Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

James was not immune to what was happening. Gabby was still slick and hot and tight around him, everything he'd remembered, but even better this time now that she wasn't trying desperately to buck him off. For her second time she was adapting well to it physically. His breathing was coming shorter now, almost a pants. The heat coming off of her was combining with his own, giving him a faint sheen of sweat, but no matter what he did, he never broke that eye contact. He wouldn't. he could hear it in her, see that she was losing her battle against her body, against him, losing her ground wuickly wnough that he knew it wasn't going to be long.

He gave a gasp as he felt her contracting around his length, and he finally broke the eye contact when her hands hit his neck, pulling him in. His hips rolled into her even as she came, the sensation of her skin along his, his chest hitting hers softly, continuing his work even in the midst of her orgasm. He started to swell within her, making her almost impossibly tight on him for a moment, and there was that impulse to stay, to deliver his seed right into her. But agreements had been made, not with Gabby for certain, but with Callie. He'd agreed that preganancy was not an option to entertain, would be a disaster in the making. At the last second, he did slide himself out of her. His cock jerked, adn seed sprayed from him, landing all along Gabby's thighs.

He smiled thinly at her words.
"You're lucky I love Gabby. The things I'd do if I didn't." He shook his head, and stood up, stepping back into his shorts. He head upstairs.

He entered the bedroom, finding Callie and William in a state of blissful relaxation. He smiled at the sight. He'd whiled away entire weekends with her like that, just bouts of rampant sexual exuberance and long hours of relaxation between. He sat on the bed near them, running fingers along Callie's neck.
"Seems like you're enjoying your morning then." He observed. William looked up at james, and then smiled. "You wanted to talk to us?"
"Yeah. This...is going to sound a little weird, but hear me out, okay?" William started. He showed visible reluctance parting from Callie. He took a brief, yet fiery kiss from her, like a reminder that he wanted from their time. He did sit up though, so he could look at both of them. "There's an opportunity that I've been given. And I think that we should expand a little." He said as calmly as he could.

Gabby gasped, literally crying out as he pulled from her body. A sudden and clear void was felt between her legs. She had gone from feeling his cock pressing against her wall, sliding with ease from her own cum, to empty. The feeling was quickly pushed aside as a new and vile sensation took it’s place. His cum touched her thighs, warm and full of the promise he could impregnate her if he wanted to. Perhaps it was thought that brought her sounds to a halt. Her eyes still remained open and on him. She watched his face transform through his orgasm. It was….pleasure and bliss. He was beyond enjoying this. James truly wanted this, and in taking her, he found satisfaction. It was the same look she saw on his face the night before when he was fucking Callie with William. James was….fulfilled. The moment lingered, dragging on, until he climbed from her body. She didn’t look down to survey the proof of their meeting. No. Her eyes remained ever on him. His words confirmed the idea that had barely formed in her mind as she had watched him ride through his climax. ‘He loves me,’ she thought. ‘Not just any kind of love. He loves me..like..he loves Callie.’ Whether she was right or not, Gabby was convinced.

He moved from the couch, but she did not follow him with her gaze. Gabby listened to his feet as he made his way upstairs. It was after he reached to top of the stairs and the sound of his feet traveled down the hall, that she finally looked down at her body. She had seen the scene a thousand times before when watching porno. The soft skin of a tanned woman glistening with the white cum from a man. The camera would always do a close up of it as she trembled before running her fingers through it. For a moment, a brief moment, Gabby was lost in the thought that this wasn’t happening to her, and it was just another scene. Then reality came crashing back to her as she snaked a finger down and traced it through James’ seed that painted her body. Gabby was frozen for a moment. Sitting up, her hands shook as she reached for a tissue. The box was on the coffee table nearby. One, two, three, four, she kept grabbing until her hand was full before carefully wiping away. Even though she wiped until she saw no trace of him, Gabby kept on until the tissues began to break apart leaving tiny bits of white paper on her skin. She jumped to her feet, throwing the tissues down, and headed out of the sliding glass patio doors.

As she walked, she began to pick up speed, until she was nearly running. Gabby had a target, a place she was going. With one last leap, she jumped into the pool. She had to get him off of her, and she didn’t want to stay in that house any longer than she had to. There was no soap, but at least she could feel the water on her body. She plunged beneath water and opened her eyes. A blue colored world that was silent. There was no screaming, no raping, here. It was her and her thoughts. This pool was becoming her place of refuge. Her feet touched the bottom of the pool, and Gabby folded her legs to sit down. She thought for a moment how easy it would be to just sit here. ‘That would end it all, and that would serve him right. There would be questions. They would have to answer them.’ Slowly it began to rise through her. It wasn’t a thought or a fear. This time it was….her fight. She pushed off with her feet and broke through the surface of the water. ‘I didn’t let him see me cry, and I’ll be damn if I’m taking my own life just to get away from him. There has to be a way to make it through this, and I’ll find it.’ She moved to the edge of the pool. Folding her arms up along the cold, wet cement, Gabby rested her forehead on her forearms and began to finally give in to her tears. He wasn’t around, and this seemed to be her place of solace. So she took comfort in her solitude because she knew she would soon be going after time number 2.

Callie watched him move, hating the distance, but giving it to him regardless. As he spoke, she moved to sit up as well. “Expand? Baby we already have one girl chained up in the basement and your sister to content with. We can’t risk brining another person in right now. Perhaps when things settle down. It’s too much of a risk right now. Please tell me you haven’t made any move to do this yet.” She gave James a concerned look. “I understand you’re a young man with needs, and baby I want those needs taken care of, but right now it’s just too…..” She shook her head as she talked to him. Pausing, Callie sighed. “Who did you have in mind baby? You asked for us to hear you out, and I’m going to do that. So please continue. I apologize.” She ran her hand down his back, smiling at him and enjoying the contact. Callie wasn’t thrilled that her son wanted to bring in another person. Her old doubts began to rear their ugly heads.

William felt a sense of dismay, and then a flicker of hope as Callie not only backpedaled a little, but also rested a hand on him. All of it was as good a sign as he could have hoped for. James only had raised eyebrows, and waited for him to continue. William nodded, a hand idly reaching out to trail along her stomach, still wanting that contact, that snese of touch. Callie was hard to walk away from, to not do something to when she was around. He saw James had a similar opinion, movnig to kneel behind Callie, an arm sliding around her shoulder to hold her close to him, the other hand behaving for the moment, trailing along her side. There was an air around James, a sense of still barely contained sexual urge. It wouldn't take much to result in him al but exploding onto Callie. But not right now. He needed to listen properly.

"I'm not talking about someone random, or even someone like Gabby or Chloe, a stubborn one. I'm talking about Sophie. She's staying at Chloe's house right now. Alone. And her parents are out of town for a week at least. Frankly, the timing is starting to make me think that her parents and Chloes might be vacationing together. And if I'm right, anything that delays one delays the other too. So we would have time." William explained.
"William, this is a little out there. How would you even get inside? Just...kick open the door?" James asked. William held up a hand, and stood quickly. He jogged downstairs, grabbing his shorts off of the ground. He looked up to see the side door open, and shut it absently just in time to see Gabby plunge into the pool. He hesitated a moment, an instinct screaming to go to her. But no, he couldn't blow this opportunity. He jogged back up to his parents/lover.

He got back onto the bed, and couldn't resist taking a moment to kiss Callie. He let it drag on a moment, enjoying the moment, always enjoying her. When he broke away He paused as James tilted her head back so he could do the same, one hand gripping one of her breasts as he did, no longer behaving himself. However, he did break off before getting too carried away. William had a plan to explain.

William reached into the pocket of his shorts, and [ulled out the house key Sophie had given him. He held it there a moment.
"Sophie gave this to me. For Chloe. Who apparently forgot her spare key. Which means I can walk in any door in the house. So I can get to her, and either start things right there, or bring her back here and start then." He explained. He looked at Callie. "But I'm not just thinking of me and James. Why should we be the only ones that get any benefit out of this? You should have some bonus too. You know my friend Ger? Lives next door? Half the time he comes over here, it's so he can get a look at you. It would take about two seconds to convince him to come in on this, and then you'd have even more opportunities to keep satsfied. So how about it Callie? James? Do we expand?" He smiled as he finished, the pitch about as good as he could ever make it.

