Incest, He Wrote Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – Incest, He Wrote Pt. 03 by OnePaige,OnePaige Incest, He Wrote Pt 3

Mr. B. finally understands it all.

I drifted in and out of dreams the next morning in that creative space that comes with not needing to wake to an alarm clock. Especially since Rose had been driving herself to early practice and school, I’d been able to sleep in and rise to consciousness slowly. It’s where the scenarios for my morning wank bubbled up.

Not that I needed inspiration on that particular morning.

That morning I remembered how I’d lain with Aurora in the bed I’d shared with no other woman since Aileen’s death. I remembered the sense of release and of trust I felt in her arms afterward. My body still felt itself molding to hers and hers to mine. I reached for my thickened cock and squeezed. Buddy, I thought, you’re getting a good workout this week. You sure you’re ready to be inside our daughter? He pulsed a strong affirmative to that.

I thought hard about Aurora’s proposal, her hope, her confession of love for me. I had to examine my own feelings. I’d kept her locked in a compartment with married women and unavailable relatives, as if she was Rose’s auntie, like any family I shouldn’t be having sexy thoughts about.              

Could I love her? Were the seeds of love in the relationship we already had? Did having sex with her open up a whole realm of emotional possibility that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel? Could I imagine the process of finding out if love was an option? Would that involve a lot more sex?

When Aurora said she sometimes ran up to the Atlanta clubs and picked up a guy or two did that mean she was into three-ways, or did she have one after the other? It was getting old, she said. I had questions…

And if it didn’t work out – would we both be hurt? Would Rose?

I had to wonder if Aurora had second thoughts after our quick romp.

But Aurora’s text buzzed as I lay there, saying that I should meet the three of them in the kitchen after my run. Lying there in the bed I realized that while sleeping my mind had absorbed what Aurora had said about sex between consenting adults being legal in Europe. There are places where this is OK. If Rose and I consented then it was nobody else’s business. The last of my firewall was gone. I needn’t fear shame or my child’s disapproval or society’s judgment. We were past all that.

These sober thoughts were illustrated with material from my lesser brain; Rose diving in the pool naked; Rose throwing her wet, nubile body into my arms; Rose spread eagled on my bed; Rose shouting in ecstasy as I sank deep in her.

Still I found apprehension in myself – nervousness about being clumsy or careless. My main concern was still to be a good parent, to give Rose the best launch I knew how. Could I deflower Rose so that she learned to like sex? Could I love her, make love with her and then let her go on to her own love life? Would she want sex with me again? There was a lot still to negotiate.

My run seemed too long and at the same time too short. As I pounded through the sugar sand under the arching live-oaks in the dappled light of an eighty-four degree, low-country morning I ruminated. Were Callie and Aurora both right that Rose really wanted me? Maybe they misinterpreted her fantasies. She’d said herself that she regretted losing the bet, but didn’t intend to follow through. Or was she hedging when she had to talk about it in front of me, still fearing my rejection? Would she really be waiting with the other two women in the kitchen, ready to be pierced by my ardent shaft, her father’s ardent and loving shaft?

I was half-hard the whole run and my heavy organ shifted side-to-side uncomfortably in my shorts. My sweat soaked through my clothes, salt burned my eyes. I had a weird kind of runner’s high – I felt the energy to run all day, but my cock told me to run straight home.

I came in through the carport, kicked off my shoes and went directly to my shower. Stripping and letting my heart rate slow as I stood pissing in the cooling stream, I found that I just couldn’t game out what was about to happen any further. A good run defuses any anxiety.

Then, emptied and leaning on the shower wall, eyes closed in the lukewarm spray, I heard the glass door squeak open.

“Ah, good. I’m not too late,” said Aurora, her smile radiant, her olive skin tight, nipples wrinkling under the cool water. “I need to fill you in on the plan.”

“Of course you have a plan,” I chuckled, surrendering to the woman’s practicality, “That’s just like you.” I opened my arms and she melded her slippery body to mine. Could this be something I loved about her, this practicality? I was still coming down from the run but my heart rate climbed again. I could get used to being surprised by beautiful, willing, naked women in my bath. At least my body could. I could love that about her, too.

“The young women are waiting for us in the kitchen for pancakes, Doug,” she squeezed herself tight to me. “You just have to be able to listen to what Rose needs. She’ll tell you. The rest should come naturally. I spoke with her a long time after we made love and she’s OK with that and with being the third of us women to have you.” She reached down and gripped my thickening member.

“She’s OK with that,” I repeated dumbly.

“We’ll go real slow.” Aurora stroked me slowly as if to demonstrate.

I just groaned and kissed the curvy woman whose warm body was being offered to me. I cupped a heavy breast and hefted it, ran a thumb across the nipple. I felt the nubs of her stiffening flesh, looked at the dark oblong smear of her areola. She bit my lip.

“I think we ought to get to know each other better,” she said, “You tell me one thing that you enjoy sexually that you think I’d like to know and I’ll tell you one of mine.”

“Well,” I thought about our coupling, “I like a full bush like yours. Trimmed a little, but still something I can rub my face in.”

She chucked and began to sink down to her knees. “I like the taste of semen.”

My cock rose up to meet her and I leaned back against the warm tile.

Aurora looked me in the eye, “Doug, do you think you can satisfy three horny women today?”

“I’ll sure try,” I said, telegraphing my earnest desire with my eyes, quick-squeezing her full mammaries as she descended.

“You’re gonna run a try-athlon today. I think,” she whispered as she knelt on the tile, “that you’ll be in the best state to make love to your daughter if I take the edge off. Let’s get this first one out of the way, so you can last for us…” Then she stretched her lips and closed my knob in her hot, wet mouth, smiling around me as I stared. Watching the veins wrapping my shaft disappear into her soft, wet flesh I trembled, suddenly rising toward release. The shower sprayed us both and my knees quivered.

Aurora clasped my ass in her hands and sucked me like a cum-crazed nympho. Or so she would be described in the title of the porn vid of her cocksucking. Maybe I’d been watching too many of those. This was certainly better than twenty minutes with my oiled hand and X-Hamster. She pulled off just to say, “I want a mouthful, Doug.”

Quickly my body responded to her bobbing head. I let go of any reservations and just imagined the great gob of spunk I would fill that mouth with. And I appreciated the joy she clearly showed in her eyes at the prospect of receiving it. Her whines rose in pitch and volume as she kept her eyes on mine, working her lips, the muscle of her tongue milking me. I heard those whines as pleas; fill me up? Oh, give me your seed. Feed me!

