Haunting Sex Story

[JEMMA]

Chapter Fifteen

Following their plan, Robert visited Ramona at the bank again two days later and asked her out to dinner again, this time as his treat. They laughed when Robert described how he had tried to make a reservation at "Mom's Diner" which, he had been assured by the men working on his house, was the best place in town to eat. Frances Dilley, otherwise known as "Mom" and owner of Mom's Diner, had laughed out loud. "You're not from around here, are you?" he mimicked Frances saying.

The morning after their dinner date, Ramona held her co-workers spellbound by her description of what had happened.

"We got there and there were no cars in the parking lot. I was afraid there had been a mistake and the place was closed!" Ramona told them. "Then the door opened and Mrs. Dilley came out and took us in. He rented the whole diner for the night!" Ramona didn't have to pretend to be flattered. Robert hadn't told her he was going to do that. Robert had admitted that he asked "Mom" how much she made on the average Friday night and then offered her five times that amount to serve just the two of them. "There were four men in there with violins and guitars and I don't know what all, and Mrs. Dilley served us herself. It was just amazing!"

"How romantic" sighed Agnes Green.

"Did he kiss you?" asked Renee.

"Renee! I'm shocked you'd even ask that," said Ramona, trying not to giggle. "I will tell you this, though. I like him. We have fun together. He tells the most amazing stories."

Three days later the mood at the bank was almost the opposite. Renee brought in a newspaper that had a picture of Robert with another woman. The headline was, "Local millionaire samples night life," and there was a story about how Robert had come back from what the paper called his world travels, and was renovating his ancestral home in the town of Nettleton, which was, in fact, named for his family. The woman with him was identified as Lucinda Johnson, daughter of Magnus Johnson, who owned and operated the Johnson Furniture Emporium. The couple were attending a benefit fund raiser for a local orphanage, but she wore a slinky dress, and was covered with jewels and looked very much the part of a rich man's escort.

"That dirty dog is running around behind your back Ramona," snarled Renee, throwing the paper down on Ramona's desk.

Ramona was well aware that Robert was going to "take out" other women as part of his role playing, but seeing the smiling buxom woman on his arm still caused her gut to clench. It showed and Renee became a commiserator instantly.

"Don't you worry about it baby," she said to Ramona. "There are other fish in the sea. If he comes in here again I'll throw him out myself!"

Ramona smiled. "Renee, he's a grown man and he can date whomever he wants. I like him, but I don't own him. And don't you dare throw him out either. I may not be exotic and beautiful like her," she slapped the paper, "but I'm the better pick and I think he's smart enough to see that."



Renee agreed vociferously. "You're right. You're better than that blond bimbo any day, and if he's not smart enough to see that then he doesn't deserve you!"

That night Ramona reported the conversation to Robert, who identified the woman in the picture as the daughter of a man who had approached him to do business with. Robert, having problems finding "women to forward our plan" had agreed to escort the man's daughter to the benefit. Robert laughed about how the man tried to use his own daughter to seal a deal that Robert had no intention of entering into.



When Robert came into the bank the next day, he waved nonchalantly to Ramona, and went to a teller cage to do some business of some sort. Then he went and stuck his head into Frank's office, glad-handing like a politician. It was then that he went to Renee's desk and tried unsuccessfully to make small talk with her. Renee was frosty, and kept her eyes on her work most of the time.

Finally Robert sauntered over to Ramona's desk.

"And how is my favorite financial Wizard doing today?" he asked, loudly enough for several people, including Renee, to hear. Renee rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner at Ramona.

"Why I'm fine, Robert ... may I call you Robert?" she said sweetly.

"I would be devastated if you did not," he said smiling. "And when will you grace me with your company again, if I may be so bold?" he asked formally.

The newspaper Renee had given her was lying on her desk, where she had left it intentionally. "Why Robert, it appears that you have plenty of company. When would you ever be able to fit me in?" She let her fingers drift over the paper.

Robert laughed. "Ramona, let there be no mistake. I would rather spend one evening with you than ten with women like that," he said. "You are interesting, and beautiful and you laugh at my horrible jokes. I have tomorrow night open ... and the night after that ... and the next night too. Please, have pity on me," he pleaded.

"You're a charmer, I'll give you that," sighed Ramona. She had the urge to giggle so much that she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop it. "All right. I haven't been roller skating in years. Do you roller skate Robert?"

Robert looked stricken. "I will learn!" he said. "Surely such a thing cannot be so difficult. I understand that hundreds of people do it."

The date was made and Robert left, shaking hands with everyone he could reach.

Renee was at her desk before the outside door closed. "Are you really going to take him skating?" she asked.

"Sure" said Ramona. "Why not? He's just a man. Why don't you and Ted come along too?"

"I might just do that," said Renee. "I'll suggest that if he isn't a little nicer to me I might feel inclined to get to know the very wealthy Mr. Robert Nettleton a little better. It doesn't hurt a bit that he's cute too." She giggled as Ramona chided her for being mercenary.

In fact, by the time Robert escorted Ramona into the "Skate Inn", there was a sudden resurgence of interest in roller skating by a surprising number of adults, most of whom worked at the bank, or were married to someone who worked at the bank.

It was a riot. Robert had never had skates on in his life, while Ramona had gone skating with Richard quite often, and was really quite good. She unfailingly picked Robert up off the floor each time he crashed down, and steadied him as he rolled along uncertainly. Her co-workers helped pull him up too. By the end of the evening he was able to stay up most of the time as she pulled him, hand in hand, around in circles. Everybody went out for drinks at Duffy's Tavern when it was all done. Robert didn't act at all stuffy. He also made sure he told some very horrible jokes.

From there it was just a matter of making sure that people knew Robert took Ramona out more than he took any other woman out. Then their plan moved to the phase where he took only Ramona out.

No one, at least who lived in Nettleton, was surprised when, three months later, Robert Nettleton proposed marriage to Ramona Franklin.

Ramona's wanted Renee to be her maid of honor, with Debbie as the only other bridesmaid. That decision was relatively easy. In thinking about Robby, however, Ramona's feelings were much more conflicted. That was the result of reflection on the persistent feelings she had developed for her son, and her discussion about that with Robert. Her un-motherly attraction to him, in a way, made her feel like she was closer to him than any man other than Robert himself. In that sense, she felt like that, when she married Robert, she would distance herself from something very special by "leaving" Robby. In a philosophical moment she decided that it was appropriate, in a very private way, for Robby to give her away.



With that in mind, she talked with her children about those roles and said she wanted to spend an evening with each of them, alone, to just talk about things and settle in everyone's mind what their expectations were for life in the near and not-so-near future. What they were doing was a big decision, and their lives would change considerably because of it. Ramona didn't want to lose anything she had with her family as they gained other things.

Her night with Debbie was scheduled first. Robby spent the night with Mike, who wanted an update on what was happening with the Nettleton mansion and the crazy hermit they had all seen together, and that left the house to his mother and sister.

Ramona and Debbie talked about a lot of things, but two of them were probably more important than the others.

"I need to know how you feel about the money," Ramona said, as she ate spoonfuls of ice cream out of her quart of Rocky Road, while Debbie did her best to destroy a quart of Butter Brickle.

"Well, we've never really had a lot of money," said Debbie. "I don't know what it will be like."

"Do you think you'll just be able to buy whatever you want?" asked her mother.

"That would be nice," said Debbie. "But I've seen some of the rich kids at school, and they seem ... empty somehow. At least sometimes. It's hard to explain."

"It's important to me that you stay who you are," said Ramona. "I don't want money to become too important to you."

"I think if we talk about that, it will be okay," said Debbie. "Even though I argue with you sometimes I think you're pretty smart for an adult," said Debbie smiling. "You usually give me pretty good advice."

"Okay, we'll agree to talk things out then," said Ramona. "Now, what about Robby?" she asked. "I have some advice for you about that."

Debbie shifted uncomfortably in the overstuffed armchair she was currently occupying. "I love him mother," she said.

"I know that, and I understand that. But what you two are doing has real consequences," said Ramona patiently. "Things have been so crazy that we haven't taken care of protection yet. And I suspect you two haven't decided to stop for a while until that gets done."

Debbie had the grace to blush, but didn't confirm her mother's suspicions.

Ramona bored on. "What, for instance, are you going to do if he makes you pregnant?"

Debbie was silent for what seemed like a long time. "I have mixed feelings about that," she finally said. "Part of me is horrified at the thought of being pregnant at all. I mean that would change so many things. But part of me thinks that having Robby's baby in me would be the neatest thing in the whole world. I love him so much it hurts sometimes."

"That's one of the things the money changes," said Ramona. "What I mean is that there won't be any financial burden on you. In theory you can have all the babies you want to. We can hire a live-in nanny to help you take care of them. That part is easy. But having children changes your life radically because then they are the most important thing and you have to sacrifice some of the other things you might want to do."

"Like what?" asked Debbie. Talking with her mother about this was something she hadn't thought she could do, but she found, to her surprise that it was not only easy, but immensely relieving too.

"Like meeting another man you like, and already having children that he may not feel drawn to because they aren't his," said Ramona. "Like not being able to go to college because you have a family to take care of." Ramona thought some more. "Like being in a relationship with a man who you can't kiss in public, or acknowledge as the father of your children. Like being thought of as a slut because you have children out of wedlock. You'd be living a secret life, and that's not easy," she finished.

"Good points" admitted Debbie. "But I'll argue with you about some of them." She took another bite of ice cream. "For one thing, I love Robby so much that I'd marry him if I could ... like you and Uncle Bob. So I'm not sure that I'll be interested in other men." She took another bite. "And, if I don't have to work, and have help ... because of the money ... then I think I could manage going to college, whether I have children or not." She frowned. "I agree that it would be very hard to love Robby in secret. I do that now, and it's not too hard right now, but you're probably right about that not being the most satisfying kind of life. And I don't care what people think about whether I'm a slut or not. Once the famous Robert Nettleton becomes my step-father I'm sure people will treat me differently anyway. I think there will be enough advantages to our lives that they will outweigh that."

