the house.

"I'm going home, and you can't stop me!" she almost 
screamed at her mother.

Just as Trudi put her hand on the door handle, Leesa 
said, "Shall we talk about Jimmy?"

***

Trudi froze, turning her head to look at Leesa with a 
stricken look.

"Ah. So you know what I'm talking about. Good."

Pinning Trudi to the spot with a flat stare, Leesa 
said, "Jimmy is her cousin. She teased him mercilessly 
when she stayed with her family while I was in the 
hospital. She'd flash her panties at him every chance 
she got. Poor kid is only fourteen, and was a virgin, 
but she wound him up like a clock spring. She'd 
deliberately leave the bathroom door open while she 
was in the bath or sitting on the toilet, and when he 
masturbated to relieve the pressure, she'd stand at 
his bedroom door and laugh at him."

"Then, finding that wasn't enough, she teased him 
sexually, treating the poor boy, who is very shy, like 
a toy. She gave him her virginity, but didn't tell him 
that. She stole his, by using him as a fuck-toy."

She shook her head disgustedly. "It's a wonder the boy 
didn't commit suicide, the way she treated him!"

Trudi hadn't moved, and tears now coursed down her 
cheeks. She was whimpering, and her hand was white 
from where it gripped the door handle.

'How?" she bawled. "How do you know that? There was 
only me and him there!"

"You'd be surprised at what I know, little missy!" 
Leesa growled.

Then looking at the stricken young teen, she crooked a 
finger at her and said, "Come here, madam!"

***

Trudi turned, her eyes terror-filled and streaming 
tears. She was like a sleepwalker, dragging one foot 
then the other as she slowly made her way over to us.

Reg, Lily and I were only bit players in this deadly 
game between mother and daughter. There was an 
undercurrent of danger here, we could all feel it, and 
it was directed squarely at the thirteen year old 
temptress. Trudi was hyperventilating, unable to tear 
her eyes from the serious, almost foreign face of her 
mother.

"Shall we see what you haven't been doing, Trudi?" the 
quiet deadly voice continued. "Reg, if you'd be so 
kind?"

My daughter scooted into the house, her breasts 
swaying and jiggling as she moved. Then she was back, 
a laptop in her hands. She opened it, switched it on, 
and then tapping a few keys, she faced it toward 
Trudi.

Leesa grabbed Trudi, pulled her down to sit between 
her legs which were now on either side of the deck 
chair. She held the whimpering teeny by pinning her 
arms to her sides. Reg sat facing toward them, her 
legs on either side of the chair, still holding the 
laptop.

Then after pushing 'Enter,' the first of the many 
photos I'd taken came up onto the screen in slideshow. 
Trudi yelped, and tried to turn her head away, but 
Leesa grabbed her by the jaw and made her watch as she 
flashed and played her game with me that day.

"So this is what you weren't doing, Trudi? Hmm?"

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod!" Trudi whimpered, her secret 
out.

"He's not going to help you, missy! It's time you 
faced up to the reality of the games you've been 
playing. That man? The old man, when you were nine, 
and you took your panties off? Remember him, the one 
at the playground? Well, it might interest you to know 
that he committed suicide in prison. Seems he couldn't 
get the image of your little pussy out of his head, 
and ended up raping his eight year old granddaughter!"

Leesa put her mouth close to Trudi's ear, and hissed, 
"Is it fun now, Trudi? IS IT?"

***

Trudi was bawling out loud now. Leesa let her go, and 
the kid crumpled in her lap, sobbing and crying, 
shaking like a leaf in a storm. Leesa held her gently, 
cuddling her and gently rocking her as the girl 
sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," into her breasts.

Reg closed the laptop, tears in her eyes as well, and 
went to put it away. Sombrely, Lily sat beside Trudi, 
cuddling her in her arms while Leesa got me to help 
her up. She stretched, and I noticed there were tears 
in her eyes as well.

"God, I hope that worked," she said in mind-speak. "I 
really can't go through that again!"

Then she came to my arms, and sniffled into my 
shoulder, gripping me tightly.

***

Trudi was still in shock when Leesa took her home that 
night. But, the flirtatious temptress was gone when we 
saw them next weekend. She was a normal thirteen year 
old, but when the girls went topless, she followed 
suit, and although a little nervous at first, she 
quickly became confident with her developing body.