I suppose I had a crazed look of my own in my eye when I placed my hands on her head. I wanted to pound my cock into her face. But I knew better. I let her set the pace, watching her heavy breasts sway and drip.

Aurora brought one hand to cup my balls and the other stroked my shaft, squeezing and releasing in rhythm to my knob slipping through the tight ring of her lips. Maybe it was the eager smile that teased there, or the look of concentration, or the practiced skill she brought to the task of drawing my seed from me. In any case it worked quickly.

Electric tingling ran from my toes to my scalp and my body curled over her kneeling in the swirling shower water. I hunched my cock against the slick grip of her fingers and watched my swollen purple crown thrust into her mouth.

My semen seared in a hot thread and unspooled into her, bubbling out from the corners of her mouth as my hips jerked and my knees bent. Her body quivered and shook. Those pendulous breasts swung and dripped in the spray of shower and spunk raining down.

Aurora made exaggerated savoring motions and smiled up at me, rising again to embrace me. “Yum! You ready for your breakfast, stud?”

“You know, there’s a few other things I’m curious about…”

We stepped from the shower and before I could pass her a towel I heard, “There it is, just like last time.” Callie had her arm around Rose’s shoulder where they stood in front of the vanity in their nightshirts. I reflexively wrapped myself in a towel again at the same time realizing it was kinda too late for that. I think my daughter and I were both pretty abashed that she’d just heard me orgasm. Rose looked me in the cock, not in the eyes.

“See, it’s just like in the video,” teased Callie.

Aurora stepped out naked behind me. “You girls are getting a little ahead of the plan, aren’t you?”

“I just thought it would be fun for Rose to see you both naked together. Sort of an ice-breaker,” Callie chuckled, “And here we are in all our clothes.” She began to pull her sleep shirt up.

“Wait,” I urged, “Rose…are you truly wanting to do this?”

I saw in my daughter the fire that filled her as she prepped for a meet. That same kind of determination and focus in her eyes, the aggressive posture, her shaking out of her arms like she was on the block and ready to explode into a dive. “Yes, daddy, I am.”

Now she looked me in the eyes.

“We’re going to talk you through this, right?” I still had my hand firmly on the towel. “We’re not in a race, you know.”

“I hear you, but it feels pretty high-stakes to me. I want to make you proud.” My daughter clearly struggled – her body tensed with her fears, and she looked at me with such love and not a little apprehension.

“There’s nothing you can do wrong here, Rose. Say stop, say go, say slow down, whatever. I’m teaching you, right? Actually, I guess we’re both teaching you,” I smiled and put a hand on Aurora’s shoulder, who stood there naked and unafraid, “And there’s no test or finish line to cross.”

“Right,” added Aurora, “It’s more of a choose your own adventure.”

“Can I try something, then?” Rose asked.

I nodded.

She reached tentatively for the hem of her nightshirt. I saw first the soft-haired and firm thighs, then the pink floral panties hugging her mound, then the sharp, little innie centering her abs, then the smooth halfmoon curves under her breasts just easing into sight. Since I’d seen her leaning over Callie on Saturday out by the pool, topless and fingering her, my head had filled in the blanks about what her breasts looked like. As Rose lifted the fabric my fantasies were exceeded.

Small, yes, though not as flat as Callie’s. Not as generous as Aurora’s. Not quite enough for a cleavage. But the puffiest areolas I could imagine sat in spongy glory there, topped with knobby raspberries in a pink just this side of purple. Rose, indeed. And they were lighter than the tanned breast flesh around them. My mouth watered immediately to suck on them.

“My God, honey,” I gasped, unthinking, “you’re even more beautiful than your mother.”

For a moment her steeliness softened and she said, “Oh, daddy,” then stepped up and threw her arms around me. She cried into my chest for a minute and I knew to just hold her, though it was a struggle. Meanwhile I had time to feel more of the seismic shifting of my consciousness that had begun on Saturday.

The creature holding me was a woman, looking for a woman’s kind of loving. She maybe still bore in my memory the form of her younger self but here and now she embodied an adult female. My body knew how to respond to an adult female and I hardened even as she sniffled. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel her soft breasts pressed to my chest or the sharpness of her hip bones where I sensed them through the towel.

“C’mon,” said Callie, “there’s a stack of pancakes for each of us in the warmer,” and she pulled off her shirt, flaunted her pixie chest at us playfully and left the bathroom in her sky blue panties. That girl was still impatient.

Aurora left, too, her lower half wrapped in a towel, saying, “I’ll put out the food. You two take the time you need.”

Rose’s lips moved in my chest hairs, “I feel mom watching over me every day.”

“I talk to her every day, too, honey.”

“Do you think she’d be OK with this?” It was the tiniest whisper.

“She knows our hearts, doesn’t she? She knows we’re doing this for the right reasons,” I kissed the top of her head, “If you’re sure, then she’s sure, too.”

My daughter was quiet for a long minute. I felt her move against me and press her belly into my hardening organ.

Rose looked up at me. “I’m hungry,” she said with a small smile, trying on a little double-entendre with her dad. It was cute.

“Go on to the kitchen. I’m gonna find some boxers.” I watched her pad out and felt weak in the knees. Such a precious and delicate woman-child whose happiness and confidence rested on the activities of the next few hours. And on my shoulders. Don’t let anyone tell you parenting isn’t hard.

The three topless women sat at my kitchen island noshing the pancakes as I poured an orange juice, Callie and Rose across from me and beside me the surprising, smiling, barefoot, olive-skinned, busty woman who’d just opened a door into a future I hadn’t imagined. You’d think that as a writer of complicated plots that I might have done a better job of imagining my own.

“This is part of taking it slow?” I asked Aurora, nodding at the breasts on display. She wiped syrup from her lips and nodded.

“It was Rose’s idea,” she smiled at my daughter, chewing as she spoke.

“The idea’s to get comfortable with your body in manageable stages,” Rose added, her eyes traveling that body. I felt the heat of her gaze where it touched me like laser fire.

We ate for a bit, each in our own thoughts, eyeballing the other’s nudity. Letting the vulnerability feel ‘normal’ I guess. I certainly felt my engine idling in a low rumble down in my crotch.

Finally, Callie put down her fork and said sharply, “Look, Aurora, I want to know why you waited so long to go after Mr. B.”

It took the woman a minute to answer. “You sound angry about it.”

“Yeah, you let my dad use you like a nanny with privileges. Why?”