‘Sophie,’ Callie thought, raising her eyebrows in shock. As William continued, he seemed to be on to something. If her parents were gone at the same time as Chloe’s, and both girls were staying together, logic stood to reason their families were together. He expressed a real enthusiasm for this. She could tell her really wanted this, her. Callie nodded as James asked how would he get inside. It was a valid question. She wasn’t likely to open the door if she had any idea what William was up to. So she would either have to really trust him or like him. William wasn’t….ready….to take someone from the house by force, or so she thought. Then again, he had taken her rather forcefully in the basement already. Maybe he was more prepared for such a situation than she though. She watched him head downstairs and took the moment to lean against James more, enjoying the feel of his body. He was sweaty. ‘What have you been doing,’ she wondered. There hadn’t been any screaming that she had heard. No sounds of anything flying through the air, smashing into a million pieces. So certainly he couldn’t have been with Gabby. If he had taken her down to the basement, chances are she would have gone against her will. That would have made it worthless towards her count.

She was about to James what he had been up to when William came back into the room. His lips met hers’, and she leaned forward slightly, away from James, an into her son’s affections. She could have him again right then and there. William was her new drug, and not only was she addicted, but Callie couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was that underlying fear of losing him that was starting to peek out from the shadows again that was fueling her desires. Truthfully, she didn’t care. All she cared about was her family and how they made her feel. James brought her mouth back to his, and her passion only grew. Her hand grabbed his as he took hold of her breast. When the kiss ended, she was breathless and aroused. Had it not been for William and what he had to say, she would have begged them both to fuck her, to use her body.

She leaned forward after he finished, eyeing the key. “A key? You’re going to just….walk in….and take her or bring her back here? And Ger? You’re sure? He would be here, ready to have me on my knees devouring his cock before he fucked every one of my holes? Oh William baby, I love it.” It was a half truth. She wasn’t crazy about Sophie. Another woman she would have to compete with for the attention of her lovers, but at least he was offering her something. She wouldn’t just be upstairs on her bed, fucking herself with a vibrator, waiting on them to come for her. No. She would have a young, virile man to help satisify her needs. “Alright William. I say yes. You go for Sophie. Either bring her around there or bring her back here. Chloe will have a roommate. James, you can go check on Chloe today. I gave her food last night. Today I want you to be the one to show her kindness, but first,” she held her hand up and turned on the bed to face him. “You’re going to,” she paused, still wanting to know what he had been up to make his body so sweaty, but there was something more that she wanted. She gave him a smile. “I want to take a shower, and I want my men with me. I’m sure their sweaty bodies need to be cleaned. I wouldn’t want you going to see Chloe all dirty, and you need to be sparkling if you’re going to see Sophie. So? Shall we?”

Gabby climbed from the pool and headed back to the gazebo. There was more than one blanket there. After all, it was their evening retreat, and often cuddling up there meant each of them had their own blanket. She was reluctant to grab William’s, but she wanted a clean one. Wrapping up in it, she eyed the fence again. It was looking easier and easier. She could do it while they were inside. Who knew how long it would be before they noticed. They knew she was holding up outside anyway. Maybe they would just assume she was outside. After drying off with his blanket, she dropped it and headed back towards the house. Paying no mind to the door, she opened it and went outside to grab the clothes she had taken off. Gabby wasted no time dressing and heading back outside. She made a straight line to the wall. Without even slowing down, she leapt up to it, holding on the flat, ledge she was trying to climb up to while she threw one foot up to it as well.

James had to hand it to William. He'd really thought it out. He was getting into this mindset a little too readily though on some level. But he'd answered all of the reasonable objections. It would be down to grit and daring to pull it off. On some level he hoped Callie might object, since then there would be a reason to refuse him, but then William offered her something, and he knew that there was not going to be any way to reasonably shut down this plan. It was going to happen. He allowed himself a smile. Who was he to object really? He nodded as Callie finished speaking.
"All right William. But you have to be careful. If this goes sideways, it brings us all down. Are you prepared to take that kind of responsibility?" James asked.
"Yeah. Absolutely." The young man nodded. He looked at Callie.

"And if you told Ger that you were going to suck him off, his pants would disintegrate he'd be out of them so fast. I'll spin him a story, make sure that nothing that goes on here will send him running. And after I've got that worked out...well, I just can't wait until all three of us fuck you at once Callie." He promised her with a wicked smile. Even james had to crack a smile at that. It would be something he'd never shared before, he'd never had Callie with more than one other man. Quite an up and comer was William. Callie mentioned the shower, and it made sense on all fronts. And he remembered well her version of a 'shower'. when you were already in the process of cleaning up, there was very little you couldn't indulge in. The his phone chimed, loud, and insistant. he snatched it from the bedside, and swore, seeing the alert.
"Damn it girl..." He missed, glad he at least already had his shorts on. He bolted from the room.

He was out the door, and saw Gabby at the wall. He drew in a deep breath as sh estopped himself and shouted.
"Going somewhere Gabby?" His voice rang out, echoing across the ground. There was no doubt that he saw her where she was, and knew what she was doing.

Callie looked to William and rubbed his shoulder. “It’s alright. Come on baby. Let’s go ahead and start the shower.” She reached for his hand and lead him towards the shower, walking backwards as she starred into his eyes. Her bare feet stepped lightly on the carpeted floor that gave way to the tiled surface of the master bath. Even an act such as taking shower together was something she can cause to ooze sensuality. Callie had a way about her to make everything seem laced with sex appeal and lust. Her movements were as graceful and light as ever as she opened the shower door and started the water. Looking over her shoulder, the steam was already rising, giving way to the promise this would not be simply a shower. Oh no. Callie was still aroused, and she was looking at William the way an animal looks at a prey it’s stalking. “Step closer to me William,” she told him. “I want to feel your body. My hands will clean your skin. I’ve taken care of you your entire life, and I will continue to do so any way I can.”

Gabby knew she should stop when she heard his voice, but her instinct was to keep climbing since she had already started. Pulling herself up, scratching her elbows on the wall, she stopped once she was on her hands and knees and looked back towards the house. There he was, watching her. ‘How could he have known? Am I being watched all the time?’ She shook her head looking at him. “Please. Let me go. I won’t tell. I promise. I haven’t lied to you. I’m not the one that can’t be trusted. I don’t care what you people do here. I just want to be as far away from here as I can. So just please, be a dad to me again and do what’s right. Let me go.” She was shivering as she pleaded with him. It wasn’t from being cold, far from it. Gabby was scared, nervous, and deep down inside she was harboring hope that he would nod his head, and she could slip over the wall and be gone from them forever. “It’s crazy. Six times. Five more times. It’s wrong James. You’re my….dad. Dads don’t sleep with their children. You’ve got a wife for that and many other women that aren’t related to you to sleep with. Why me? Why do you want what you can’t….shouldn’t have? Why do you want what is wrong for you to have? Just please,” she lowered her forehead to the wall, “let me go. I’m begging you.” Her voice had grown shaky, and now her tears were clear as she wept, staining the bricks of the wall with her tears. "Please," she pleaded one more time, her voice cracking, "Let me go."

James weighed his options as she spoke. He could simply drag her off the wall, but that ultimately wouldn't be accomplishing much. Only really further hardening her againt him. he needed to do this tactfully. With that thought, he walked to the wall. he was still a good clip away from her, at least ten feet, but he pulled himself up onto it, sitting down, and facing the yard. He had a moment to admire the home that he and Callie had built. It was in flux right now, what with how well things were with William, and how poor with Gabby. But in time...in time.

"Gabby, let's be honest here. Your word is decent, but you have been a vicious, spiteful creature most of your life. So do I believe you when you say you won't tell anyone about this? Yes and no. I don't think you will initially, but one day, maybe not even very far off, you'll be sitting, adn thinking, adn get agry about it all over again. And before you even realize you're doing it, you'll be telling someone that you can't take it back from, and then it all comes to a head. I've known you your entire life. And there's always been enough of me in your actions to let me have a pretty good bead on your reactions to things." He explained. Not what she wanted to hear, but it was what he had. "Now. You keep throwing how wrong it all is at me. Tell me why it's wrong. Other than 'because it is', the only reason it is wrong is that someone who never experienced it, told you it was. Probably an important person, someone in authority. But I know it wasn't me, and certainly wasn't your mother."

"So here's what I think is really happening with you right now Gabby. Yes, you're scared. But not because of how 'wrong' this is. You're scared because underneath all your anger and indignation...you know there is joy in what we do, and you feel it. And you're fighting tht joy with all you have because you're afraid of what it means. It's the biggest change of your life, and it scares you." James finished with a glance to her. "Now please. Come on down off the wall. Go inside. Eat something. We will let you be. Unless you come looking for us...we'll leave you be."

William smiled as Callie took his hand, leading him towards the master bath. her naked form was almost shining to his eyes, glowing certainly, and while that was always a draw in an of itself, she was putting some more effort into what she was doing. That effort was trasforming her into something entirely different. And absolutely irresistible. Steam filling the room, hot water flowing, and it was a promise of things to come. William smiled as she spoke again. He stepped up to her, getting close, his hands coming to her sides, running along the smooth skin there. A short glance to one side showed them both in the mirror, and he had to admit, in the time before it fogged up, it was an extra little detail that seemed to interest him.
"So you're going to take care of me, eh?" He said with a slowly growing smirk.

