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"How the heck did that happen?"
asked Randy, after a good fifteen seconds of stunned silence.
How that had happened was that,
after Lucy had suggested it, Bob had goggled at her in disbelief.
"You can't be serious!"
"You still want to have
anything to do with me?"
"As crazy as you may think it
is, I still love you, you dope. I understand how these things can happen,
remember? But if we get married, then maybe Sam will stop thinking of herself
as the woman of the house and move on."
"What about Mallory and
Randy?" he asked, still astonished.
"They'll grow up," she
said, "like I did. And I can set rules, like my parents did."
"And you think that will
work?" Bob had tried to set rules, and they'd all crumbled.
"What else can we do?" she
moaned. "If we treat this like some terrible, awful, horrible thing and
take drastic measures, they'll hate us both. To be honest, I don't even know
what drastic measures we could take!"
"I am astonished," said
Lucy stared at him.
"Does the idea of marrying me
"No! It does not! What
astonishes me is that you still feel the way you do. About me, I mean."
"When you love a man for years,
and he doesn't do anything to drive you away, you don't stop loving him,"
"Forgive me, but I just assumed
that having sex with my daughter might be one of those things that sort of
drives people away."
"I told you, I
understand how that can happen," she said.
"Wow," he said for the
final time that day.
"So? What do you think?"
"This isn't the conventional
way for this kind of decision to be made," he said.
"Do you want to be
conventional, or happy?"
"Happy," he said without a
pause. "But let me tell you what I'm thinking. I like this communication
thing we have going. I really wish this had happened a lot
"You wish you'd had sex with
them when they were thirteen?"
He opened his mouth to protest and
then realized it was a joke. The fact she was able ... willing to joke
about this made him feel like the weight of the world had been lifted from his
shoulders. Still, he ignored the joke.
"The idea of marrying you, of
drawing all of us together under one roof, is amazing. But I want to do it for
the right reasons. We've both been burned before, and this has to
last. I can't lose you, too."
"I have no plans on dumping
you," she said.
"Not now. But this hasn't all
been worked out. What if Sam doesn't want to give up being the woman of the
house? What if your kids resist the idea, like you did? Whose house would we live
in? Neither of ours is really big enough for all five of us. There are lots
of things to think about before we make a decision like this.”
"I know that," she said.
"But think about it. How close have we become over the years even though
there was no sexual component to our relationship? No overt sexual
component, anyway. Just because we add in that sexual component doesn't change
"It changes everything,"
said Bob, seriously. "Right now Sam sleeps in my bed, and she likes sleeping
in my bed. She's going to resist the hell out of stopping that."
"How do you feel about
that?" asked Lucy, her eyes pinned on his.
He felt panic. But they'd already
worked through things he thought were impossible to resolve, so he took a
ragged breath and told her the truth.
"I love her," he said.
"I've always loved her, of course, but there's been a change in what kind of love it is."
"So you don't want to stop?
Even if we get married?" Her voice was neutral, and her face was blank.
He ached at the thought of losing
what he hadn't even thought was a possibility, and now seemed like a life ring
thrown to him while he was in a stormy sea. But if Sam insisted, and he was
weak after the marriage, then that could destroy it too. He thought about
asking her to wait until Sam went off to college, but that seemed crass,
somehow. Instead, he tried to explain it differently.
"When Brad and Valerie did what
they did, I felt abandoned. You did too. And I hated them both. That's faded
over time, but I still get angry when I think about it. I felt like there must
be something wrong with me for Valerie to simply choose another man. Do you
She nodded, but didn't say anything.
"If we get married I'm afraid
Sam will feel like that, like I abandoned her for someone else. That would
break my heart."
Lucy continued to stare at him for
what seemed like a minute, but was really only fifteen or so seconds.
"We've talked about some
strange things," she said, softly. "Care to contemplate one
"Okay," he said.
She looked away briefly, but then
back into his eyes.
"I don't want you to think I'm
kinky, or perverted, but remember when I said I wished I could be with you back
before they ran away?"
"I still loved Brad then,"
she said. She blinked. "I wanted both of you. I think it had to
do with my brothers. Or maybe I really am kinky and perverted. The point is I
can understand how a man can love two women at the same time, because I wanted
to be able to love two men at the same time."