Aurora stepped around next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Because I saw myself in you. Because I didn’t have parents around when I was a kid.”

“You never told me that…”

“Took me a long time to understand it myself. And it wasn’t your job to heal my trauma, so when I began to realize it I couldn’t very well share it.” She teared up and hugged Callie.

“I didn’t let you mother me as much as you wanted to, I guess.” The girl teared up, too.

“It’s OK, Callie, I couldn’t make you love me. I accept that.”

Watching them embrace moved me in surprising ways. I noted that they were talking about their relationship in the past tense. They were on a new path, too.

It goes without saying that two naked women pressing their nipples together has a salutary effect on a straight male’s genitals. At the same time, the hearts on display warmed mine, too. Rose and I saw these two antagonists melt toward a new kind of regard for each other.

My daughter and I exchanged a knowing and happy look across the island. Lust and love rose in me as partners.

After a bit the two women wiped their eyes and gathered themselves. Callie took a swipe of the syrup left on her plate and smeared a ring of it around one of Rose’s spongy areolas.

“You’ve been staring at her boobs all through breakfast, Mr. B,” she laughed. Then she cupped my daughter’s breast and squeezed that puffy knob into a sweet protuberance. “Want a taste?”

“Do you want me to?” I asked Rose.

She nodded shyly.

I moved around the island.

For a moment I just looked at the fruit Callie offered. The meat of the breast squeezed between her slim fingers pushed the spongy flesh toward me. It glistened with syrup. A golden drip ran over Callie’s knuckle. The nipple swelled hard and bumpy. My mouth watered, again. My cock strained across my hip, trapped below the elastic of my boxers.

Rose’s eyes darted between mine and that bulge. I saw apprehension there and a large measure of hunger, too. She wasn’t quite up to offering herself to me. She had to let her friend do it for her. But she stood there resolutely as I leaned down.

“You don’t think they look weird?” Rose asked and I stood again.

“Honey, these are very, very sexy…”

“But the puffiness makes them so, I don’t know, lumpy?”

“No, you got them from your mom…”

“But most girls have tiny nips and their boobs are rounder? I guess.” Her fear got the best of her for a minute.

“All breasts are beautiful, Rose.” And I bent down and took the pink knob between my lips and sucked off the syrup. Slowly, and using my tongue all around. She quivered. She sighed.

“What matters,” I said, “Is how it feels when someone does this.”

And I replaced Callie’s hand with mine, squeezing the flesh to a point, pulled it deep into my mouth and gently suckled. Callie had to hold her from falling off the stool.

“Daddy….,” she breathed. I could smell pancakes and pussy from there. I felt the vibrations of arousal humming through my body, too.

“Your kid’s got real sensitive nipples, Mr. B.” smiled Callie, “Sometimes I can get her off just playing with them.”

“Leave the plates,” said Aurora briskly, “Let’s adjourn to the office.”

Callie helped Rose get there and I admired Aurora’s womanly behind as I followed.

When we all gathered in my sanctuary, the blinds half tilted, filtering the late morning sunlight I had to ask, “Why my office?”

On my wide oak desk they’d laid a thick blanket. I noted it was the comforter from my daughter’s bed, the one that smelled of women in heat. My laptop was relegated to a shelf with the photo of Aileen and baby Rose watching over us.

Rose spoke, “It’s the place that’s the most you, daddy. It’s where you work and make your characters come to life.” She stood there, her breasts proud, “I thought it might be where a new me could come to life, too.”

I looked at the three of them. Callie and Rose, athletes standing with the head-up, shoulder-back posture of women at home in their bodies, notwithstanding their novice status in the bedroom. I liked that they were confident and strong and eager to engage with my body. And Aurora, a woman into her prime, softer, rounder and more at ease in her sexuality. It wasn’t difficult to think of us all as happy animals just doing what comes naturally. Easy to set aside all the cultural baggage about who begat who, what organs were allowed to meet.

“Doug, we’ve got a first step in mind here,” Aurora said, “We’re going to each say something about the other’s bodies that we like.”

“You take off your boxers first, Mr. B.” Callie smiled.

Couldn’t argue with that, really. It looked like a unanimous agreement. Each of them had a burning in the eye, a little nervous fidget in the body.

I, still half-hard, stretched the waistband of my boxers out to pull them down over my bulge. Kicking them aside I stood, also head-up, shoulders-back and let the feel of three pairs of wanting eyes tickle my package. He swelled and rose under their gaze, the first my daughter’d had outside Saturday’s video.

“I’ll go first,” piped Callie, “I like your hair, Mr. B. I like the way it outlines your chest and goes all the way down to your balls. Oh, your beard, too.” She looked at Rose. “You’ll love the way it prickles your thighs when he eats you.”

Aurora spoke, “I see Brett Highland in you, or vice versa. Your descriptions of him are much like you – lean and tan and supple.”

“You’ve read my books?”

“Oh, Doug, you know I’ve told you that I enjoyed them before.”

“I thought maybe you were just being polite.”

Aurora gripped my bicep and a shock ran to my testicles, “You’ve got more of him in you than you want to admit. It’s that smart, confident and kind masculinity that gets to me.”

“My turn,” said Rose, looking a bit faint as she stared at my organ, “The thing is…the thing is…I keep thinking about how my body’s made from little guys that came swimming out of those, um…balls. It makes me feel kinda wiggly,” she giggled.

“What do you like about your father’s body?” Aurora prompted, running a hand across my chest and moving down across my furry abs. I could feel the heat of the back of her hand in my rising shaft. It ached to be held, but she just scritched in my pubes with her fingernails.

Rose swallowed hard and looked apologetically at both of us. “The way that thing, all those things just hang there between your legs. Don’t they get in the way sometimes?”

As a matter of fact, I thought, they do if I’m imagining sex with you when I’m running.

Aurora reached down to cradle my balls and lifted them gently. My cock wasn’t hanging just then, but pointing at the ceiling and throbbing with my racing heartbeat.

“You want to touch them?” Aurora asked my daughter.

Rose stepped closer, looking in my eye for permission. Before her warm fingers reached my balls I noticed the ice blue of her eyes, the ragged cut of blond hair framing her face, her freckles and the peach fuzz on her upper lip.

Then she looked down and the heat of her palm embraced my sack. She lifted it, weighing and rolling my nuts.

“Ahh, they’re heavy and, uh, warm and,” she giggled again, “fuzzy!”

“Be very gentle with them,” Aurora cautioned.

