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A New Dawn Ch. 02

By: amazed_n_confused



To make sense of this entry into the adventures of Dawn and Tom, you'll need to read the first installment of A New Dawn, which sets up how our hero met his lovely heroine, and how their first evening began. So, if you've done that, on with the story where we left off...

Tom and Dawn had fallen asleep together on Dawns large bed after her fantastic display of oral skill. Both had drunk rather a lot, and the comfort of snuggling up together had eased them both into blissful sleep.

Tom was the first to wake, and with a horrible thought. Had it all been a dream? An incredibly erotic dream, but a dream none the less. He felt Dawn move beside him, no not a dream then he smiled to himself. He watched her in the soft light from the bedside lamp, the sheet only covering her firm rounded arse. Hard to believe this beautiful creature had wanted him. Even harder to believe that she along with that pretty face, suckable tits and lovely bum she had a cock almost as big as his! Just the thought of it made his own cock stir beneath the covers, and his hand went down to stroke himself. Touching his own hardening cock was one thing, but what he really wanted was to touch Dawns. Tom had never had any interest in guys, but all he wanted right now, more than anything else in the world was Dawns cock in his hand.

He reached out his free hand and stroked her soft skin, making her smile and let out soft moans in her sleep. Spooning behind her, his hand traced slowly up and down her leg, gradually moving closer and closer to what he ached for. Sliding his fingertips up her inner thigh he reached his goal, and gently touched her hairless balls before moving further to her lovely cock. He was surprised to find that it was already becoming hard. Taking it in his hand his fingers wrapped around it he gripped it loosely. It felt so strange to be touching a cock other than his own, but somehow so right. As he slowly began to stroke Dawns length up and down, she shifted in her sleep and rolled onto her back, her legs parting slightly. Tom froze, had he woken her? He waited motionless for a moment, his hand never leaving her cock. She didn't seem to be awake, so he continued to play with her cock. It wasn't long before he could feel that she was fully erect in his hand and he realised that touching it wasn't enough; he wanted to see it as well. With his free hand he pulled back the sheet exposing her gorgeous body. He watched as his hand slid up and down her cock, feeling the warmth of it against his skin. It looked so erotic to him. A small bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and without even thinking about it he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the head of her cock, licking up the tiny amount of fluid. He savoured the taste on his tongue.

"Why not?" he thought to himself.

Releasing Dawns cock from his hand he got up and moved down to the foot of the bed. Quietly he moved up her body until his head was hovering over her crotch, and taking her cock in his hand once again he licked it. Again he licked, tasting her flesh. Again and again, before finally opening his mouth and taking the head inside. Gently he sucked on her hard cock, looking up at her face as he did so. He had never felt so turned on in his life, all he could think of was this beautiful woman with a cock and giving her as much pleasure as she had given him. Concentrating on his task it took him a moment to realise that a hand was stroking his hair. Looking up he saw Dawn looking back at him, a wide contented grin spread across her face.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice something as good as that happening to me you naughty boy? Dawn giggled.

"I'm sorry Dawn, but I just had too," Tom groaned, releasing her cock from between his lips. "You looked so sexy laid there, I wanted you so much."

"Mmmmm," Dawn moaned. "No need to apologise baby. You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth, suck on me some more!"

Tom smiled happily as he ducked his head once more and took Dawns cock between his lips. He tried to copy what she had done to pleasure him, swirling his tongue around the shaft as his head bobbed up and down, sucking hard. Looking at Dawn the whole time, he could see that he must be doing something right. Dawn was moving her head slowly from side to side, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her tongue playing across her lips. Her hips began to push upwards as her fingers ran through his hair and pushed his mouth harder onto her hard cock. This caused Tom to gag a little, and he managed to pull back enough to make it comfortable before starting again.

"Oh fuck Tom!" Dawn moaned. "That feels so good baby. Suck on my girly cock! Suck it! Suck it!"

Dawn's vocal outbursts spurred Tom on more. He took what he couldn't fit of Dawns cock in his hand and started stroking it hard, wanking her cock into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmm that's it my naughty boy, do it harder. Oh play with my arse! Please Tom play with my arse!"

Dawn's words were driving Tom wild. He loved dirty talk and he was happy to do whatever she wanted. Releasing her for a second, he dragged Dawns arse to the edge of the bed. Wrapping his lips back around her throbbing cock he pulled her arse cheeks apart and ran his index finger up and down the crack. Dawn let out a low, loud moan as he did so and pushed her arse towards him. Teasing her, he moved his finger away, casing her to moan again in disappointment. He kept up the teasing for a moment before finally pushing hard against her hole and entering her tight arse, right up to the knuckle.

"Oh YES!" Dawn shouted, her arse pushing down hard on Toms finger, trying to force more of it inside her.

Tom continued to finger fuck Dawns tight arse, sliding in an out, his mouth never leaving her hard hot cock. Suddenly Dawn pushed him away from her. Tom stared at her in confusion.

"Did I do something wrong?" he stuttered.

Dawn grinned her infectious grin at him, her face a picture of lust. "Oh no baby, you're great, I just want to change positions. Trust me, you'll love it my naughty boy. Lay on the bed."

Tom did as he was told and laid down as Dawn push a couple of pillows under his head, forcing hi head up. She straddled his chest, her hard cock, wet from his saliva and her pre-cum, bobbing in front of her.

"You've made me so fucking hard baby," Dawn breathed as she stroked her cock just inches from Toms face. "I want to do for you what you did for me. I want to fuck your face and cum all over you. Would my naughty boy like that? Hmm? Would he like to feel me fucking his mouth with my hard cock until I shoot into his waiting mouth? Until I spray my hot sticky girly cum all over him?"

"Oh fuck yes Dawn," Tom groaned. "Please do it!"

"Do what?" Dawn teased. "Tell Momma Dawn what you want."

"I want Momma Dawn to fuck my face until she cums all over me!"

"Mmmmmmm good boy,"

Dawn leaned forward, pushing her cock between Tom's lips and he began to suck as if his life depended on it. She grabbed his head and started to rock her hips back and forth, fucking his mouth like it was a wet cunt. Tom gagged again as she pushed deeper, but he didn't care anymore. He just wanted this gorgeous creature to cum! He wanted her to cum in his mouth, on his face, anywhere she wanted!

Dawns pace quickened, as did her breathing. She had been close before and there was no way she could hold back for long. Suddenly her lithe body tensed and she thrust forward. "YESSSSSS!" she screamed as her cock throbbed and a thick wad of cum hit the back of Toms throat, holding it there until cum oozed from between his lips. She pulled herself from his mouth and wanked her cock hard, shot after shot after shot raining down on Toms face and body. She kept on stroking he cock until every last drop was spent and collapsed onto Tom, her hot sticky cum sliding between their naked bodies. Looking at Tom she could see her cum all over his face, his happy face. She kissed him passionately, their tongues fighting against each other and their hands roaming over each other's sweaty, sticky bodies.

"Well, was I right?" she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. "Did my naughty boy enjoy it? Did he like getting all covered in Momma Dawns hot cum?"

"Mmmmm," Tom smiled. "He loved it. Loved the feel and especially the taste."

"Mmm well that's something we share then, because I love the taste of yours, and mine." With that, Dawn ran her long wet tongue across Toms skin, not stopping until she had licked and slurped every last drop from his body. Tom watched as she moved around, licking. The sight and feel made his cock grow even harder, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.

He pulled her up to face him and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue to taste more of her. Breaking the kiss he panted, "I want you Dawn. I want my cock inside you, I have to fuck you!"

"Oh yes!" Dawn moaned as she slid herself down his body, her arse coming to rest over his hard cock. "My naughty boy wants to fuck doesn't he? He wants to fill Momma Dawns arse-pussy up with his big, fat, throbbing cock." All the time she spoke she ground herself against his cock, rubbing hers against his. Reaching for the bedside cabinet she pulled open a drawer and fished out a jar of lubricant. Scooping out a handful she smeared it over her arsehole, pushing her fingers inside to get it nice and wet. Next she applied a generous amount to Toms cock, wanking him as she did so to get him as hard as she could. Holding Toms cock she hovered her arse over it, just letting the tip touch her tight puckered hole.

"Is this what my naughty boy wants?" Dawn teased as Tom desperately tried to push his hips upwards. "Does he want to fuck Momma Dawn as much as she wants to feel him inside her? Do you want me to ride your fat cock like a little cock hungry fuck slut?" Dawn's talk was getting dirtier and dirtier the more turned on she got. And so was Toms.

"Yes! I want you to ride my cock like a slut! I want to fuck your arse-pussy till you fucking beg me to cum in you! Sit on my cock you slut!"

"Oh YESSSS!" Dawn groaned as she pushed down hard, sinking herself onto Toms invading cock. She didn't stop; she didn't pause, until he was right inside her. Toms hands moved to her hips and slowly pulled her up, feeling his cock slip from inside her, before pulling her right back down onto him, making her moan out loud.

Dawn's hands fell to Tom's chest, supporting herself as she rode him, moaning continuously as his fat cock pushed deep inside her.

"That's it you fucking gorgeous slut, ride my cock! Fuck yourself with my hard fucking cock!" Tom groaned.

With her left hand still supporting her, Dawn gripped her hardening cock with the other as she began to slam down harder onto Tom. Tom watched her rise and fall on his shaft as her hand did the same along her cock, wanking herself hard as he pushed his hips upwards to meet her arse.

"Oh fuck Dawn you look so sexy," Tom panted. "Wank your girly cock Dawn, wank it hard!"

Their fucking became more and more frantic, each one aching for release. Tom knew he was close. The intense sensations in his cock were coursing through his body and he knew it wouldn't be long before he could hold back no more.

"Does Momma Dawn want her naughty boy to cum does she?" Tom asked as he gripped Dawns hips and pushed even harder into her. "Does she want to feel his hot cum filling her tight little arse-pussy? Is that what she wants?"

"Oh FUCK yes," Dawn wailed. "Fill my fucking arse you dirty fucker! Cum in my arse, cum in MEEEEE!"

Tom's hips pushed upwards hard as his cock throbbed and he started to cum. His cock pulsed as jet after jet of cum left his cock and entered Dawns tight arse until it began to leak out down the sides of his shaft. Dawn's arse contracted as she felt Tom cum and her hand moved faster along the length of her cock, until with a scream she came, firing her juices high across Toms body, leaving hot sticky pools of cum all over his face chest and stomach. Both continued to rock against each other until their mutual orgasms subsided and Tom shrinking cock slid from Dawns arse.

Falling onto Tom, Dawn hugged him tightly and kissed him gently.

"That was incredible Tom," she whispered in his ear. "We fuck so well together."

"Mmmm," Tom whispered back. "Can't argue with you there."

"I'll understand you know," said Dawn, suddenly becoming more serious. "If you don't want to do this again."

"Are you kidding?" Tom laughed. "Now I've found you, I'm never letting you go."

"I'm glad you said that Tom," Dawn said with a wicked grin. "Because we have so many more things to try."

To be continued... Hope you enjoyed it.

A New Dawn Ch. 02



Dawn couldn't help herself from being obvious as she looked at Lisa. Her look was too long and too studied to be polite. Lisa was wearing a midriff top, and an obvious push-up bra that made a gift-wrapped presentation of her chest. She had tight leather-effect trousers on and for the first time Dawn really appreciated what a fine figure she had. He slim waist made Dawn momentarily mournful for the tautness her skin was now losing. Not that she was bad for her age, but that smooth, elastic quality of skin is only found in the young, or those who exercise fanatically. Then she smiled and opened the door, "Come in Lisa, you look lovely tonight." They kissed on the cheek.

Philip emerged from the kitchen and repeated Dawn's appraisal, "wow, you going clubbing afterwards or something Lisa?"

The younger woman blushed slightly, "no, I just thought..." They all waited but she didn't complete the sentence and an awkward silence fell.

Dawn ushered Lisa in. "Right, we decided to go with the theme tonight and we've done pesto linguini and lamb with rosemary, just like I had that night at Antonia's. But first a drink."

They talked for a while, Lisa needed to relax, after feeling foolish for being overdressed. Both Dawn and Phillip were dressed in jeans and shirts. She had wanted to appear sexy, but when she was getting dressed she had changed repeatedly. Why did she want to look attractive? She had chastised herself for it, but her confidence had been shaken the last time by Dawn's story. She was accustomed to being the most attractive woman in a group and this usually sufficed to confer some measure of authority. But she had felt like a girl again, eager to be accepted by her older sister and her friends, whilst fearful of exposure. Always afraid they would trick you into displaying your naivety or innocence at the age when everyone wanted to be adult. She hadn't had that feeling for years now, but it had come back again at Dawn's last week. Dressing like this she felt she could regain some authority, could demonstrate that she wasn't inexperienced, that she deserved to be there. Then their lingering looks and comments had made her feel she had been too obvious, crass even and they would misinterpret what the clothes meant. She had detected the very obvious sexual undercurrent and given their stories she thought Phillip would want her, but she wasn't sure of Dawn. No mention had been made of encounters with women as yet, which she was grateful for. She thought she'd have to leave if it went that way. Lisa convinced herself she was gathering fantasies to spice up her sex life with Steve. Certainly they had been more active over the past few weeks. These stories had at least shaken some of her lethargy away.