"You're right about people treating you differently. It's important that you just be who you are and act that way when you can. Your friends might be put off in the beginning, but if you keep on being just plain Debbie then they'll come around sooner or later. And if they don't, they they really aren't your friends."

Debbie cocked her head. "Hey, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead," said Ramona, still processing the other things Debbie had said.

"What about your money? I mean I know how you feel about it, but couldn't it be used to do a lot of good things?"

"What kind of good things?" asked Ramona carefully.

"Well, I don't know ... things like helping people? I mean there are all kinds of problems in the world with education and racism and hunger and stuff like that. I think it would be kind of cool if we could help with some of that kind of thing."

Ramona felt a measure of shock. It was a combination of not having thought of that herself, which caused her pangs of guilt, but it was also surprise that her daughter, on the verge of becoming very wealthy, would be so unselfish.

"I think that's a very noble idea," she said. "I think that's something we should have a lot more talks about."

"Me too," said Debbie.

Then they talked about dresses and wedding arrangements and other things that mothers and daughters talk about when life is good.

Ramona's night with her son was almost completely different. She intended to come to grips with their feelings for each other, and put them to bed ... so to speak.

Those feelings were put to bed. But not in the way Ramona had intended.

She started by explaining why she wanted him to give her away. She had no idea whether he would grasp the philosophical reasoning for that, and was actually surprised when he nodded.

"I get it," he said. "I feel kind of the same way. Knowing that you're getting married, and I don't think it would matter who you were getting married to either, I feel kind of like I'm losing you somehow."

"You'll always be my little boy," she said, chewing. Tonight there was no ice cream. Instead, she had baked hot rolls, because she knew he loved them, and would eat a whole pan of them if allowed to. They sat, tearing little pieces of the rolls off and eating them. The rolls were so good that the butter and strawberry jam she'd put out weren't touched by either one of them.

"I know that," he smiled. "But this new feeling ... it's something I haven't even figured out yet. I mean I know I'm not supposed to feel stuff like that for my own mother ... but I do. And now you're getting married and I'm happy for you. I think you should do it. But I think I'm a little jealous too. Doesn't that sound stupid?"

Ramona shook her head. "No, it's not stupid. Not to me." She sat, her feet tucked under her and stared at her son. "It makes me tingle when you say you're jealous."

Robby looked back. "You know how sometimes you want something really bad, and it's all you can think about? You save your money and you dream about going to buy it, and what it will be like when you have it and all that."

Ramona nodded.

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Robby nodded with her. "It's like that with you. I'll be in bed, and I think about ... things. Or in the shower. It happens there a lot too. It happened with Debbie that way sort of, except that we did things for a long time and it just went farther and farther."

Ramona felt tingles in her belly. "But sometimes, darling, when you get what you wanted so much, it turns out not to be what you thought it would be after all. Sometimes you get disappointed, or just lose interest."

Robby blinked. "Yeah, that's true, if you're talking about a pair of shoes or something. But that's not what we're talking about here," he said. "I mean I know that fantasy isn't like reality, but I can't keep the fantasies out of my head. And I'll never know the reality, so I doubt if I'll ever be able to really let go ... like you're talking about."

Ramona's own feelings were remarkably similar. She had fleeting fantasies. Her memory of his smooth chest pressed against her bare breasts fueled those fantasies.

"What if you did experience the reality?" she asked suddenly. "Do you think then that the fantasies would go away and leave you alone?"




"Mom, don't tease me," he said.

"I'm not teasing Robby. I don't want this to make a wedge between us. I want you to feel free and at home, and welcome in our new family. I want to be able to look at you and hug you and not be afraid that I'm causing you pain."



Something in Robby tore loose. He didn't snap, exactly, but he felt a release inside him that allowed him to do something that he never would have contemplated doing before this very moment. He stood up and pushed his shorts down, exposing the erection he'd gotten just talking about fantasies.

"You don't cause me pain," he said. "You cause this."

Ramona felt her pussy squirt. "I don't want to come between you and Debbie," she said. "And I don't want you to come between Robert and me."

Robby stood there. "I love you both. I'll always love you both, even if we never do anything. Even if Debbie gets married some day, I'll always love you both."

Ramona stood, putting her hot roll on the table beside the chair. "You can't give me away if you've never ... had me," she said. she was breathing deeply now. Her clothing felt suddenly very confining.

Robby responded, not like a son, used to being subservient to his mother's control, but as a man, establishing his control over a woman. It wasn't a harsh control, or one meant to dominate or dehumanize her. But he didn't wait for instructions, or permission, or assent. He kicked off his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. Then, naked, he went to his mother and began undressing her as she stood, her eyes closed, trying to decide whether to help him, or try and stop him. She kept her eyes closed as he made her naked. It wasn't until she felt his lips on one of her stiff, standing nipples that her eyes popped open and she felt weak.

He took her there, in the living room, on the couch. He placed her on the couch, lying down, one foot on the floor and the other held up by her ankle, opening her obscenely to his hot-eyed gaze. His prick dripped with his excitement.



First, though, he tasted her, driving his tongue deep between her swollen pussy lips, and sucking her taste, along with the nubbin that was her clit. Her feelings shocked her with their intensity, and she found her fingers squeezing her nipples as he tended to her pussy. Suddenly she was impatient and pulled at his hair.



No words were needed as he raised his wet face to look into his mother's eyes. He moved upward and let his iron hard prick bob, just above her gaping sex, pausing to savor the sight of his naked and spread mother, waiting for him to penetrate her.

Her consent came in the form of her soft hand gripping him ... aiming him ... pulling him to her.

"I saw you and Debbie in bed," she said softly. "You were being very tender with her. Be tender with me too," she moaned.

Robby slid his adolescent penis into his mother's adult pussy in one long, slow push until her hairs and his met and mingled. Both of them groaned in a mixture of satisfaction and a desire to feel that again, for the first time.



For Ramona, what she noticed most was how Robby filled her, but in a wholly different way than Robert did. It had been long enough that she had a hard time remembering how Richard felt in her, but Robby's adolescent prick just felt different in some way. His arms and back felt different too, as she stroked him, urging him to continue with little pulls and grips.



For Robby, it was less controlled mentally. The hot clasp of the pussy squeezing his cock was something that made his mother's face appear in his mind, whether his eyes were closed or not. As he had not thought of anyone but Debbie, when he was making love with her, he couldn't think of anyone but his mother while his prick was buried in her. He also felt the now familiar urge to cum, but there was also some kind of brake built in that demanded that he hear his mother have an orgasm before he spilled his seed. Part of it might have been because he was moving slowly in her, almost languidly, pausing at full entry to press hard against her pussy lips and clit.



Each time he did that ... as he pressed hard into her ... Ramona moaned, "Ohhh baby," in a voice that caused his balls to tighten a little more each time he heard it. It was a pure, sweet sound in his ears that said in a completely affirmative way that she welcomed him inside her.




They had been silent for so long ... not counting her mantra of joy ... that Ramona didn't want to spoil the mood by talking. Instead she pulled at his head and kissed him long and deep, and then pushed his head toward her aching nipples. He sucked hard, in contrast to his gentle fucking motions, and her orgasm surprised her, both with its rapid onset and the depth of the feeling as it built rapidly, increasing the pressure inside her, but not releasing it. His deeply probing rod wasn't moving quite fast enough to bring her off completely, but she waited, letting the pressure build until she almost couldn't stand it any more and writhed under him. She finally had to say something more.

"Faster now ... please?" she begged.



Robby's hips did something instinctive and, instead of going in and out faster, he went in, leaving only an inch or two outside of his writhing lover and then rabbit stroked her five or six times rapidly, bouncing off her clit and jiggling her body with the force of his penetrations.

Ramona's wail would have sounded like pain and suffering to an observer, but her tone penetrated Robby's brain and, as her pussy rippled around him, he gave up and let his seed spill violently and copiously into his mother's belly. His own groan sounded like something one would hear through the walls of a dungeon, accompanied by sounds of his laughing torturer.



They clasped each other tightly, having shared something beautiful that they didn't want to end. Ramona was almost overcome by feelings of remorse that she had allowed this to happen ... not because of who they were ... but because she knew she could never live without this happening to her again sometime. Even though she knew Robert would smile and nod if she asked permission, she hadn't planned on complicating her life this way. Another part of her brain screamed a litany of thank yous for the joy she felt from an almost perfect union with a man she loved dearly.

Robby's thought process was not as complicated, but arrived at the same conclusion.



"I'm not sure ..." he panted, "that I'm willing to ... give you away." He sagged down, his weight a welcome warmth on his mother's body.

Part of Ramona accepted what had happened and knew that, somehow, she'd deal with it.

"You have to," she panted back. "It's part of the ceremony." She hugged him and then giggled. "I had no idea, my darling. Debbie is a very lucky girl," she sighed.

"Thank you," he said.



"Oh darling, you're so very welcome," she said, stroking his back.

There was a moment of awkwardness in Robby's mind as he contemplated climbing up off his mother's naked body.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

Ramona let her fingers play with his hair. "Well, if you're not willing to give me away yet, then I suppose we'll just have to do this until you get your fill and change your mind." She giggled again.

They grabbed fistfuls of hot rolls and moved to Ramona's bed. It took them until two in the morning before Robby finally gave up. Ramona had been seated on him, riding him to his fifth spurting orgasm, when he pulled her down for the last time.

"Okay" he gasped. "I think I can stand the idea now."

"Good" said his mother, feeling his softening prick beginning to slip out of her. "I wanted you to feel that way before I told you that Robert will understand if, some day, we feel the need to do this again."

Robby looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I told him how I felt about you. He more or less gave me permission to explore those feelings," she said softly.

"Wow," said Robby, feeling much better suddenly about what they'd done for the last eight hours.

"How would you feel if Debbie felt the need to explore feelings she had towards him?" asked Ramona.

Had she asked him that in the beginning, his response might have been different. But now, thoroughly sated for once in his teenaged, hormone-driven life, the thought didn't threaten him.