"You're right," said Bob.
"That's pretty strange. It almost sounds like you'd be willing to share
me with Sam."
"I think ... maybe ... I
am," she said, her voice quavering a little. "At least until she gets married and starts her own family."
Bob just stared at her, dumbstruck.
There was more, but that was the
bread and butter of the conversation that led to them making the decision to
wed each other, and the two families together.
Assuming the children would agree.
But that was a lot more information
than either of them was willing to share with the kids. Not just yet, anyway.
Maybe the time would come when some bit or piece of information needed to be
divulged in the process of resolving some conflict or issue. But for now,
neither adult wanted to get into the details of "how the heck that
Instead, Bob gave it an off the cuff
shot, in terms of getting a positive response from the children.
"Well, that's a long story.
Suffice it to say that everybody present with the exception of Lucy has
recently adopted what is sometimes called an alternate lifestyle. Taboo would
probably be more nearly correct. And this could have torn us all apart. Lucy
and I don't want that to happen. There will need to be some changes, to ensure
that this taboo lifestyle doesn't go bad and ruin anybody's life. To that end,
we feel it would be better if we all lived together, instead in two separate
Lucy, recognizing politi-speak when
she heard it, tossed in her own rationalization.
"Plus we've been in love with
each other for a long time, but never admitted it to each other or did anything
about it. Now seems like a good time to do something about it."
"You love him?" Sam's
voice was high. The conflict within her was as plain in her voice and on her
face as if it had been painted there.
"We both love him," said
"What does that mean?"
asked Mallory, who heard the hurt and fear in Sam's voice, and empathized with
her best friend.
"It means we both love
him," said Lucy. "And we're both going to keep loving him."
"I don't understand," said
"Why don't you and I go have a
little private talk," suggested Lucy.
"Why?" Sam was clearly
agitated, now. She anticipated getting the evil step-mother talk, which would
start with something like, "Okay, you little bitch. I'm in charge now,
and you're going to do what I say!"
"Just trust me, Sam," said
Lucy. "Everything will be okay."
Lucy moved toward the hallway that
led to the bedrooms.
"Please, honey. Come with me.
Bob can talk to Mal and Randy while I answer your questions."
Casting a worried look at her
cousins, Sam moved slowly toward Lucy. The two of them disappeared into the
darkness of the hallway.
"I told you she didn't murder
him," snorted Randy.
His thought processes, when
confronted with both the scene of his mother kissing Bob, and their astonishing
announcement, were different than that of the girls. That's not unusual, of
course. To him, the scene of the kissing meant that nobody was going to
get murdered. Furthermore, it meant that instead of a dissolution of a
relationship that might tear the teens apart, it was now quite likely that such
tearing apart wasn't going to happen either. That felt good. Even if it meant
he had to go back to beating off, instead of sheathing his straining prick in
somebody's soft, clasping pussy. That wouldn't be nearly as much fun, but it
beat the shit out of never seeing either his sister or Sam again.
"You laugh," said Bob,
"but there for a while it was a close thing."
"What happened?" asked
Mallory, who was still worried about Sam.
"We talked," said Bob,
simply. "And we found out that things weren't as dark as they
"How could that be?"
"Do you trust me?" asked
"Yes," she said,
"Then just trust me when I say
there are things you don't need to know about right now, that have allowed your
mother to understand what happened, both between you and me, and you and
"That's crazy!" said Mal.
"Maybe so," said Bob,
shrugging. "But it's also true."
Mallory, for as ditzy as she
sometimes seemed, could be sharp as a tack. She paled, and then moved around
as if her feet hurt.
"She did it with Uncle Alvin!
Bob didn't groan, but it was only
with effort. Instead, he said nothing. He didn't have to. Mallory went on.
"Two years ago, when we were at
a family reunion, Uncle Alvin walked by her in the kitchen and he slapped her
right on the ass! She turned around and hit him on the shoulder, but not hard.
And she was smiling! They didn't think anybody saw them, but I did, through a
doorway. That's what happened, wasn't it? She and Uncle Alvin did things when
she was my age!"