Dawn and Lisa talked of work, the office gossip, who they disliked, while Phillip carefully selected jazz CDs and attended to the dinner and drinks. He interjected occasionally when they spoke of someone he knew, but he let them talk. Dawn had worked at the University for several years now, so she could pass on the big myths. Being relatively new Lisa was keen to hear all the gossip and intrigue. Phillip knew Dawn had been very cautious about telling Lisa her stories, since she did not like to involve work in her private life. It was a nice irony that many regarded Dawn as the quiet, model employee with a stable private life, whilst others became entangled in messy affairs. Dawn viewed them as amateurs, allowing sudden urges to be confused with love, simply because they had not gained enough experience to differentiate. As Dawn told Lisa of the investigation into financial dealings of one of the senior managment Phillip could see Lisa logging all of the information, she must have wished for a notepad to test herself on it over and over.

Dawn had made the decision that it must be Lisa to ask for the continuation of the story. But she also wanted to get through a good chunk tonight, so Phillip delayed the dinner while Dawn poured a third drink and slowly moved the conversation in the appropriate direction. Eventually Lisa found herself asking, "so, you were going to tell me how the rest of you're European trip panned out."

"Yes, why not? Have you had much time to think about the last one? Any thoughts?"

Lisa looked confused, she hadn't expected to have to interact on these, but merely be the passive recipient of the stories, "well, I thought it was quite interesting."

"Interesting? How? Did you find it exciting? Disgusting? What?"

Lisa cleared her throat, "exciting I guess." Feeling emboldened and determined not to be cowed she added, "Steve and I had a good fuck session that night."

"Did you tell him?"

"Oh God no. He wouldn't want me coming here, we'd have an argument, and he'd call you a slut. All that stuff. I hate it when he disapproves of my friends, so I just keep them separate."

"So you mean you initiated your session because the story excited you?"

Lisa snorted, "yeah, I guess so. Does it matter? We'd been talking about sex, so it's not that strange it would be on my mind. And I was a little drunk too."

Dawn indicated the end of the interrogation by popping a mint in her mouth. "Okay. Back to Italy then. So I stayed the night at Antonia and Marcello's. I slept fantastically well I must say. I'd been sleeping in cheap hotels and hostels for a week, so to spend a night in a good bed was very welcome. In keeping with Antonia's style of d cor the bed was very soft, with feather pillows and satin sheets. It was June then so although it would get much hotter it was still uncomfortably warm during the night. Those cool sheets and the enveloping mattress meant that once I'd stopped listening to them make love I slept straight through. I didn't hear them get up and was awoken by a knock at my door and Antonia enquiring `Dawn, are you awake?'

"I mumbled that I was and tried to look awake when she came in with a tray and some pastries. She was wearing a silk dressing gown, her hair ruffled. Like a lot of people who wear make-up all the time she looked incredibly pallid without it. She handed me the tray and sat on the edge of the bed. `Marcello has left for work already. He says he hopes you slept well and that he can see you tonight. If you do not have any immediate plans, I was hoping we might spend the day together in Florence. I have some shopping to do and we can have lunch.'

"I nodded whilst wiping some pastry from my mouth, `yes, that would be nice.'

" `Good' she patted my knee under the sheets. `I will need to get ready, so do not hurry to get up.' Then she left. I finished my coffee, took a shower and emptied the contents of my rucksack on to the bed. I was unsure of what to wear. I hadn't brought any smart clothes with me, yet I was sure Antonia would take us somewhere nice for lunch and she would be well dressed. I decided to wear linen trousers and a blouse, which I tucked in, just to give the appearance of smartness. This made it a little tight and I undid a few buttons to show some cleavage. Nothing beyond what you'd do any night out really, but I wasn't that used to making such a conscious decision about it. I'm afraid to admit I rather admired myself in the mirror a bit before going out into the lounge. Antonia still wasn't ready, she called out from her room to make myself comfortable. I watched a bit of Italian TV, but obviously didn't understand a word, so went and looked out of the window on to the little street below. When you encounter living clich s in life I always find it rather comforting, as if the world isn't as unpredictable or unknowable as you fear. This was one - there were three old Italian women, all large and dressed completely in black. They stood by one of the doorways talking, one even carried one of those wicker baskets. Four boys kicked a football up the street and were admonished by the women. Two old men sat by a table smoking and drinking coffee. You just wanted to stop everything and hold that scene. Anyway, I was feeling all romantic about travelling again when Antonia tapped me on the shoulder.

"She looked good. Here hair was immaculately placed again. She had on a black T-shirt and smart slacks. Her make-up, although heavier than I ever wear it, suited her, highlighting her strong features and broad mouth. She must have been about 38ish then, so not old at all, but with that arrogance and stupidity of a nineteen-year-old I thought this was ancient. I remember thinking, `I hope I look as good as her when I get to that age.' I think that now when I see attractive fifty-year-olds, so perhaps you never stop being condescending, you just shift the age limit.

"We took the train into Florence. On the way Antonia gave me some further insight into her married life and for all I knew then, all married life. `We are going to meet someone today Dawn. His name is Frederico. He is my lover.' I was a bit shocked, but mainly disappointed. I really wanted to believe she had a good marriage with Marcello. She continued, `you must understand, in Italy it is very common to have a lover. When we are young we are very close to our families and under their watch. It is maybe different now, but when I was young most men and women were virgins when they married. So we don't have the same sexual experience you young people do in Britain. When we get older and more confident, everyone begins to think they missed some fun, so they take lovers. Of course, we do not speak about it, Marcello would be angry if he knew, but it is accepted that it happens. You must not be caught, that is all. Who knows, maybe Marcello has a lover too. I think it is good for our marriage. You must understand that I love Marcello. I just want to experience sex with other men. You can understand that can't you?' Who was I to say anything?

`You will like Frederico, he is very sophisticated. He has a good business and a very beautiful wife'

"This puzzled me. The fact that he had a beautiful wife seemed to make him more attractive to Antonia. The looks of your wife demonstrated status, and so I think it made him more appealing, closer to the type of man her family would have wanted her to marry. It wasn't that she was unhappy with Marcello, but this was her way of having both aspects, the man she loved, but also dabbling in the life she could have had. Maybe it was a revenge thing on her family too.

"Anyway, we went into this old building down a side street, with just a brass plaque to indicate it was a business. I'm not sure what they did there exactly - handled exports I think. It didn't look much from the outside, a three storey-terrace with flaking and yellowing paint. Inside it was very swish though. Marbled hall, extravagant pot plants and neo-classical paintings. The receptionist smiled with an official air at Antonia. That smile told me a lot, firstly that the receptionist knew about Antonia and Frederico, but more importantly that it was nothing unusual or shocking, but a commonplace. I wondered whether every businessman was expected to have a lover, and positively frowned upon if they didn't. We sat in the waiting area, Antonia casually flicking through some fashion magazines. I didn't know what to expect really, but tried to look casual and unconcerned.

"The secretary told us to go up, and Antonia led me to the top of the building. I noticed a bit more haste in her than usual, so we were both slightly out of breath at the top of the stairs. Frederico met us at the top. He was a handsome man, I know that's an overused term, but he was classically handsome. He had a strong jaw, intelligent blue eyes, was 6-foot odd, and oozed confidence and charm. He was dressed so smartly, in a green, cotton suit and open necked shirt. His hair was groomed perfectly and he wore some square, designer glasses. I immediately felt scruffy and young. He must have been about 40, and I suddenly felt like a foolish child and started being clumsy. I didn't know whether to kiss him on greeting and stumbled forward awkwardly. He touched my arm and kissed me on both cheeks, smiling warmly.

"Antonia introduced us, `Frederico, this is Dawn, the young lady I told you about.' I looked at her sharply - she had told him about me. What had she told him? The story of the train yesterday? I think I flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. Already feeling nervous, this put me at even more of a disadvantage. He looked me up and down discretely, his gaze snagging on my breasts, which made me think she had told him.

`I understand you are travelling around Europe?' he asked, showing us into his office. It was incredibly light and spacious in there, the walls were all white, and these huge windows were open with long muslin curtains blowing gently. He had a large, antique desk facing towards us from the corner, a bookshelf and a long white leather sofa and two matching chairs against the back wall.

"I was telling him about my proposed route through Europe and in doing so, regaining some confidence. This was a topic I was comfortable with after all. He showed polite interest. `Can I get you ladies a drink?' he asked. His English was good, but unlike Antonia's it still carried a heavy Italian accent. It seemed like businessman's English. Antonia said she'd have a sweet wine, although it was fairly early still. I opted for a gin and tonic. Next to the book cabinet was a cupboard that he opened to reveal a drinks cabinet and fridge. `This is the sort of office I'd like' I thought.

"We sat down, Frederico next to me on the sofa and Antonia in a chair opposite us. We chatted quite easily for half an hour, and had a second round of drinks, but it had that feeling of waiting for something else to happen. And, just when I thought that maybe we'd be going to lunch soon, Antonia said `So, Dawn, after yesterday, would you like another adventure?' I tried not to look panicked and bought some time by placing my glass down slowly on the table. Looking steadily at Antonia I replied `Maybe, but that would depend what it was.'

"She smiled, `Oh, nothing like yesterday. I just wondered if you would like to make love to Frederico. I will go out and come back in an hour. I would like to give you as a gift to him. He will give you a very good time.' Christ, they didn't mess about. Actually I did want to fuck him pretty desperately. As soon as he'd greeted us and he had looked me over I thought it would be extremely pleasurable to have this experienced man undress me. It was still a shock when she put it so plainly though. I also found the idea of being given as a gift very erotic. I know all the stuff about being treated like an object, but it flattered me and the idea of being proffered up as a sexual present probably decided it for me.

"Frederico had turned on his side to face me, he lifted my hair over my shoulder. `Of course, if you do not want to, you can go for a walk and Antonia and I will make love. But I would love to be with you. I think you would enjoy it too.'

"What was I to do? I nodded. `Okay, nothing kinky though.' Frederico looked puzzled, and Antonia quickly translated what I meant by kinky. He laughed, `no, no, nothing "kinky" Dawn. There is no need for that.' That rather dismissive `no need for that' turned me on - kinkiness was for people who couldn't make love properly, whereas with Frederico there would be no need for additional stimulus. I was impatient for Antonia to leave now. She kissed Frederico and then me, whispering `relax and have a nice time.'

"When she left I felt momentarily awkward. How do you start this sort of thing when it's so explicit? Frederico moved over to me and started stroking my neck. `Relax, my beautiful girl. You have nothing to be nervous about. You are young and sexy, it is the old man like me who should be nervous before your flawlessness.' I mumbled something as he rubbed both shoulders and then began kissing the back of my neck. As he moved around the side of my neck the tension suddenly flooded away and I relaxed. He felt it in my shoulders and moved up to my mouth. I surprised myself with the passion of my kisses, grabbing the back of his head and forcing my tongue into his mouth. I felt very eager, but he dampened my youthful exuberance and kissed me with slow, longing desire, cupping my lips and chin as he stroked my back. I was already a mess of desire. I just wanted to touch him, but I knew the sort of desperate clawings you do as teenager when you reach the lust stage would not be appropriate here. The sex I had had up until then always seemed to be something that you rushed to get to, like a journey where you just wanted to reach the destination. This felt like a journey where the trip of itself was the most enjoyable part. He pulled away, and holding my face close said `undress for me Dawn. I want to watch see your body in the full light.'

"I stood up and for the second time in as many days stripped in front of a stranger. I kept my eyes locked on his, so as to avoid looking embarrassed and as a means of feeling in control. I slipped off my shoes and then unbuttoned my blouse to just below my bra. I then leant forward and stroked his cheek, giving him a good view of my cleavage. I kissed him and then pulled away, as his hand reached to stroke my thigh. I turned my back on him and looking coyly over my shoulder (I'd seen this in a film once and thought it would probably look good), undid my trousers and slid them down, arching my bum towards him as I did so. He reached up and stroked my buttocks, sliding a finger teasingly underneath. I would have been happy to stay there and let him take over, but I bit my lip and decided to continue. So I straightened up and turned to face him, stepping out of my trousers. I finished undoing my blouse and let it fall open. The look on his face told me it was working. He had his hand up to his mouth, trying to look composed, but his other hand was gently rubbing his crotch. I was a bit full of myself then, so slid my hand in my knickers, and closing my eyes, gently rubbed the outside of my pussy. I shrugged off my blouse and took off my bra, which I trailed over his face like a cheap stripper. 

"We kissed some more, and I took the hand that was on his crotch and placed it on my left breast. I was still standing, leaning over him and I rocked gently, his hand cupping my swaying breast, rolling the nipple between the fingers. I was so turned on by now, I really just wanted to rip his clothes off, and get his cock inside me. But I managed not to, I knew it would be better the longer I waited, and that such behaviour would demonstrate how young and inexperienced I was. Still, when he pulled me to him and laid me down on the sofa I nearly came with the first brush of his hand across my stomach. He knelt beside me, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he stroked my stomach and breasts. I just closed my eyes, smiling stupidly. Then he took my hand and standing in front of me, placed it on his belt buckle. I didn't need any further directions. I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, then peeled them down slowly. My look was fixated on his crotch. I had never anticipated seeing a cock as much as that one. Mario's and Franco's had been almost incidental the day before, I hadn't really thought of them much. But the anticipation and excitement this time had me wide-eyed. I don't know what I was expecting, they're all pretty much the same after all, but I just wanted to get at this one. He was wearing plain, expensive boxer shorts and it was straining at the fly, so I could some of the flesh beneath. He stepped adroitly from his trousers - no awkward stumbling here - coming toward me. I pulled the boxer shorts down, so his cock was dragged down and then suddenly freed, bobbing up like a ball in water. I all but devoured it, I had got myself so worked up in anticipation of it. After sucking rather greedily on it, I regained control and slowed down a bit. I remembered to look up at him while sliding it in my mouth to the halfway point. A previous boyfriend had been very keen on blowjobs and had told me that the best part was when he looked down and saw me looking up at him with his cock gliding in and out of my mouth. I guessed most men were the same here, and Frederico groaned appreciatively, stroking my hair. 