“What makes you think I want anything from you? What makes you think I would even want to hurt you? I’d have to care about you to want to hurt you, and all I want is to get away from you, to forget you even exist, because if I have to think about you….then I remember, and if I remember….I feel the hurt again,” she cried. “I don’t wanna hurt anymore.” She still had her forehead pressed to brick. Gabby knew how close he was. Granted he was still a modest distance from her, to her, he was too close.

She lifted her head and looked at him. Her face was pale, and it showed how exhausted she was. “I don’t want anything from you. Food, a place to live, love,” she laughed. “Not that you’re capable of giving that. Why is it wrong? Because we are family. The same blood in your veins is in mine too. If it wasn’t something so wrong, then why does the rest of the world think it is? Why aren’t you out there lobbying to make your way of thinking the way everyone else thinks, and don’t tell me it starts at home. Oh no. For you, it started at your home, but did you and Callie take your new found way of life to the public to try and sway them to your way of thinking? No. You ran away and hid, and now you’re telling me just how right something you hid from your own PARENTS is! Call them James. Tell them what you’ve done if there’s nothing wrong with it. Don’t hide it. Don’t hide us. We’re the children you and your sister spawn into existence. Go tell your own mother about us. Tell the world. No. You won’t do that. Instead you’ll try and push your way of thinking on your flesh and blood. Well I don’t agree, and for you to honestly think that I’m afraid because this is some big change for me and that I liked what you did to me tells me just how fucked up you are. You don’t even know what family is. To you family is fucktoy.” Again she lowered her head. “You don’t love me. How could you? You said it yourself.” Leaning back on her heels to stare at him once more, she smiled, returning the same smile he gave her in the living room after she told him she hated him when he made love to her. “I have been a vicious, spiteful….creature….most of my life. Why the fuck would anybody love someone like that? Just..leave me alone. Go back to Callie and William. ”

“Yeah baby. I washed you when you were little. Come now. I can do that again.” She took his hands and pulled him inside underneath the water. His body was amazing. The sculpted features glistened as the water ran down, tracing lines that disappeared to the floor. He was firm, taunt, and brimming with possibilities. The endurance he had, his enthusiasm, it was all addictive. How he wanted her began to seep into her skin, like the steam of the shower. “I’m so glad you came to me William. In the garage, you could have tried to leave anyway, but you came to me. I know it wasn’t easy,” she told him, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “Your sister..will forgive you. In time. We have to give her time.” Callie could remember how much she hated James at first, but then she remembered how it changed. “Baby I hated him at first too. My mind knew how wrong it was. Each time we were together, I began to let go of that thinking a little bit more. Gabby will too. You’ll see. By the time we were almost done with our deal, I would have stayed with him forever, but then I made a mistake. I tried..to run..from your father. He lost his temper, and things got ugly. After that, I left, just like he’s telling Gabby she can after the deal is met.” Callie realized in that moment that when she left, not once did she think about telling anyone about what had happened. Would Gabby be the same way? “I found out I was pregnant with you, and when we went back home, I told everyone I was going to have a baby. Your father was smart. He figured it out. I ran from that too.” She smiled at him. “You see, your sister is a lot like me, but she’s just as much of a fighter as your father is as well. That’s a dangerous combination, but she will come around, and she will forgive you.”

Callie hadn’t intended on talking about his sister when they entered the shower. So now it was time to make it up to him. She grabbed the bath soap and a cloth. When she was satisfied with the soap, with the skilled ease of masseuse, she began to work it across his skin and into his muscles. “There there baby. I’ll make you feel better.” Her free hand snaked down to his ass and squeezed him. “I’ll bet your muscles flex so well when you’re fucking me. We’ll have to record it so I can watch and see just how….hot you are.” She stepped forward, pressing the front of her body against his back. Her breasts rested against him as she reached around now with both hands to his chest. “I love you William. When you were little, I tried to make you feel safe and loved. Now it you making me feel safe and loved. Thank you baby.” She rested her head between his strong shoulders and let the water cover them both.

James smiled at the way Gabby hesitated. Oh, how littel she had thought about how he viewed her.
"How can you love a creature like that Gabby? Easily. Because you are family. And because I am also a vicious spiteful creature. I temper it a little more, but that's years of experience for you." he explained, leanning back on the wall, not moving to leave just yet. He looked up at the sky. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day.

"You want to know why I'm not trying to change the world? Because the world doesn't want to change. It's made up it's mind a long time ago, and one man and his family doesn't change that. And to advertise that, is to advertise that I would like to be arrested, because whether I agree with it or not, I make no illusions about the legality of how we live. So that's one reason I don't tell the world. And the other is because it's none of the world's business how I live my life. I don't need the approval of anyone else, I just want to be left to live my life. And if you want me to leave you be, I did say I would. Just please come off of the wall, and I'll go." James told her, looking back down at the yard a moment before looking at Gabby.

William felt himself grinning as he felt her hand on his ass, listening to her as she made a different offer. A tape. Not something he expected to hear. Once upon a time, only a few days ago, he'd have been nervous at the thought, now it only leant more life to his cock, jerking at the thought of recording a session with Callie, watching it later, hell, if they did it right they could be watching it as it filmed! He liked the idea more and more as he thought about it. He could feel her breasts on his back, points of beautiful contact that made him grin. He raised one hand to rest on hers, and the other reached back over his shoulder to rest on her hair. He leaned his head back and turned it, looking right at her, showing his smile.
"I'll always keep you safe Callie. And I always have loved you. And I always will. In ways that will make us both forget our names." He told her, not sure where the words ere coming from, but they seemed to fit, and he didn't disagree with them.

“No,” she shook her head. “No place is safe. I’m never alone. You always know everything. I’ll never be able to get away. You won’t let me go. Even I do give in, you won’t ever let me go. You’re scared I’ll tell. So why would you honor this deal, your word? Because you’ve been such an upstanding man so far? Was the upstanding part before you raped your own sister or after you raped me? I’m a little confused on that. I can’t..get down. I don’t know..but I can’t move to get down. You’ve ruined my life! I was a bad kid. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I won’t be bad again. I promise. I’ll be good. Please just tell me I can go.” Gabby was becoming desperate. Rock bottom was fast approaching, and she didn’t want to end up there. Still it was fast approaching.

She looked up at the sky. Her green eyes, swollen from her tears took in the sight of the blue sky, free from clouds. How could something so perfect look down at something so horribly wrong? She thought about the countless days the family had spent in this very backyard. There were memories around every turn here, and Gabby couldn’t wait to get away from them. It wasn’t just the people. She even remembered trying so hard to be able to climb up to where she was. As a little girl, she seemed to make it her mission to be able to climb up to it. Now here she sat, perched on it, unable to move, and feeling her life fall apart all around her. “It was so perfect,” she said softly. Gabby felt empty, robbed of having a family, of a life. All she had were memories that reminded her of everything she had lost and even they were nothing but lies to her now. She looked towards the sliding glass doors. The couch was on the other side of those doors, across the room. ‘You know there is joy in what we do, and you feel it. And you’re fighting that joy with all you have because you’re afraid of what it means.’ She turned her gaze to him. “You think I find joy in this. Fine. I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll fuck you five more times, and when I find no joy, I’m leaving. Don’t ever look for me. Come on James. Let’s go again. I want to prove to you there is no joy in this for me. You’ll see just how wrong you are. Where do you want to go this time?”

“I want you to fuck me until I don’t want to stand William. I want to take you until you’re so spent, so worn out from my riding your cock, that all you want to do is sleep so you can regain strength to do it again and again and again. I want you to slam me against a wall, pinning me there, while you fuck me from behind with such force, you lift my feet from the ground. I want to be your lover, you slut, you slave baby. I want to service you for as long as you’ll have me.” The words seemed to keep flowing from her lips. Callie moved her hold of him and turned William around to face her. “I gave birth to you William, but now I belong to you as much as you belong to me.” She kissed him roughly, without warning, pushing him back a step. Callie didn’t think she would ever get enough of him. Having forced him a step back, while still locked in the kiss, she pushed him back further, until his body touched the wall. Her hands were flush against the cold, wet tiles, and she felt his body pressed against her own. His cock was hard, and already she felt her desires rising. She wanted him.