"It would be wise if you don't
tell her you figured that out," said Bob, sighing. "She's
embarrassed about it."
"Wow!" sighed Mallory.
"Maybe that's why I did it. Maybe it's in our genes."
Bob smiled inwardly. Mal was
definitely Lucy's daughter. They looked alike and thought alike, too.
"She said the same thing, but
we decided that wasn't the case," he said, gently.
"So what does this mean?"
asked Randy, ever practical.
"It means that she understands
how the two of you can feel attracted to each other. And how Sam and I can feel
"What I meant was what's going
to happen?" The boy frowned.
"You mean if we get
"Yeah. That too."
"It means there will be some
rules you have to follow, but nobody is going to make you stop."
"You're kidding!" gasped
"I am not."
"What about Sam?" asked
Mallory. "And you and me?"
"That's negotiable too,"
"Well fuck me to tears,"
His sister punched him in the arm,
He didn't even complain.
Lucy chose Samantha's bedroom
intentionally, because it was Sam's turf, and would help her feel more secure.
She sat on Sam's bed and patted the bedspread next to her. Sam continued
standing. She looked like she might bolt at any second.
"I know you love your
father," she opened.
Sam nodded, but it was more out of
nervous release than in agreement.
"I do too. I've loved him a
long time. For years."
"You never said anything,"
"That's complicated," said
Lucy. "Maybe some day we can have a long discussion about that. For now,
I need to ask you a question."
Lucy looked around.
"I understand you don't spend
much time in this bedroom anymore."
Sam flushed, but the worry and fear
in her gave her courage. She nodded again, this time in silent agreement.
"If Bob and I got married,
would you be willing to spend more time in here?"
Sam blinked. She didn't know what
"Maybe several nights a
week?" asked Lucy, flushing herself.
Sam blinked again. Her mind
"You mean ...?" She was
afraid to say it, afraid to put things on the table, where offers might be
rejected, demands made.
"I mean share him with
me," said Lucy, blushing furiously.
"You're kidding," said Sam,
"No, I'm not," said Lucy.
"At least until you go off to college. Who knows what might happen then?
It's likely you'll meet some interesting men. You might decide to make a life
with one of them."
Sam's mind whirled. She'd thought
of a hundred scenarios after Mallory's tearful admission that their carefully
kept secret was out, but not this one. She couldn't even imagine thinking
of this one! She moved to sit on the bed, because her knees felt a little
weak. Even so, what she'd come to believe so long ago surfaced automatically.
"I'm going to marry Randy," she said.
Lucy controlled the urge to smile.
"Well, until that happens, then," she said.
"Why?" she asked, her
voice just a whisper.
Lucy looked around. Like Bob, she
didn't want to say too much. Not yet. But she needed to say something that
would convince Sam that this idea wasn't some kind of craziness.
"When I met your dad I was
already going with his brother."
"You mean Uncle Brad,"
"Yes. And I was in love with
him. But then I met your father and I liked him a lot too. A lot. I wished I
was allowed to be in love with both of them. Do you understand?"
Sam nodded. "That's like Mal.
She feels that way about Daddy and ... Randy." It had been hard to say
that, but it seemed appropriate to the conversation.
"Exactly," agreed Lucy,
much to Sam's relief. "So I can understand how a woman can love two men,
or how two women could love the same man."
Sam's brow furrowed.
"But you know what we do."
Lucy nodded, and she blushed again.
"I'd like to do the same
"And you don't mind ..."
Sam swallowed. This was dangerous. "If we still ... " She couldn't
say it out loud. Not in front of Lucy. "Sometimes?" she gasped in
"I'll be honest with you. I'm
a little jealous of you right now. And I'm sure I'll be jealous later too.
But I'll try to fight that. I know he loves you, but that's normal. I know he
loves me too. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, because we were both
foolish and didn't tell each other how we felt. But I think he has enough love
for both of us. The question is how do you feel about it?"
"You mean about ... sharing
him?" Sam's voice squeaked a little.
Sam jumped up.
"Are you kidding? I've wanted
you two to get together for years too! Mallory too! This is wonderful! And
it's even more wonderful if I can still ..." She blushed again.