A New Dawn Ch. 02



"Then he pulled me away and pushed me down on to the sofa. He climbed on top and kissing my breasts, worked his way down to my panties, which he slid off. Then his tongue began exploring my fanny, first the slit, then my clitoris and lips, then kissing the whole area gently. He really did make love to it, kissing and nibbling the inside of my thigh and then working around my bush. I enjoy cunnilingus like most girls, but it sometimes seems a bit mechanical. This felt as though he adored the whole area, as if he was seducing my pussy. I was writhing around now, clenching and unclenching the sofa. I had worked myself up so much before that I was ready to come now. Just as I went to grip his hair and make him finish the job, he stopped and retraced his way up my body. I kissed him frantically, and he was talking away in Italian, a sexy, seductive dialogue that was all the more effective for being in a foreign language. It was Ben Webster's saxophone playing made flesh. I reached down and tried to guide him into me, unable to retain my detachment and becoming that impatient teenager. But he resisted, instead he picked me up and carried me over to the desk. I noticed he had put on a condom while he had been licking me out, for which I was grateful as I hadn't brought any and had forgotten about now. There he laid me down on my back and standing up, slid his cock in. I'm ashamed to admit I came almost instantly, I bucked a couple of times and swept an in-tray full of papers to the floor. But I didn't want to stop, and as the first waves subsided I felt like someone bobbing on large swells that never threatened to break. I could continue this way forever. A breeze was blowing the curtains around, so they flapped over near the desk. This Italian man was leaning over me, entering me with long powerful thrusts each one pushing me up the desk and then sliding down again, and I thought `I don't want this to stop - ever'. This was the first time I'd ever come and then carried on. Usually that signalled the end of the activity, and often I didn't get to come at all. But now I was in a kind of quietly blissful state and I just didn't want to stop. 

"I looked at Frederico, taking his body in for the first time really. He was in good shape, although you could see he had to work harder to keep it this way. I felt very comfortable with his body, the strong, yet not over-defined arms were very reassuring, and his broad chest was soft without being flabby. He was watching me and I tried to think what it looked like for him. Having seen a woman be fucked in this position since then I know it's a very erotic scene, to have her laid out before you, with each movement her breasts swell upwards and then flip over like waves being undercut by the back-swell. I have no idea how long we continued like this, I really did lose all perception of time. He kept up his monologue, like a seductive sound track. I thought he was going to come as he leant forward, kissing me breasts and speeding up his talk. I gripped his head to indicate it was okay with me if he wanted to push on, but with this he withdrew and brought his face up to mine, kissing me all over. I could feel his stiff cock lying against my belly. He led me over to the office chair. He sat on it and I lowered myself onto his lap, dangling me legs either side. He placed his hands either side of my rib cage and guided me up and down on his penis. Then I took over the pace and leant back, increasing the speed. I really wanted him to come now. He was sucking eagerly on my nipples, pushing the breasts together. I was using long sliding motions now, bringing his cock to the tip of my entrance, just when it was about to slip out and then pushing right down so it was deep inside me. I did this slowly at first and then faster and I knew he wouldn't last long then. I was close to coming a second time, the calm now gone and I knew this wouldn't be a quiet one. I just wanted both of us to last long enough. On a downward stroke I clenched my muscles and felt his cock twitch inside me. I then grabbed him behind the neck with one hand, pulling him to my chest and frantically rubbed my clit with my other hand. He was nearly shouting now, and pulled himself away from my chest as he arched back and gripped the seat of the chair. He let out a bellow and I banged up and down twice in his lap screaming "Oh God!". Then I came and I felt this liquid just pour out of me. I felt dizzy and collapsed forward onto his heaving chest, like a shipwreck survivor on a beach. I forgot to breathe momentarily. It all seemed too much, then I gasped quickly and clawed my way up to his face to kiss him.

"He smiled and gripped my hand in his. `Thankyou' I said, and I really meant it. This was by far the best fuck I had ever had. He kissed me softly, `no, thankyou. You are perfect.' I stayed hugging his chest for a while, his member shrinking inside me and him gently stroking my arm. Then he lifted me off and looking at a clock said `Antonia will be back soon. We should get dressed.' I looked disappointed. He laughed, `do not worry my sweet. You will have many more adventures like this. Let us remember this one as a perfect meeting.'

"I cleaned up with some tissues, then watched him get dressed. I was still reluctant to end the moment. I wanted to recapture it. Sensing this, he said `come, let me dress you.' Over by the sofa, he picked up my knickers and sitting me down, slid them on, stroking my legs as he did so, and then kissing the outside of the knickers when they were on. Then he sat behind me and put my blouse on, squeezing my breasts slightly as he reached round to button it. I gripped his hand and pushed it down to my pussy, `fuck me again Frederico' I whimpered. Quite shameless really. He pulled his hand up and kissed the back of my neck. `No, it would not be right to Antonia.' I felt jealous I think, I wanted this moment to continue and resented the interruption of the outside world. I knew I was behaving like a spoilt child who is being told they have to stop playing and visit relatives, but I couldn't stop myself. `I don't care,' I whined. `Make her wait. She can watch for all I care.'

"He came around the front of me. I was probably pouting. He lifted my head up and kissed me and just for a moment I felt a flush of excitement, `he is going to' I thought and I felt sick with anticipation. But then I realised it was a consoling kiss. `No,' he said, `that is not this moment.'

"I felt churlish and stupid then. Of course, as he had said, `there is no need'. He was continuing to speak, but I was already putting my trousers back on. `Let this moment be complete. It is perfect as it is and you should never threaten perfection.'

"I smiled up at him to show I understood. I was just fastening my trousers when there was a knock at the door. Frederico showed Antonia in. She looked around the room and took me in with a calm appraisal. I wasn't sure how this would go, whether she would actually be jealous although it had been at her instigation. She noticed the in-tray and papers I had knocked on to the floor and laughed, `It looks like you had a good time.'

"Frederico kissed her, `it was lovely, thankyou for your gift.'

"She came over to me, kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear, `I want to hear every detail tonight. You look as though you have had the fuck of your life.'

"I giggled, `I have, thankyou Antonia.'

"Then she reached down and picked up my bra from the floor. I had been so intent on trying to persuade Frederico to make love to me again, that I hadn't registered he had put my blouse on without it. `Do you want this?' she asked, dangling it in front of me jokingly, like the evidence from a crime. I blushed and reached out for it, but Frederico intercepted it.

"He passed it to Antonia, `No, put it in your bag for now. I want to show you your power Dawn.' I stayed motionless, unsure of what he meant. He undid three buttons of my blouse to below my breasts. Then he slid a hand inside and pulled each breast centrally and rolled his thumb over each nipple. I let out a small gasp and my nipples immediately hardened. Then he reached down and tucked my blouse in tightly in my trousers. The blouse now stretched upwards towards my breasts, with two prominent points poking through, and gaped open revealing my cleavage. I felt undressed. Frederico stepped back and nodded approvingly. `What do you think Antonia?'. She gazed at my breasts for what seemed an indecent time, which made my nipples harder. `Blatant sex,' she concluded.

"Frederico swept his arms around us. `Let us go for lunch.' As we went past the receptionist she gave me a look that said she knew full well what we had been doing (she had probably heard it anyway). It was a strange feeling - I was at once empowered because I had just had a very strong experience while these two women had been carrying on as normal, and yet also demeaned, like I was the weak girl who allowed herself to be manipulated and everyone was in a position of authority because they knew more about me than I did about them. Frederico took us to a smart restaurant, where I felt a little out of place. I moved my hand to button on my blouse more, but Frederico stopped me, `no, wait and watch.' I looked to Antonia for guidance and she smiled reassuringly, so I let my hand drop. I looked down - my blouse was open to just below the apex of my breasts and its tightness forced them together so I had four inches or so of cleavage. The blouse closed together so opposite you would see some of the upper flesh and the well-defined cleavage, but nothing too much. From my vantagepoint you could see most of the breasts down to the aureola. It seems stupid now, I've seen girls go out clubbing wearing just bras, and I've been much more daring since. But I did feel exposed and rather blatant, as if I was advertising what had happened to me over the past few days. I obviously wasn't quite comfortable with this yet and probably not sufficiently in control. Which is what Frederico wanted to teach me.

"The waiter brought the menus over, took our drinks order and went away. I didn't pay much attention, but after he had gone Frederico said `did you see how he stared at your breasts? He almost forgot to take our order. That is what you must appreciate, you have enormous power over men. When he comes back you must lean forward and use your arms to squeeze your breasts together. Watch his reaction.' Well, I wasn't so na ve that I didn't know men ogled at tits rather obviously and at any opportunity. But of course, I followed his instructions. When the waiter returned to take our order I leant forward propping my elbows on the table. This pushed my exposed breasts together and upward so they almost popped out of my blouse like toothpaste from a tube. The waiter had positioned himself behind me so as to gain a good view over my shoulder. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell by the reaction of Frederico and Antonia that it was working. He stumbled over the order, repeating items. I turned and gave him a sweet smile, and as I did so the blouse slid to reveal most of my right breast. It caught on the hard nipple, which prevented it from slipping out completely. He guiltily looked back to my eyes and I gave him a wink. Then, just as obviously as he had been looking at my chest, I looked at his crotch and noticed a bulge arching to his left pocket. We handed back our menus and he left, giving me one last look over his shoulder.

"Antonio smirked, `you little slut, I saw the wink you gave him.'

"Frederico laughed, `see? You were in control of that situation. Now it is your decision. You know he wants you, but you can have him or not - as you please. Do you want him?'

"I pondered this. I was feeling turned on again. The fact that I had wanted more from my session with Frederico had left me with a faint tingle, and this obvious sexual interchange had me twitching my buttocks in mild excitement. But I thought enough was enough. I hadn't even looked at him properly. I could pass him in the street ten minutes from now and not recognise him. `No, I don't think so. Unless you want me to.' And if had said yes, I would have done. I quite like that feeling of being directed by someone you trust. But he shook his head, `no, that is not necessary.'

"The food came and I made an effort to continue a conversation with Antonia to signal I wasn't playing any more. Then another waiter came over and asked if everything was all right. He lingered longer than was necessary and when he left Antonia commented, `I think we will get a lot of attention. Your friend has told the other one to come and have a look.' Sure enough the two waiters managed to find excuses to come to our table and attempted conversation. I felt on display, but also enjoyed the playful, knowing tease. I stretched and yawned for the last one, arching my back and pushing my chest out. For one exhilarating moment I thought the blouse was going to burst opens. My two hard nipples pointed accusingly at Frederico and Antonia through the distressed fabric. The waiter made no attempt at disguise this time and stopped talking and simply stared. He turned to Frederico and said something in Italian, indicating me, Frederico and Antonia then joined in and they had a conversation which was obviously about me, but as if I was absent. Again, this being treated like an object should have appalled me, but I found it very erotic. The conversation finished and the waiter stood there smiling sweetly. I looked to Frederico for explanation. He laughed, `He said he thinks you are the type of girl no-one can satisfy, but he would love to try. I told him I had spent the morning trying.' He was quite unashamed about it, which pre-empted my anger. `Antonia told him you had fucked two strangers on a train yesterday and that wasn't enough for you. He asked if you would like to come round the back and him and his friend would try. He is waiting for an answer.' I had a powerful vision of going out the back of the restaurant and letting both waiters fuck me. Something strange was happening to me, these weren't my usual kind of thoughts. I did actually consider it. But I shook my head, the fun here had been in the teasing, the act would be redundant, `no, thankyou.' The waiter looked crestfallen, but he sighed comically and left. Antonia beamed approvingly. I had made the right choice. This is what they had wanted to show me, that the decision was mine.

"Then we talked about my trip and they asked what I planned to do. I had intended to go south, to Rome and Naples, then across to Greece. But money was a factor and I wanted to stay out here as long as possible I explained. `Can you do bar work?' Frederico asked.

"I had worked behind the bar at University, and in our local pub. I found it easy work and had always been popular. `Good,' he was taking a mobile phone from his brief case. They were something of a rarity then, this one was like an army radio unit. `I have a friend who runs a bar in a resort on Capri. He likes to attract English and German tourists.'

"I butted in, `oh, I speak German.' He nodded, dialling the number, `Excellent then. He can give you a job I am sure. Would you like that?' It sounded ideal, so after a brief conversation with his friend in Italian he hung up and took out a piece of paper. `It is all settled. This is the name of the bar, his name is Guiseppe. He is an old friend of mine and a good man. There is plenty of cheap accommodation around there, so I've asked him to arrange something for you. I've told him to pay you a proper wage too. He has his daughter coming back in three weeks and she will want the job then, but until then it is yours.'

"I was very grateful, although I wondered what else he had told him. Again I felt at a disadvantage, which was unnerving. Still, as Frederico had been illustrating I could be in control, so nothing need happen I didn't want to. I thought I'd quiz Antonia on what Frederico had said to Guiseppe later.

"It was Antonia who was looking at me very seriously now and asking, `Dawn, do you think that after yesterday and today you will be having the same type of trip you planned originally?'

"I blushed, because this was exactly what I had been thinking after the flirtation with the waiters. I didn't care about seeing Europe now. `No, I don't think it can. To be honest I wasn't sure what it was I wanted when I came away. I just wanted adventure. I thought maybe I might meet some people, but I didn't anticipate having sex with three strangers in two days, all of them older than me. I thought maybe I'd have a holiday romance, but not become some kind of slut. I don't know now. The truth is I've enjoyed it. These have been the most eventful two days of my life.' I touched Frederico's hand and continued, `and that was the best fuck I have ever had. It's made me think about what I want.'