“I remember…I remember what you said.” And she carefully let them hang again and stepped back. “Whew…that’s enough for now, I think. I need to sit down.”

My straining cock leaked.

Rose eased back onto the couch and Callie said, “Hey, mom, he hasn’t said what he likes about us!”

I took deep breaths. My scrotum still tingled with the touch of my daughter’s gentle hand. A drop of my juice tickled its way down my shaft.

“Don’t you need to take off your panties, too, then?” I asked.

Callie whipped hers off with haste and stood there angling her muscled butt for me.

Aurora peeled off her towel to show me the curly bush that I was looking forward to chewing my way through soon. Her smile said she was looking forward to that, too.

Then, tentatively, Rose stood, turned her back to me and began rolling down the pink panties. Her taut butt, lean with swimming, high and round and tanned, invited me to sink my teeth into it. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“You’re putting me on the spot here, ladies.” I ran a hand across my brow, “there’s no way any one of you is more appealing than the others.”

Callie and Aurora vamped a bit, smiling and confident. Rose, still shy, turned away, looking at the floor.

“Aurora, your Mediterranean skin fascinates me,” I said, “To see your entire body now in that fabled olive hue… It’s entrancing.”

The woman turned a three-sixty. “It’s part of that exotic appeal I mentioned,” she said, taking a little bow, heavy breasts swinging.

“Callie,” I inhaled deeply, “I have the advantage of already making love to you, so I’ve got to say that the way you rode me like you could let yourself go entirely…well, that’s inspiring.” I cast a meaningful glance at Rose.

Callie put her hands on her hips and mock pouted, “I know this isn’t my day, but soon I’m going to ride you again, Mr. B.”

I looked at Rose and thought hard. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body, though her questions about her breasts showed that objective measures weren’t as important as her own self-consciousness. I searched for the right thing to say…

“Rose, honey, in you I see more than just a beautiful woman’s body. I see your mother and I see myself, too… You’re kind and you’re confident in your element. There’s something in the total package that makes you so desirable to any man. That makes me want to help you feel just as confident in lovemaking.”

She looked deeply thoughtful and slowly turned toward me. Watching my eyes she unlaced the fingers that covered her sex. She turned her hands palm-out and opened the curtain on the shadowed cleft of her most intimate self. She’d left a healthy bush over all of her ladyparts. It made a dark, shadowy tangle in that delta.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. And I’ve been afraid, too. And I’m so grateful that you and Aurora are both willing to be here for me.”

We each wiped our eyes at that. Physically and emotionally aroused, we stood looking at each other’s nakedness, exposed in the same room for the first time as adults. I felt the magnetic pull of her body, but I wanted to look as long as I could, too.

“Honey, I’m glad to see you don’t let porn tell you how to trim your pubic hair.”

Rose looked embarrassed. I guess she was still pretty self conscious.

I gave my fatherly advice, “Real women have hair, Rose.”

Absently, my daughter ran her fingers through her thatch, looking pleased now.

Aurora’s voice broke the spell.

“Doug,” she touched my shoulder and prompted, “lie back on your desk. Let your legs hang over the edge.”

“I’m what?” I asked as I relaxed back onto my desk, “A smorgasbord?” My body lay open to the three women, my organ straining across my hip as they moved closer to lean over me.

“I’m giving Rose a kind of hard-on 101,” Aurora stood at my right knee and took my cock in her hand. I raised up on my elbows to watch. Her warm grip drew another drop from my tip that oozed over the purple flare and down to her finger.

“Mom, what do you want me to do?” Callie held back, but clearly jittered with the arousal in the room.

“Just watch for now, OK?” Aurora’s hand clenched me. I watched Rose’s eyes zero in on my organ. She licked her lips unconsciously. She shifted from foot to foot between my knees.

“Rose, do you have any questions?” The older woman smiled encouragingly, holding my cock like a specimen.

Callie climbed up on the desk on my left on her hands and knees and brought her face down to watch. I reached a hand to stroke up her velvety thigh and she spread for me. With one fingertip I oh-so-gently explored her folds. She was wet. She mmmm’d.

Rose said, “Why’s he dripping like that?”

“Cause I’m really aroused, honey,” I gritted my teeth.

“Your dad’s got the experience to make it last, but we should let him tell us when to stop or slow down. Just like he told you to do.”

“I can distract him,” offered Callie. Then she swung one sleek leg over my body and there was her delicate, moist quim parted in front of my face. “I’ll keep him busy licking so you can do what you want.”

The girl wasn’t entirely misguided in her effort. She definitely had my attention. Callie planted her hands on my ribcage where she could look down on what her stepmom was doing to my cock. Clearly she needed some distracting herself to keep her own desire from interfering with father-daughter time.

Her small auburn patch of pubes left the swells of her pudenda entirely exposed to my gaze. And my mouth quickly filled with drool that my tongue longed to deliver into those folds. So I grasped one firm ass cheek in my hand, pulling her to hover that glistening vulva over my mouth. One swipe with my tongue along her snatch and she eased those crinkly lips down against mine.

I french-kissed her pussy, her juices sweet and thin on my tongue.

She squirmed, grunting.

I couldn’t see my cock, but I could hear and I could feel.

“Rose, you want to touch it, don’t you?” asked Aurora.

Then a new hand clasped my shaft. My ooze made it slippery now. Rose worked her fingers, feeling the stickiness. My daughter had my full manhood in her hand. I could only wonder what she felt. But her hand began moving along my length, slipping in my juice. She tested the texture of me, running a finger around my crown.

“See how the foreskin slides…” said Aurora.

Rose practiced pulling that cowl of flesh back.

“These veins here,” said Aurora, “I like to think they’re a kind of calligraphy.”

“I see what you mean, all these squiggly lines, like an arabic script?” Rose paused. I felt fingertips tracing the filigree of vessels on my shaft, imagined the drag of a pen tip inscribing me. “You mean there’s a secret language written on a man’s penis?”

“Oh, a woman can read it, Rose,” the older woman chuckled, “It’s a kind of braille.”

Rose’s fingers traced my organ and I had to pull my face from Callie’s snatch to tell them to pause a minute.

“You read it with the flesh inside your body, Rose,” whispered Aurora, their hands no longer touching me, my knob drooling on my belly and throbbing, longing for that touch.

“Callie says it tastes good?” Rose had a hand just above my knee.

“Depends what a man’s been eating, but I like it in most of its manifestations, myself,” I could hear the smile in Aurora’s voice, “even when it’s kinda bitter.”