Her breasts were conical, with large puffy strawberry 
coloured nipples. They stuck straight out, and they 
were a delight to look at. Then when we decided one 
day to go naked, at first Trudi was blushing almost 
constantly, but she finally took off her bottoms, and 
tried to give the impression she always did so.

Leesa's bush was darker than the hair on her head, 
which was going from blonde to brunette. Lily had 
shaved and waxed her pubic hair into a landing strip, 
that curled upwards like a furry cockscomb, while 
Reg's pubic hair was trimmed and shaved on the sides 
with a bikini line.

Trudi's bush was a fiery red, like the hair on her 
head. She was a little fox, and her body was filling 
out in leaps and bounds now.

During dinner, Leesa announced that they were staying 
the night.

"I'll make up the spare bed," Reg said, and casually, 
Leesa said, "Only for Trudi. I'm not sleeping in the 
spare bed tonight."

Everyone, including me, sat there, quite still. 
Trudi's eyes goggled, and darting a look at me, she 
suddenly dipped her head and giggled. That set us all 
off, and after we calmed down, we spoke of other 
things. Leesa and I had waited a long time for this 
moment, and the time dragged until it was bedtime.

***

Leesa and I shared a shower, our hands gently 
caressing our bodies, touching all over, finding the 
erogenous zones, cupping and fondling our genitals. We 
began kissing, getting quite passionate, stopping only 
when Lily poked her head in the door and telling us to 
hurry up before the water went cold.

We dried off, then naked, walked into the bedroom. We 
started kissing again, and as we parted to climb into 
bed, I was rampantly hard, and Leesa was flushed and 
aroused. We lay on the bed, the covers pulled down, 
and stroked and fondled each other. We had waited so 
long, so long, but we spent some time arousing each 
other almost to the point of no return. Then rolling 
away from each other, we lay there,, panting, waiting 
to get our breath back.

Then Leesa pulled me onto her body, opened her legs, 
and guided my turgid shaft into her tight warm wet 
orifice. I slid in slowly, savouring the feel of her 
slick tunnel as it stretched to accommodate me. I 
groaned; it was sheer heaven!

Leesa whimpered as I bottomed out, our pubic bones 
meeting, then raising myself up onto my hands, I began 
to plunge into her, sliding deep, then pulling out 
until only my cockhead was in her. I did this over and 
over again, building up a rhythm as Leesa lifted her 
hips to meet me.

We made love for quite a while, each time I was close 
to cumming, I'd stop, making her give a small moan, 
and then when my heartbeat slowed down, I'd begin 
again, pushing my peak further and further along, 
until Leesa clamped her legs around my waist, and 
thumped her groin against mine in desperation, wanting 
me, needing me, to cum so that she could too.

Finally, I buried myself deep into her, and with a 
loud groaning, I shot into her sopping cunt. The 
contractions made me jerk and thump against her body, 
her climax rippling her internal muscles around my 
cock. She gave a whimpering cry, and shuddered as her 
contractions rippled through her body.

We made love twice more that night, and it was around 
three in the morning before we finally collapsed into 
each other's arms, and slept, exhausted.

***

Over the next couple of months, Leesa and Trudi spent 
more and more time at my place, until the decision was 
made that she and Trudi would move in. She rented out 
her old place to a nice young couple, and moved all 
their stuff into mine.

The girls had started to call her 'Mom', surprising 
Trudi, but Leesa just accepted that accolade, telling 
me she enjoyed them doing so again. We were happy, a 
family again, with a new daughter, and to put the 
icing on the cake, I proposed to Leesa, which stunned 
the whole household.

The girls whooped and cried, hugging me until I 
couldn't breathe. The place was a flurry of activity; 
wedding plans the top priority of the day.

Six months after that, we were married. I wanted a 
small service; over a hundred people were invited. 
Friends and family crowded the chapel, and Leesa 
looked stunning in her dress, with the girls, Lily and 
Reg, as bridesmaids, with Trudi as the ring-bearer.

The honeymoon was a blast; we went on a cruise to 
Fiji. We came home tanned, but exhausted!

All I can say is, we REALLY made up for lost time!

***

Then about six months after that, one morning Leesa 
called us into the living room for a family 
conference. She had a serious look on her face, and 
when we had all sat down, she dropped a bombshell onto 
us.

