In the morning I pulled Marge out of the bed and led her to the shower. We washed each other without much comment until I touched her pussy. "Oh, that is a little sore this morning."
I backed her into the cold tile and knelt in front of her, "I'll kiss it and make it better."
Marge propped one foot onto the edge of the tub and said, "Get me off quick, I'm starving and I bet all the girls are waiting for us at the table."
"My little sub is giving me orders this morning."
"Yes, I am and I know you will make me pay and have me begging you to fuck me by noon."
I laughed, pushed a soapy finger up her ass and started to suck her clit. That was an abrupt approach for her. It took a few minutes for her to begin to respond. When she rolled her hips to give my tongue a better angle at her button, I slipped a wet finger to her g-spot and set up a three-way assault rhythm. Marge's little humming sound let me know I had been forgiven for my direct approach and that I had a winning combination.
Humming gave way to grunts and hip thrusts that tried to crush my nose. She squirted from deep inside. I drank most of her. Lost some and saved some for her. Her knees shook and were weak when I pulled my fingers from her cunt, ever so slowly slipped the one from her ass and rubbed at her little sensitive ring. I stood towering over her. She knew and tilted her head up to me. I let her juices slip from my mouth. She wiggled against me until she could catch them on her tongue and let them trickled down her throat.
Her eyes dreamed into mine. "Let's forget breakfast, I need you to fuck me again and now."
"No, you didn't want me before. Now, I'm hungry." I slapped her on the ass after I toweled her dry.
"Will the mean man spank me later and do horrible things to me?"
"You bet your sweet ass, he will."
She pranced away and looked over her shoulder coyly, "O goodie."
I was only three minutes behind Marge making it to the kitchen. I had missed a lot. Three of her daughters were around the table. Marge was pouring our coffee. The entire group was in cahoots to try and embarrass me. When she saw me, Marge said, "I guess, we were a little noisy last night. Addie and Vanna want to know if there is a video."
Even Lil was beaming at me smiling. "Well, I'm sorry we didn't set up the camera last night. You should have come in and watched like Lil did."
Addie and Vanna looked shocked; they hadn't known. Lil was bright red. Marge just smiled at me. Lil would have a lot to answer and tell her sisters.
About one, it was apparent the fun was over for this weekend. A knock came on the door to remind Marge that her painter had to be out by three. Soon after that Alice came bounding through the door, full of things to tell about her weekend retreat. The looks from her sisters made her wonder what she had missed. Marge just looked satisfied; I wanted to eat her out right then and there, on the coffee table, squealing in front of all her daughters.
Well maybe someday. For now I had to return to being an undesirable, less than equal almost human.
My apartment seemed very quiet. I had gotten used to people, voices and laughter around me again. It had taken less than two days. Vanna didn't live in the complex any more. I was anxious for the next three weeks to pass and then move to Marge's house. The evening news brought a cold chill of reality down my spine. Two more men were killed last night. Here I am dreaming, fantasizing, enjoying a wonderful afterglow of sex and my growing harem. I'm loosing it. I'm not being careful. I could be the next body on the news. I started talking to myself, bringing myself down, "Don't stand to straight, don't smile, don't look like you just had sex, don't swagger, don't use any three syllable words, don't daydream and don't hope for a better life."
After three days, Vanna called me right on cue. "The baby is moving now. Mom let me hear his heart beat last night. Tom, I'm so happy. Thank you."
"I'm happy too. I wish I were there with you and could put my hand on your stomach and feel him kick. Don't be mad at me, Vanna, but I want to tell you something."
"I won't."
"I know you have always talked about "your baby." I understand. I know my place and how all this happened. Still I want the baby as much as you do. I hope you will let me be an attentive dad and not feel threatened by that. I hope we can be a little family. I enjoy our time together. I have a hope that you at least like me, want to spent time with me, be silly, be serious and have sex. I imagine us sharing life, even after the baby comes."
Vanna was very quiet. The phone seemed dead.
"Vanna?"
"Tom, I thought you had moved on to my mom and Lil; that you had left me behind. I did not know you were so interested in the baby."
"I am trying to learn how to act and who I am. I was a one-woman man before I started to hide. The most wonderful things in my life were my girlfriend and the baby we were going to have together. I lost them both."
The phone was dead again.
"I do not know how to live and act in my new world. I love it. What man would not. When I spend a day with your mom, please don't think I have forgotten you. You, your family and I have talked a lot. For all that you are giving me, I believe it is my place to use my unaffected gift to return what your sisters and mother want from me. I am very afraid that jealousy and feelings of rejection, will destroy what we are trying to do. I've already discussed my concerns with Marge. My concerns are so serious that I almost said "No" to the arrangement. A few angry words and we could all loose a lot."
She was slow to respond. I just waited on the quiet phone. "Before I was pregnant, I wanted a baby and I wanted each of my sisters to have one too. When you and I had some time together and I got pregnant, my thoughts have been about the baby and you. Mom knew how to please you and the two of you had so much fun together. I was jealous."
"If you do not want me to move into your mother's house, I will honor that for our baby's sake. But I will want to see him and at least let him think that I'm his uncle or something."
"No, I want you to come live with us. Let us girls talk some. You just keep working to get here with us."
When Alice, Marge, Addie and I had all my stuff moved from my apartment and storage shed and unloaded in the house, we took a break. Marge called in Vanna and spoke very seriously to us all. "Tom, we have had several family meetings over the last week. We have faced that our storybook fantasies needed to be tempered by reality. We have faced our priorities and how we must compromise to get what we want in our lives. I think all of us can be open with each other and share our feelings for the benefit of our family. Women are naturally jealous, we promise to face those demons and protect you. We understand what you are risking and what you are doing for us."
"I thank you for that. I have to tell you all that I am naturally playful when I am at ease. I do not want to cause problems by flirting with one of you and seeming to ignore another. I think you are all beautiful and desirable. If we can learn to live this alternative lifestyle, we can contribute some to the recovery of the gene pool and to making our own lives more happy and fulfilling."
That conversation bounced around the table for a long time. I was becoming comfortable when Addie rushed from the table. In a few minutes, Alice followed her. Marge started to go to them.
"Marge, let me go. If I'm part of the problem, I want to be part of the solution."
Through a gallon on tears, my knowledge of the gene problems grew, even beyond what Addie's and Alice's mom knew. Addie had been saving to undergo invetro. The initial testing showed that her eggs were not normal. They were wrinkled and leathery. The doctors did not know what that meant. Also, she was a three-quarters. She had low probability of having an unaffected girl and an even lower probability of having an unaffected boy. She had talked to Alice. After testing they had discovered that Alice had exactly the same problems.
They were so devastated when they got the information about Alice, they had sort of given up. But this was my first day hearing any such thing, as a male, I had a problem to solve. "How about Lil? What is her situation?" They looked surprised at my question and viewed me as some kind of genius.
"Stay here. I'll be back."
I went to corner Marge. "Marge what is the gene situation for each of the girls?"