“Sounds like an acquired taste.”

“If you’re like me you’ll wake up one morning next week with a positive craving for it. Lucky for you, your dad’s here to help with that.” Aurora stroked her hand along my thigh and my balls drew up.

“Lucky for both of us,” said Rose, “What I saw through the shower door looked like you really get into it.”

“You know, there’s more than a taste for cum that makes me do that,” mused Aurora, “It’s a kindness to my man. And there’s something magical about being able to make him spurt that way. If you get good at it you’ll have a superpower.”

“You’ll show me how to get good at it?”

“Well, we’ve got six weeks…”

“And a willing test dummy,” Rose squeezed my leg, which pulled my attention from diddling Callie with my tongue tip.

“I’m so glad,” Rose said, “that you and my dad are going to try a relationship. I’ve been worried about him being lonely.”

I imagined that in the silence Aurora and my daughter were hugging. I felt a rising sense of gratitude for all my new lovers. Well, my daughter was my about-to-be lover and I was eager to cross that threshold now. So I concentrated on bringing Callie off.

I kept on with the wet exploration of her genitals, moving through her folds with my tongue while running my fingers up and down her ass crack. The girl didn’t hesitate to drive her arousal higher by grinding on my mouth and getting my attention on the places that moved her the most.

I heard Aurora say, “Your dad has a handsome organ. It’s curved nicely and thick right where I like it, on the end.”

“They’re a lot different?” Rose said, weighing mine in her hand again.

“Well, they’re all good, though some variety now and then’s nice.” Now I really had to talk to Aurora about her trips to Atlanta.

She said, “The foreskin adds girth and gives your tongue something to play with when you fellate him.”

“Dad, can I do…that…now?”

I grunted in an affirmative manner from between Callie’s thighs. She was rubbing along my face with gusto as she approached her climax.

Rose squeezed my cock in her warm, soft hand. A shame I couldn’t see it. I imagined Rose’s approach – lifting my pole toward her open mouth, peering intently at my crown, licking her lips, seeing my juice ooze over her fingers. I felt her breath on my glans and my whole body stiffened.

“That’s so fuuuuuckinnnnng hot,” gasped Callie and she went stiff, too, and shook through her legs as an orgasm washed over her. My daughter’s mouth never made contact. The girl collapsed and Rose had to abruptly release me and move aside. I lapped fiercely at Callie until she couldn’t stand it.

Callie put her head down on my belly, covering my frustrated recumbent member in a cascade of her auburn curls. Her long, lean body relaxed along the length of my torso. Her well-licked pussy remained a tongue’s length from my mouth.

“Callie,” said Aurora, stroking the girl’s hair, “I think there’s a lot of your father in you.”

“What?” she mumbled.

“You know Larry likes sex. That’s why he doesn’t keep just one woman, just me.” Aurora’s voice had a tinge of sadness, but also of acceptance. “He’s a skilled and unselfish lover, Callie, when he’s in town.”

“Meanwhile, all around the world…”

“Yeah, well, he’s not one to make an emotional connection, but I think you also like sex a lot, don’t you?”

“More every fucking minute, honestly.” She raised her head and Aurora took her chin in her hand.

“If you can find it in yourself to mostly watch or at least follow my guidance in the next hour or so, I think Rose would be better for it.”

“It feels so damned good, though…” Callie climbed off of me and lay on her side. She put her head on my belly again and I ran my fingers through her hair.

“OK, I’ll try,” Callie sighed. I felt her warm breath on my knob.

“You know, Aurora,” I said, “Callie’s got a good dose of your practicality, too.”

“Listen,” said Rose, still between my knees, hand on my thigh. “Can Callie show me how it fits in her mouth?” My girl, the peacemaker.

A hand raised me up and a hot, wetness enveloped my knob. At last. My body was in that delicious place where the merest touch sent electricity through my entire nervous system. Callie’s lips closed firmly around my shaft. Her tongue moved along my crown. I felt hot breath on my balls. My hips moved to push me deeper. The girl began bobbing.

“Hold still,” Aurora and I said together. Smart woman. She could read my body already.

“Just keep him there and let Rose look.”

My balls tingling, I felt just the heat of Callie’s mouth capping my knob. I felt every slight wriggle of her tongue as we both struggled to be still. I felt the throb of my heartbeat as pulses of pleasure in her mouth. I wanted so badly to hold her head so I could rock my shaft up into her.

“Does it hurt your jaw?” My daughter asked the girl.

I felt a fingertip trace the join between those lips and my shaft and I quivered.

“NNrrrr,” mumbled Callie.

“Don’t do that again, please,” I said through gritted teeth, “Unless you want a mouthful.”

Callie released me and raised up on her hands and knees again, grinning at me.

“But I do. I do want a mouthful.”

“Callie, please,” said Aurora, “Rose makes the choices today.”

Callie pointed me at Rose. “So, you want to try it?”

My daughter and I locked eyes over my shiny organ. Callie’s small hand wrapped the base. The purple knob swelled tight. My foreskin stretched thin. Rose began to bend down, licking her lips. Her puffy nipples pointed. Her ragged blond hair hung over her eyes. Her mouth opened. She paused and said, “Daddy, don’t come yet, OK?”

“Sure, honey…” It wasn’t going to be easy. “Maybe just kiss it first?”

Two fingertips tentatively laid on my shaft held me against the lips that she pursed and pressed there. She pulled back, looking cross eyed at my red organ. Closing her eyes, she leaned in again and ran the tip of her tongue in a short swipe up my length. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, savoring me. I oozed again.

“Taste that!” urged Callie.

My daughter thought about it. The drip ran down and she darted her tongue to catch it. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

“Mmm, strong,” she squeaked. But she licked me again, this time with a wide tongue.

“You’d better wait for a second,” I panted.

“You close, Mr. B?” Callie clamped her hand hard at the base of my cock.

I had to look away. The sight of my daughter delightfully tasting my dripping knob was too much.

“Honey, can I get up from this desk?” I asked as she stood again. “Let’s give me a break.”

Callie released me and I stood. Aurora put her head on my shoulder and said, “This is so beautiful…” I felt the heat of her body all down mine.

Rose sat on the couch again where Callie joined her and gave her a hug. Seeing the two naked young women embrace in such relaxed comfort, with obvious and genuine affection made me proud.

“What next?” Callie asked.

“I want to see him inside someone before I take it in me,” Rose said, “Is that OK, daddy?”

“Of course, honey,” I wasn’t about to argue that, “You have a preference?”