"Antonia took my hand from Frederico's and placed it between both of hers. `Dawn, I envy you. I love Marcello and I enjoy being with Frederico, but if I could be young again I would do it differently. You are very beautiful, and as we have seen, incredibly sexy. But a lot of young girls have those attributes. In addition you are intelligent and liberated. Look at what you have done over the past two days. Most young girls would deny themselves these experiences. You can have an exciting life, one that appears conventional and yet has this other side. And no one gets hurt and you have fun. Yes if I was your age I would be a slut too, before the things which aren't important at all become the only things in your life,'

"She was clever that Antonia. She moulded me over those two days and set the direction of the next 12 years of my life. I think she understood perfectly well that had I just had the encounter with Mario and Franco I would have dismissed it as a one off and probably been appalled with myself. The first step in altering that was the way she had made me describe it in such detail the night before. In doing so she had forced me to overcome any shame about the episode. The second stage was in making love to Frederico. Had I not had another encounter almost immediately I would have reflected on it too long. The next action was the one that sealed it. Just like parents are sometimes accused of living the lives they didn't have through their children, so I think Antonia saw in me a chance to vicariously enjoy the sexual life she now regretted not having. Her affair with Frederico was part of this, as she had explained on the train, the feeling of having let the youthful years be wasted in caution. She could only go so far now she felt, but with me she saw unbounded possibilities.

"The first waiter was back with coffees. I had forgotten my blouse was half-open and wondered why he was looking at me. I ignored him, the moment had passed. He turned away rather huffily. Frederico chuckled at this, `So Dawn, have you decided what it is you want?'

"I sat up straight, looked firmly at Antonia and then at Frederico and said `Yes. I want more sex.'"

Dawn sat back, lit a cigarette and said, "So there you have it. My transformation was complete. I'd gone from quiet middle-class girl to sex kitten in two days."

Lisa was looking slightly flustered. Her nipples were erect and were pronounced through the fabric of her top. Being aroused in front of other people was a new experience for her and she had no experience of how to behave. When she spoke it was with a shaky voice. `Wow Dawn. That was some story. I'm feeling all hot."

Phillip stood up to fetch the food and an obvious erection stretched at his trousers, almost eye level with Lisa. Dawn laughed, `careful with that thing Phillip, you'll knock something over."

For a moment all three of them stared at the lump in his trousers, like an unexpected guest. "Sorry," he said, readjusting himself, "no matter how many times I hear these stories they still turn me on."




A New Dawn Ch. 02



Lisa giggled nervously, "Don't you get jealous?"

"Of course he doesn't. He's got just as many stories, if not more. Perhaps he'll tell you those some day."

"I'd like that. But I want to hear more about your Europe trip first. What happened in Naples?"

Dawn waved her away, "no that's for tomorrow night. We still have the afternoon in Florence to get through yet."

"There's more in Florence?" Lisa was jokingly shocked. "This is almost becoming real-time."

"Let's have dinner first, sex stories always spoil a good meal I think." Phillip brought the pasta in a large bowl to the table and they helped themselves. Whilst they ate no-one spoke. Like at a funeral it became difficult to find other subjects apart from the one they really wanted to talk about. Each topic seemed to stumble back to the story Dawn had just told, like drunks finding their way home. So when Lisa complimented them on the food, Dawn found herself saying "yes, when Antonia cooked it..oh, well." Some casual conversation arouse with the arrival of the lamb, but dinner was rushed, because all three wanted to return to the main event.

When Phillip had opened more wine Dawn was ready to recommence. 



A New Dawn Ch. 02



Dear Reader,

This story didn't go where I thought it was going. I don't know whether this happens to most writers but with me, with this one, the characters decided what they were going to say and do and I just wrote about it.

Please read Chapter 1 first. Some of this won't make a lot of sense unless you do.

Best Regards,

Chunks

My brother was killed on Monday. On Monday night my brother's daughter came to stay with me. Today, Tuesday morning, we'd had sex. Several times. I figured my shot at the Uncle of the Year Award was maybe slipping away from me a little. 

Dawn was lying face down on the living room couch and I was lying on top of her, taking her slowly and gently from behind. My hands were cupped around her tits and I was thrusting into her with a nice, easy rhythm and we were soul kissing and she was moaning into my mouth. 

"Tell me again, Johnny," she said. 

"Incest," I said. "California penal code section 285. We could both go to state prison, theoretically."

"And realistically?"

"The state wouldn't prosecute," I said. "I'd lose my job though, most likely. Have to find some other way to make money." 

She adjusted the angle of her ass to maximize her pleasure at my thrusts. "285," she said. "You have those all memorized?"

"Hell no," I said. "Just the biggies. Incest, I had to look up."

She giggled, then tensed. Within the space of a few seconds she did the thing I was beginning to love so much. As I sawed back and forth into her, her breathing became ragged and she began pushing her ass back into me, then she moaned and as her pussy clenched around me she screamed into the pillow. I teased her nipples to prolong her orgasm as her body threatened to dismount me and she yelled obscenities, and my name, into the muffling pillowcase. I stayed inside her but didn't move.

"Holy crap," she said when she'd recovered. "That one almost killed me. I'm running out of energy to have them. Are you close?"

"No," I said. 

"Oh God," she said. "You're going to kill me, Johnny. But what a way to go." She moved away and I slipped out of her. She turned around and pushed me onto my back and took my erection into her hand and began to stroke me fast and hard.

"Cum for me Johnny," she said. "I want to hear you scream again. Come on, baby. Cum for me, lover."

"I will," I said. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. "I'm getting closer now."

Her hand sped up and tightened around me.

"I love this, Johnny. I love you and I love doing this with you. I've never had a lover that makes me feel as good as you make me feel. Cum for me, I want to see it."

"Oh God," I said. "Dawn, I'm going to cum. Ungh.... Right now! Cumming!!"

She quickly wrapped her lips around my cock as I yelled and my back arched and the feeling of incredible pleasure engulfed me again and I came hard into my niece's mouth. She moaned and swallowed as I held her head and emptied myself into her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer as though she couldn't get enough of me into her mouth, and her other hand stroked up and down my chest and belly as I spurted onto her tongue. 

"You taste good, Johnny," she said when I was finished.

"Oh my fucking God," I said. I opened my eyes to look at her, and beyond her I saw Mary Beth standing in the kitchen, watching us.

"Hello," I said.

"That was pretty fucking hot," she said. Dawn rolled around and looked at her.

"I'm sorry," Mary Beth said. "I came looking for coffee and I should have left when I saw what was going on, but I didn't want to. I wanted to watch. You guys are hot."

"It's okay, Babe," I said, and when Dawn looked at me with an indignant expression I said, "Hey, Mary Beth is my best friend. She has free reign here. She has a key to the place and if the door's unlocked she can come in without knocking. I've never had anything to hide from her and I don't want to start now."

Dawn considered this for a while, then giggled and said, "Okay. At least I know she's not going to steal you away from me." She laid her head back down on my thigh and continued slowly stroking me. 

Mary Beth walked over to us and looked at me. "Why are you still hard?" she said.

"Because a gorgeous blonde girl is laying here next to me and playing with me," I said. I reached down and toyed with Dawn's nipple, making her shiver. "And a gorgeous brunette is standing there watching us."

Mary Beth blushed and said, "Thanks Babe. I understand. Gorgeous blonde girls do a number on me, too. Can I bring you guys some coffee?"

I looked at the clock. 10:27 AM. "No," I said. "I want champagne. Dawn?"

"I'm only 17," she said. "No, wait... I'm 18, today's my birthday! Happy Birthday to me!" She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it for a little while, then looked up and smiled. "I like my present!" she said. "Anyway, I'm not allowed to have alcohol."

I looked down at her hand wrapped around my cock, then back up at her face, and gave her my best ironic look. She laughed at me.

"Okay," she giggled, "champagne it is."

Mary Beth went to the refrigerator to open a bottle of Barefoot Bubbly.

"What time were you born?" I said.

"Why?"

"California Penal Code 261.5," I said. "Unlawful sexual intercourse. If I had sex with you while you were still 17 I'd be charged with a misdemeanor offense, possibly a felony offense if they were really pissed at me. Incest plus statutory rape... yeah, I'm thinking state prison for sure."

"Oh my God, Johnny," Dawn said as she crawled up my body. She centered herself over my erection and I groaned as she settled down on me, impaling herself on my cock. She began to move on me slowly, lifting herself until I was almost out of her and then gliding back down until I was fully seated within her.

"Oh my God, Johnny" she said again. "I might still be 17. Who knows? You could be raping your little niece. Heavens, what will people think?"

I grabbed her hips and stopped her. "Dawn, don't," I said. "Please. It's bad enough that I can't resist you. Don't tell me that you're under age. I'm supposed to protect you, and I never even thought to ask your age. I'm the worst fucking uncle ever."

Dawn leaned down and hugged me. "I'm sorry Johnny, I'm so sorry. I was just teasing you. I love you, Baby. You do protect me. You're the best fucking uncle ever." She started to giggle, and started moving again, riding my hard cock. "Best fucking," she said, giggling again.

"They go by dates," Mary Beth said as she sat our champagne down on the coffee table. "Doesn't matter what time she was born. Today, she's 18." She sat down on the loveseat and sipped her champagne and watched Dawn ride my cock.

Dawn leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's true, they go by dates, but... 9:30 PM," she said. "Just so you know. I may be legal, but you're fucking a 17 year old. How does it feel?"

I looked at her and put my hand on her face and caressed her cheek. "Fucking incredible," I said. "Worth the jail time." An errant tear ran down my face as I said, "I love you, Dawn."

She stopped moving on me. She moved her hand to my face and wiped the tear away and then pressed her lips to mine. 

"Oh God, Johnny, I love you so much. You've always been there for me and I've wanted you for so long. I never thought I would have you. This is so wonderful. Thank you. Thank you for my birthday present, Baby." 

"You're welcome, Sweetie," I said. "I've always loved you, and given the beautiful and sexy woman you've become I've had improper thoughts about you for some time now. So this is a pretty sweet present for me, too." I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She gasped, then moaned as Mary Beth appeared next to us and sucked Dawn's other nipple into her mouth. I glanced sideways at her. She had shucked her clothes and was gloriously naked, just like us. Her body was beautiful.

"Oh my God," Dawn said. She looked down at the two of us, watching us suck her breasts, and started riding me harder.

Mary Beth licked her way down Dawn's flat little tummy and began tonguing her clit. Dawn groaned and grabbed Mary Beth's head. Mary Beth put her hand on my abs for support. Because Dawn was moving on me, Mary Beth's tongue alternated between licking Dawn and licking my cock. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt.

Dawn stopped moving then slowly lifted off me. Mary Beth followed, lapping at her cunt and simultaneously licking away at my cock. Dawn pulled all the way off me and rolled onto the couch next to me, watching. Mary Beth's tongue was still all over my cock. She stopped and looked at us, seeming to suddenly realize what she was doing. Dawn giggled. Mary Beth grinned sheepishly.

"Hey," she said, "I've always wanted to see what it's like. Dawn, you were right, you know, you don't have to worry about me. I love Johnny but I'm not going to steal him away from you. I just want to see what he tastes like. I've just always wanted to try this on a guy." And with that she sucked my cock into her mouth. Dawn and I both groaned, and Dawn leaned into me and kissed me hard. 

"Your lesbian girlfriend really is your girlfriend now, Johnny," she said. "And I don't mind sharing."

Mary Beth may be a lesbian but she was sucking my cock like she'd done it all her life. Her tongue had a dexterity and strength that would make a porn star jealous. She sucked me hard while her tongue worked magic on the sensitive underside of my cock. She cupped my balls and bobbed up and down with furious intent. I knew she would make me cum soon and I wanted that, to cum hard in her mouth, to turn our friendship into something forever much closer, but I also wanted something else even more. I grabbed Mary Beth's head and stopped her and pulled her up and slid down the sofa until I could kiss her, a passionate tongue-battling kiss. She pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Why did you stop me, Johnny?" she said. "I want to make you cum. I want to see what it tastes like."

I groaned at the thought of that, but said, "I want that too, Babe, but first things first, you have to finish what you started," and pushed Mary Beth's head down into Dawn's crotch. Being a good lesbian girlfriend, Mary Beth went right for Dawn's clit. 

Dawn's eyes opened wide and she looked at me and started to say something but then she lay back down on the couch and moaned and her hands buried themselves in Mary Beth's hair and pulled her head into her pussy. All the while, her eyes were open wide and locked on mine.

"But..." Dawn said. "But..."

"I know you're not gay," Mary Beth said as she slipped a finger into Dawn's wet pussy. "But I am, and I was just sucking your uncle's cock and loving it. All bets are off, so just settle back and enjoy the ride. We're all just friends and lovers today. Besides, I'm really good at this." She licked the length of Dawn's slit and moved to suck her clit and Dawn groaned and thrashed on the couch and wrapped her arms around Mary Beth's head.

Mary Beth's ass was on display in front of me, high in the air as she knelt on the couch driving Dawn into the first of a series of orgasms. I'm not gay either, I thought, and a guy can only take so much. I thought about asking permission first but I didn't, hoping our friendship and the heat of the moment would make it okay. I grabbed Mary Beth's hips and waited a moment to see if she would resist, and when I saw that she was simply continuing her good work on Dawn I guided the head of my cock to her opening and drove myself fully into her.

Mary Beth lifted off Dawn and screamed and I stopped moving, buried deeply in her, afraid that my judgment was horribly wrong. But then her head whipped around and she looked at me with a wild-eyed expression and said, "Yes, Johnny!" and I cupped her breasts and began to slam into her. 