James cocked his head, looking at Gabby as she essentially offered another go, and so quickly. She was past the point of needing recovery time. She really was aiming to get it over with quickly. That was both helpful and worrisome. Helpful since he could keep it coming for her, keep driving her onwards, but worrisome because she would be pushing forward on it fast enough to stop it from really sticking in her memory. But he ahd to trust in what he coudl do, trust that Gabby had at least some of the same wiring as her mother and even himself. He nodded as he came to his conclusion.
"All right then. The guest room inside. Let's go." He told her, hopping off fo the wall, and looking to her expectantly.

William was enjoying everything that he heard, how devoted Callie seemed to be to this whoel arrangement. The aggression she was showing told him very clearly that she wanted more from him, and he wasn't going to let her down. As his back hit the wall, and she pressed in close to him, his hands went down to grip her thighs. With a grunt, he lifted her off her feet, getting her in the air, but still keeping them close. He began to lower her down, feeling his cock touch her pussy, ready to plunge home, but he left them at that point. he rubbed along her, almost penetrating, but not giving her what he knew she wanted, what they both wanted really. Finally, the temptation was too much, after teasing them both for nearly a full minute, and he lowered her onto his shaft.

He gasped as he felt her around him again. No matter how many time he was with her, it never got any less intense. Callie was an experience, that was just the truth of it all. One he was never going to tire of. Taking Chloe had been quick and intense, but there was a raw passion in Callie, something that he couldn't fathom finding elsewhere. He lifted her up to the point of almost taking her off of his shaft, adn them dropped her down again. He repeat the gesture, then again, each time gaining speed as he got himself going. He was glad, and not for the first time, that he was a strong man. He'd have hated to miss moments like this.

Should I even bother wearing clothes anymore,” she asked, sarcasm dripping from her words as she followed suit and jumped down from the wall. “All you’re gonna wanna do if fuck. Seems like a waste of time and energy to put them on, but then again you’d like it if I walked around here naked.” She set out a stride to get ahead of him, as if she had something to prove, even though she was well aware she was heading to the room where he would take her again. Her attitude was the only way she could express her anger at how helpless she felt. Gabby hated to not feel in control. Perhaps she was more like her father in the regard than she knew. Right now she felt trapped and helpless, both feelings she hated. Inside a voice was screaming, like a wild animal backed into a corner, wanting to claw it’s way out, but on the outside she appeared as angry, hateful, spiteful Gabby who wanted nothing more than to end this and leave.

She stepped back inside the house she once felt so comfortable inside and headed towards the guest bedroom. Gabby knew where it was. She had even helped her mom in the past make sure the room was ready when someone would be coming over. It was generic. Everything about it was generic. Muted colors on the walls, curtains, bedding, it was all just so common. Now here it was to be the site of something so far from common. “I never liked this room anyway,” she mumbled as she stepped inside the room. “Alright. Fine. Let’s get this over with,” she told him as she grabbed her shirt and began to disrobe. It was an act with no finesse, no emotions behind it. Gabby may as well have been alone and getting ready for a bath the way she peeled her clothes off. Standing naked, she stretched her arms for a brief moment before climbing up to the bed. Her position was similar to when she was on the couch. She didn’t even wait for him to give her any instructions. Gabby spread her legs. “Alright James. Let’s do this. I want number three over with before I go to sleep tonight. Then I’ll be out of here tomorrow night.”

He lifted her in the air, and Callie felt even more weightless than she did whenever she was with William. When he kissed her, touched her, fucked her, she felt as if she were floating. Now she was nearly doing just that. His cock touched her opening, teasing her, as she silently begged him for relief. Her mind conjured up with such vivid accuracy how his cock would feel. Callie moaned at what her mind’s eye produced for her. She wanted it so much that if she could have, she would have worked her way free from him and impaled her body quickly on his cock.

As it was, William lowered her, and Callie felt being immensely filled at once. With enough force, William could break through into womb with ease. It was a thought that intrigued her and terrified her at the same time. If that were to happen, she would know when the moment was right. He held her firmly, securely as he continued to move her body. He was using her like a cloth to polish his shaft. Callie wiggled her hips a little, as to take all of him deeper. She was careful though so William wouldn’t lose his grip on her. Her feet dangled as she curled her toes. She wanted him to reach up and hold her breasts before gripping her shoulders and slamming her down on his cock harder. Callie wished she was facing the other direction so she could see his face. Her mind, her body wanted so much. There would be time for that. This was just their awakening together. This stage was all about discovery and exploration. Soon they would know each other’s bodies so even better than they did right now. Everything William did was a move that unlocked a flood of pleasure. She felt his legs on her feet as the water continued to cover them. “Oh baby,” she panted. “Yes. Just like that. That feels..so good.” Thoughts of her face against the tile wall came to mind. Her hands flat against the hard surface as he pounded into her filled her mind. She wanted to feel it all, to experience it all so fast, and yet she wanted to savor him.

She was a paper tiger, James could see it in her, and it was almost painfully obvious that she was. Still, he actually held his tongue, let her rant. She was his now, and he knew that too. Maybe not forever, but she was his for the next little while. And he was going to make the most of it. She might hate it all, be railing against everything that was happening, but she was relenting to it, accepting that it was gonig to happen, and doing all she could to rationalize it to herself. And that meant he was winning on some level.

As they reached the guest room, Gabby undressed quickly, no preamble or hesitation this time. Also a good sign as far as he was concerned. She was no longer concerned in the least about her state of undress around him. As she laid back onto the bed, opening herself to him, he pushed his shorts down. The sight of her, the knowledge of what they were about to do, it was still enough for him, still enough to get him hard. He advanced on her, but knew that simply repeating what they'd done last time, so very recently, wasn't going to be enough. No, they had to change things. Make them different. And he wasn't going to be asking.

He moved onto the bed, moving between her legs, planning how he'd have to be doing this. It hadn't even been an hour, far less actually, and there was still enough residual arrousal on her to make it easy for him to enter. He sank into her smoothly, going to the hilt in her, and grinding his hips. A moment later, he shifted his stance, on his knnes, while reaching forward the grip her shoulders. Without another word, he hauled her up off the bed, and sat down, Gabby in his lpa, her legs on either side of him...and face to face with him. A hand shifted lower, getting under her ass, and lifting her up, dropping her down onto his length again, all the while he kept his gaze on hers.

Willaim couldn't keep it up, he wanted too much, too fast. He actually set Callie down, letting her feet hit the floor. But only for an instant.

He turned, adn made a stp forward of his own, all but slamming her into the wall of the shower, up agaisnt the frosted glass that seperated the shower form the rest of the bathroom. His hands on her hips, pulling her onoto his length with all his might, slamming home again and again, needing that extra aid, since he crowded into her, his body against hers, a faint part of him concerned that they might pope the glass free of the shower, but he set that aside. He wanted this now. His teeth on the base of her neck, fixed there, biting down, not letting her go this time, just latching onto her for a moment before he kept at her. He knew that he should be coming up on his finish, but his time with Callie was giving him more endurance than he used to have. On a perverse inpulse, he stepped away from Callie, dragging her back, and sliding the shower wide open, showing them both in the mirror.. he moved his grip to her arm, leaning her forward so that she was hanging out of the shower while he pulled her back onto his cock.
"Gods Callie...!" He gasped as he felt himself starting to swell in her. Not yet. Not yet.

She didn’t watch him as he undressed. Gabby didn’t care to see his body, clothed or not. The bed gave under his weight, and she knew he was inching closer. She was fully prepared to feel his tongue lap at her sex. Her mind had already slipped into the mindset that he was going to taste her again, no matter how much she hated it, but then he slipped inside her. Gabby gasped, lifting her head from the bed for a moment. She didn’t give the reaction a second thought. In fact, the only thoughts racing through her mind were, ‘Is he bigger? Am I tighter? What the fuck? Does it ever..get any easier..breathe..when he’s..inside..me?’ Each time she felt the touch of his skin, bare, warm, contracting, moving, bringing him inside her, she found herself wincing, tightening her eyes closed as if she could blink away what was happening to her. Each time he pulled back, she braced for him to suddenly be there, inside her, pushing her body. She was never fully prepared. There was no way she could be.