“Hmmm, well, tough choice…” She looked from her friend to her friend’s mom. They both made a show of pretending not to care.

“May I make a suggestion?” I said, “I should go a bit longer before, uh, more stimulation. How about…” I looked inquiringly at Aurora and her daughter, “how about we watch you two stimulate each other for a bit. Then Rose can see it go in both of you.”

Everyone looked happy with that, but Aurora put up a hand, “Doug, Callie and I’ve watched each other a few times now, but we haven’t actually, uh, done anything with each other.” She looked with concern at her stepdaughter.

“I think I owe you something,” Callie got up from the couch and took her stepmother’s hand. “This time you lie on the desk.”

In a moment Aurora was where I had been, splayed on the comforter with a daughter between her legs, mouth on her genitals. For a bit the older woman watched, propped on her elbows, but quickly subsided to simply receive the loving that Callie was delivering.

“God, that’s good,” she sighed, “Yeah, right there.” She pinched a nipple while her stepdaughter slowly attended to every square inch of her hairy snatch.

“Hold me,” said Rose, backing against my body.

I wrapped my arms around her, one across her belly, the other cupping a breast, tweaking a spongy nipple. She held my arms tight to her and gave a ragged gasp. My hanging, half-hard organ nested between her firm ass cheeks and she wiggled. Rose sighed and lay her head back on my collarbone.

Watching our friends and lovers give each other such pleasure, and anticipating how that was about to happen between us, too, I felt an elating sense of happiness. Here we were, embarking on an uncomplicated phase of our lives with hope and nothing but love for each other. Yes, love. I could call it love. Certainly for Rose. And growing, in this place of newfound freedom, for Aurora.

Rose parted her thighs and reached between to pull my thickened organ between and clamp it up tight against her warm, fuzzy sex. We were too sticky to slide, but she squeezed as she stood on tip toes in my embrace. I bent my head and bit her shoulder. Her finger explored the puckered flesh of my foreskin where it protruded. When I drew back in it wrinkled, when I pressed forward my tip slid out slippery for her finger to caress.

“Does this feel OK, daddy?”

“Perfect.”

Rose squeezed her thighs tight again.

“You seem to be getting comfortable with the old man,” I whispered in her ear.

She laughed, “Old man? I wouldn’t call it that.”

“What will you call it, then?”

“Cock…cock…COCK,” she said, testing the sound and touching my tip, “Yeah, cock works for me.”

“Thank God you didn’t want to call him Spike,” I teased.

“No dad jokes…”

She paused, then, “I want to see your cock fit in Callie first…” she sighed, “I want to help.”

Rose turned herself in my arms and my organ slipped free, pointed skyward and raked by her belly as she spun. She put her arms around my back, pressed herself body-length against me and tilted back her head for a kiss, our first as lovers.

I gave her a look that carried my smoldering longing to be inside her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Tenderly I moved my mouth across hers, letting her smell her girlfriend’s musk in my beard. My daughter quivered in my arms as our lips met.

I felt her animal body, her athlete’s body, her woman’s body mold to mine, her breasts buried in my chest hairs, my cock embraced by her belly, our thighs hot where they touched.

We kissed slowly, exploring and tasting. I wanted to pick her up off the floor crushed in my arms and devour her.

To the sound of the two women’s lovemaking we drove each other higher for long minutes.

Finally, breaking away and panting, Rose said, “I want to watch now “.

We both eyed her girlfriend’s exposed snatch, the red lips peeking out where she bent between her stepmother’s spread thighs.

Rose moved to her and put a hand on Callie’s ass, the other wrapped my shaft and pulled me near. I didn’t resist.

“You want my dad to put his cock in you now?”

Callie just raised her right leg and put her knee on the comforter, opening her crotch for us. She was still soggy from my eating, her labia swollen, red and slick. She kept on slurping Aurora, whose moaning seemed to increase at the prospect of me penetrating her stepdaughter. She raised her head enough to smile encouragingly at us, then dropped and groaned.

Rose leaned to get a good view of Callie’s snatch and pulled my knob closer. I bent my knees and eased forward.

“I can’t see how this is going to work,” muttered Rose as my tip hovered before the pink, wrinkled vulva, “there’s no hole…”

“Press me there,” I pushed my knob forward into the yielding, moist flesh and stopped, just parting the labia. “Now rub me up and down her to get me wet.”

She did and my knob swelled.

“Can you feel how there’s a soft spot along there where you’re sliding my cock?”

“Yeah, kinda,” she gripped me firmly and moved my pole up and down Callie’s pulpy flesh. I certainly felt the soft spot.

“Oh my God, put it in already,” said Callie, muffled by her muff diving, “you won’t have any trouble finding your own…”

I leaned my body forward and my flared head sank in, pressing the flesh aside, straining the labia. Rose stared as her friend and I merged. I pushed deeper, my crown slipping under the lip of Callie’s stretched skin.

I held it there.

Callie wiggled her ass.

Despite the urge to drive deep, I held it there.

“You see,” I nodded, “The flesh makes way.”

Rose ran a fingertip along the stretched rim where my cock disappeared and smeared the wetness around my shaft.

“I guess I’ll find out what it feels like soon…”

I pushed deeper and she pulled her hand away. Very, very slowly I sank in, letting my daughter appreciate the beauty and wonder of two bodies melding. Callie rocked her hips in encouragement of my penetration. She grunted into her stepmother’s snatch as I pulled her cheeks apart so we could watch me go to my deepest.

When my pubes were finally scrunched against the girl’s tanned cheeks I reached around her hips and pulled her tight.

Again, I held it there.

Callie wiggled her ass and my sheathed organ throbbed as our insides moved together.

Aurora pulled Callie’s head up and shifted back, “You should do this without being distracted.” She moved off the desk and came to stand by Rose, “Besides, I want to see this, too.”

“You’re a kinky kind of mother, aren’t you?” Callie sighed.

“They say, when the student’s ready the teacher appears,” chuckled Aurora, swiping back the sweaty black hairs from her forehead. I cast her a wry smile and released Callie’s hips.

I pulled my cock back, wet and ribbed and steel-hard. I held it just knob-deep and let the women have a long look. Aurora casually cupped her own mound and put a hand on her stepdaughter’s butt.

Placing one hand on Aurora’s I began a slow sawing. At a certain pace I could go for a long time even as Callie’s whimpers rose in pitch and tempo with her arousal. Too fast and I’d trigger too soon, too slow and something about feeling every centimeter of pussy sliding up my cock would do the same thing.