"I don't think she would want to," he said. "She really hated him at first. But, even if she did I don't see how I could justify getting mad about it."

"That's a very mature and enlightened attitude," said his mother, kissing him on the tip of his nose. "I doubt, though, that Debbie's attitude would be that enlightened if she found us like this. We should spend the rest of the morning in our own beds, don't you think?"

"I could sleep 'til noon," said Robby.

Robby didn't get the chance to sleep 'til noon, though. Debbie, having spent the night at a sleepover with three of her friends, all of whom talked about boys and the things boys liked to do, came home horny. She stuck her head in her mother's bedroom and heard snoring, whereupon she went to her brother's room to get her itch scratched.



Robby, thankful that he was young and healthy, managed to scratch that itch quite well before he sent her on her way and told her not to wake him up for a week.

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Strangely, after their coupling, Ramona found it much easier to control her emotions regarding Robby than it had been before. She had so much to do to get ready for the wedding that she didn't examine this phenomenon in any particular detail. If she had, she would have come to the conclusion that, before she let Robby shoot his virile sperm in her unprotected pussy, she had been afraid that her feelings for him were founded on lust. During the act, however, it became clear to her that she wanted to share something precious with him ... and receive that dangerous sperm ... because she loved her son on a level that was both deep and honest.



Knowing that they loved each other, and that if she felt the need to share that with him again she could, the urgency to "deal" with the situation was gone. In one sense it had been dealt with, though Debbie's status in their new family hadn't yet been fully explored. Ramona thought about that ... about the possibility that the teasing that Debbie and Bobby engaged in might, some day, lead to something more. She found it interesting that she wasn't nearly as worried about that outcome as she was if Debbie found out about her mother and brother and didn't understand what that was really about.



Ramona decided to let nature take its own course with Debbie and her uncle. If the other issue raised its head, she'd just deal with that when it happened.

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At a family conference, Ramona and her children came to the unanimous decision that after the wedding, they would move into the Nettleton mansion. All three were surprised at how easily that decision was made. All three were further surprised when Ramona asked her children what other issues needed to be addressed and no one could come up with anything. All was moving smoothly in the Franklin household.



Debbie took it upon herself to act preemptively concerning the accommodations. The morning after that meeting, after her mother had gone to work, Debbie went to her brother's room. She was amazed now at how routine it seemed to crawl into bed with him, wake him with kisses, fondle him to full erection ... if he wasn't already that way ... and then slide her pussy down gratefully over his throbbing member. He was always groggy in the mornings, and she loved to climb up on top of him and ride him. It gave her better control over when and where her tingling clitty got rubbed, and she was able to get him deep enough that the tip of his beautiful prick prodded that special little place inside her that both hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. She could also take her time, because, if he wasn't on top of her, he couldn't go as fast as he liked to, which inevitably brought that rush of welcome wet heat spurting out of his penis sooner than she wanted it to. True, he was able, on many occasions, to either keep going, or to be able to go again quite soon, but she loved to deny herself that wonderful hot feeling, letting the pressure inside her build until she almost couldn't stand it. Then she'd squeeze his healthy young penis in just that special way that she'd learned would make it spurt almost on command, so that as she had her orgasm, he had his too.



This morning had been particularly sensational as she felt her brother's hot sperm bathing her pussy. She kissed him as he mumbled his love for her, already letting his eyes close to go back to sleep. She wanted her pussy to be full of his spunk when she went next door to look at the house where all this had started.

She dressed in jeans shorts and a halter top, not to tease anybody, but because she liked those clothes and they were comfortable. She had made the halter top in home economics, because she had to come up with a sewing project. She'd made it out of one of Robby's old dress shirts that didn't quite fit his muscular chest any more. She'd cut off the collar and sleeves and folded the shoulder material to make straps. Then, to impress her teacher, she'd tailored the cloth to fit her breasts. It almost looked like a fancy bra, except for the tails in front, which she used to tie in a knot in the front, between her breasts. It was a pale blue color that, when she first made it, concealed her pink areolas, though it allowed her nipples to define themselves, especially if they were erect under it. Her jeans shorts were cut-offs and thin and white where they cupped her buttocks.

It didn't occur to her on a conscious level that she looked like the very picture of a well-fucked, beaming, healthy young woman, with gorgeous cleavage and a firm ass. She didn't think about what the men working at the manor might think about as she walked through them ... how her flat stomach fairly screamed to those men that it needed life inside it, to make the flatness go away as a baby swelled beneath it. She never gave a thought to how, as she had to step over obstructions on the lawn, where materials were strewn about, that her breasts would bob invitingly as all eyes watched her walk across the yard to the front door of the mansion. Had she heard the groans of the men, or seen them shift their stiffening cocks in their pants as she walked by, she might have considered dressing less provocatively.



But Debbie's mind was awhirl with the anticipation of seeing how the inside of the house had changed ... of walking its halls again, this time as the mistress of the manor. "Well, one of the mistresses, anyway" she thought as she stepped on top of a pile of long lumber and jumped down on the other side, making her tender young breasts bounce once and come to a quivering equilibrium inside the thin cloth of her halter top.



Two men were working together nearby and Debbie heard one of them mumble to the other ... something like "Oh man, and it's only nine thirty. I gotta go home for lunch and see Christy." The other man laughed and replied "See Christy? I never heard it called seeing before." He laughed again.

Debbie glanced at them, wondering what they found so funny about lunch. Then she ran up the stairs to the front door, oblivious of the groans behind her.



She peered around, shocked and delighted to see that everything looked so bright and colorful and ... alive. She reached out to touch the paneling, which glowed with a soft light. It was bright and she could see the grain and tones in it now. Before it had been gray and dull. The wall paper and new drapes were so colorful she thought she was in a different place. She wandered into the kitchen and gasped at the harvest gold counter tops and the gleaming matching stove and refrigerator. A center island held all kinds of copper pots hanging from a stainless steel rack that made a roof over it.

She almost ran to see what her bedroom looked like. That the "little girl's" room would be hers, she had already decided. She hoped that it would still look like a girl's room. She passed by the master bedroom and the "boy's" bedroom to find the door to her room closed. She pushed it open and gasped.



The four poster bed had been completely recovered with new fabric. It didn't look strange to her, despite the fact that the fabrics were archaic in design. The room she had spent so much time in ... had experienced so many new and exciting moments in ... looked alive to her now. Her eyes were drawn to the rest of the room in darting glances as she tried unsuccessfully to take it all in.

Her eyes lit on the cedar chest where she had packed away her cherished special dresses each time after she had worn them during dress up play. The chest had obviously been refinished and gleamed with a coating of oil.



She had her first disappointing feeling as she saw the now beautiful piece of furniture. She knew somehow, sadly, that the dresses would be gone. Never again would she be able to pull on the sweet smelling old clothes and parade in front of her brother, pretending to be a princess, or the mistress of the manor. She felt a single tear roll down her cheek.

A sound behind her made her turn quickly, wiping the tear away. It was her uncle, standing in the open doorway, leaning negligently against the jamb.



"So what do you think?" he asked. "Is it suitable for a beautiful teenage girl?"

Debbie felt conflicting emotions. She knew it was silly, but she really missed those dresses.

"Yes, it's beautiful," she said.

"Why then do you cry?" he asked.

Debbie wiped at her cheek again, embarrassed. "It's nothing. There were dresses that I kept in that chest. I used to wear them sometimes," she said.



"My mother's dresses," he said nodding. "Yes they were beautiful. You liked them very much?"

"Oh yes!" said Debbie, unable to control her burst of emotion. "I felt so pretty when I wore them."

"A simple dress could not make you more beautiful than you are now," he said, bowing. "But I am glad that I had them cleaned and replaced. I suspected that someone had been wearing them."

"What?" said Debbie, startled.

"Look inside," he said gently, waving a hand at the chest.

Debbie went to the chest and lifted the lid. The odor of cedar spilled into her nostrils and she saw all her dresses ... her grandmother's dresses, she corrected herself. They had been neatly folded back into the chest after it was refinished.



Debbie turned, more tears in her eyes now, and stared at the man she'd hated, then wanted to hate, and now couldn't hate any more.

"Still you cry?" he teased. "I am such a failure." He tried to look dejected.

Debbie ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh thank you Uncle Bob. You have no idea what this means to me," she cried.

"It was but a little thing," he said stroking her hair. "I have upset your life, and would do what I can to let you retain as much of it as you can."



Debbie turned, one arm still around her uncle and surveyed the room. "It really is beautiful," she said.

Robert looked down into the expanse of teenaged cleavage she had exposed by turning. He could see the insides of her breasts. They looked white and soft.

"It is indeed beautiful," he said, smiling.

Debbie's eyes settled on the dressing table. It had been dust covered and streaked when she last saw it. Now it, too, gleamed with a coat of oil over its refinished surfaces. The drawer pulls were shining brass now, instead of dark green lumps of metal. The mirror she had looked at herself in as she played dress up was clean and shining, surrounded by an ornate gilded frame which before had looked like a dull yellow mass of indistinct carving. A doll sat, leaning against the bottom corner of the mirror. She had held that doll, and examined it, though she had felt too old to play with dolls, especially when she and Robby began playing dress up. The doll had a porcelain face that was so realistic that it was hard to believe. Its clothing had been faded and dirty, and one leg had been torn at the knee. Now it looked brand new, having been repaired by a master restorer of antique dolls.



Robert saw where she was looking. "That was your mother's" he said. "When we left she cried many times, wanting that doll. If I could have come back to get it for her I would have. But we were not allowed to come to this place after ... afterward. Maybe you should take it to her?"

Debbie looked up at her uncle and saw the softness in his eyes as he looked at the doll. It made her stomach feel fluttery to see that look of love.

"Can I give it to her as a wedding present?" she asked. "I can't think of anything to get her."

"I think that would be most perfect," he agreed, smiling. "Now, to what do I owe the honor of your visit this fine day?"