"Not have to live in here all the time," she finally finished.
Then she giggled. She'd get to keep
sleeping with her daddy! And she already knew that that wouldn't last her
whole life. She was level headed enough to know that, if she wanted her own
family, it would have to be with a different man. She'd always assumed that
would be Randy. But if she could keep her current relationship with her daddy,
and he and Lucy be together too, that was the best possible outcome in
her mind. She was amazed, astonished. Suddenly she turned and crashed into
Lucy, hugging her.
"Ohh, thank you! Thank
you so much! I love you!"
"And you won't get too jealous
when I'm sleeping with him?" asked Lucy, hugging her niece warmly.
"Not if I can be with Randy
during those times," said Sam, suddenly saucy.
Lucy almost slapped her on the ass
for being so impertinent. But she remembered all those times when she chose
which brother to sleep with. It had given her a feeling of power, at a time
when she had very little.
Sam pushed away.
"What about Mallory?" she
"You mean what about Mallory
and her brother," said Lucy, her face calm.
"Yes," said Sam, her voice
small, and suddenly filled with worry again.
"Your father and I feel like
it's probably better if they be allowed to seek that kind of companionship
inside the home, instead of driving them out and making them have sex with
"That's pretty blunt!"
"What do you think?"
"You mean I even get a
"I'm interested in what you
think," insisted Lucy.
Sam thought about it for a bit.
"Actually, I think you're
right. Randy will always have me. He says he's going to marry me, and I’ve
always assumed that would happen someday. But Mallory needs somebody too. And
I assume that even if you're willing to share Daddy with me, you probably won't
want to share him three ways."
Lucy smiled. Actually, the thought
of finally having Bob at all made her much more flexible than any of the rest
of them would have even fantasized. She decided to cross that bridge should it
ever loom in the near distance. To that end, she didn't say anything one way
or the other.
"Yes," said Sam,
seriously, filling the silence. "I think that's the best resolution. If
Randy and Mal can still ... um ... you know ... I think that will work
"If we're going to be all adult
about this, you're going to have to be able to say more than, 'um ... you
know'," said Lucy, smiling.
"I'll work on that," said
"So ... are we agreed?"
"If you mean you marry Daddy
and we both sleep with him, then yes, I am very agreed," said Sam. She
looked confused. "I mean I agree."
"Thank you," she said.
Sam's eyes got round.
"You're thanking me? I'm
the one who should be thanking you!"
"You're welcome," said
Lucy. "But you have no idea how long I've wanted to be able to love your
father ... like you love him."
A gleam came into Sam's eye.
"Tell you what. How about us
kids stay at your house tonight, and you can stay here?"
Lucy's eyes widened.
"You're a saucy little wench.
Do you know that?"
Sam dimpled, smiling happily.
"One other thing," said
"What?" asked Sam. She
wasn't worried anymore.
"Your father says you're used
to being the woman of the house. I am too. Is that going to cause any
Sam waved a hand.
"If I can still sleep with
Daddy sometimes, you can be the woman of the house the rest of the time. I'll
just help out when you need it."
"Deal," said Lucy,
extending her hand.
Sam ignored that, and pushed in for
another breast-to-breast hug.
Then she bounded out of the bedroom
and skipped down the hall. As she burst into the living room, she yipped,
"It's going to be okay! Everything is going to be okay!"
"Duh!" exclaimed Randy.
"We already knew that."
Things were still strange enough
amongst them all that it was decided to bring some regular normalcy back to
things by having a meal together. Randy and Mal's supper had been interrupted,
first by their own lust, and then by the arrival of their mother, home early.
Neither had had much appetite since then. Sam had been making a casserole when
everything blew up. It was still on the kitchen counter, and it was determined
it was probably not safe to eat and needed to be discarded. So they went out
Their behavior was comical
throughout the meal. While all the important decisions had been made, nobody
seemed to insist on getting to the details of implementation, as it were. That
was probably more because the teens were afraid of pushing things, and the
adults were still a little shy about talking about such taboo subjects out
loud. Especially in a restaurant.