“Callie,” asked Aurora, “Are you a big finish kind of woman? Or do you usually have a string of little highs when a man’s inside you?”

“Uhhh, I don’t think I’ve had enough men inside me to say?”

“Hmmm,” the older woman ran a finger down between us and drew it up wet. She pressed it against Callie’s pucker.

“This OK?”

“Yrrrmmmm,” mumbled the girl, her face down in the comforter.

“See, the whole perineum gets super sensitive when you’re aroused.” Repeatedly, she rubbed the wet finger along Callie’s crack, pressing at her sphincter harder each time.

Callie shook and clawed at the comforter even as I kept at my steady pistoning. She pushed back hard, mewling and gasping as she peaked.

Again.

This girl had an appetite.

“Ahh, I thought that might get you there.” Aurora sounded a little smug.

“Please put anal on the lesson plan, Mr. B.” Callie murmured.

Aurora bent herself over the desk beside her stepdaughter and said, “My turn, Doug.”

She was sopping and aroused from Callie’s tongue. I took a big step to the left and lined myself up, then pierced her with a careful, measured thrust. She gasped and I put my hands on her shoulders to hold her still. Then I pulled back, paused with just the tip embedded in her, then drove in again. Aurora moaned every time my balls slapped her labia and the pause was enough to keep me from popping.

Aurora’s hairy pussy was a dark purple, Callie’s pink and hairless. I liked a woman to look like a woman, with hair and a meaty snatch, not like a child. But it was a miracle that I could be sampling both together and I surely wasn’t going to complain. Like Aurora’d said, a little variety’s a nice thing now and then…

Rose hovered around, watching my thickness wedge into the other women.

Callie wormed a hand under her stepmother’s pelvis and found her clit with her fingers.

“What a thoughtful daughter I’ve raised,” sighed Aurora. Then she let herself be carried on the wave of pleasure we delivered.

I kept it slow and steady, as much for my own need to last as for the prolonging of the woman’s enjoyment. Rose put an arm around my waist and tried to get the view from my perspective. It was a thrilling view. Aurora’s thick butt gave more cushion for the pushin’ than her daughter’s. Her’s jiggled more than an athlete’s glutes, but I liked that.

The swell of her breasts spread on each side of her torso, flattened on the comforter. I reached and stroked her from her armpits to her hips, cupping them as I went.

“Callie, keep that up right there for a bit…I’m close…” Aurora’s breath got ragged and she gripped the comforter in both hands, groans climbing up to a whine. I felt my balls smacking Callie’s fingers as I kept up my steady sawing.

I smiled down at Rose and she looked back proudly and with a kind of awe. A dad always wants to be his daughter’s hero. I was filled with pride, too. And a massive load of spunk.

Aurora reached her crest in a rush and jammed her ass back at me. It took every technique I knew to keep from filling her. I thought about income taxes, the steps involved in dismantling the lawnmower’s carburetor, counting backward from a hundred, while she shook and clenched and shrieked before me.

I pulled out quickly and let her daughter finger her to a soft landing. Aurora lay limp on the desk, pigeon-toed, her thick legs splayed and hanging. I sweated and dripped.

Rose and I sat on the couch, my arm around her. My daughter ran a fingertip along my shaft in the wetness of Aurora’s juices.

“That feels so good, honey,” I whispered, “but don’t do anything more just now.”

“We’re really asking a lot of you aren’t we?”

“No, you’re giving me a lot.” I kissed the top of her head, “What are the chances any other father in the world is doing something like this right now.”

“Will you be OK to…uh, give me my turn?”

“Tell me how you want this to go…” I took both her hands in mine, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

Rose thought a minute and bit her lip. “There’s one thing I’m still afraid of…and I know it’s stupid.”

“I’m going to be very gentle, believe that.”

“It’s not that. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually,” She looked awkward, “It’s my, well, I’m going to call it my pussy…It’s my pussy lips. They’re really big.”

Rose had her knees tight together and that dark delta under her bush was still hidden to me. “Will you show me?” I didn’t move to touch her, just let her get comfortable as I knelt on the floor.

Callie piped in from where she was affectionately stroking Aurora’s back, “I keep telling her they’re beautiful.”

“Meat curtains doesn’t sound beautiful to me,” said Rose, acidly.

“Oh, I’m just jealous…”

Rose pursed her lips and eased her knees apart. Her blond pussy hairs glistened, curling on her mound, clouding the lips she doubted.

“May I touch?” I asked, leaning in.

She nodded, chin on chest, framed by those bright puffies. Rose watched as I raked my thumbs up her inner thighs. Her legs relaxed apart. I used my thumbs to comb aside the silky golden hairs. There, in the cleft of her sex, hung a meaty, swollen, red pair of labia as big as any I’d seen, even in the porn vids.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

“There’s nothing that says fully grown woman more, honey,” I smiled and I leaned in, “May I taste you?”

Her eyes got big and she nodded. Aurora and Callie moved to sit on either side of my daughter and she put her hands in theirs as I grasped her waist and lowered my mouth to her delta. First, the silky blond hairs met my tongue. They held her scent, so thick and musky. They tasted of her, salty and sharp.

“Your mom had the cutest little curls like these,” I said, looking at her as I worked my tongue in the twists, pulling the hair away from her slit. I combed aside the fur from the flesh and found the womanly meat that I like to pinch between my lips.

Rose squirmed.

I moved my tongue tip ever so slowly amongst the folds, finding her juices, drooling, pasting her hairs to her skin, opening a way for my cock. Her legs parted further as I ministered to her vulva. Rose watched me with a breathless surprise.

Those light tipped and spongy areola pointed stiff to the ceiling. I reached a hand up and pinched one. My daughter’s head arched back and she gasped. Callie pinched her other nipple and Rose writhed.

“I told you…” smiled Callie.

Rose’s hips curled up into my mouth, chasing my tongue.

“Is it weird to say I want your cock, daddy?” she panted, looking at me with such hunger and pleading.

I just smiled.

“I want it more than I ever wanted that pony…” she laughed.

“You’re ready?” I rose to my knees, my cock steel-hard and pulsing.

She looked at it and licked her lips.

“I thought I was gonna suck it first…but, yeah, I’m really, really ready, daddy.”

Her thighs parted, her hands came down to her delta, she took her fat labia in her fingers and pulled herself open for me.

“Are you wet enough, honey?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter…”

I could see her flesh glistening where she parted.