Debbie was suddenly nervous. She had come here like she still owned this place. The changes in it had shocked her as she realized that it was different ... so different that it didn't seem like the same house to her. And yet, it was so familiar that she couldn't help but feel at home in it. It was like somebody she loved had been in the hospital, about to die, but had recovered and now looked completely healthy.



"We decided last night to live here after the wedding," she said. "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you or not. Mom may want to tell you herself. But I just had to come and see ... to see if it was the same."

"Alas, it is not the same," admitted her uncle, his arm still around her.

"No, but I think that's all right," she said softly. "It looks so much better. It's so pretty and bright." She slumped a little. "I don't know if the ghosts will even come back now."

Her uncle smiled and she saw it out of the corner of her eye. She stuck out her jaw.

"We used to talk to them, you know," she said stubbornly. "They ... watched us. They liked having us here," she insisted.

"I do not doubt that my ancestors loved having you in this place," he said seriously. "So many unhappy things happened here. I'm sure they were very satisfied to have happy young people here again." His eyes dipped to her cleavage again. "I know I'll be happy to have happy young people here."

Debbie saw his eyes and blushed. "You're a horrible tease, you know that? What would my mother say if she saw where you're looking?"

"She would say that I have wonderful taste in ogling breasts," he said easily. "Yours are perhaps as beautiful as hers."

Debbie blushed harder. Then she kissed him on the cheek. "You make me feel good," she said finally.

"Then my day has not been wasted," he said, kissing her forehead. He looked at her again, this time into her eyes. "I'm really very happy that you have decided to do this thing ... to let your mother and I be happy ... to live with us. And it is not only because of your beautiful breasts either," he said, winking at the end.

Debbie felt giddy at his obviously heartfelt expression of thanks. She stepped away from him though, feeling that fluttering in her stomach again. He was really very handsome in a strange and different way and she felt unaccountably nervous being so close to him.

"What can I do to help?" Debbie asked brightly.

Robert smiled. "Well, I happen to be talking to the interior decorator about the bedroom your mother and I will use. Perhaps you could lend your expertise on things she likes? I love her more than life itself, but I've been gone a long time, and don't know her every day likes yet."

Debbie squealed with excitement and followed him to the master bedroom. It too looked different, with the furniture refinished and the wainscot redone. The walls above that were bare, though, and the huge four poster bed in that room was bare as well, without even a mattress on it. A woman was standing in the middle of the room making notes on a clipboard.



There ensued a spirited discussion, primarily between Debbie and the woman, about how the room should be tricked out. Debbie, in her own way, described what the perfect room would look like, thinking of her mother and the colors she liked and things like that.

When they were done the woman turned to Robert. "Well, other than being a cradle robber, I have to say you have chosen well for a wife. She has exquisite taste Mr. Nettleton."

Debbie gaped, then blushed, and then started to correct the woman, but Robert stepped up to her and put his arm around her possessively.

"I know an exquisite woman when I meet one," he said smiling broadly. "Her beauty will complete this house, along with that of her daughter and son. I have, indeed, been lucky."

The woman left and Debbie turned to her uncle. "Why did you let her think I was going to be your wife?" she asked curiously.

"Think about it," said Robert. "She will now go out and tell everyone what a sexy young wife I have. People will gossip about it, and when I take your mother somewhere people will already be thinking how beautiful and young she is. It is a harmless little prank, yes?"

"I guess so," said Debbie uncertainly. She didn't think of her mother as young. Beautiful, yes, but not young. Children never do.

"How did it make you feel that the woman believed you and I would be married? That we would do the things married couples do?" he asked.

Debbie blushed again. "I ... I ... we don't do those things!" she finally got out.

"This is a true thing you have said," he nodded. "But you do do them with Robby. And when people do these things, babies are created. When that happens you will be a mother in this house, and almost a wife. Have you not thought of this?" he asked, knowing that youth rarely plan further than next weekend.

"Well, no" she admitted. He remained silent while she couldn't help but think about ... being pregnant ... in this house. "Mom and I talked about it a little bit," she said, as if proud of herself. "And if that happens then I'll try to be a good mother."

"Then my recommendation to you is to begin thinking of yourself as a mother now," Robert said firmly. "If this thing happens, then it cannot be undone."

"But ..." Debbie started and then stopped. She couldn't even think about having an abortion. The thought alone made her ill.

"In this house there are no 'buts'" said Robert. "If you become pregnant, the child will be of the Nettleton line. I would have to resist in the most vociferous manner should you try to become not pregnant. This is a thing you must understand about me. Your mother and I are the only Nettletons left, besides you and your brother. Many children are needed to carry on this line, and none can be wasted. This would be true whether it was Robby's child or that of another."

Debbie stared at him thoughtfully. "I could never have an abortion," she said firmly. "I don't know why I even thought of that. But it sounds as if you want to make me into a baby machine."

"This is not what I meant at all," he said. "If you never have a child at all your mother and I will love you as always. Having children is your concern. But if you decide to do that, I want you to understand that it is a serious concern, and that others will have a stake in the child's life too. You will not be alone if you become a mother."

Debbie suddenly thought about the sperm that was still pooled in her womb at this very moment. For the first time since she had begun pursuing an ... adult ... relationship, she thought seriously about the consequences of what was lying in her belly.

"I will bear, and love and cherish my children," she said in a surprisingly adult tone of voice. "I doubt that I'd make a very good mother right now, but I'll learn whatever it takes."

"You'll make a better mother now than you might have an hour ago, I'll wager," said her uncle. "Your body is ready to provide new life," he said, looking at her breasts again and making her squirm. "However ... you might want to give some thought to preventing babies until you feel you are ready."

"Yes," said Debbie, her spirits suddenly muted. "I'll think about that."

"Excellent!" said Robert boisterously. "Now, tell me, do you ever eat ice cream? I have a freezer full of this delightful treat, and I'll never be able to eat it all by myself."

Debbie spent another five hours with her uncle, talking and helping him make decisions, while the workmen always seemed to need to be around them, asking questions, or carrying things past the lovely young woman. Robert noted their interest and smiled. There would be many happy women this night when these men got home and needed to sate their lust.

TBC.... in next Chapter

[Masterl23]

This story is nice, keep on writing.

[JEMMA]

Chapter Sixteen

That night, when Ramona got home, she was preoccupied with wedding plans and sat at the kitchen table with stacks of lists and invitations and other things associated with the wedding. When Debbie offered to help her she waved her hand, saying that it was fun, even though she didn't look like she was having that much fun.

Debbie took her brother and pulled him to her bedroom.

"I love you," she told him, standing in front of him almost close enough that her breasts touched him.

"I know that," he said in typical male ignorance of what a woman wanted when she said that.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Of course I do. You know that," he said, digging himself even deeper into a hole he had no idea was forming around him.

"Do you love me enough to not make love to me for a while?" she asked.

"What?" he said, unsure what that meant.

"Do you love me enough to not make love to me for a while?" she repeated. It didn't help that her fingers were toying with his shirt collar.



"Um ..." Robby knew suddenly that there was a right answer, but, for the life of him he didn't know what it was. He had a suspicion that he should respond in the affirmative, but was afraid to say "Sure, no problem" because that sounded like he didn't cherish what they shared. And he did cherish what they shared - a lot.

"How long is a while?" he asked.

"I just need to do some thinking. We haven't been using anything to stop me from getting pregnant. I've been thinking about that. That might be a problem, you know?"



When it comes to problems, the difference between men and women is that women want to talk about the problem, while the men want to just solve it and move on.

"So have mom get you some birth control pills," he suggested helpfully.

"You don't want me to have your baby," Debbie said. Her voice rose at the end of the sentence, as if it were a question. But it didn't sound like a question somehow to Robby.



Robby, like his sister, hadn't really thought at any length about what could happen as a result of what they did. There had been a time or two that he had fantasized his sister with a swollen belly, but it was hard to put her face on that body. It just wasn't her.

"I don't know," he finally said. "I haven't thought much about that."

"That's why we need to take some time and think about ... things," said Debbie. "I don't want to get all pregnant and then find out you don't want to be a father." Her voice was rising steadily. "I don't want to ruin my life, and give up everything just so you can do what boys always want to do to girls!" Somehow Debbie had gotten mad. The fact that she had six or seven hours of think time that Robby wasn't aware of didn't cross her mind. She had thought about the consequences, and somehow expected him to have thought about them too. She was beginning to think more as an adult. He just hadn't caught up with her.



Robby didn't know what was going on, but he knew that tone of voice. In the past he had just run and hidden, waiting for her to calm down. But he did realize that this was a serious subject, even if he hadn't taken the time to think much about it.

His hands came up and gripped her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he held her tightly.



"Look, I love you. I don't want you to be mad at me. Whatever you want me to do I'll do, but don't just get mad. If you don't want to get pregnant, then fine. If you do want to get pregnant then I'll ... I don't know what I'll do, but it will be the right thing. If you want to wait and stop then I'll do that too. Just tell me what you want."

Debbie heard the honesty and care in his voice, even if he wasn't very eloquent about it. She felt those flutters in her stomach again and suddenly wanted to go to bed ... and not alone.



"That's the problem," she moaned. "I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what to ask you to do. I just need some time to think about this and talk about this and decide."

"Then that's what we'll do," said her brother simply. "I can live with that."

She kissed him then, hope surging in her heart that somehow everything would be all right.

When the kiss broke Robby looked at her. "Can we start not doing it tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

She didn't get mad. She laughed instead.

"I'll do something for you that we used to do a lot. And you can do it for me too. But that's as far as we can go, okay?"

"I'm your man," Robby said, striking a pose.



They did end up in bed then, naked and panting. But their heads were at opposite ends as they loved each other with their mouths. They lasted a long time, dragging it out. In the end it was Robby who had to stop her from sitting down on his hard prick.

She cried.



But it was tears of happiness.

TBC

[JEMMA]

To the delight of the workmen, Debbie began spending a lot of time at the Nettleton mansion. She didn't tell her mother, because she was arranging things at the house and wanted to surprise her. She told Robby what she was doing when he got curious about where she went all day, and he started going with her. He began to work with his uncle on refurbishing the root cellar, making it into a more useful place with a new roof and door that could be secured. Robert didn't want any workmen in that space, because he didn't want anyone to know about the secret entrance to the mansion.

