I met a young man Daniel almost three years ago. He told me a story I found hard to believe. He assured me it was true. Since then I know it to be, I have met almost the entire family. Daniel put me in touch with others he learned of over the years, don't know how, I asked he didn't say.
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are true for the most part. Still they are not biographies, artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
The stories are somewhat long, most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short, I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, or any personal friend or relative.
This is the third chapter based on David's life.
A Welders Tale
By now I was in my late thirties, the last eight or so years I had been working close to home. I was involved with Chad and Blair growing up during that time, even still what did I really know about them. I had met their friends but probably could not name more than one or two by seeing them. Chad was the competitive one, athletically playing on several teams but was never the star. In school he was a B average or better in most subjects, in the shop he was hard working and gifted. He always seemed to have a girlfriend but never seemed to be overly committed. He could be stubborn, we butted heads a few times, but I respected him for it. I enjoyed having him around and yet encouraged him to experience all facets of life. Quiet as he was at most times he had great sense of humor and was hard to piss off. Chad could be engaging when needed, was independent but not aloof. He had his faults as we all do but overall he was a great young man, I was proud to have him as my son.
Blair was different in many ways, athletic but never competitive, she seemed to just enjoy the sport. In school she was a straight A student, it came easy for her, rarely did she study, if she did it was to help Chad. Blair seemed to have boyfriends, but never for long. Robin would tell me she would have a new boyfriend, several weeks later I would meet the young man. Some I was not happy with most seemed nice enough, then the next thing I knew he was out of the picture and a new one was found. The pattern seemed to go on continuously during high school and the beginning of college.
Where Chad was stubborn Blair was accommodating, if there was a disagreement she would rarely argue about it, instead she would agree with you. Then she would do what she wanted to do anyway knowing she would be forgiven eventually. Chad would tell me how she had me wrapped around her little finger, Robin would tease me also, they were right. I couldn't help it, ever since Robin and I married, Blair has all but clung to me. Maybe it reminded me of my childhood and how I longed for my parents.
If I was ever in that special chair and if she was home I could rely on her showing up and slipping in beside me. When she was younger and her bed time was earlier I would try to get her to go up to her room but she would eventually end up back with me. Robin finally convinced me to just let her stay, happy to just be there she would fall asleep. When I was ready to call it a night I would carry her up to bed, kissing her goodnight. Even as a teenager we repeated this ritual one or two nights a week. Several months after the drama about Blair being my daughter ended I noticed Chad would wait for me to place Blair in her bed and close her door before he would turn out his lights. I never gave it a second thought then, but I do now, did he know then? I am not sure if it was me he did not trust or her?
I believe it was after Blair graduated high school, I was getting ready for bed. I had just finished my shower and entered the bedroom that Robin was waiting for me. With just a silk robe as a cover she stood before me.
"I have a present from Blair for you!" Robin teased.
"From Blair?" Robin could sense my confusion.
"Yes dear, she picked out something special just for you!" Robin led me on.
Dropping her robe she stood naked in front of me, it took but seconds for me to see what I am sure she was talking about. On either side of her nipples were small gold balls. Robin had her nipples pierced!
"You like?" She could not contain her excitement as she moved closer to me. "No touching for a few days but after that they are all yours!"
I bent down to kiss her moving my hands slowly up to the bottom of her tits, I wanted to squeeze them so bad but knew better. Robin almost seemed disappointed when I didn't but did not complain when I gripped her ass and mashed her pussy hard against my cock.
"What's the occasion?" I whispered.
"She wanted a tattoo, but I suggested she wait awhile, they are so permanent. Then she suggested the piercings but could not find anyone to go with her. So I went and we got matching jewelry."
"Blair has her nipples pierced too?" I was stunned. My little girl was walking around with pierced nipples?????
"Yes, she offered to let you see them" Robin teased me.
"Robin she is our daughter!" I protested.
"That is what I said when she offered to show you. But she wants you to know the offer still stands!"
This was something I would never consider, how could the two of them even suggest it? Something was going on behind my back, I could sense it, it may be innocent enough but my guess is they were up to no good. I was not going to step into that trap, but I did pick up my wife and take her to the bed and let her ride my cock while I watched her pierced nipples bounce above me.
Rachel and Robin
I have brought you the highlights but for me as I look back every day with Robin was a highlight. Sparky and I have been friends for many years. He was instrumental in my career, and I with his private life. We trust each other with our lives. Even though the stories about Robin and Rachel I suspect are true, I never once saw them together. Except for a few intimate kisses I have no proof any of it is more than just an elaborate fantasy. Things like that just don't happen when I am around. I do know that Rachel is Robin's most trusted friend and I am sure there are few secrets between the two of them.
Sparky and Rachel have been very close for some time. He still keeps his own home but I have heard he spend most of his time at Rachel's. Sparky is a private man, we do not talk about our personal life, but it is clear he feels deeply about Rachel, something I don't think even he expected.
Robin came home from Rachel's, it was later than she said she would be but nothing I was worried about.
"Sparky is leaving tomorrow, Rachel says he does not know how long he will be gone, maybe months. Do you know anything?"
"News to me, haven't talked to him in a few days. You do realize that if I did know I still could not tell you?" I was a bit flip but not rude.
"Or you won't?" Robin was not happy and was taking it out on me.
"Robin, we are not going to have this conversation. I told you I don't know." I was now getting testy