“Since this is your first time I think we should make extra sure…” and Aurora leaned over my daughter’s body to pull my cock into her mouth and nearly gag herself. She must have known that would produce a prodigious amount of spit. Quickly, as she bobbed, I was coated in thick, dripping ooze.

What a generous, loving thing to do, I thought, I could fall in love with a woman like this.

“There,” she said, pulling back and swallowing hard, “Now do it.”

I pressed my wet cock down and eased forward. Rose watched my crown approach with intensity. Her belly trembled.

Flesh touched flesh.

She gasped.

I paused.

Rose released her labia and I nested in them. She clutched the other women’s hands tight. I pressed forward, meeting resistance, watching my daughter breathing deeply.

“You remember I said I liked your dad’s big knob?” said Aurora.

Rose glanced at her and nodded, but riveted her eyes quickly on that knob spreading her open. I was fully engorged, deep crimson around the corona, a dusky purple where the head swelled. I sank the cap in another half inch and my daughter whimpered.

“Some guys are bigger at the base, pointy on the end,” Aurora continued, “They go in easier…but I think you’ll find that once he’s all in it feels even better.”

“I’m not sure where it’s going to go…but it feels so good!”

In that moment I saw us all from across the room. Maybe because my heart clanged in my chest like a sledgehammer. Or maybe it was a spiritual moment and I had an out of body experience. A lean, hairy, muscled middle aged man knelt between the spread eagled legs of a trim and supple swimmer. On each side of them sat two more beautiful women, hovering to give them pleasure.

The universe shifted around me. I felt my self dissolve for a moment. I felt a boundless trust and love carry me as on an ocean of feeling.

I saw it in Rose’s eyes, too, this complete connectedness – nothing hidden from each other.

Together we watched my crimson corona slip below the little nub of her clitoris. Together we felt her flesh suck on mine, draw me in, give way to my rigid helmet. We found a place for it to go. Millimeter by millimeter I sheathed deeper into my daughter and she trembled. Her breathing grew sharp. Her fingers scrabbled at the couch. Her lips hung open. Her brow furrowed.

I leaned down to kiss her mouth as my balls kissed her ass cheeks.

I hit bottom.

Rose ground on me.

Arched over her, I kissed her tenderly and passionately and her breath became even more labored.

I moved back and she grabbed at my hips with her heels.

“Noooo,” she whined.

“I can feel my heartbeat in the head of my cock in there,” I said, “It’s all I can stand.”

“Please keep it in, daddy,” she begged.

I would have to find our rhythm, the rhythm that drove her upward while giving me control. That would take some practice, but we had six weeks…

I indicated to Callie for her to pay attention to Rose’s nipples again.

I pushed all the way in and she sighed.

When Callie sucked a breast nearly entirely into her mouth, my daughter arched up and drove her head back into the couch, groaning.

I began a slow-paced grind, in and out, in and out. Each time she groaned louder.

I saw the signs of a woman on the edge.

She gritted her teeth, “Don’t come in me, OK, daddy?”

“Well, as you wish…” What now?

“Yeah, Doug, we’ve got a treat for you,” said Aurora, standing beside me, hand on my shoulder.

“Treat?”

“Callie told us the kind of porn you like, so we’re rewarding you for all your hard work.”

I kept up the pace and Rose’s gasping ‘Ah! Ah! Ah!’ got more strident with each plunge into her hot, wet honeypot.

Her legs began to uncontrollably tremble and her belly to flutter.

“After she comes, stand up,” instructed Aurora.

Callie looked wickedly at us as she played with my daughter’s nipples.

She reached down and tapped Rose’s clit with a fingertip.

My darling girl exploded into joy, writhing on my pole and clawing at my arms, her eyes wild, her hair tangled, her body flushing red all over.

In my head I disassembled the carburetor once more.

When she quivered down into something soft again I pulled out and stood shakily.

Aurora reached around and grasped my wet and throbbing and very nearly bursting organ.

Rose and Callie dropped to their knees in front of me, smiling, Rose lovingly, Callie sinfully, both eagerly opening their mouths.

Yes, Callie’d seen that video on my phone, alright.

Aurora began stroking me.

Rose ran her fingers under my balls.

I felt Aurora’s heavy breasts pressed into my back as her fingers squeezed my shaft.

She whipped her fist over my knob in my daughter’s juices.

Suddenly and at long last my whole body went erect. I stood tall as every muscle clenched, as my spine stretched and my blood pounded every blood vessel full.

It was the look of love in her eyes that did it. That gave me permission to unreservedly release.

I felt it as a fireball in my groin, growing outward, spreading down my legs, up my belly, streaking along the fat shaft in Aurora’s stroking hand.

We all saw it coming.

We all saw me coming.

My hips jerked and a spool of spunk whirled to splatter across Rose’s mouth.

And another before she could flinch, this one flying to splat on Callie.

And another as I jerked in Aurora’s slippery hand, to smear in the girls’ hair.

They giggled now and tongued their lips.

Another bolt flew to glue Callie’s eye shut. She shrieked with delight.

Another few streaked their cheeks as my peak passed and my body began to soften.

Aurora milked me for another several spurts and they hung in strings to ooze onto Rose’s nipple. The woman had to hold me up.

I stumbled to the couch and collapsed, watching the girls lick each other clean of my semen. Aurora stood there tonguing my drippings from her fingers and looking thoughtfully at me.

“I should make a lesson plan spreadsheet, I guess.”

“You do that,” I was too spent to object or to cheer.

After a bit, licked clean, Rose and Callie snuggled in on each side of me, holding hands on my belly. I tousled their hair, kissed the top of each of their heads.

“Would you say we’re off to a good start?”

They both nodded and all of us drowsed in post-coital bliss.

Into my head percolated thoughts of Brett Highland and his next adventure. I would write what I know, but I began to think I’d need to create some secret chapters that couldn’t get published with the mainstream novel. Where can I anonymously drop some erotica?, I wondered.

Of course, a detective plot is built around paradoxes and our human desire to resolve them. The locked room mystery is the classic. How can two things be true at the same time?; the man is shot dead; no one could have been in the room with him. Or the confessed murderer has a perfect alibi and rubs it in the detective’s face.

Other paradoxes are created by arbitrary rules. Rules like, thou shalt not have sex with your daughter. How can a woman be both my child and my lover? Only if the rule goes away, as it had for us.

Somehow Brett Highland was going to confront both kinds of paradox in the new novel.

The next six weeks would give me plenty of inspiring material.