He grabbed her and pulled her up. Gabby opened her eyes to meet his gaze. As his hands moved, not roaming her body but taking further possession of her, guiding her, she never looked away from him. She wanted to, but there it was again. A moth to a flame. She couldn’t. Even as the words chanted in her mind, ‘don’t..look..at him,’ she found her green eyes as focused on his ass he was hers’. Her lips parted and she moaned. Her breasts brushed against his body as she rose and fell on his length. She noticed it, but she wasn’t sure why. It was a strange sensation at first, but the more she moved, it could not be denied. Her nipples were hard, and the friction between their bodies only made her realize it more. The constant rubbing and nearly pulling of them made her more sensitive. It started simple enough. It was just a small feeling within her nipples that spread through her breasts. It grew, somehow, and reached down to her clit, nudging it to feel, and feel she did. Gabby couldn’t take it. Her hands rested on James’ chest, but it was an action that was she was well aware of, ordered from the part of her mind that was totally bathed in the light of the situation. She didn’t want the contact. What happened next though was an action that crept from the dark depths in the back of her mind. Her fingers gently gripped him, sinking into his skin, as if she were feeling his muscled chest. Gabby pushed him, wanting him to lean back, and as his body followed suit, yielding to her whims, she moved. It was the slightest of movements, but her hips inched forward just slightly. She rocked back before repeating. Her hands still touched him, as if she didn’t want that bit of contact to be broken. Her eyes softly closed now, as her parted lips gave life to her long, deep breaths. She wasn’t panting, nor was she swearing. There were no words at all in fact, but was her body language saying all that needed to be said?

William moved quickly. No sooner did her feet touch the tile bottom of the shower had he moved and pinned her against the glass door. Her breasts pressed against it, appearing to be flat, as her nipples were crushed under her body weight. It was an exquisite feeling. The door rattled, jarring with every thrust from him as Callie’s body banged into it. The door would not falter, at least Callie hoped so. She dragged her hands down the wet surface leaving clear trails that soon fogged back over. Her cheek was against the door, and her breath was visible for a split second as she gasped for air. “Yes,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear her. Callie couldn’t move her feet from the spot she now found herself firmly in. With her legs still spread, she stood there taking all of him.

He opened the door, and for a brief while, she could see them both in the mirror. What a sight they were. Such a forbidden, taboo image that was intensely erotic. The heat from the shower spilled out openly in the bathroom now, and soon they disappeared into the clouded haze. She could still his feel touch and his cock filling her. As she bent over, new angles were opened up to him, and William seemed to take full advantage. His cock was deeper now, rubbing against places inside her that made her feel like she was on fire. “William,” Callie cried out, loving this new feeling. The tip of his cock was caressing a place that James had found, and it nearly made Callie paralyzed from the pleasure that would seize her body. “Fuck baby,” she called as her muscles in her belly tightened. “Come on,” she began, unable to finish. It was happening again. These orgasms were always the strongest ones. She was glad to be in the shower because Callie knew her pussy would gush. She was beyond squirting at this point. Her body shuddered as she knew it was coming. ‘Please don’t stop William. Don’t you fucking stop!’ Callie feared her legs giving out on her when it would finally hit, but she didn’t care. The fall would be worth it. ‘So..close. Come on..baby. Come…..’ Her face contorted as she felt the fluids from her pussy run down her legs. She grabbed for the open shower door with one hand as her knees began to buckle. ‘Keep..fucking..me..baby.’

James kept his eyes on hers, kept the gaze locked, almost daring her to look away. but she never did. She didn't look away, she didn't falter, she didn't give any ground. But he wasn't sure if it was because she was standing strong, or if she simply couldn't help herself. The moan that came from her, letting him know that she was feeling this more than she wanted to, and there was just that slight change in her bearing, and he could watch as she started to flush, started to really feel what was happening in ways she hadn't before. it was a moment he'd been waiting for on some level. Her hands on his chest and they pushed, but not in the way he might have expected. He'd thought she'd push him away, try to push herself back, but instead she pushed him onto his back.

And what a view he had from beneath her! Her movements weren't strong yet, weren't building up as quickly as they could, but they were hers, no movement coming from his hips. He had the moment of wanting to grab onto her hips, show her how to do it, but he refrained. He'd surrender this moment for the mment, let her feel her way into how she wanted this. And when it was over, then she'd never be able to forget this moment. But he wasn't about to simply lay back and let her have all of the fun. He reached his hands up around her arms, and then placed both hands on her breasts. Calloused hands gripped her, massaging along her soft skin, fingers finding her nipples, and tweaking them to bring mroe feeling to her. He could hear the panting that she was doing, fighting with all she had on a subconcious level to not give in completely, but she was giving in all the same. The small movements of her hips continued, and he did shift only slightly as she pushed down, grinding into her, before relaxing again as she slid forward a touch.

William grunted as Callie managed to pull a hand out of his grip, using it to brace herself on the shower door, he reached around her, gathering one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing hard, figners around the nipple and pulling it down for a moment, before his hand switched up targets, gathering in her wet hair. He pulled on it, forcing her head to face the mirror, clouded though it might be. William was panting now, his breathing ragged, and puntuated with grunts as he plowed into Callie all the harder, each blow shaking her body with it's force, no restraints left to him. William was barely home at all, only a sense of nearly animal savagery in him. His hand let go of her hair, adn swept down her body, pressing down on her clit as he bottomed out in her. His voice all but growled as he came inside of her, no hesitation int he act. He panted a few moments, his senses still on fire as he worked hismelf a few more times inside of her, making sure he'd been milked dry. He pulled her up, putting her body flush to his once more, turning her face to his to kiss her a moment as he slid out of her.

His restraint lasted all of twelve seconds. A hand on her neck, shoving her back into the shower wall, pinning her in place, William came on at her, sliding her up the wall so he could get hismelf back inside of her. His face was contorted with raw lust, no thought of holding back, and he gave in to his desire, fucking Callie with all his intensity, each thrust hard enough to slide her a little farther up the wall, his hand never leaing her neck.

His touch burned her skin. She felt his touch on her arms, and Gabby’s head lulled back. Her body was gently, slowly riding him, pushing his cock deeper inside her. She could feel his body touching her each time she slid down his cock. His fingers were rough, the proof that he was a working man. The texture against her sensitive nipples was electric. Gabby shuddered slightly, her back arching her forward for just a moment. Groans mingled with her panting breath, and Gabby’s lips parted more. She opened herself up more to him, feeling the new ways his cock now kissed her tight passage. Her hands moved quickly, gripping his. She rolled her nipples between his fingers, feeling his eyes watching her. She began to touch her body, using his hands instead of her own. Gabby knew where she wanted to feel his touch, knowing where his touch would have the most impact. She massaged her breasts, her nipples aching for his touch. Her groans gave way to cries. The feeling building up inside her would not be contained. It was explosive, and Gabby knew it, feared it, and yet, wanted it. She wanted to cum.

She moved his hands further down her body, feeling his fingertips tracing a path. It was an instinct from somewhere deep inside her that was guiding her. Fueled by a lust for pleasure she led him down her stomach and over to her hips where she stopped. Gabby began to move faster, rocking harder against him. More ragged breaths poured from her mouth as her cries grew louder and louder. The bed began creak under them. Her clit was pulsating, and she was ready to release. Pressing his fingers a bit more into her skin, she began riding him harder. Her breasts rising and falling wildly as she did. She was wet for him, and there was no doubt how close she was. The tip of cock pressed against her cervix, and Gabby felt the pressure. Then….

She screamed as she leaned forward, closer to him. Her eyes, wild and wide, stared straight into his. Gabby came hard, unable to speak for a moment as she continued to grind her hips into him, wanting him to guide her. “I’m cumming,” she finally whimpered before leaning up once more. Her gaze remained on him. She was flushed and covered in sweat, and her pussy was soaking. He slide inside her now with unimaginable ease. Her walls had relaxed. Still she was sensitive, and as his cock continued to fill her, she could already feel it. Her hands gripped his harder as she knew she was on the verge.

William was possessive. His hands took control of her body, grabbing what he wanted. He was masterful, knowing where and how to touch her. It was as if they had been lovers for years. There was no going back from this. There was no way they could go back to being simply mother and son. She wouldn’t want to. His hands groped her, grabbing her breasts and then her wet hair. She saw the hazed image of them barely peeking through on the glass. ‘Beautiful,’ she thought. He touched her clit, and as much as she wanted to move, to lean forward, he had her exactly where he wanted her, and William was not about to let go. He was strong and forceful, like his father. The woman who ended up in his bed as his wife would be a very lucky woman. Callie knew that couldn’t be her, but for now, she would enjoy him. Her own cum had been washed off her body from the water, but as he pounded her, she felt him release. As warm as the water was, his cum was far hotter. Searing seed spilled deep inside her. He kept moving, draining his balls of their load. She moaned softly as how sore her pussy was. He and James had given her such a work out, but she would not complain. She loved it all, even the pain.

He pulled from her, and once more moaned at her aching muscles. Her peace as she stood there, covered in the warmth and relaxation of the water and afterglow was short lived. William grabbed her throat and pressed her to the wall. “William? What is iiiiiiiiit,” she groaned as he filled her. “Fuck baby.” Her lips pressed together in a tight line as he began to take her again. She held his wrists as he flexed, pushing himself inside her. “That’s it baby. Fuck me. Take me. I’m yours’. I love you so much. Come on baby. Pound my pussy. Show me..how bad..you want me. Make me cum William. Do it.” She wrapped her legs around his waist riding each of his powerful thrusts. She stared into his eyes, wanting to be looking there when she came. "It's for you baby. My body, my cum, are both for you. Show me how bad you want it."