So just about all of them were eager
for the meal to be over so that bed could be gotten to. Sam had already
announced that there would be a sleepover at Mallory and Randy’s
house, while the adults would "continue their discussion about
marriage" at her home, which discussion was anticipated to last all
night. That announcement was met with a strained silence as all present
thought about what that might be like.
That might be why there was a lot
more eating and a lot less talk than at previous nights out for this group.
Then the bill was paid and the car
was loaded and there was more strained silence on the way home. Once they got
there, Lucy said, "I need to get some things from the house."
"Like what?" asked
"Like pajamas?" Her
"You can wear some of
mine," said Sam, dead pan.
"You think your PJs will fit
me?" asked Lucy. Sam was about the same height, but Lucy's figure was
much more full bodied.
Sam leaned forward from the back
seat and cupped her hands around Lucy's left ear.
"I don't wear any when I sleep
with Daddy," she whispered.
"Oh!" said Lucy, who felt
heat suffuse her face. "I at least need a toothbrush."
"That's true," said Sam.
"You can't use my toothbrush."
There was a hurried trip over to her
house and then Lucy hurried back to Bob's, a sports bag hung over her shoulder.
Suddenly, the teens were left alone
in Randy and Mallory's house.
And they knew their mother wasn't
coming home until in the morning.
At the soonest.
"Why does this feel so
strange?" asked Lucy, as she set her bag down. It had toiletries in it,
and a clean set of clothes for the next day.
“Maybe because, in the
average courtship, the couple doesn’t approach a moment like
this so openly,”
been open with each other for years,”
“Not about going to bed
She froze for a few seconds, but
right. I’ve had dreams about doing this for
all those years, but nothing ever happened. Maybe it’s
the fact that something is going to happen now that makes this feel strange.”
"C'mere," said Bob,
reaching for her hand. He pulled her against him and kissed her soundly. His
hands squeezed her butt. When he pulled back, he asked, "Does that feel
Lucy pushed her loins against his
and rubbed sideways. She could feel his erection.
"Is that a pistol in your
pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she vamped.
"It is not a pistol, however I
have to warn you, it's loaded and might go off at any second. It’s
a dangerous thing to play with."
"Ooooo. Danger. That makes me
She kissed him again.
"I want to see it!" she
whispered, when she pulled her lips from his. "I've wanted to see it for
"Your wish is my command,"
Ten minutes later, after their
clothing had been scattered to the winds, she was on the bed on her back. She
hadn't gotten to "see it" for more than a few seconds, but wasn't
complaining. That's because said prick was firmly filling her hot, tight
"Ohhhh," she groaned.
"I've needed this for so long!"
"Me too," he panted.
"You've had Sam," she
said, feeling like she might as well test those waters here and now.
"It's not the same," he
said, powering into her.
"Because I don't want to
get her pregnant," he groaned, going in deep and spewing his load.
That was the first time Lucy had
given even one thought to her own reproductive status in this whole thing.
Next door things weren't so
frenzied. They were odd, but not frenzied.
Sam and Mal were lying side by side,
holding hands. Both were naked. Their inside legs were tangled as Randy
avidly hopped from one to the other, inserting his penis and giving each girl a
dozen strokes before moving back to the other. It had been Mallory's idea.
Sam had decided to try it just to see what it was like to share a man in a way
more immediate than she'd had to before this.
She found that she didn't hate it at
The only discussion concerned who
Randy was going to get to spurt in first.
"Don't you get me
pregnant," moaned Mal. She still had no idea it was much too late to
worry about that.
"We're going to have to do
something about that," said Sam.
"We can, now. We can get on
the pill," panted Mal.
"We have all night," said
Sam. "Go ahead and be happy with Mallory first."
"You want to get me
pregnant?" whined Lucy, next door.
"Oh, hell yes," he
"I'm not sure I want to have
another baby, Bob," she moaned.
"Too late now," he sighed,
as his cock flexed and pushed the last drops of his semen into her.
"We have to get the girls
protected," she said.
"Agreed," he gasped,
trying to decide whether to get off of her or enjoy letting his weight down on
her naked body.
"And maybe for me too,"
she wheezed, as he decided to see what it felt like to rest on her, just for a
"Sorry I couldn't go
longer," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
"We have all night," she
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