And, as they worked together, as often happens when people share a task, they became friends.

The next month passed amazingly quickly, considering that neither couple was engaging in sexual intercourse. For Robby and Debbie it became a sort of game in a way, to see which one would be the first to ask for more than oral sex. Debbie taunted her brother, while she sucked on his cock, milking his balls for their fruit. She told him she'd made her decision, but that she wasn't going to act on it until the wedding. When her mother started her new life and began using her old name, Debbie would begin her new life too, with Robby. She wouldn't tell him what her decision had been.

For Ramona and Robert, it was more of an attempt to build the suspense until they could be together as husband and wife. Ramona went to the house a few times, but the temptation to drag Robert into a bedroom and fuck his brains out was too much. It was easier just to stay away and meet him for dates in public, where it was easier to control herself.



Ramona was also doing something else that no one knew about. She contacted an attorney at the home office of the bank, which was in another state. As a representative of the bank, and as handler of the Robert Nettleton account, she asked on his behalf what his sister would have to do to satisfy the bank, so that she could make withdrawals from her account. The attorney did the research into the account, which had not been touched since 1951, when an order was received to pay Elizabeth Nettleton's tuition at a college. The lawyer wrote back to Ramona that all that would be required legally was an updated signature card, which could be supplied either by having Ms. Nettleton come to the bank and execute it there, or by having her provide a duly notarized card by registered mail. Once the new signature was received, she could access funds again with no problem.



Twelve days before the wedding, Ramona announced that she had to go on a short trip. One of her girlfriends from college was getting remarried and wanted Ramona to be there. She'd only be gone from Friday to Sunday. Everything for her own wedding was on track.



Being in the house alone together was nerve-wracking for the twins. Robby had dreams of forcing his sister and was so upset by them that he asked his Uncle Bob if he could stay at the manor the rest of the weekend. He told his sister exactly why he was doing this and apologized, even though he couldn't control his dreams.

Ramona, who really did visit her old college roommate, didn't have to go to a wedding because there wasn't one. Michelle was happily married with three children. But Michelle was a licensed Notary Public, who knew Ramona Shanks was also Elizabeth Nettleton. Things like that are almost impossible to hide from one's roommate, and secrets are often shared in the dark of night when sleep comes slowly. Ramona was nervous about her plan only because she had to tell Michelle about the incestuous marriage. The only reason Ramona felt she could do this was because, in the dark of night, back in college, the secrets Michelle shared with Ramona involved lurid descriptions of her love affairs with her father and two brothers, all of whom hoped she would graduate college and come back home. While Michelle loved all three men, there was competition between them for her that she didn't love, and she decided to live a more normal life.



But Michelle would understand why Ramona was doing what she was doing. And more importantly, she'd keep her mouth shut about it.



Michelle notarized the new signature card, placing various stamps and seals on it and mailed it to the Carver State Bank in Nettleton herself. She charged Ramona one dollar for processing the document.

Then Michelle, who worked for a tax attorney, began filling out the paperwork for the other thing Ramona wanted to do. That process would cost ten thousand times as much as the notarizing of the signature card, and then roughly five or six thousand dollars a year after that in administrative and legal fees. But the law office would provide all the help needed for Ramona's plan for as long as it was needed.



Kissing Michelle on the cheek, Ramona drove back to Nettleton to get married.

TBC

[JEMMA]

The wedding was scheduled for the fifteenth of September. That was because that was the date that Elizabeth and Robert were reunited in foster care after being separated at boarding school. By sheer chance, that was one day after the twins celebrated their sixteenth birthday. Ramona and Robert talked to the kids about why they wanted that particular day for their wedding. Both kids didn't care about the proximity to their birthday and, since this was their first birthday since they had ... consummated ... their relationship, they even thought it was kind of appropriate.

The birthday celebration was a quiet affair, amidst the storm of emotion that surrounded the wedding. That was okay too. Ramona was busy with last minute wedding arrangements, but took time at lunch to have a small party. After that, Robert drove them to the Driver's License Office, where they took the test and were issued brand new licenses.

Then the kids were left to their own devices for the rest of the day. Debbie, just dripping mystery, told Robby that she had ordered his birthday present in a catalogue, but that it hadn't arrived yet. He tried to find out what it was, but she wouldn't budge. Robby, at the suggestion of his mother, had gotten Debbie flowers. He had gone to the florist shop on Broadway. It had been hilarious.

"Yes, can I help you?" asked the middle aged woman behind the counter in the sweet smelling store. Her name tag said "Madge".

"Uh ... yeah ... I need some flowers," said Robby.

"Wonderful! What kind of flowers do you want?" asked Madge.

Robby blinked. "Um ... I don't know. What kind do you have?"

Madge stifled her groan. "How about this? Who are these flowers for? What's the occasion?"

"Oh!" said Robby. "It's my sister's birthday."

"I see" said Madge. She'd made up literally thousands of bouquets of flowers, but flowers for a teenaged boy's sister's birthday was a new one for her. "And how much do you want to spend?" she asked.

"Gee," said Robby. "I didn't think about that." He pulled out his wallet and peered inside. He pulled out three crumpled one dollar bills. "How much are flowers anyway?" he asked.

Madge sighed. "You've never done this before, have you?"

"Done what?" asked Robby, looking from the three dollars to Madge.

"Gotten a woman flowers," said Madge.

Robby ducked his head. He didn't know why, but suddenly he felt like he was supposed to have gotten somebody flowers a lot of times already, and dropped the ball. "Uh ... I don't guess I ever did," he admitted.

Madge eyed the bills in his hand. "How about I put a nice rose in a bud vase and put a ribbon around it and you can give that to your sister.

Robby thought about that. He remembered how happy Debbie had been when Uncle Bob had given her a whole bunch of flowers, and one didn't seem like very much to him.

"How much would a whole bunch cost?" he asked.

"Of roses?" asked Madge.

Robby had a flash of brilliance. "Yeah, like maybe sixteen of them."

Madge eyed the boy. "Now you're talking closer to fifty dollars," she said.

"Fifty dollars!!" yelped Robby. "I don't have fifty dollars!"

Madge wanted to chuckle. The boy looked so distressed. "Well, they're three dollars apiece," she said. "Look, I'll give you two roses and the vase for the three dollars you have. I need to get back to work. I have a ton of things to do. There's a big wedding tomorrow and I've never handled anything that big."

Robby was still shocked by the idea that sixteen flowers could cost that much. Her comment gave him something to say. "Yeah, that's my mom's wedding."

Madge blinked this time. "Your mother is Ramona Franklin?"

Robby nodded, looking at his three crumpled bills.

Madge's attitude changed dramatically. "How would you like to earn the flowers?" she asked.

Robby looked up at her. "Earn them? How?" he asked.

"I have to get so many flowers over to that mansion that it's going to take four or five trips in the station wagon. You help me get them all over there and I'll make you up a nice bouquet of flowers for your sister. Are these flowers for the wedding too?" she asked.

"No" said Robby. "It's her sixteenth birthday today. That's why I thought about sixteen flowers."

Madge sighed. What a sweet boy to think of his sister's sixteenth birthday like that. She exploded into action and directed Robby, who loaded up the station wagon and rode with Madge to the Nettleton mansion. Madge had a sort of map of where everything went, both in the house and outside on and around the gazebo. It took six trips in all, but when they were done Robby left the shop with a long white box containing sixteen pink roses and two dozen long stemmed red roses, artfully bound together with ribbons and baby's breath.

"I think she'll like these," said Madge, handing the box to Robby.

"You don't think she'll be upset because there's no vase?" asked Robby.

"Trust me" said Madge. "If you weren't her brother you'd get a whole lot more than a thank you kiss on the cheek."

TBC

[JEMMA]

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It was a fairytale wedding. The weather was beautiful, with a dark blue sky filled with fluffy clouds. The weather had cooled enough that the heat wasn't as oppressive as it had been only a few weeks before. There was a light breeze, but really all that did was make the decorations move around a little. As much trouble as Ramona had gone to to plan this wedding, there were only fifty or sixty guests present when the ceremony began. Everyone from the bank had come, of course, and another dozen people Ramona had become acquainted with over the years. Sixteen missionaries from Robert's old group showed up. They brought with them a quilt just like one of the ones Ramona had made and given away. Hers had been used as a pattern and dozens had been produced with painstaking labor in a village thousands of miles away. Making them had become the primary income producing venture for a group of widows in the village. There were differences, primarily the design in the center of the quilt, which was a beautiful rendition of an African looking pair of masks, stitched in beautiful detail. Robert laughed when he saw them, and explained that they were fertility symbols.



The wedding itself was simple and quick. The orchestra played, and Debbie and Renee strolled up the walk to the stairs of the gazebo, where they met Robert and a man named Theodore Stapinski, who flew in from Pakistan to be Robert's best man. They had served together as missionaries and Theodore had once saved Robert's life. Ramona emerged from a striped tent that had been set up as a dressing room for her. She had opted for a formal gown, rather than a wedding dress, and she was beautiful in it, escorted by her tall, handsome son.

Afterwards there was a reception in the house. No one other than craftsmen had been in the house yet, so there was a great deal of excitement. People gawked at the double curved staircase that led up from the foyer, which was full of flowers and a table with gifts on it. A buffet had been set up in the dining room, with chairs for about thirty people there. Others took their food and spread out into the parlor, and living room, and even some in the kitchen. No one in Nettleton had been in a house like this, and they all loved hob-nobbing with what they thought was the richest couple in five counties. Little did they know, but Robert and Ramona were, in fact, the richest couple in more like five states.



Ramona pulled Robert to the table of gifts and opened them, while Renee wrote notes in a little book about who each gift was from so that Ramona could send thank you cards later. Debbie waited until all the other gifts were opened and then handed her mother one last box from under the table.

"It's from me," she said. "Well, sort of. I had some help."