This was it. This was the woman James had wanted to meet, this gabby who wanted to feel, and didn't care what it took to get there. Just like him. Just like Callie. And from what he'd seen, William was not only cut from the same cloth, he might be the biggest slave to his desires of them all. She might not be here for long, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take every opportunity to enjoy her while she was here. That was the last thought he spared for anything but what was happening over him. Gabby had set his hands on her hips, and there were only a few reasons for that. His took her weight with his hands, pulling her a little bit forward so that when he pulled her towards him, it slid her along his length with a smoother motion. When he pushed her back down, he moved her hips in a roll, making sure that he put pressure everywhere he could inside of her. He'd leave no point unstimulated if he could.

The pace picked up, James using all he had to make sure that Gabby didn't let up, she'd clearly cum once, but he was going to show what it was like to be hit with a rapid fire series, and not by anything like his tongue. He wanted to show her what it was like to enjoy oneself until you couldn't even remember your own name. One hand slid around to the small of her back, putting some pressure on it to show her how to better get the rolling motion down. Gabby was a quick study, that much was clear, and everything he showed her was seeming to work rather well. There was a part of him that had to admit that it made sense on some level to be doing this. After all, weren't parents supposed to teach their children all they knew? And he and Callie had learned a very great deal about this particular action. Their hips ground together, drawing out the contact with her clit, forcing that stimulation into greater focus, making sure that she would feel it. James only had a faint moment to make sure that he kept track of his own arrousal. He had to be careful. He did remember how Callie had been giving into things, until he had cum inside fo her, and turned her against him just like that. He wouldn't make the same mistake. Or at least do his damndest not to. He let out a groan as he felt her all along his shaft, moving perfectly to make them both feel it. She was already incredible. What would she be like with a little more practice?

William knew Callie was speaking, knew she was saying something but none of it was registering. All he knew was that she still felt amazing, adn that he wanted her, all of her, and every chance he could get. Let james worry about Chloe, Gabby, even Sophie once he had her here. Callie would be his, and that would be enough. It was intoxicating, addicting, every moment he was with her only made it more powerful, more potent, and that much harder to deny himself. He'd always thought that it woudl take far longer for him to get off again, but there was simply too much going on. If anything, he was finding that his previous release might have been a slight one, a preview to the real one to come. With a savage grunt he thrust hard enough into Callie that he felt the tiles behind her shift from the hit. And he came.

Gods, did he ever. It was a long, wracking thing, not a few bursts like normal, but a single long moment that dragged on, tightening his muscles, causign him to shiver at the feeling of it all. He blinked a few times, finally coming down from his frenzy, and letting go of Callie's neck, seeing the red marks on her throat left by his fingers. He leaned forward, using her and the wall as a way to maintain his balance.
"I love you Callie." he breathed out, his foreahead touching hers, all that kept him on his feet was the wall behind her.

His hands took control as she guided them to her hips. His touch had felt magnificent. Gabby groaned as he began to teach her, to guide her. His hands firm, showing her how to move her body. She picked up on his subtle cues. Move this way, roll your hips, the way he felt, how his cock not only filled her but touched her in new ways, and how her clit was massively stimulated. Gabby had moved her hands from his, giving him the wheel, wanting him to drive. Her pace quickening, she began to feel new sensations, new emotions awakening within her body. Her hands pressed her breasts together, feeling them confined, no longer a slave to their movements. No longer did they bounce about as her body rose and feel on his shaft. Pressed tightly to her own body, her fingers captured her nipples, feeling how hard they were. The slightest touch, the most gentle pinch from her fingers sent pleasure spiking through her breasts. Gabby moaned, leaning her head back even further.

She released her breasts, once more feeling the weight of them as they began to once more move in rhythm with their bodies. Gabby leaned back further now, forcing her breasts upwards slightly. As she rode his cock, she felt her clit still massaged but only as she moved forward, taking his member deep inside her pussy. Her hands rested on his thighs as her back arched. Each time her body met his, she cried out. Gabby was growing closer, and she knew it. Once more her pace increased. She was riding him wildly now, the sound of flesh meeting flesh clearly heard. The well timed sounds coming from her mouth grew louder until she finally called out with abandon. Her pussy tightened around him once more, and yet again the rush of cum coated his cock. Gabby did not stop. She kept going, certain she couldn’t do it again, but already the feeling was building again. She feared it, knowing how strong it would be, and yet she kept going. Her body clearly wanted more, and she wasn’t going to stop until she got it. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as she impaled herself on his cock. Gabby’s eyes were closed as she took him, swallowing him, pulling him into her core. His tip touched her deepest opening, and Gabby felt the pressure. It was strange, painful, and new, but still she kept going. A shiver ran along her sweat kissed spine. Gabby ground her hips hard into him, trying to push her body over the edge of the ledge she was so precariously teetering from. She leaned forward quickly, her eyes finding his, and her limit had been reached. Her mouth opened wider, and Gabby’s voice shattered a shriek as she came again for him. Her face was flushed, her body trembled, and Gabby was almost at the end of her endurance. Her body couldn’t take much more, and yet she felt it building already once more.

William didn’t even seem human as he hammered away at her. His endurance seemed to never end, and his cock was getting harder the more he fucked her. Callie wanted to cum, but her body had either given all she had or was resigned to torture her keeping her teetering on the edge as her clit tingled, alive and sensitive to the slightly touch. With every thrust from her son’s powerful frame, his body worked her clit. He was just as skilled as his father. The grout holding the tiles was no match him and they began to waver under her. She felt them slide up ever so slightly and gasped. William was going to bring down the fucking wall. “That’s it baby,” she purred, egging him on. “Come on. Fuck me William. Take my pussy.” Her voice cracked as he hammered her body into the wall. Callie’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure carried her. She could not open them, nor focus on anything but the powerful man behind the impressive cock that was spearing her, pinning her to the wall behind her.

He released his hot seed deep inside her, and Callie cried out at the searing hot invasion. She tensed against him, feeling the weight of his body slowly build as he relaxed against her. His head touched hers, and she felt his warm, wet skin connected once more with her own. His grip loosened, and Callie was finally able to swallow, to breathe easier. No doubt she would have marks there, but that didn’t bother her. It was proof of the love, the heat, that she felt and experienced with someone she loved. The hell with who it was. The world didn’t need to know that. “I love you baby,” she told him, reaching to caress his face. She smiled against him, thankful for the wall supporting them both. “William we need..to get to the bed. My legs,” she smiled wider, “feel like jello. Of course, I could just sit down on the shower floor. I don’t care where I’m at as long as you’re with me.” She stole a soft kiss from his lips, panting as soon as the kiss was over. “Oh fuck, I love you,” she laughed. “You’re giving me quite the work-out.”

Gabby was lost now, completely in the thrall of the moment, and James was reveling in the moment. There was simply no other way to describe it. If nothing else came from the attempts to bring her around, this one time, this one mment, would live in his mind for the rest of his life. And he had no doubt in hers as well, though she might have a different overtone for it. The way she moved, all instinct and passion that was glorious to behold, wondrous to be a part of. He gasped out as he felt her coming around him again, and then again, but she still pushed onward, almost a slave to the moment. He might comment on that at some point, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't right there with her, wanting it to last, to stretch on forever. There was an image for a moment in his mind, Gabby doing as she was, Callie over his mouth as he ate her out, the two women enjoying one another while he did for them both, stacking one on top of the other, fucking them both as he pleased, bringing all of them to the highest levels of pleasure. Even William joining in, passing hte women between them, going until no one was able to move from sheer sexual exhaustion. A fine goal to say the least.

James kept his pace up, meeting her moves, as she picked it up, he followed that example, putting all he could into the effort. What had been planned as a simple one mroe time from her list, had become so much more. She was close now, right in his face almost as he tightened under her, feeling her come again, no restraint as she gave voice to the primal need for sound to celebrate this new found pleasure, adn despite everything, he could feel her not stopping, still wanting just that little more, to push the limits of things one more time, to find a new height, a new limit. And he was going to help her find it. As the shriek faded, as she came down just a little, his hands caught her shoulders, pulling her down a little as he leaned up, pressing his lips to hers, all fire and lust, passion popuring into her, his tongue dancing along hers, a hand gripping her ass and pulling her onto his cock all the harder. He was coming up on his own finish, he was close, and he knew it, but no matter what, he was going to help Gabby set herself a new record, break her barriers one last time before he'd let himself go. No matter what.