Dawn's eyes were wide open, watching me fuck Mary Beth. I suddenly realized that in this convoluted new game of friendship and love and incest, I might be hurting someone I dearly loved. I stopped moving again and said, "Dawn?"

She just smiled at me and said, "It's about time for you two. Gay or straight, you're made for each other." Then her gaze lost focus and her head whipped back and she screamed out another climax. I started moving again inside Mary Beth and she raised her head off of Dawn and put her hands on the sofa and pushed back against me and I hammered into her and she started a slow, keening wail and then came hard, her pussy clamping down on my cock. She yelled my name over and over and moaned as her juices coated my cock. 

"Going to cum," I panted as I slammed her fast and hard.

"In me," she moaned.

"Fuck, fuck, oh FUCK!" I yelled and pulled her tightly against me and spurted my cum deep inside my lesbian girlfriend. Or maybe bisexual girlfriend. Just girlfriend, I decided as the waves of pleasure took me and weakened my knees, and I collapsed on top of Mary Beth and she in turn fell onto Dawn.

I held Mary Beth against me and gently rubbed her breasts and kissed her back. "Thank you," I said. "You are a fucking awesome lover. I love you, Mary Beth."

She shuddered in my embrace and it took me a few moments to realize that she was crying. Oh no, I thought. What had I done? And what in the world could I possibly do to make it right?

But then she turned around and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth and wrestling with mine. 

"Johnny, I've wanted this for so long," she said. "I fought against it and would have never initiated it, and I'd started to think that you never would either."

I looked down at her and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She held me tight.

"I'm still a lesbian," she said. "Or at least I think I am. I'm not attracted to men. But I am attracted to you." She kissed me. "I want to be yours but I'm still going to want women. Is that going to be okay?"

"I think I have a solution," Dawn said. Mary Beth squealed in my arms as Dawn moved between her legs and began to lick and suck my cum from her pussy. My overworked cock instantly became rigid again.

"Fuck me, that's a pretty good solution," I said. "We should take this solution to the bedroom."

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom and laid down on my king sized bed, Dawn on one side of me and Mary Beth on the other. I suddenly realized that this was the first time the three of us were going to intentionally initiate sex as a threesome and I had no real idea how to start. I loved them both and didn't want to hurt either of them. If I started with Mary Beth, how would Dawn feel? And vice-versa. 

I was just about to voice my concerns when the girls solved it, at least for this time. Dawn rolled onto her side and kissed me, and Mary Beth moved down my body and engulfed my hard cock into her warm, wet mouth. I put one hand lightly on the back of Mary Beth's head and my other hand found Dawn's breasts and played with her nipples as our tongues did battle.

I had recently cum and so I figured Mary Beth would be down there for some time but it didn't work out that way. Her mouth felt so good on my cock that after only a few minutes my body betrayed me and I felt the first tingles of an orgasm. I started bucking my hips up off the bed, face fucking her, and she must have realized that meant I was close because she increased her suction level to 'Incredible' and matched my thrusts.

I've watched some porn in my life and know that some of the guys groan when they cum, and some can actually talk through their orgasms. Me? I yell. It's involuntary. So when I exploded onto Mary Beth's tongue I yelled right into Dawn's mouth. She pulled away and looked down at me as my back arched and my head whipped back and forth and I rode the rushing wave of pleasure that a great orgasm is. 

"It's fun to watch you cum, Johnny," she said, and kissed me passionately again.

Mary Beth finished sucking me dry and let my cock pop out of her mouth. She moved back up my body and put her hand on the back of Dawn's head. When Dawn looked up, Mary Beth drew her into a kiss. Watching them it became clear to me that Mary Beth had saved my cum in her mouth and that they were now busily swapping it back and forth between them. Improbably, my cock began to show signs of life. How many times had I already cum today? I felt like I was 18 again.

They both swallowed and finished their kiss.

"Thanks Babe, that was delish," said Dawn.

"Yeah, it was," Mary Beth said. "You know, I've sucked on fake cocks and been fucked with strap-ons, but it turns out that nothing feels like a real live cock that's attached to a man you love. And none of my toys can do what Johnny's cock just did."

"It's going to do it again pretty soon," I said. Both girls looked down and back up at me and laughed. 

"You're insatiable," Dawn said. "I like that in a man.

We laughed with each other and played with each other and loved each other until at last, exhausted, we fell asleep.

----------

I quickly came wide awake and sat up in bed. I listened hard and heard the distant tinkling of glass that indicated someone was clearing sharp remnants before reaching through a shattered window pane. On the kitchen door, I assumed. 

I roused my women and told them what was happening. I reached over Dawn and opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the Glock and thumbed the safety and handed it to her. 

"I'm going downstairs. Shoot anyone that tries to come up. Got it?" She gave me a wide eyed nod.

I handed the phone to Mary Beth. "Call 911," I said. "Tell them the address and my name and that an LAPD Pacific Division officer needs assistance. 'Officer needs assistance.' Those words exactly, okay?" Mary Beth nodded and dialed.

I moved to jump out of the bed but Dawn grabbed me.

"No Johnny, wait here, let's fight them here!"

I pulled my arm away and held her face and forced her to look at me and growled, "I'm not going to let them get here. They're not getting anywhere near you two." I pulled out of her grasp and ran for the stairs. My bare feet made no noise as I descended. I heard muttered cursing from the direction of the kitchen and I smiled. Whoever the perp was, he'd just discovered that the kitchen door was locked by a deadbolt that required a key on the inside, and there was no key there.

I thought about grabbing a knife from the kitchen but I didn't want to make myself a target or even let them know that I was awake and downstairs. I looked around the darkened living room for something, anything that I could use as a weapon. I settled on a copy of The Economist magazine. I rolled it as tightly as I could and held the middle of it in my right hand. A rolled up magazine can actually be a pretty formidable weapon, especially in the hands of someone who knows how to fight, but it wouldn't be much use if my attackers had guns. I vowed that if I survived this night I would buy the shotgun I'd been considering.

I figured the guys outside were scratching their heads and trying to decide their next move. If they battered down the kitchen door or broke the sliding glass patio door they'd make enough noise to wake everyone inside and lose the element of surprise they thought they had. Same with the living room door which was also dead bolted but, unlike the kitchen door, had no small window panes to knock out. I decided that they'd either come in through the kitchen window over the sink or through one of the living room windows, and thought about where I should position myself to be ready for either approach. 

As my enemies and I considered what to do next I heard the faint wail of a police siren, quickly joined by a second. I smiled as they rapidly got louder. The cavalry, right on time. If my attackers had any functioning brain cells they would have bugged out at the first hint of a siren. As the police cars pulled up outside I tossed the magazine on the coffee table and turned on the living room lights. I unlocked and opened the kitchen door, yelled for Dawn and Mary Beth to come down without the gun, and opened the front door.




A New Dawn Ch. 02



Two cops, one big and muscled and one VERY big and muscled, guns drawn but pointed down. 

"Thanks for coming, guys," I said. "I'm the cop that called you."

"Can you prove it?" Big said.

That's when I realized I was naked. Not that the cops would much care; we see that kind of thing all the time.

"I don't seem to have my badge on me at the moment, but we can go upstairs and get it after you guys clear the downstairs."

"Jesus Christ," Very Big muttered as he looked over my shoulder. I turned to follow his gaze and saw Dawn and Mary Beth coming down the stairs. Neither one of them had taken the time to put anything on.

"Dawn, Sweetie, can you please go back upstairs and bring down my badge? It's on the nightstand that the Glock was in."

"Don't bother, I know him," said a female voice. Two more cops, a man and a woman, walked in from the kitchen. The woman looked me over and grinned.

"Hi there Johnny," she said. "Nice to... see you."

"Hello, Jen," I said. "Sorry about the nudity. We were upstairs in bed when I heard them break the window."

Jen looked at the two beautiful naked girls standing on the stairway and then back at me, still grinning. "Lucky bastard," she said.

I grinned back at her. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. The upstairs is clear, by the way." Everyone holstered their weapons.

Big said, "We're going to take a walk around the outside of the house and see what we can find. C'mon, partner." Very Big, still staring at my women, ignored him. "Hey," Big said, snapping his fingers in front of his partner's face. That got his attention. They both pulled out flashlights and walked away.

"Wanna tell us what happened, Johnny?" Jen said.

"Yeah. We'll go put some clothes on first."

"Don't bother," she said. "I'm thoroughly enjoying this and by the looks of my partner here, so is he." 

He was staring at me, not at the girls. "You're in really good shape," he said.

Jen grinned at me again. "Gay as can be," she said.

"Okay," I said. "I'm a household nudist so it doesn't bother me. Mary Beth, would you mind making a pot of coffee for the troops?"

"Sure, Sweetie," she said, and padded into the kitchen. I heard another "Jesus Christ" from a male voice and figured that the other cops were examining the broken kitchen window. Dawn came over to me and we all sat down.

"We were upstairs in bed asleep," I started.

"All in the same bed?" Jen said.

"Is that relevant?" I said.

She grinned. "It is to me," she said. "You guys all smell like sex."

"Yes, all in the same bed," I said. I told her what had woken me and my actions after that. Mary Beth brought us coffee and sat down next to Dawn.

"It could have been a routine burglary, but it could have been something else. You know who my brother was?"

Jen nodded. "Everyone knows," she said, meaning everyone on the force. She looked at Dawn and I saw that she had put it together. "Wait a minute... she's your niece?" She stared at me.

With a straight face I said, "Mary Beth is my girlfriend. Dawn was in bed with us for warmth."

She stared at me some more, then said, "R i i i i ight. So... You think they came back for her?"

"It's possible," I said. "The safe thing is to assume it's true and be prepared for it."

Dawn shivered next to me and Mary Beth and I both put our arms around her. 

"What are you going to do?" Jen said.

"I'm going to take some leave and keep Dawn close until Meyer solves my brother's murder," I said. "I mean, we know who did it but we don't have any evidence to go to the D.A. with. The cartel doesn't want Dawn. The local killers want her because they're worried she was there and saw their faces. Once they go down, she's safe."

"Sounds reasonable," she said, standing up. "Well, I've got to go write all this up. Don't worry, I'll leave out the juicy bits." She grinned at me. "Congratulations on your little harem here. I'm sorry you're off the market, though; I was considering making a run at you myself."

Dawn and Mary Beth looked at each other for a moment and then both nodded. "Who says you can't?" said Mary Beth. "We're good sharers. If Johnny's up for it, why don't you come over for dinner tonight as a 'Thank you' for coming to our rescue this morning?"

Jen's jaw dropped. She was speechless for several moments, then a small grin grew on her face. "I might just do that," she said. 

"Great," said Mary Beth. "I'm a lesbian. Any chance you enjoy sex with women?"

Jen was speechless again. 

Mary Beth smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, was that a little forward?"

Jen looked at her partner, who was looking hopefully at me.

"Sorry," I said. "Straight as a board." I stood up and hugged Jen. "Thanks again for coming out today, Jen. And you're welcome to come for dinner but there's no pressure about that or anything else. I know this arrangement must seem kind of weird."

"Weird, yes," she said. "But also intriguing." Her hands moved onto my ass and gave it a little squeeze. 

My cock began to rise up against her body. When she felt it she backed away a couple of steps and looked down at it as it rose to full mast.

"Very intriguing," she said. "What time is dinner?"

----------

It wasn't until the cops had left that it occurred to me that once they did, there'd be nothing to prevent the intruders from having another go at it. And this time they weren't likely to be so subtle. I threw on some shorts and ran after the big guys and caught them just as they were starting the car. I explained the situation and they agreed to come back in for a few minutes while I made other arrangements. I learned that Big was really Mike and Very Big was Stan, short for Stanislaus. They moved the car to my driveway and came inside with me.

They were both clearly disappointed that the girls had thrown on some clothes. The girls saw that and giggled, and once I explained that Mike and Stan were hanging around to protect us for a while, they looked at each other and giggled again and shimmied out of their minimal clothing. They each went to an officer and hugged him for a few seconds and kissed him on the cheek, then switched places and hugged and kissed the other. When Mary Beth hugged Stan his arms moved and I could tell that he wanted to grab her ass, but he stopped himself and looked at me.

"Go ahead," I said. "I won't tell your wife." He reached down and gently grabbed Mary Beth's ass and pulled her slightly into him and sighed.

"Better not," he said. "She's two hundred pounds and mean as hell sometimes. She'd kick my ass and then come over here and kick yours." He let go of Mary Beth and she kissed him on the cheek again and then both girls turned and slowly walked out of the room, exaggerating the sway of their asses as they went.

"Now you can tell everybody that you've had a piece of lesbian ass, Stan," I said.

His mouth gaped. "No shit?" he said. "I thought she was your girlfriend."

"Well, she makes an exception in my case," I said. "But aside from me, she's into women. That's where Dawn comes in."

"Goddamn lucky-assed little fuckin' punk detective," Mike said. But he was grinning when he said it.

I called Pacific Division and explained the situation and asked the watch commander if he could have a squad car brought over and parked in my driveway. He agreed, and fifteen minutes later the unit arrived. Now it would at least appear that we had cops in the house. The driver was a fresh-faced kid straight out of the academy, stuck with office duty until he was partnered up for a beat. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when the girls dutifully hugged him and kissed him for his help, too. This time they double teamed him. When they stepped back the kid was sporting an obvious tent. The girls giggled, something they were doing a lot of now, and Mike and Stan laughed and pulled the kid towards the door.

"Thanks again guys," I said.

"Bullshit, thank YOU!" Stan said over his shoulder and laughed again. Meanwhile Mike was riding the kid. "Don't worry about it, son. I remember my first naked girl, too. You'll start to get used to it once you actually have sex."