Ramona opened the box, and when she saw the doll she froze. Tears welled up in her eyes and she reached into the box to stroke the doll's face with one finger.

"I thought she was lost," said Ramona, her voice catching.

"I played with her when I was little," said Debbie, softly. "I didn't know she was yours then." She whispered the next part "Uncle Bob fixed her up and thought you'd like to have her back."

Debbie got a hug and left streaks of mascara on her cheeks and lipstick to go with it.

"Oh!" said Ramona. "I almost forgot. I got you something too. I'll be right back. She walked quickly to the roll top desk in the den and pulled out a large envelope, which she carried back to the foyer.

"You said you could think of ways to help people. Now you'll have your chance." Ramona handed Debbie the envelope.

Curiously, Debbie opened the packet and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. The cover sheet had a large stylized "F" on it, under which were the words: "Charter of the Franklin Group". That was followed by what looked like paragraphs of legal language, with sentences beginning with "Whereas".

"I don't understand," said Debbie, leafing through the documents. It would take a long time to read them all.

"I set up a foundation for you. It's a non profit philanthropic organization for the disbursement of funds for worthy causes. I put some of my money in an account for the foundation to use. You're the chairwoman of the group. You'll have to put together a board of directors, and hire a staff and rent some office space. Then you and your board will have to decide which causes deserve to be funded and all that. It's going to be a lot of work. I may not have done you any favor at all, but I want you to have the chance to do good with the money."



"How much money?" asked Debbie, still shuffling papers.

"I started with twenty million," said Ramona, like she was talking about marbles, instead of dollars. "The group will have to do some fund raising and investment to replenish funds you disburse."

Debbie's mouth fell open. She swayed and Robert, who had been watching events unfold with barely suppressed delight, steadied the girl.

"Twenty million ... dollars?" asked Debbie, her voice cracking.

"It's about a quarter of my inheritance," said Ramona, smiling. Bobby warned you that money could be an unsettling thing." She hugged her daughter. "We'll help you, of course. That much money will bring out the sharks, but I think you'll do well. Are you up to the challenge?"

Debbie sagged into her mother's arms. "I have no idea. I think I might have peed my pants. I need to sit down Mommy."

Debbie sat, staring at the papers in her hands, as the orchestra started playing and people danced. Robert and Ramona danced first, and then four or five other couples joined in. When the second tune started Robby tapped his uncle on the shoulder.

"Can I dance with my mother?" he asked.

"Most assuredly," grinned the man, and stepped away. It was a slow dance and they danced closely. Ramona pressed herself against him, her lips by his ear.

"Thank you my darling," she said.

"What for?" he asked.

"For being you ... for loving me ... for giving me away," she said.

"I still wish I hadn't done that," he joked.

Ramona squeezed him. "When we get back from the honeymoon I think you and I will find some time to spend together," she whispered. She pushed her mons against him gently. "I think you'll find that while you gave me away, you won't have lost me."

Later, his dick still stiff from dancing with his mother, Robby asked Debbie to dance, also during a slow number. They maintained a respectable distance as they saw people smiling at brother and sister dancing at their mother's wedding.



"Your birthday present got here today," said Debbie, smiling widely.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I can't tell you that!" she giggled. "Birthday presents are a surprise. You wouldn't be surprised if you knew what it was when you see it."

"Can I have it now?" he asked.

Debbie shook her head. "It's private, between you and me. Well, I guess mom and Uncle Bob could see it, but nobody else," she said. "We'll wait until the guests leave. You're a big boy. Be patient."

Robby also danced with a number of other women, mostly from the bank. He enjoyed holding them in his arms and swaying to the music with them. They, in turn, enjoyed being held by a strong young man who they didn't have to worry about. They danced all the closer because of that and more than one left the wedding to drag their husbands back to their bedrooms.



The reception was planned to end at four in the afternoon. That was for two reasons. First, the newlyweds had a plane to catch, and didn't want to have to hurry to get to the first leg of their four day honeymoon. That it was only four days was because Ramona had decided she didn't want to quit work. Not yet, anyway. A lot of her social structure was underpinned by her friends at the bank, and she didn't want to abandon that. And she insisted that she receive no special benefits at work either, because of who she was now married to. She only had four days of vacation left for the year, and that was all she asked for.

The other reason was that, if they kept the guests longer, it would run into the supper hour, and Ramona and Robert wanted their first married supper to be a family meal. That meant that the reception ending needed to be backed up to a time that would allow Ramona to prepare supper, and for the four of them to eat it without haste.

A bell rang and the guests lined up to file past the Nettletons and their two teenaged children. A few of the men claimed a kiss from the bride, who gave them out willingly, not minding strange lips pressed against hers for such a short time. Several of the ladies hugged Robert, but none tried to kiss him, with one exception.

Renee was last in line, her husband preceding her. When he kissed Ramona firmly on the lips, she suggested that what was good for the gander was good for the goose and reached her lips up to Robert.

Ramona had told him what Renee had said about him in prior months and so he gave her a kiss that was much longer, with much softer lips than a lot of people would have considered proper. He also let his hand slip very low on her back, almost, but not quite cupping her left buttock, which was hidden from the others in the room. She sagged in his arms a little and was breathless when the kiss broke.

"Thank you for helping me fight my battle," he said softly. "Were it not for you Ramona may never have given me a chance."

Renee's eyes were a little unfocused from the kiss. "That's okay," she sighed. Then she giggled, her eyes clearing. "If I couldn't have you I wanted the next best girl to get you." Then she turned to Ted who was looking at Debbie like he was considering kissing her too. "Come on Romeo, I have something I want you to do for me." She stopped in front of Debbie and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. "Weddings always make me so horny!" she whispered. Debbie hadn't been expecting that from an adult, and the shock showed on her face. Renee laughed. "Don't worry about it. You'll understand some day."

Debbie, though, understood very well already. She just hadn't expected an adult to say something like that out loud. The wedding had made Debbie horny too. She looked sideways at her brother and felt her loins tighten up.



Finally everyone was gone. Ramona had already made the lasagna, and had put it in the refrigerator to keep. Now she lovingly re-created the same meal that, last time, had ended so disastrously in her old home.

"You all go change clothes while I finish this up," she said.

The three of them went upstairs and, after he changed clothes, Robert had a suspicion. He quietly let himself into the secret passageway and stepped up the hall to look into his new step-daughter's bedroom. She was just dropping her dress onto the bed, now dressed only in panties and thigh-high hose. She was gorgeous, he thought, her body that perfect shape that went with young women in the prime of their lives. His intent wasn't to spy on her nakedness, though he enjoyed seeing that. As he had suspected, he saw the door open and Robby step into the room. He was already dressed in jeans and a T shirt.



"Um ... do you need any help?" he asked his sister, who turned her head to look at him.

"What a bunch of hooey!" she snorted. "You just want to ravish me."

"Okay," agreed Robby happily. "Want to be ravished?"

"Mom took me to the doctor last week," she said, pulling on a pair of terrycloth shorts. "She got me a prescription for birth control pills."

Robby was obviously stunned. "She did?! I didn't know that! Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Because, my horny brother, you have to take them for a whole month before they're effective."

"A whole month?!" moaned Robby. "We have to wait a whole nother month?"

"Don't you love me enough to wait another month?" asked Debbie. Robby was so upset that he missed the tone in her voice. Their watching uncle, though, heard something disingenuous in her complaint.

"Of course I do," said Robby automatically. "But a whole month?"

"I'll do something nice for you after supper, when Mom and Uncle Bob leave for their honeymoon. How's that? You know how much you like to feel my mouth on you."

Robby sighed. "You look delicious. Maybe I should have you for supper instead of the lasagna." He leered at his sister's still naked breasts.

"Supper first," said Debbie firmly. "Then your birthday present and something else nice for you."

She pulled on a T shirt and they left together. Robert returned to the master bedroom via the secret passage to find his new wife also stripped to her panties.

"Oh!" she said as he came through the bookcase. "You startled me. What were you doing in there?"

"I was returning the favor for your children spying on us," he said, grinning.

Ramona's mouth made an "o". "You don't mean they were ..." she asked.

"No," he smiled. "Robby was most insistent, but your daughter informed him that she is now taking birth control pills, and that he must wait a month. He was devastated."

"That's odd," said Ramona, pulling on the clothes she planned to travel in. "When we got the prescription she didn't seem all that excited."

"She is having to make adult decisions before she is truly an adult," said Robert, taking his wife into his arms. "Is there time before supper? You're daughter's nakedness has gotten me ready for my bride."

Ramona pushed him away. "You didn't say she was naked, you dirty old man. What will you do if they spy on us again?"

"I will do the same thing I was doing the last time they spied on us. I will be doing what I want to do right now."

"Be patient, you ogre," she teased. "We'll be on the island tonight and you can ravish me all you want. Until then you'll just have to think about it." She patted his crotch as he reflected on how much she and her daughter were alike, even to the point of speaking alike.

Supper was charged with emotion, not just because of the wedding and the good food and the family atmosphere. Everybody at the table was horny, though the women would have denied it to preserve their facade of control. The meal itself helped them all deal with their emotions. The asparagus and olives and deviled eggs announced both the importance of the meal, and that this was a time to be together, and to put aside personal desires. It was a good meal ... a good start to their life as an expanded family.

Then there was the leave-taking to get through, during which both women, for some reason, felt compelled to cry. Ramona kissed her son goodbye on the lips, a long, lingering kiss. She let her tongue flick against his briefly and parted from him breathing deeply. She turned to see that her husband had taken the same route with Debbie.

Debbie, when her uncle kissed her, was unprepared for the kind of kiss he gave her. It took things a level higher than their last lingering kiss, on that night when he had presented her with a bouquet of flowers. That kiss had taken her breath away. This kiss made her want to be naked. It was like her kisses with Robby in some ways, as her uncle's tongue invaded her mouth and her own pressed against it. He tasted different, and she felt the stubble of his whiskers on the skin around her lips. Her knees got rubbery and she realized she could get used to being kissed by him, just as she loved being kissed by Robby.