William had to smile at Callie's statements of her legs beign jello. He wasn't much better. But he had to be. That was just the fact of it. Someone had to carry the other, and even under the best of circumstances, he doubed Callie would be carrying him anywhere. William had a faint fluttering of curiosity in his mind, wondering if Callie was on any kind fo birth control, or if all this fucking was goign to lead to her carrying something else from him. He steeled himself, and lifted Callie up, not shifting their stance, just carrying her in front of him. He kicked the shower off, and carried her outside of it. He paused a moment outside ot it.
"Grab a robe?" He asked her, the large soft bathrobes nearby. He waited for her to get one, before resuming his trek to the bedroom.

It wasn't a long walk, but it felt so much farther than it had before. He made it to the bed, and threw the robe onto it, giving them somewhere to lay that wouldn't soak the bed. He laid Callie on it, and then followed her, gathering her to his side.
"And I'll keep giving you that workout. Often as I can manage it. You're worth it." he mumbled to her, a hand on her cheek, loking into those green eyes that he knew had appealed to so many guys he knew. But it had been him who got the benefit of them. On some level he resented bringing Ger into this deal, but it would be a deal that woudl appeal to Callie, bring more joy to everyone.

It was coming faster now. Even the waves from the ocean did not crest and rush upon the shore as fast as these feelings were taking her. Gabby could feel her body lunging, racing forward, and yet she as powerless to stop it. She was just a passenger, privy to the sights, sounds, smells, and of course feelings the vessel she inhibited was experiencing, but yet it was like a movie, as if it were someone else all of this was happening to. Gabby breathed, taking in precious oxygen, feeling it fill her lungs to capacity, hearing it as it passed through her parted lips. Uncharacteristically loud, it resonated through her ears to consume her body. She didn’t speak. Words, simple words, had failed her. There were not any words in the human language to convey the moment. She could see into his green eyes, and there was a flicker of recognition. This was not some boy from high school. He wasn’t some stranger on the street. She knew this man. She knew him well. He was someone she had one of her first memories with. In her mind, she could see his hands stretched out to her as she walked towards him. His arms lifted her from the floor, holding her tight against his body. She felt safe and secure. His aftershave filled her senses. It was all so real and yet clearly nothing more than a distant memory as she gazed down at him. The one word that filled her mind would not be denied by her lips. She breathed it softly to him, against his lips as her fingers gripped his chest. “Daddy.”

Gabby felt the sweat run down her skin. It carved a trail down her shoulders to her breasts. Her back gave passage to droplets that raced down past the small of her back towards her ass. She could feel her face cooled as the air in the room touched the moisture that had built up on her face. Closing her eyes, she felt it run from her scalp, down past her matted her, over her temples, down her nose, and from her chin down her neck. Swallowing, the sweat moved faster, disappearing between her breasts that were lifting and falling in time with her panting breaths. She squeezed her legs, wanting to fall, to be pushed, from the edge she had balanced upon while riding his cock. Everything about her seemed to tense around him. She was so close, as close as her breath on his body was. Closer still. The colors in the room blurred, but only briefly, before her eyes rolled back in her head. Gabby cried out, with no fear of being heard, of what she sounded like. It as pure, unhindered release. Her pussy was so wet now. She could feel her own cum between their bodies, dripping to the bed beneath them. The corners of her mouth turned upright, as she leaned up, throwing her head back, and her hands flailed by her head. She was stiff, tight, and cumming all over him again. Gabby couldn’t even fathom what room she was in much less who was making love to her. All she could wrap her head around was how good she felt. The sweet feelings taking over her body, making her slave to them, coursed through her still as she felt his rock hard cock still inside her. She was surrendering to him, to the pleasures, in that moment. At that exact minute in time, it didn’t matter who she was or who he was. All that mattered was the imaginable bliss that was claiming her.

She leaned forward against him as her orgasm began to fade. His cock was still embedded deep inside her. Gabby knew her body couldn’t take another orgasm. She couldn’t even sit up now. Her breasts pressed against him. The connection was slick, and she felt her body sliding against him. Her movements were not of her own volition anymore. She moved, grinding into him, as her tired eyes focused on him. There was something she wanted to say. It was on the tip of her tongue, but as the second hand ticked away one the clock, pushing this moment in time forward, taking them with it, she could not find the strength to speak it or the cognitive ability to do so.

He had carried her to the bed. Callie felt so safe in his secure, strong arms. He was so much like his father, and yet William was his own man. Two men that she loved dearly, and both were equally able to take care of her. She wasn’t crazy about sharing him with other women, but Callie knew she would always have his heart. Chloe, Sophie, even Gabby would never be as special to him as she was. She had to believe that. The way he made love to her, fucking her as if his own survival depended on it, was not the way a casual passing fuck would be. No. Callie had dropped her pants for many men after she left James the first time, and none of them were anything like her husband or her son.

“I love you William,” she told him, running her fingers across his body. “I don’t regret doing this with you. If anything, I regret waiting so long. You are my son, but you are so much more now. You are my lover, and you are my equal. You have earned that place in my heart and in my bed.” She rolled slightly, until she was propped up on his chest. “I trust you with Sophie and Chloe. Have them both William. Enjoy them, explore, practice, do whatever you like. I know at the end of the day, it’s my bed, my pussy you will come back to, and I will be waiting.” There was something she wanted to ask him about, something that she had thought of since James had started to teach him about how to take what he wanted from a woman. “William, I know you’re learning how to be forceful. I have to ask you, how far would you be willing to go with me? Would you tie me down, spank me, pretend to rape me? Your father….did….take me..the first time..we were together. Since then, I have thought about it, craved it, and he and I have recreated that day to an extent. I would like to..try again..to do something along those lines. You mentioned your friend, Ger. Would he be willing to do that or be a part of such a scene?”

There was not much left to him any more, just riding the moment, chasing the waves that Gabby was throwing off, the waves of pleasure that hit him over and over again. It was riding the cusp of his own release, but restraint, planning, none of it mattered now. All there was in the room was that feeling that he needed to see through to the end, to bring her to the end of.

He heard the word she breathed, knwoing on some level she was aware of what was happening, and that the rest of her simply didn't car at all. They were both sweat slicked and ready, both of them right on the edge of the end, they could both feel it coming, it was clear. But James wouldn't let it come easily, he wanted more from it, wanted this to be as much as it could be, for both of them. The eye contact didn't falter, not until he saw her eyes roll into her head, a sure sign that her finish was crashing down on her. The cry she gave was pure, free of restraint, free of anything but the sheer joy of the moment.

James teeth were clenched, grinding at the wave of sensation as Gabby rode out her orgasm, their hips together still, and he felt himself shivering, his whole body shifting under her as she leaned forward. His arms enfolded her, keeping her close to him, a smile on his face, contented, happy even, with this sudden turn of events. His eyes were half lidded, and he simply stayed there a moment, resting int he afterglow of one of the best times of his life.

The afterglow was a recognition that dawned on him slowly. He would only have that afterglow, that gradualsoftening of his cock, if he had done what he was biologically programmed to do. He'd cum, and he'd done it inside of Gabby. As high on the moment as she was, she might not have even noticed it yet, but he knew that he'd have to be elsewhere when it all came to a head. It was a mar on an otherwise perfect endeavour. He rolled onto their side, depositing Gabby onto the bed, away from teh damp back that was covered with sweat and other fluids, pulling out of her. He paused a moment, taking the risk, drawing another deep kiss out of her before kissing her forehead.
"I'll always love you." He told her quietly, before getting off of the bed, and leaving the room. He really needed that shower now. He head up the stairs to make use of it.

William looked thoughtful, going over what he knew about Ger.
"He wouldn't right away. I think he'd still be too brain blasted at the idea of just being able to fuck you at all. But...give him a little bit of time, I think we can work something out." He answered. His face shifted into deliciously cruel smile. "What if...we faked up a break in? Me and Ger, coming in like we're here to loot the place. We get startled by the sexy woman living here, and decide that we found somethign a whole lot mroe valuable than the electronics?" As he finished, he ran a hand along her side, up to cup one of her breasts.

"As for Chloe and Sophie, well...I call them practice. I only want to bring my best for you. You're worth it." He told her, his other hand comig to cup her cheek, similing at her, sincere adoration in his eyes.

Her orgasm had been something she never knew she could experience. Cumming at her own hand had been one thing. This was something that paled even in the light of what she had seen in movies. This was real. The feelings urging her hips to keep moving, to keep riding his cock, even as her walls tightened around him. Gabby wasn’t aware of her movements. All she was aware of was the incredible feelings in her body. How she got there, who she was with, was just an echo that her subconscious was trying in vain to scream at her. Barely peaking through, in a moment of weakness, she had called to him. Now that tiny voice, the tiny flame of reason, had been snuffed out replaced by the raging wildfire of lust and pleasure. Desire? The only desire Gabby had was to keep feeling exactly what she feeling in that moment.