"Hey, they weren't my first..." I heard before the door shut behind them. I turned on my girls.

"You've been very naughty," I said. "You may have to be punished."

"Yes please!" they both said.

"Have you learned anything at all today?"

"I've learned that I'm an exhibitionist," Dawn said.

"Yeah," said Mary Beth. "I've learned that I'm an exhibitionist, too. AND, I've learned that I love cock!"

It was still pretty early in the morning but all three of us were wide awake. Mary Beth and Dawn went upstairs to shower together while I rustled up some breakfast. I fried some bacon until it was crisp and chopped it up into small chunks, then I sliced up some green onions and diced some fresh basil from the patio. I cracked a bunch of eggs into a large bowl and whisked them until they were frothy, then shredded cheddar and parmesan cheese into the eggs until it was enough, then mixed in the other ingredients along with salt, pepper, cumin, and a dash of Tabasco. I stirred the mixture and poured it into a frying pan, covered it, and turned the flame on low.

I realized that the water for the shower had been running all this time and smiled at the thought of what must be going on in there. I briefly thought of investigating but decided to give the girls some alone time. After all, this was their first chance to be together without me. I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and went out onto the patio and sat down to think about things while I watched the sun come up.

The first thing I thought about was Dawn. We were clearly in love with each other and the sex between us was incredible, but she was my niece. How far could we expect to go with this kind of relationship? Not to mention the fact that I'm 32 and she's only 18. Maybe that didn't matter so much to her right now, but it might matter a lot more when she's 36 and I'm 50. 

And because we'd had to call the police and at least two of them suspected that I was sleeping with Dawn (and one of them might find out for sure tonight), word might spread within the department and it might mean my job.

The next thing I thought about was Mary Beth. She was my best friend and I loved her, and although I had admired her good looks and hot little body ever since I'd moved in next door to her I'd never thought of making any kind of move on her because of her sexual orientation. That had all changed in the heat of the moment last night and now I knew that she was also oriented towards me. But she admitted that she would always also want female sex partners. Would that work for me? I didn't think I was particularly jealous, but then again my relationships had always been monogamous. Not to mention one at a time.

This was making my head hurt. I took my coffee into the kitchen and poured a healthy dose of Kahlua into it. The shower was off. I committed the cardinal sin of checking on my breakfast, then put the lid back on and went back out to the patio to sit and think some more.

Could Dawn, Mary Beth, and I live as a triad? Dawn obviously enjoyed lesbian sex and that worked out well for Mary Beth, who also enjoyed straight sex with me. A threesome relationship that centered around Mary Beth might be a plausible rationale to the outside world for Dawn living with me: just a guy and his girlfriend who decide to let his niece live with them.

Then I remembered that the girls had invited Jen over for dinner and quite possibly 'dessert.' And had invited her to 'take a run at me.' Not only that, they had quickly and wordlessly agreed to it and done it without asking me first. I'd have to question them about that.

"Heavens, Lover, there's a naked man on our patio!" Dawn said. I turned to look at them. Dawn was dressed in a towel and a smile; Mary Beth was dressed the same way only minus the towel.

"And he's drinking our coffee," Mary Beth said. "I'd better make more."

"God, I'm ravenous and it smells delicious," Dawn said. "What is it?"

"Frittata," I said. "It should be ready soon." I sat the coffee down and got up and walked to her and hugged her. She kissed me on the cheek and pushed me away, wrinkling her nose.

"Eeewww, Jen was right: you smell like stale sex. Go take a shower. We'll finish getting breakfast ready."

Ten minutes later I was back downstairs, showered and shaved and just as naked as Mary Beth. I hugged her and kissed her and fondled her ass a little. 

"Soup's on," said Dawn, and we sat down to our frittata and champagne. As it turned out, all three of us were ravenous and I thought there was a danger that I'd have to make more breakfast.

"This is friggin' delicious, Johnny," Dawn said around a mouthful of frittata.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Dear," said Mary Beth, her own mouth full. They both laughed and clinked their champagne glasses.

While we ate I explained my thought processes from my patio session of introspection. 

"A three-way marriage?" Mary Beth said. "Well, not marriage, but you know what I mean."

"That could work, Johnny," said Dawn. She looked excited. "I couldn't think of any way that you and I could live together short of packing up and moving someplace where nobody knew us. But if Mary Beth is your girlfriend to the outside world, it would seem innocent that I'm also living with you. And as it turns out I really, really like lesbian sex." She grinned at Mary Beth.

"For which I'm very grateful," Mary Beth said. "Johnny, Dawn loves you and I love you, and I'm falling for Dawn pretty quickly. This could work."

"Are you sure?" I said. "Why did you two invite Jen to 'take a run at me?'" 

They looked at each other. Obviously they hadn't talked about this yet. 

Mary Beth went first. "Okay, what I was thinking was that you wouldn't be happy stuck with a lesbian who wanted to be with other women, and that it wasn't fair to try and make you do that."

Dawn said, "And I couldn't figure a way that we could be together, and didn't think it was fair to keep you from dating someone who might turn out to be someone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with. We looked in each others' eyes and saw the same thing and just acted on it."

"Listen," I said, "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life with either of you. It's a gift from God that I might have a chance to spend it with both of you." I reached out and held both Mary Beth's and Dawn's hands. "So you don't have to go finding women for me."

They smiled at me and both squeezed my hand. 

"If I'm going to be totally honest, I like a little variety," Mary Beth said. "I'm sort of hoping to get Jen to bat for my team tonight."

"That sounds good to me, too," Dawn said. 

"Are you two going to be okay if I also wind up having sex with Jen tonight?" I said.

"Totally okay," Mary Beth said. "Truly." 

I looked at Dawn. "It would be hot to watch," she said. "And help."

Mary Beth said, "You and Dawn and I are at the start of something that could be pretty special, but we're just at the start. Can we please be in the 'I'm really into you but I've got to get to know you better before we commit to each other so it's okay if we still see other people, but only when we do it together' phase of the relationship for a while?"

I looked at Dawn again. "Sounds right to me," she said.

I thought about it. "Does that include you two having sex with other guys?"

"Not for me," Mary Beth said. "I told you, I'm attracted to exactly one guy on the planet. And I don't even know why. Maybe I'm really bisexual."

"Nope, I like the idea of having a lesbian girlfriend too much for you to be anything else," I said. She laughed.

I looked at Dawn again. "Me neither," she said. "I love you, Johnny. Only you."

"Let me just summarize to see if I have this right. The three of us love each other and we'll live together and bang each others' brains out day and night. You're each okay with me having sex with both of you. Neither of you will sleep with another man, but we'll be free to bring other women home and, depending on how they're inclined, all three of us can have sex with them, too. Does that about cover it?"

They both nodded happily. "You've got it, Professor," Mary Beth said.

"I can live with that," I said.

----------

I called Myer to tell him that I was taking some leave, and why. He said that he understood and agreed. I asked him how the case was going. He didn't ask which one I meant.

"Nowhere, and fast," he said. They'd already been through the forensic evidence and while all the tests weren't finished it was already clear that there was nothing useful. They'd talked to the neighbors and contacted taxi companies and delivery services that might have had people in the neighborhood at the time of the murder. They'd hauled in and sweated the guy we knew had done it, Carlos Santos and his two lieutenants. Nothing. We both knew how quickly the odds of breaking a case decrease as time goes by.

"We know that Dawn heard your brother say 'Carlos' when he opened the front door, just before she closed the attic hatch. That's all we got. And there's at least a couple more guys named Carlos in Los Angeles. I don't think the D.A. will bite." He was trying to be funny.

I sighed. "Dawn will never be safe as long as Santos is free, Meyer."

"I agree. You might want to think about that," he said, and hung up.

I did.

----------

The private security I'd arranged for showed up at ten o'clock. Both were off duty cops that I knew. Buddy Megellas was good friend of mine. We'd served in the Rangers together and had both left the Army to become LAPD cops. Buddy was a beat cop and that's all he wanted to be. He'd passed the Sergeant I exam but was loathe to be promoted for fear of being assigned to any kind of administrative duty. He'd always been one who craved action while in the Army Rangers and he was no different now. I hugged him and thanked him for coming. I hugged the other cop, too.

Mary Beth and Dawn both squealed in delight when they saw Buddy and I walk through the door with Jen Franklin.

"Jen, when the hell do you sleep?" Dawn said. "You worked the night shift and now you're going to be here all day."

"This is the start of three days off," she said. "I'll start it tired, but I'll start it with some of Johnny's money in my pocket, too." She grinned at me.

"You'll start it exhausted if we get our way tonight," Mary Beth said. Buddy gave me a questioning glance.

"I'll explain later," I said. "Or they will while I'm gone."

"Where are you going?" Dawn said.

"I just have a little errand to run," I said.

"Where are you going?" Dawn said.

I sighed. "I'm going to have a talk with Carlos Santos."

"No, Johnny!" she said.

"Fuck, I'm going with you, Bro," Buddy said.

"Who is Carlos Santos?" Mary Beth said.

Jen just watched me.

"Buddy, you're staying right here. I need people I can trust to protect these two women. Dawn, the investigation of your father's murder is going nowhere. I need to try and talk us out of this situation."

Jen softly said, "Carlos is bad news, Johnny. He's got an evil temper. He could snap and kill you if you say the wrong thing."

Mary Beth was shaking. "Who is Carlos Santos, Johnny? Who is he?"

"He's the man who killed my brother," I said. "The man who killed Dawn's father. The man who wants to kill her now. The justice system isn't going to be able to do anything about this. I've got to stop him myself."

"Johnny, no," Dawn said quietly, but I could tell that she was resigned to the fact that I was right and that I was going. I went to her and hugged her and kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair and she held me tightly. When I let go of her there were tears streaming down her face. I brushed them away and planted a quick kiss on her lips.




A New Dawn Ch. 02



"I love you. I'll be back," I said. I turned to Mary Beth and she was crying too, and still shaking. I went to her and held her and kissed her. "Hey," I said. "This is just cop stuff. This is what I do. I'm coming back to you. I love you." 

Then I turned and walked out the door.

----------

Carlos Santos did business in a dingy warehouse near Burbank Airport. They made me strip to my underwear to make sure I had no weapons and wasn't wired, then they let me in.

"You've got some balls, I'll give you that," Carlos said. "Why are you here, cop?"

"Dawn," I said.

Carlos walked a circle around me as he talked. "What the fuck, 'dawn' what?" he said. "Something happening at dawn?" Both of his lieutenants, sitting in chairs on opposite sides of the room, laughed in order to signify that the boss had said something funny.

I said, "You killed my brother. I know what he was and I understand why you did it. He didn't tell the Feds anything and he never would have, but I understand why you did it. But Dawn... she hasn't seen anything and she hasn't heard anything and she hasn't done anything to you. Let it go."

Carlos laughed and said, "A good uncle. It's good to see that the importance of family has not been lost on your generation. I appreciate that. But also... I hate loose ends, you know?"

He stopped circling and stared at me. "Your brother. He screamed like a puta. You know this word, yes? And then he cried like a little girl." I stared back at him.

The lieutenant on my left laughed. "Yeah, man, he thought he had a chance of making it out of there alive right up until you took a sledge hammer to his knee. After that it was all downhill for him."

Carlos closed his eyes and clenched his fists. "All right vato, that's enough. Time to figure out how to best use our new friend here to get what we need." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "You know where she is and how to get around any security that you've given her, yes?"

"Fuck you," I said. When he hit me I saw stars and almost went down. As my vision cleared I saw him rubbing his hand. He was wearing brass knuckles. When had he put those on? I felt blood sliding down off the side of my head and onto my t-shirt.

"Fuck me? No, I think it is you who are fucked here, cop." 

I felt a dreadful calm descend onto me. I knew everything I needed to know. These were the men who killed my brother, and these were also men who would never stop trying to kill Dawn.

I reached up to hold my head and lowered myself, bending at the knees, as though I were fighting to stay upright. The lieutenants laughed and Carlos came in closer, probably to deliver another blow. He had no chance. I summoned all the strength I had and kicked Carlos in the throat, shattering his larynx. He went down like a sack of flour, clutching his neck.

I put him out of the equation and focused on the lieutenants, wondering which would draw first. The guy on my left made a move for his shoulder holster and I was on him, intending to use him as a bullet absorbing shield. As I watched, the other guy pulled out a knife. That changed things. I broke my guy's neck and wiggled his head around to make sure, then grabbed his coat and wrapped it around my left hand and squared off with the other guy.

I hate knives. Absolutely hate them. But I also understand them and how to use them. This guy was good with a knife. He didn't flip it between hands or sweep it back and forth sideways like on TV. He held it poised, ready for defense and ready for a perfect offensive opening. I knew that stance.

"Rangers," I said.

"Delta, actually," he said. "Rangers are pussies. Wanna prove it?"

He moved on me and just as I realized that the coat on my hand was actually a liability, slowing my arm and throwing off my weight distribution, he struck. I reacted. We moved away from each other. I had a brand new eighth inch deep gash running across my abdomen. I tossed the coat aside.

"Told you, Bro," he said. "Ain't no Ranger can take me," and he moved on me again.

"I'm not just a Ranger," I said. He lunged and I sidestepped it and hit him in the head. He whirled around and swung the knife towards my throat and I fell under it and captured his arm and bent it and the knife went into his chest. He sank to the ground and stared at me.

"Fuck you, Ranger," he said, spitting up blood.

"Not just a Ranger," I said. "Little extra training on the side." I twisted the knife until I was sure it had sliced into his heart, wiped the handle clean, and I left him to bleed out. I walked over to Carlos, who was beginning to turn purple. He stared up at me.