Debbie and Robby stood hand in hand at the top of the steps to the front door as they watched their mother and uncle drive out of the gate. Debbie turned to her brother and gazed at him.

"Go up to your room. I'll get your birthday present and call you when I'm ready to show it to you."

"Okay," he said. He was jumpy with nervous sexual energy. He paced in his room, not sure how to deal with his pent up emotions. He thought about beating off, but knew she planned to suck him, and wanted to be hard for her. She liked the taste of his spunk too, so he wanted a full load to give her. He wondered vaguely what his birthday present was, but it was unimportant, compared to loving her.



He heard the knock on the wall between their rooms and, instead of going out in the hallway, went to the bookcase in his room and pressed a hidden catch that opened a secret doorway into her room. He had helped his uncle service that doorway, oiling the long unused hinges and locking mechanism, and replacing the rope on the counterweights that moved the heavy section of wall. As her bookcase swung open he found her facing him and his jaw dropped.



TBC...in the next Chapter.....

[mazdatyre]

Good pictures & stories, thanks TS!

[JEMMA]

Chapter Seventeen

Robby's birthday present was the outfit Debbie was wearing. It was a mixture of marina blue and sky blue, with gold threads in it that sparkled in the light. It had originally consisted of five items, though Debbie was wearing only four of them. Her legs were encased in black sheer silk stockings, held up by a garter belt that was sky blue and lacy. Over that was a pair of panties that were so brief as to cover only her mound itself, with thin straps that rose across each hip and went to the back. They were the darker blue. Over that was a diaphanous jacket, again the lighter blue. There was no way it was designed to keep a woman warm. Rather its purpose was to showcase what was under it, in this case, the panties and her breasts. She had decided to leave the bra off. She might wear it for him later, but not tonight. She had taken flavored lipstick and darkened her nipples hastily, during which they became erect as she thought of her brother next door and what she had planned for him. Her breasts pushed proudly against the almost invisible cloth of the jacket.



"Happy Birthday," she said softly.

Robby was trying mightily to control himself. In one way he thought she was cruel for showcasing the body he wanted so much, but was being denied ... at least for a month. That thought made him react a little differently than Debbie might have expected.

"There's no way I'm wearing that thing," he said firmly.

Debbie was thunderstruck. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to respond to his comment.



Robby stepped forward and took her face in his hands, sliding in under her hair, which was down and flowing to her shoulders.

"But it looks good on you," he said. He kissed her several times on the lips. "So I'm going to let you keep it as part of your birthday present."

"You got me a present too?" she asked, her voice rising.

"Yeah. It cost a lot, so I had to work for it. I wanted to surprise you, but I'm not a tease like some people I know, so I didn't tell you I had it. You want it now?"



What Debbie wanted now was her brother ... doing what she expected this outfit to require of him, whether he had permission or not. She had planned this evening very carefully, but things had already gone a little bit awry.



Before she could say, "No, you can give it to me later," he backed up and said, "I'll be right back."

He darted through the open bookcase and she saw him go to his bed and get on his knees and reach under the bed. He turned and she saw something white before his back obstructed her view.

"Close your eyes," he yelled.

Debbie closed her eyes most of the way, but peeked through her lashes.

"Cover them with your hands," yelled Robby, knowing his sister too well.

She snorted, but did as he asked. She heard him come into the room.

"Okay" he said quietly.

Debbie opened her eyes. Robby had stripped off his own clothes and was naked. He held in his arms the long white box with the flowers in it for her. Her heart thumped in her chest as she reached for them. She lifted them out of the box like they were a baby ... too precious to chance dropping. The pink roses were framed in a halo of red ones, with tiny white flowers on thin stems scattered throughout.



"There are sixteen of the pink ones," said Robby, feeling like he had to explain it.



Debbie raised her eyes to her brother's. He could see emotion in them, but she didn't say anything. She took a shuddering breath, bringing the roses to her nose and he realized she had been holding her breath for some reason. Her eyes never left his, though, and they looked ... strange. He had never seen quite that look in her eyes before. She almost looked mad, like she was trying not to explode.

"They cost a lot," he said, feeling the urge to back up, in case she threw the flowers at him or something.



Debbie turned suddenly and took the flowers to her bureau, where she lay them tenderly at the base of the mirror. She turned around and stepped back toward her brother. Her hand lifted to the bow at her neck and she pulled a loose end she found there. The jacket drifted off her arms, sliding down her back to float to the floor.

"Take my panties off," she said, her voice low and husky.



Robby blinked. She sounded okay, but still looked ... wild somehow. He knelt and grasped the strings that went up and over each hip. He pulled downward on them and gasped to see that, under the panties, all her pubic hair had been removed. Her pussy lips were plump and dark ... thick ... with a thick greasy moist look to them. They were so fat that he couldn't see her clit. He licked his lips. He could find it. He pushed his face toward her shaven pussy.

Her hands grabbed his hair and stopped him.

"No," she said, pulling upward.

Robby stood. That look was in her eyes. He was sure she was mad. Was she going to deny him contact, just because all he'd gotten her for her birthday were some miserable flowers?

"I don't want that right now," she said. Then she kissed him.



That kiss communicated to Robby that he was a fool. It interpreted that new look in her eyes as one he hoped he'd see often ... daily, if possible. The passion with which she kissed him was almost animal ... hungry ... demanding. Still holding the kiss she stepped, forcing him to shuffle toward her bed. She tried to keep the kiss even as they fell on top of the bed, the awning of the four poster shaking as the posts vibrated. But she had to pull her lips from his to scoot and scramble up on the bed properly, where she lay back, her legs spread, her hair fanned out on the pillow.

"I want you in me," she said, her voice husky.

Robby felt electricity flash through him almost painfully as she offered him what he so desperately needed. His lust made him more forceful than normal and, as he hunkered over her and felt her guide him to her slot, he entered her roughly, slamming deep on his first lunge, spreading her fat pussy lips apart and mashing the clitty he had been unable to see.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yessss," she moaned. "I've missed this so much."

All of Robby's attention was on the soft warm pussy that was clasping his erect tool. He felt the beginnings of a premature ejaculation and held still.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"I'm too excited," he groaned in her ear. "If I move I'll cum."

"Oh," she breathed into his own ear. "And if I do this will you cum?"

She flexed her pussy muscles, squeezing his prick tightly before letting her pussy relax, and then doing it all over again.

"Ohhhhh yes ... don't do that pleeease," he groaned.

"Or you'll cum in me?" she whispered, her tongue flicking out into his ear.

She felt his penis swell and felt is butt muscles tense under her hands as he prepared to jerk his penis out of her. As excited as he was, he remembered her mention of having gone on the pill, and that they weren't effective yet. And, as much as he wanted to flush her full of his seed, he knew that unless she wanted that too it would not be a good thing.



He began to withdraw as he felt his semen begin its one-second rush through his cock. He felt her hands on his ass dig in and pull him back down.

"Cum in me," she whispered. "That's what I want for my birthday. Cum in my pussy Robby."

Like fireworks, his semen burst forth from the tip of his prick as he pressed it deeply into her, bathing her cervix with his sperm-laden nectar. Even as his life-giving fluid left him, and his body pushed hard, he wanted to pull out of her. Then her words penetrated his consciousness. She wanted this.



"Uhhhhhh," he grunted, as a second strong spurt following the first. He knew she hadn't cum yet, and he ground against her in an attempt to bring her off.



Debbie tried to open herself even further as she felt his spunk shooting into her. She wasn't close to an orgasm, but right now an orgasm wasn't what she wanted.

"I haven't taken any pills," she whispered in her brother's ear. He jerked into her at her words and she felt another wash of heat from the tip of his penis. "I don't want to take any pills," she encouraged him, milking his spurting prick with her pussy muscles. "I want you to make a baby in me Robby." She licked his ear again, and felt him shudder as another spurt flushed into her.

He sagged down on top of her, her stockinged legs wrapped around his thighs, her breasts crushed against him and leaving red marks on his chest.

"Ohh Deb" he sighed, dragging in a breath afterward. "Do you mean it?"



She nodded, rubbing her cheek against him. "We don't have to wait now. Mom even said we could hire a nanny to help me raise a baby if we needed to. And you're going to fall in love with some other girl some day, so I want your baby now."



Robby's chest heaved as he pushed himself up to fix his sister's eyes. "I love you, Deb. I don't plan on falling in love with some other girl."

"We'll talk about that later," she said. "I gave you your birthday present. I like the flowers ... no I love the flowers ... but right now I want to feel you spurting in me again Robby. I want to cum with you making a baby in me."



Robby gave her her wish.

They took a shower together ... and he gave her her wish again.



In fact, Robby gave Debbie her birthday wish four times a day until their mother and uncle got back from their honeymoon. Had they compared notes, Debbie spent three times as much time with a stiff prick in her than her newlywed mother did.



TBC

[stephenL]

Very very nice story, please continue

[JEMMA]

The twins went back to school, where their friends were. The board of the Franklin Group was, in fact, 90% other teenagers. One teacher was invited to be on the board as well. Ramona and Robert were consultants to the group. Robert explained that some kinds of help were better than others, and that in some cases, "help" could actually hurt. Two months later, during a break in school, Debbie acted on the first recommendation of the Franklin board. She and Robby drove one of the few new things they'd bought since their mother got married, and went to a place they'd heard of called the Taylor School for Boys. They met a man named Phillip Masterson, who gave them a tour of the school.



The Taylor School accepted boys who were either orphaned, or had been removed from their homes because of abuse or the parents' inability to care for them. The boys were of an age where they were not attractive to prospective parents. Many of them had bad attitudes when they arrived at Taylor. But Taylor accepted them as the parents they'd never have. It was a technical and vocational school, designed specially to prepare such youth for life after the age of eighteen, when they'd be abandoned by the government that had seen to their basic needs, sometimes for all their lives.