Of course it could not last forever, and her climax spiraled down. Along with it, a strange, new feeling was filling her. Warmth. She noticed that first. It was so warm, and it touched her deeply, filling in every space that his cock couldn’t reach, drawing yet another gasp from her. His cock seemed to beat, like a heartbeat, and his hips slowly began to still. The warmth seemed to spread, and Gabby realized his arms were around her. Her muscles, her body, was too tired to try and move. Retaliation, pushing for yet another time, those thoughts were just a jumbled mess inside her mind. She felt as though she were falling as he moved them only to be engulfed by the softness of the bed. It has seemed so strong, so sturdy just moments ago, and now it was a velvet blanket in which she rested upon. His kiss was unexpected. Gabby didn’t return it, but even in her own mind her reasons were blurred and faint. Then his lips were on her forehead, and the sound of his footsteps leaving the room left her alone. She looked towards the empty door he had left through. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. Call after him? Sleep? Take a shower? ‘A shower,’ she thought. Gabby finally felt how wet she was. Her body now coated in sweat, felt disgusting to her. She moved, trying to sit up, and there it was. ‘Did I….cum….that much?’ Gabby slowly snaked a hand down between her legs, and delved a finger inside her sore, wet pussy. Bringing them up to her eyes, she felt weak at the sight she took in. A white substance clung to her fingertips, and she knew what it was. ‘It’s not..mine. He..he..came..inside..of me. He fucking came inside of me!’

Her heart raced as she sat up, knowing his cum was inside her pussy. ‘How could he....We never talked….about this. Did I…..” Frantically she began to try and remember if she had taken her pill for the day. ‘No! I haven’t taken it for today. It’s not time yet!’ Gabby had to pull her body from the bed. Tired, sore, and weak from the physical exhaustion, she stumbled into the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. ‘My pills..are in my bedroom.’ Gabby knew it would be a slow climb, but it was one she had to make. Grabbing the hand rail, pulling her body up the stairs, she leaned against the wall, determined to make it up them. She could hear William and her mother talking. ‘No. Don’t make a sound. They can’t know..I’m here. I can’t..face them. Not after..what I’ve..done. No.’ Her face contorted as she held back her tears, inching down the hall into her room. Her pills were in the top drawer of her dresser. She punched one out of the case and, with a gulp of water, downed it.

Gabby looked out her window, contemplating jumping. ‘It would be a way out. They couldn’t touch me.’ Her eyes closed tight as she allowed a tear to escape. ‘What did I do? I..fucked..my dad. I fucked him, and I came! He came inside of me!’ The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. ‘I have to get out of here! I can’t..but he’ll find me. He’ll know if I try to get away.’ Turning towards her door, Gabby softly padded over to it. At the end of the hall was the answer she needed. Carefully, quietly, she made her way there and opened the door. The door would lead up to the attic. It had been her secret place, or so she called it. No one ever went up there for longer than a few minutes to put away a box or two. The door would close behind her as Gabby found solace on an old stack of blankets stashed away up there. She wept into it hoping they would think she ran away again. There was no desire to get up and leave, to try and run away. Gabby simply wanted to fade into nothing right then and there. She wanted them to forget about her so she could forget about everything, and everyone, else.

“Oh baby,” she told him, her eyes lighting up. “I love it! It’s perfect! You are such a brilliant man. Would you do this for me? I tell you what. If you and Ger do this for me, then I will fulfill any, and I do mean any fantasy the two of you have.” She smiled, wanting to kiss him again, when she thought she heard someone in the hall. “Perhaps your father is joining us again. I do wonder what he’s been up to,” she mused. “Perhaps Chloe has been..taken care of..by him. Maybe he can tell us how your sister is doing as well.” She leaned up, wanting to get up and go check on him, but collapsed back to the bed laughing. “if it is your father, he’ll have to come to me. I’ve been fucked hard, and I know my legs aren’t working right now.” She reached for him, allowing her fingers to trace along his skin. “You are so perfect my baby, and you are wearing me out,” she laughed. Though she did so, a part of her felt the despair of her daughter not being a part of their happy family, but Callie knew all in due time. If anything, they could all work together to make this dream of a loving family become a reality. “So William, are you going to get Sophie today?”

James entered the bathroom, steam still in the air. And it still smelled strongly of sex. He shook his head with a smile. Callie and William were incorrigible. Then again so was he, though that last time with Gabby left him feeling a little tapped. He wasn't as young as he used to be. He turned the shower on, along with the exhaust fan, helping vent out th steam, and the smell. It didn't bother him, but it was just common courtesy. In the shower he suppressed the urge to whistle as he cleaned the layers of sweat off of himself, along with the residue of Gabby. That thought left him smiling again, working away. Quite the day he'd had. He might even let Chloe out of the basement today.

There was a lot of progress made so far, with despite Gabby having already made it a third of the way through her times with him, that still meant there was much more to come. And if they had another time like that, maybe two more, he had little doubt she'd crack right down the middle. And then he'd be able to spend much more time with the Gabby that he'd met not ten minutes ago. And be able to introduce her to the rest of the family. And then they would all be able to properly enjoy life.

Anything? Wow, that sent William's mind whirling. He had a few thigns he might want to try, though if he was honest, he might just shuffle Ger off to teh side for that, adn claim the reward all himself. He let his mind wander, thinking about what he might want from Callie that he wasn't already getting. He knew now that she'd likely have sex anywhere, so placement wasn't a thing. He knew she'd jump at any attempt to be with him and another man, so that was also right out. Then the thought of having Callie and Chloe or Sophie at the same time wandered into his mind. Callie showing all of her experience and the other...hard to say. Chloe had experience, but in a different way, and he had no idea how Sophie would react to things. Still it appealed to him on some level. He'd have to see.
"I'll get her later tonight. When it's dark out, I'll amke the trip. I'll ask James for some advie, maybe some tools to make it easier." he said with a nod, getting himself in the mindset for what was going to be happening.

From where she rested, Gabby could see the sad remains of her family. Years past all collected, sorted out, and neatly packed away. ‘That’s what this family does. They store things away. Like the truth. Everything has to be in a neat, little box. I don’t want..to fit in..to their neat, little box. I want out!’ She turned her face into the blanket, realizing it was one Callie had, had made for her years ago. It was a patchwork blanket. The squares were various dresses she had worn over the years. Her years growing up all captured in this blanket. Callie had given it to her as a gift, telling her, “I want you to be able to wrap yourself up in the memories you have of growing up. You were always loved baby.” Gabby moved, disgusted by the blanket, by the thought behind it. She grabbed it, tearing at it, ripping it. ‘You bitch! I fucking hate you!’ Strands of the blanket dropped to the floor at her feet, and only when it had been reduced to nothing more than rags did she lie back down and begin to sob again.


Callie leaned up on the bed and gave William a look. “Someone is in the shower. I hear it. I think your father is upstairs. I wonder how things went with him?” She smirked, hoping for the best, but a thought began to creep into her mind, taking her smile away slowly. “What if..what if she hurt him..and he’s in there..washing off..the blood? William, I have to go check and make sure he’s alright.” Callie forced her body to the edge of the bed. It was her sheer will to make sure the man she loved was alright that drove her to stand on her shaky legs. Without the assistance of the nightstand, she would not have been able to. Taking a few steps, she quickly reached out to the wall. “If I call for you, come please.” It was a call Callie hoped she never had to make. Her feet shuffled along the floor as she made her way closer to the bedroom door. James had not come into the Master bathroom. Perhaps he had wanted to give them some privacy. That was a thought she wanted to hold on to. Her other thought was, was that he was so hurt, he simply went into the first bathroom he found. ‘Please. Don’t let that be the case.’ She reached the door and pushed it open. “James? Baby are you in here? Are you..alright? Please tell me you’re alright,” she said, her voice wavering slightly with her fear and concern.

William nodded as Callie heaved herself up. He sat up, nodding. He watched her go, fighting the impulse to follow her, but not for the same reasons as her. He was a young man, and had all of the impulses that came along with that.
"Of course, absolutely Callie." he agreed as she left. He stood up, stretching, making sure his legs were looser, but able to stand on them easily. If she needed his help, it was likely to be a very very bad thing.

James paused, hearing Callie entering the room. He slid the shower door open, and leaned his head out, dripping water.
"I'm fine love. Perfectly fine." He cracked a smile as he finished. "And from the look of this shower, and the way the room was, I'd say you're still getting along swimmingly with William. I assue that's why you're leaning on the wall."