"Sucks, doesn't it?" I said. "Not being able to breathe. It's amazing the little things we take for granted."

I sat with him until he stopped struggling and his eyes glazed over. I felt for a pulse and there was none. 

I looked at my wound. Seeping blood; not too bad. The black shirt should hide it well enough.

I put on my clothes and went home.

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My head hurt and my vision was a little fuzzy. I considered pulling over and resting, but I needed to make it home to be with my women. 

As I drove I thought about how I should be feeling a catharsis of some sort. I had just killed the men who murdered my brother and who were after my lover. I was no stranger to killing and they deserved to die so I felt no remorse.

The problem was that all my prior killing had been for my country, and justified by that. This was murder, plain and simple. More than that, I was a cop, a detective. It was my job to prevent murder if I could and to track down and punish those who committed it. It was a conflict I wasn't sure I could resolve.

I pulled onto my street, hit the button for the garage door, and parked the car. By the time I got out of the car, Dawn, Mary Beth, Jen, and Buddy were out of the house to greet me. Dawn got to me first and hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. 

Standing up had been a mistake. My vision blurred and I fought to stay upright. Dawn backed away and said, "Johnny?"

Then Mary Beth screamed and the last thing I saw before everything went black was Dawn's white blouse, covered in my blood.

----------

"... no hospital, no doctors," Jen was saying as I came awake. "I don't know how badly Johnny hurt them, or how hard the department will look for who did it, but Johnny is already a natural suspect and the one thing we can't do is hand him up on a silver platter."

I heard both of my girls sobbing so I opened my eyes and opened my arms out to them and they rushed to me and laid down on either side of me and kissed me and held me gently.

"Water," I croaked, and Jen went off to get some. I looked down at my wound. It had been taped up nicely. I recognized the technique. "Thanks, Buddy," I said.

"No problemo, Bro," he said. "It's not bad at all. You've had a lot worse. It'll heal up without stitches. Just keep the sex gentle for a while, no rough stuff, and you'll be fine. And Jen is right, ladies, this dude needs to keep as low a profile as he can for as long as he can."

Jen came back and I sat up and took the water and smiled my thanks.

"How long was I out, Jen?" I said.

"Couple of hours. What the fuck hit your head, Johnny?"

I finished gulping down the water. "Brass knuckles," I said. "Sucker punch." 

Meyer walked through the bedroom door. "Your garage door was open," he said. "Security sucks around here." He looked me over. "You've looked better, Johnny."

"Felt better, too," I said.

"Tell me everything," Meyer said. 

So I did.

Meyer was thoughtfully silent for several minutes, then said, "Is there anything in that warehouse that could incriminate you?"

"Not that I know of," I said. "There was nobody else there. I left nothing there, including no prints. Maybe a little blood."

Meyer said, "There are two ways to go with this, Johnny. One way is to march into Division and tell all. It was self defense, at least at the beginning. There's no doubt in my mind that they would have tortured you to get everything they could to get at Dawn and then killed you.

"The other way is to lay low and play the innocent citizen."

Meyer paused.

"I recommend door number 2," he said. "I don't think there's a detective or a beat cop or even a commander who would go after you for this. But there's no telling what I.A. might do."

I.A. is Internal Affairs. The cops who police the cops. We hate them with a passion and they hate us right back. Meyer was right; I could see I.A. biting into this like a dog with a bone and never letting go.

Meyer gently examined the side of my head. "You got a concussion?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the wound is just a scratch, luckily. Scalps bleed like a son of a bitch but once you wash off this blood your hair will cover it. Just keep your shirt on and you'll look normal. Well, as normal as you ever look."

"Thanks, Meyer. For everything."

"Bah," he said. "I'll be damned if I'm going to break in a new partner again at my age." He looked at Jen and Buddy. "You kids okay with this?"

Jen said, "More than okay. He was here with us the whole day."

Meyer looked at Buddy. Buddy said, "Are you kidding, man? I wanted to be at the warehouse with him."

Meyer nodded and walked towards the door. He paused.

"By the way, Johnny, they had a video surveillance system running at the warehouse. I was the first detective on the scene so I found it. Unfortunately, when they got the tape to the station house and played it, it was blank."

He looked at my girls. "Are you ladies interested in action flicks? I've got this new one of some little Asian dude in his skivvies, kicking serious ass." 

He turned and walked away.

"I think he likes you, Johnny," Mary Beth said.

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Jen did come over for dinner but as it turned out, she had decided to make a run at Buddy Magellas instead of me. They clicked big time and quickly wound up married, and the five of us all became fast friends. As she told me later, she figured it was only fair since I already had two smoking hot women and Buddy had nobody. And, she'd said, there was just something about him.

"Yes, there is," I'd said. "He's a lucky son of a bitch." I'd hugged her and whispered in her ear my prayer that they'd always be happy together.

The 'living with the girlfriend and providing a place to stay for the niece' thing worked like a charm for us. Instead of losing my job, I made the promotion list and then Detective II. I told Meyer that I was gunning for his job now. He said if I was stupid enough to want it, I could have it.

It's been a year now since my brother was killed. Dawn and Mary Beth and I started off a little wild, often playing the game of seducing one or more women into our beds. But over time, without discussing it, we did that less and less often. Our infatuation turned into a deep love for one another and we became more comfortable and happier just sharing sex with each other.

Dawn inherited an obscene amount of money from her father. She wasn't sure what to do with it because it came from drugs – not directly, but from managing and laundering the money that came from drugs. She asked my advice. I checked into it and when I was done I told her to keep it or give it all away, her choice. The IRS wasn't interested because apparently my brother had paid taxes on it. The cartel wasn't interested because every week they spilled more money than she had inherited. 

Dawn decided to keep the money. In a show of faith and love that still amazes me, she split the money and gave a third each to me and Mary Beth. She said she did it because she didn't want to be the "sugar momma" in the marriage. That's when Mary Beth and I found out just how much money there was. All three of us were set for life if we chose to live off of it. The girls tried to get me to quit the LAPD.

"Being a detective isn't just what I do," I'd told them. "It's what I am." And they'd accepted that.

I've only really done two things with my money so far. First, Mary Beth and I sold our neighboring duplex homes and the three of us paid cash for a home in Malibu. It was sad saying goodbye to the place that had brought Mary Beth and I together, but the new home was much nicer and a better size for the three of us. And we all love the beach.

The other thing I did was buy a brand new Cadillac for Meyer and a new Corvette for Buddy and Jen.

Dawn got accepted at UCLA and she's working on her general ed courses, major as yet undeclared. 

My lesbian girlfriend wants a baby.

Me? I detect by day and at night I come home and cook for my girls and do whatever I can to show them both my love, and I have more sex, more often than I ever would have thought possible. Far from calming down, our physical craving for each other is still growing.

I'm more than just a lucky bastard. I'm blessed.



A New Dawn Ch. 02



Harry Parker stood on the sand, his wife Susan by his side both were naked. After six years back together they were comfortable with each other, both had lost a little weight and both glowed with a healthy tan. At the waters edge two laughing toddlers played in the lazy surf, their oiled and bronzed bodies dipping in and out of the waves. Just behind them his daughter and her partner, Perdy moved behind the children. All four naked bodies jumped and splashed in the warm tropical water. The children wore peaked hats with a square flap hanging over their necks as protection from the Sun high overhead. Perdy had her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, whilst Lizzy's hung down unconstrained over her shoulders.

Harry raised a glass of fresh orange juice to his lips, feeling the chilled liquid cool his mouth. Susan's hand held his buttock and she squeezed gently,

"They look great don't they?"

"They do, I'm so glad they were able to have them, they're a proper family now. I'm so glad you're here, all of you."

"Harry, why wouldn't we be here, we're your family too."

"I know, but to close the gallery for a month and just fly out with me, that's love."

"No Harry, that's a free holiday, only joking."

He turned and kissed her cheek. She ran her hand over his buttock and squeezed again.

"Come back to the house Harry, make love to me, please."

"OK, here," He offered his glass and she finished the drink.

They moved arm in arm up the sand buried wooden steps and over the dune to the house that sat back from the beach. Now strolling hand in hand they exchanged smiles and kisses. Entering the bedroom via the veranda, after opening the sliding glass door, they savoured the cool atmosphere of the air conditioned room. Susan's nipple stiffened at the touch of the cool air.

On the beach Lizzy and Perdy moved the children up the beach until they stood under a huge canopied deck area, sitting them on cushioned seats and pulling cool drinks from the fridge set in the units under the counter which marked the rear end of the decking. Lizzy pulled two Pepsi Max's out and popped the tops. Passing one to Perdy she glanced at the dune concealing the house.

"Lizzy, what's wrong," Perdy put her warm arm around Lizzy's shoulder.

"I guess I still find it a little weird that Dad's around and that Mum's actually happy with that."

"He hurt you bad, but he's desperate to make up for it, give him some slack, it's been five years now, no six, Kyle's five isn't he?"

She looked over at the small boy, happily drinking from the straw poking out of the small box drink in his hand. He grinned at his mothers and pointed at them, the three year old girl sitting next to him dissolved into giggles. The girls laughed at their children. Then Lizzy's grin faded slightly.

"Harry's done so much and never asked for anything back."

"No he hasn't, but what he gets is our love and friendship, and I really believe that's all he wants."

Perdy kissed Lizzy softly. Lizzy smiled and placed an arm round Perdy's waist, They kissed again lingering, until the laughter of the children made them grin and break apart. They dissolved into laughter, the children jumped down and ran to grab their legs inserting themselves between their parents. Lizzy and Perdy bent and each lifted a small body up to their hips and the children clung to them giggling. Both girls had a small 'Mummy Pouch', each having borne one of their children. Additionally Lizzy had a small white scar where a C-section had brought Kyle into the world.

It had not been easy to bear him and Lizzy bitterly regretted that she had been denied a natural childbirth. Perdy had explained it had been no easy feat to bring Emilia into the world naturally. The children carried Harry's parental gene, since when they had decided to have children by donor, they had asked Harry to be the father. Harry was delighted and arranged everything. A private clinic had readily accepted that Harry was donating his sperm to his daughter, the event sweetened by a donation of several million pounds over and above the clinics normal fees.

When Perdy decided two years later to have a child they were devastated to find she was infertile, a crushing blow to them all. However Harry again arranged things with the clinic and some of Susan's eggs were harvested and with Harry's sperm, Emilia was implanted into Perdy's womb successfully. They found the wait for the birth maddening, but finally at six am one Thursday in June Emilia arrived. Perdy had endured eighteen hours in Labour. Exhausted but elated she had taken her child into her arms and the mothers wept with joy at their new arrival. Harry and Susan waited outside and when ushered in had their hearts melted by the cute bundle Perdy and Lizzy showed them. 

Harry left the girls and returned to the house he now shared with the family. Going into three year old Kyle's room, he sat in the semi darkness and silently wept at his blessings, Kyle completely unaware slept on. Mrs J, their full time Housekeeper found Harry slumped in the armchair in Kyle's room at seven, when she went to check on him. Finding a blanket she covered Harry and left him asleep.

A week later and they were home from their Caribbean adventure and the weekly routine kicked in again. Perdy had picked up an awful stomach bug somehow and was laid pretty low.

Harry woke to a tug on his sleeve as Kyle climbed up on his adored granddad. He bounced on Harry who sat up and grinned, grabbing Kyle and tickling him all over. Susan lay there laughing as the two rough and tumbled over the bed. Harry ran a bath for Kyle and washed and dressed him for the day. 

As Lizzy arrived downstairs, Harry was buttoning Kyle's coat ready to take him to school.

"Dad, we wondered where you'd gotten to, you look exhausted, are you okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine, just taking Kyle to school, thought we'd walk as it's such a lovely day, you coming?"

"Yes I think I will, I want to talk to you anyway."

"Oh Oh! either it's expensive or I've screwed up."

Harry grinned and grabbed Kyle's hand,

"OK Kyle, let's go find the dinosaurs!"

Harry and Kyle raced out, followed by a grinning Lizzy. The school run by car was ten minutes, by foot a twenty five minute battle against dinosaurs, evil dragons, spacemen and robots. Harry and Kyle battled their way through the park and into the school. Kyle then seeing friends stopped hugged granddad and roared off. Lizzy slipped her arm through Harry's.

"Thanks Dad,"

"What for Lizzy?"

"Everything."

"No thank you for giving me back my family, I love you, I really do, I love Perdy too, is she okay?"

"She's fine, but a visit from you would be great."

"You sure? how is she really?"

"Pretty tired, but Em and Kyle not getting it has made her feel better."

"I might pop in and see her later, will that be okay with you?"

"Harry she would love it?"

"Oh it's Harry again is it?"

"I love saying your name, I love being your 

daughter, I love the fact you're back in my life."

"I love you too Lizzy, more than I ever realised. I love your Mum too, I think I always did, even when.."

"Don't that's over, it's behind us, we're together, all of us, all six of us now."

"I can't believe you and Perdy are Mother's, you're so young."

"Dad I'm twenty six and Perdy's twenty seven, way old enough to have kids."

"The pair of you look about eighteen, you're such beautiful women. It really is hard to accept you're such mature adults."

"Thanks Dad, see I still call you Dad when I want too."

"I'm not so sure I'm a granddad, can't believe little Kyle's six and going to school."

"Well he is and we should go home, come on."

Lizzy snuggled into Harry's arm and they made their way back.

"Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?"

"Dad, what would you do if I told you Perdy and I have a business idea and we wanted you to help us?"

"Okay what do you need from me?"

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Obviously, but I'm sure whatever it is it'll be good."

"Perdy and I want to set up a business specialising in fashions for new mums."

"that's a minefield, some big names already in the field."