Phillip showed them the automotive shop, the welding and wood shops, a room filled with appliances that were used to teach boys how to repair them. There was an electronics lab, such as it was. The school had formerly been a grocery store in an urban area that was abandoned by its customers as they moved out to new suburban homes. All the services were crammed into the ground floor of the place, with living quarters for twenty-three boys upstairs, dormitory style. Phillip Masterson lived with them, in the same dormitory setting.

They looked at the records of the school, and found that almost every graduate was employed and living on his own. There were four out of the hundred and fifteen who had graduated who were in jail. Sixty four of them were married and some had children already. It was an impressive record of success.

When they asked Masterson what he needed, he laughed. "I need a proper building. I need more staff. I need complete sets of tools. I need nicer rooms, where the boys don't have to be in public their whole lives. I've got a plan for girls too, but I can't mix them ... not in this place. I'd need staff for them too. You want me to go on?" He laughed again. "I'm happy for your interest, but we need so much that I wouldn't even know where to suggest we could use your help." He smiled. "I appreciate you kids being interested, but I'm not sure what you all could do."

Debbie just smiled. "Let's just sit down and talk about that."

They left a very shaken Phillip Masterson when they left. A consultant was hired, who worked with Masterson and his staff. A mere three million dollars built a new facility that would handle over a hundred boys. Three State agencies kicked in money and expertise at the urging of the Foundation's attorney. The new facility would provide a place to train girls in secretarial skills, design and manufacturing of clothing, cooking, and a fast track to college to pursue a degree in education. It would take a while to get the girl's side going, as Masterson had decided that he had his hands full with the boys' program, but the facilities were there when a suitable director and staff were hired.



The money provided by the Franklin Group was not required to be repaid, with one exception. Money was made available for boys to borrow to start their own businesses after graduation. That money had to be paid back, with interest ... a whopping half of a percent of interest.

The word got out that the Franklin Group was willing and able to do good things. That word would generate an interest in the group that would cause the twins to have to finish their education with tutors, because they had too much work to do. But that would come later.



For now, life was more or less normal, and when Debbie and Robby got back and delivered their report to their mother and uncle, there was a minor celebration and hopes that something good would happen because of what they had just decided to do.

That night, they settled in to watch Bonanza on the brand new thirteen inch Sony Trinitron television, one of the first available in the United States. They made a habit of sharing the long couch when they watched TV together, because that let them put the TV close enough that they could all see and hear it better.



On this particular night, Ramona and Robert sat in the middle, with Debbie on Robert’s other side, while Robby sat beside his mother. Debbie leaned in and wiggled under her uncle's shoulder, cuddling up to him. Ramona, tired after her day at the bank, leaned back with one hand on her husband's thigh, and the other on her son's.

It was during a commercial that Debbie realized her uncle's hand was cupping her right breast, which was naked under her flannel nightgown.

"Uncle Bob!" she said. "You're a happily married man!" she teased.

Her uncle looked down at his hand and he gave her breast a little squeeze.

"You are correct. I'm very happy right now," he teased back.



Ramona and Robby leaned forward to look at what was happening. Despite Ramona's promise to her son, they had not been intimate since the honeymoon. They had come close a few times, when a hello or goodbye kiss got a little carried away, but both were well taken care of sexually, and the urge stayed ... just an urge. Most nights Robby and Debbie slept together, in his bed sometimes, and in hers others.



Ramona elbowed her husband. "It's not fair for you to play and I don't get to," she pouted. Her hand strayed up Bobby's thigh to his crotch and cupped his thick penis and balls through his pajama bottoms. Robby's sucked in breath could be heard over the voice of the announcer, extolling the virtues of Pepsodent toothpaste.

Now it was Robert who leaned forward and he saw where his wife's hand was.

"Methinks thou dost protest too much," he quoted. He suddenly felt a hand on his own half hard prick and looked down to see Debbie's hand on the outside of his own pajamas.

"I can't reach his," she said demurely. "Besides, somebody else already did, so I guess yours will have to do."

They were all playing, but sometimes horsing around goes farther than anyone would have anticipated. The four of them missed Hoss Cartwright lifting a broken wagon off of where it had fallen on his little brother. They missed the straining, as his bulky muscles bunched and his face contorted and he grunted.



That's because their own muscles were bunching and straining, their own faces were contorted, as kisses were given and taken. Soon Ramona's hand was inside her son's pajamas, wrapped firmly around his stiff column of flesh, and Robert's hands were roaming under the flannel that covered Debbie's naked body. Robby's fingers found his mother's slick slot, and Debbie's hand touched, for the first time, the penis that had brought her mother so much pleasure.



It was Ramona who broke first. She stood up, her pajamas hanging open where Robby had unbuttoned them so he could get to her breasts with his mouth.



"Bobby?" she said breathlessly. He looked up from kissing Debbie. "Robby has been very bad." She closed her pajamas over her naked breasts. "I need to have a stern talk with him. I'm going to go do that in our bedroom if that's all right with you." She looked down at her husband's crotch. The fly of his pajamas had her daughter's wrist coming out, attached to her arm. There was movement inside the garment.



Ramona put her hands on her hips. "I see that Debbie is being bad too. Would you be willing to take care of her punishment for me? While I deal with Robby?"



Robert smiled up at his wife. "Yes dear," he said simply. He looked down at his niece. "Debbie!" he said sternly. "Go to your room!"

Debbie pulled his stiff prick out of his fly and jacked on it two or three more times. "Yes Uncle Bob," she said meekly.

Ramona took Robby to the master bedroom. She was topless before they got there, and her pajama bottoms hit the floor just inside the room. She pulled the covers back and lay down, scooting over into the middle of the bed. Robby was right behind her.



Robert let himself be led to Debbie's room. Once inside she turned to him and stood, arms at her sides. She looked uncertain.



"This is something you wish to do, yes?" asked her uncle.

"I love Robby," she said.

"As I love your mother," he nodded.

"I don't want you to love my mother any less," she said.

"Alas, I cannot leave her and marry you. It would cause a scandal," he teased. Then more seriously. "Are you worried about Robby? Are you afraid his feelings for you will suffer what they are doing?"

Debbie shook her head. "No, I know he loves me. I'm not worried about that. It's just that I've never ... with anybody except Robby ... I guess I'm just nervous."

Robert used patience, taking things slow. They talked, and lay together on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. She talked about the house, and what she and her brother had done in this very room, before they knew they had an uncle. He teased her physically, until she sat up and removed her nightgown to lie naked beside him. Then he got out of his own pajamas, but still only cuddled with her, stroking her, telling her she was beautiful ... wooing her in a sense.



And, when her passions had been raised to a fever pitch, and she tugged at him, rolling onto her back, he knelt between her thighs and let her experience what another man was like.

In the other room, before Debbie even felt a penis enter her body, Ramona had experienced four orgasms, and Robby was working on his second.

Debbie was amazed at how different it felt, and how much the same it felt. Her uncle was built differently everywhere, including that part of him that probed her depths. His back felt different to her roaming hands. His chest felt different on her breasts. His mouth felt different on her neck and nipples. Her orgasm felt different too. It was a sweet one, that snuck up on her and sent tingles all through her. The orgasms she had with Robby were powerful and earthshaking. The orgasm her uncle gave her was like licking ice cream ... sweet and long lasting.



At last Robert stopped. "I am very close, darling niece. I would not place my seed in your body without your permission," he panted.



Debbie stroked his sides. "I'm not too worried. I've already missed two periods, so I don't think you can do much more damage."

He froze, amazed. His wife and sister had told him nothing of this. "I did not know," he said.



Debbie pulled at his hips, to get him moving again. "I haven't told Mom yet. Or Robby either. I'm going to have to pretty soon. I need to start seeing a doctor."

"This is true," said her uncle. "This is also a good thing, yes?" he asked.

Her smile bloomed. "Oh yes! This is a very good thing! I'm very happy."



"Then I shall be happy too," he panted. "I shall be happy for you ... and in you ..." he grunted. "I shall be ... very ... happy" he sighed as he sent his incestuous semen deep in his pregnant niece's pussy.

They lay there, and talked some more, idly caressing each other and catching their breath.

"Thank you," said Robert.

"Welcome to the family" giggled Debbie.

In the other room, Ramona lay spent and exhausted, both from a day at work, and from four body wrenching orgasms. Her son, having pumped her full of his spunk twice, lay with his head on her breasts.

"Debbie's not taking her pills," he said to his mother.

"I know," she said. "She should have refilled them by now, and she's never asked me to take her to do that."

"I probably shouldn't have cum inside you either," he said.

"You can't make me pregnant, darling," she sighed.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I already am," she said, running her fingers through his hair. I was on time last month, like I always am. You could set a clock by me if you wanted to. Well, not any more. I should have started five days ago. I'm afraid you're going to be a brother again ... or an uncle ... or something, darling."

"Really?" he raised his head. "That's GREAT, Mom! What does Uncle Bob think about that?"

"He doesn't know yet," said his mother. "I didn't want to give him a false alarm. I'll probably mention it tomorrow."

Robby raised up. His penis hung, full and heavy from between his legs. It was as stiff as it had been when he first came into the room.

"Let's celebrate" he leered.




Ramona moaned.

But she spread her legs.





It was probably two in the morning when Debbie and Robert padded into the master bedroom, still naked. Debbie had stopped long enough to get a washcloth and wipe between her legs, but her inner thighs were already glistening again as more of her uncle's sperm seeped out of her. They stood, looking at the two people in the bed, lying side by side. Debbie climbed in beside her brother, while Robert went around and climbed in beside his sister.

Fifteen minutes later there was only the slow, measured rasp of people's sleeping breathing.

At the window the curtain moved. It was a small movement, as if an errant breeze had wafted through the window.

The window was brand new, however, and tightly closed. There was no way for any breeze of any kind to have penetrated to move the curtain.

And yet, the curtain moved again, this time hitting the glass lightly, almost as if something had passed through it, and then through the glass, leaving the house, and perhaps trying to take the curtain with it.

As if pain was leaving the house ... pain that stained the soles of the feet of a ghost who turned a smiling face on the four in the bed as it was finally set free to go elsewhere.

The End....for this Story....

TBC with next new Storyline soon....