"What I'm about to tell you all is as hard for me as 
it will be for you all to listen to. There's something 
I need to tell you, and I need for you all to be 
strong, and please don't interrupt me until I'm 
finished, okay?"

We all nodded, curious.

"When I was in a coma, I spent some time on the other 
side. Call it heaven if you will, it's the same thing. 
But, while I was there, waiting for my body to heal, I 
was given a choice."

Leesa was saying this for Trudi's benefit, as she had 
already told Reg, Lily, and I something similar.

"I could stay there, and let my body die, as the 
damage to the skull was too severe. Or, I could have 
my spirit helpers heal the body on a spiritual plane, 
and I return when it was done."

"I chose to return. But, balance is important in 
everything. A life for a life, you've all heard about 
that? Good. Well, to restore balance, I was given a 
certain time to spend with you all, and if I chose to 
stay, someone close to me had to pass over in my 
place."

The girls were shocked. They were pale and scared, who 
would it be? I could see that question in their eyes 
almost as if they had asked it out loud. Leesa looked 
close to tears, and with crystal clear clarity, I knew 
who it was.

***

"How long have I got?" I asked, my voice seemingly 
loud in the quiet room.

The girls all cried out, "No! No, not you! Please, 
Dad, not you!"

But I knew without knowing why, it was me all along. 
Everybody was crying in sorrow, me included. I was 
swamped with the girls, all three of them clutching 
onto me like small children, as if that show of 
affection could stop the Angel of Death from taking 
me.

Leesa called for calm, firmly until everyone had 
calmed down.

"It will be soon. I have been promised that it will be 
quick, and painless. You will not be made to suffer, 
my love."

"I'm so sorry, Reg, my darling. Please forgive me."

She looked at me with such an intense look of love; my 
heart was breaking to see it shining out of her eyes. 
Under that look of love, was a sadness, a deep, deep 
well of sorrow and loss.

***

It wasn't long after all. Leesa and I made love every 
day, the joining of our bodies almost desperate. The 
girls became even more affectionate, and whenever I 
turned around at home, one or the other of the girls 
was there, close by.

It was a beautiful sunny day when it happened. As I 
was going through an intersection on a green light, 
suddenly the car was shunted sideways, and something 
large and solid ploughed into my side. There was a 
screeching of tearing metal, and the tinkling of 
broken glass, and just before everything went dark, 
there was the sound of women screaming, Lily and Reg 
the loudest.

***

I was standing by the side of the road, unhurt. Next 
to me was Leesa, but the Leesa I had known before 
she'd passed away. She was heavily pregnant, the bulge 
of her belly prominent. We were watching the rescue 
crews cut my lifeless body from the wreckage.

"How are you?" she asked me.

"Fine, I guess. What happens now?"

"Well, you can pass over and have what's called your 
'eternal rest', or you can reincarnate into a new 
body. The choice is yours."

"I don't know what I want to do," I told her.

"I have a suggestion, if you are interested?"

Leesa looked at me, and I could tell she had something 
up her sleeve.

"Sure, Leesa. What did you have in mind?"

"My suggestion is this. You reincarnate as my child, 
my son. I will carry you through term, and give birth 
to you. But, there is something you should know first. 
When you are born, you won't remember this life. It 
will be gone from your memory."

"Is that a good thing, honey? My daughters will be my 
sisters, and I will have you as my mother. Compared to 
the last one, you'd be a definite improvement!"

Leesa looked at me, a twinkle in her eye. "The best 
part is yet to come, Reg. I will give you, when the 
time is right, the same choice I gave the twins. Could 
you handle growing up being 'special'?"

"With you here to guide me, my darling, I believe I 
could! Yes, I think I'd like that!"

***

I was floating in a warm water-filled sac. There was 
something thudding above me, my mother's heart. I 
could feel Love all around me, a mother's love, so 
safe and secure.

"Reggie? Are you awake yet, my son?"

Mother. She was calling me. I couldn't see her, but I 
could hear her voice inside my head. I twitched in 
response, and kicked out, my foot thudding against her 
ribcage.

"Hello, my son! Listen carefully, Reggie, Momma has 
something to tell you!

***

Thank you for reading this story. I appreciate you 
doing so, and reading it to the end. Maybe Reggie's 
story may continue, who knows?

Don't forget to give me some feedback or comments!

ptotrcw@gmail.com

Bye for now!

TW

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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