"We know but we wanted to find a new way of having something stylish, but affordable."

"I'm no fashion follower, but isn't that the Holy Grail of this oeuvre."

"Wow hark at you Harry Parker, 'Oeuvre', I'm impressed." she slapped his arm with her hand.

"Don't be I'm not really sure what it means, but don't tell."

"So will you read our business plan and tell us if you think it will work or not?"

"Okay, but don't kick me if I spot any flaws."

"We won't."

Later Harry stole upstairs and knocked on Lizzy and Perdy's bedroom door.

"Come in," 

Inside Perdy sat in bed, a long sleeved white nightdress, buttoned to the neck, covering her.

"Hi Harry,"

"Hallo gorgeous, how are you feeling?"

"Definitely much less than gorgeous. God Harry this is bad, I have never felt this rough before."

"Well the Doctors pretty sure it will be out of your system in the next forty eight hours. Hopefully you'll feel better soon."

"Thanks Harry, I really hope so, this is the worst, I'd rather be pregnant again."

Harry laughed and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on Perdy's bare leg.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm fine, between Lizzy, Susan and Mrs J I'm fully cared-up thanks."

"Lizzy told me about your idea, sounds good."

"Yeah Lizzy said she'd give you the plan later."

"I look forward to reading it."

Perdy shifted as though in discomfort,

Harry I need the loo, can you give me a hand?"

"Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"If I can stand up, can you walk me to the toilet."

"OK, is that alright?"

"Thanks Harry."

Harry helped Perdy to the toilet and helped her sit on the seat, lifting the hem of her nightdress as she sat.

"Harry I feel a bit feint can you stay, sorry it won't be pleasant, ohh."

Perdy shivered and Harry smelt a pungent metallic odour, as Perdy's body ejected an evil cocktail into the bowl. 

Perdy grimaced as another spasm gripped her. Harry reached out and held her hand, she squeezed it and groaned. Her face now flushed had crumpled with pain and sweat began to drip from her forehead.

Harry knelt and put an arm round her, she laid her head on his shoulder. Harry heard the bedroom door open,

"Lizzy in here, Perdy's really sick, quick call the ambulance, I think she needs to go to hospital."

Lizzy came and pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket. Dialing she asked for an ambulance and gave the address. Meanwhile she knelt at Perdy's other side and laid a hand on her lovers stomach. Perdy flashed a look at her, love, fear, hurt all passed through her features.

"Where's Susan?"

"Downstairs with Em and Mrs J, why?"

"I think we may need to get Perdy into a more comfortable position. I think she's finished here, but she needs to wipe herself, or get some one to do it for her."

"I'll do it, can you support her Dad?"

"Sure, Perdy, lean against me and back slightly, good girl okay."

Lizzy pulled the front Perdy's nightdress up and away from her, bunching it around her waist. Perdy reached down and held it against herself.

"Harry,I'm so sorry," Perdy said through gritted teeth.

"don't you worry about it gorgeous, " Harry said,

"I love you Harry Parker." Perdy said, a grin appearing momentarily.

Lizzy grinned and pulling some toilet paper off the roll, carefully wiped Perdy clean. Startled she looked at the crumpled paper and said softly,

"Harry, the papers covered in blood,"

Harry nodded and carefully said,

"Get a towel and wad it up under her, hold it in place."

Lizzy went and washed her hands thoroughly, then came back and supported Perdy on the opposite side to Harry. Carefully she passed the wadded up towel between Perdy's thighs and held it there.

Harry took up Perdy's weight and together they lifted her up. Harry then dipped and effortlessly swept Perdy into his arms, ensuring the towel stayed in place. Walking slowly he laid her on the bed, as Lizzy hopped on beside her. Perdy was soaked in sweat and shivering.

"I'll go wait for the ambulance, give you two some space, first I'll flush the toilet." 

Harry flushed the toilet then squirted half a bottle of bleach around the inside of the bowl. He washed his hands thoroughly and switched the fan on. Closing the door he went back to the bed. Lizzy was crouched over Perdy, clearing strands of damp hair from Perdy's face.

"You're going to be okay, Dad's going to sort it, you're safe. Harry will make it alright, you see"

Harry hung his head and left the room. His daughter was relying on him now, totally. He heard Susan come into the hallway as he made it downstairs, she saw the grim look on his face and grabbed him with both hands. His arms surrounded her and they held tightly to each other. The siren sound of the ambulance preceded it up the driveway. Mrs J spotting it turning in and opening the security gates.

"Parker, the Ambulance comes, I open gates."

"Thanks Mrs J, how's Em?"

"Sleeping like a little Angel."

"Lucky little girl, right let's get the door open."

The paramedics came in and went up to Perdy. Harry and Susan stood at the bottom of the stairs holding each other. One of the paramedics came down and went to get the stretcher. Coming back he nodded at Harry,

"We're taking her in, the young lady with her, what's her relationship?"

"They're civil partners why?"

"OK it's just she wants to come with her and it's usually only family members."

"Well that's her wife and if she were mine I'd want to go too."

"Okay she's going with us then, that's good she'll be able to help with all the details."

"Thanks, what's wrong with Perdy?"

"We think she may have an abscess or ulcer which has burst, it's not looking like food poisoning to me." He sprinted up the stairs.

Harry swore and gripped Susan tightly. Next thing the ambulance crew were bringing Perdy gently down with Lizzy holding her with one hand and holding a drip above her head with the other, tears in her eyes. Harry nodded at Lizzy and promised to follow with Susan. He called Mrs J and explained, she said she would take care of the children. She would feed Em and then later take her in the buggy to pick up Kyle. Harry hurried after Susan who had the car out of the garage. 

Susan drove unhurriedly but speedily to the hospital. Harry told her to go in and he would park the car. She kissed his cheek then fled towards the entrance. Harry was lucky and found a space within ten minutes. He then made his way to A & E to find Susan and Lizzy. Rounding the corner he found them wrapped together. Hurrying to them he rubbed their backs.

"Perdy stopped breathing on the way in, they've revived her and she's being sent straight to surgery. They're going to operate immediately, they think she has an ulcer that's burst, she's lost a lot of blood and that caused her heart to stop. It's pretty serious."

Lizzy stopped talking and looked at her parents.

"I can't be without her, I can't live without her, what can I do?"

Harry held his daughter and looked her in the eyes.

"What you can do is be strong for Perdy and Kyle and little Em, you have to be the rock for them. Your mother and I will be here for you, but you must be strong for them."

He grabbed her and held her tight, feeling her body shake as the tears rolled down. Susan hugged Lizzy from behind and they stood waiting for whatever would happen. They were told to go up to the Intensive Care Unit about three hours later. Through the glass wall they could see Perdy hooked up to all manner of machines, her face pale and her hair matted on her forehead. Lizzy gasped, but Harry wrapped an arm round her, whispering "be strong Lizzy", to her. She put an arm round his back and Susan's too, together they stood and watched. A nurse came out and took them to a side room, minutes later the surgeon came in, he smiled and held Lizzy's hands.

"Your wife has had a narrow escape, she has had a mild case of food poisoning, but that masked a more serious problem. Ms Parker, your wife has had an undiagnosed ulcer in her large intestine. Thankfully we have cleaned it out and repaired the gut wall. She's going to get better, but it will take time. She's one very lucky lady, she lost a lot of blood when the ulcer burst, but we've pumped her full of fresh blood, and she'll be awake and be fully conscious later."

Lizzy sank forward on her knees and cried loudly. Neither Harry or Susan could stop her. The surgeon stood and Susan and Harry thanked him and shook his hand. They sat either side of Lizzy and just put a hand on her shoulders. Lizzy gasped and sniffed, sitting up she took one of each her parents hand in hers. They sat quietly until the nurse reappeared and said that Perdy was awake. Following her they went into the ICU room and stood around Perdy's bed.

"Hi You," said Lizzy holding Perdy's hand

"Hi, sorry for all the fuss, I think I might not be as well as I think I am."

"Hey kid, you scared us, but you'll be okay now."

"Hi Harry, Susan, thanks for this, phew I could go a glass of bubbly, don't suppose you brought a bottle."

Lizzy giggled and smiled. Harry leaned over and kissed Perdy's cheek.

"No I'll pop back home and bring one in for you later gorgeous."

"Thanks Harry, you're a real pal."

Perdy's eyes closed and she looked peaceful but pale.

Susan and Harry excused themselves and left Lizzy holding Perdy's hand, outside they checked in with Mrs J, who had picked up Kyle and was now feeding him and Em. She had phoned home and her cousin was looking after her children and her husband so she could stay as long as needed. Harry and Susan returned to ICU, sitting with Lizzy at Perdy's bedside. They worked out a rota, so that they could be on hand and let Lizzy get back to see Kyle and Em. This system carried on for five weeks until Perdy was released for convalescence and bed rest.

Kyle and Em had been told that Mummy was in hospital and had been to see her. Satisfied she was OK they had settled down and returned to their own routines. Harry happily took Kyle to school and provided the school and friends with an update. Susan looked after Em, allowing Lizzy to visit Perdy daily. Now Perdy was home for bed-rest and recovery. A Nurse was arranged by Harry to help Perdy and to check on her wound and the dressing. Slowly she recovered until she was able to move gently round. The children sort of understood that they had to be gentle with Mummy, but Kyle often just bounced from Lizzy to Perdy. Leaving the adults gasping.

Perdy began an exercise regime and gradually recovered her muscle tone, swimming, walking, Pilates all helped her to return to health. Mrs J arranged fruit and vegetable snacks for her around the house, and she began to eat normally too. Harry waited until she was almost fully recovered before announcing his intention to fly the family back to the Caribbean again to complete Perdy's recovery. This time Mrs J and her husband and children would be going too, as well as her cousin as a thank you for all the additional help they had given.

So in August the entourage boarded a private jet and set off for the island for four weeks. At first Josip was a little overawed but he gradually opened up and relaxed on the flight. The five children and Kyle found an array of films to watch and barely noticed the length of the flight. Finally they arrived and a small coach took them to the beach where a boat waited to ferry them to the island. They arrived exhausted and all quickly settled down to sleep.

The following morning they enjoyed a tropical breakfast and soon the children were itching to get to the beach. Harry took Josip and Mrs J to one side and explained that as a rule they didn't bother with clothes too much, was that okay with them. They said it was okay with them, but they would need to ensure that everyone had sun creme on so nothing got burnt. Harry laughed and said he'd ordered a plentiful supply. When the children hit the beach the noise was deafening, and soon, sandcastles, and water courses appeared over the beach.




A New Dawn Ch. 02



Harry finally learned that Mrs J's first name was Ola and he saw her and Josip walking arm in arm naked towards him. Harry raised his glass of orange juice in salute. They nodded and joined him on the decking.

"Parker this is all very nice, you got good deal I hope."

"The best Ola, is it okay to call you by your first name?"

"Sure, we nude, so no formality, okay."

"OK,"

"Thank you for this holiday Harry Parker, we don't get chance to do this before."

"Josip after all Ola has done for me, this is the least I can do, please enjoy yourselves and if there's anything you need just ask."

"I find beer in fridge?"

"Sure help yourself, enjoy."

"Thank you."

Harry wandered down to the beach, looking at the heaps of sand and gulleys the children had created, saw them running to the sea, filling buckets and waving spades. He grinned. it was idyllic. He felt a presence behind him and turned. Perdy stood there grinning.

"I came to say thank you again Harry, you probably saved my life back then."

"Perdy, you were saved by world class surgeons at the local hospital, nothing to do with me. Anyhow gorgeous, how're feeling today?"

"Tired, drained but happy."

"Good, want a drink?"

"No, but I'd like a cuddle Harry,"

"With pleasure," Harry grinned and took Perdy in his arms.

The stood for an age just holding each other, until a shadow appeared behind them.

"Could you please put my wife down Daddy, I'm getting a little jealous."

Lizzy stood with her hands on her hips and a broad grin on her face.

"Who of me or Perdy?"

"Both of you, if I'm honest. What a glorious day." she said abstractly.

Harry and Perdy continued to hold each other round the waist, but they dragged Lizzy into a huddle with them. Ola and Josip walked back up the beach. Ola's large breasts were swaying gently and her rounded tummy wobbled as she walked. Josip's tall wiry body a complete opposite to his cuddly wife. They walked up to the others and stood by their side watching the children play.

Perdy moved to Lizzy and the two mothers stood side by side arms around each others waist. Josip suddenly shouted and ran towards the children, They screamed and ran away as he roared down the beach. Picking up his eldest daughter he splashed into the water and pitched forward. The others converged on him and he was pushed and pulled through the surf. His smiling face appeared and disappeared as the children rolled him over, falling over themselves. Kyle, Em and the youngest Jarnewski skipped and jumped at the waters edge as the older children played with their dad.Harry felt a hand move round his waist, he felt the comfortable curves of Ola Jarnewski against his side.

"Is Ok for cuddle Parker, no flirting."

"It's OK Ola, no flirting, I wouldn't want to upset Josip."

"Good thing, he can be very jealous when I'm with other man."

"Now you tell me," Harry giggled and hugged her tighter. 

Susan appeared and smiled at Harry holding Ola, he waved with his free hand. She returned his wave and walked up the beach. Suddenly Josip roared out the water and grabbed Susan. The children followed and she was dragged screaming and protesting into the water. She was hoisted aloft by Josip then disappeared into the surf. The children whooped and scrambled to right her. Susan appeared and swept her bedraggled hair out of her face. She dived left and pitched Josip face first into the next wave. He staggered to stand, but Susan was on his back, helped by the children she pushed him forward again. 

Sensing a new game Lizzy and Perdy jogged down to the surf and began to move towards their mother, upending her again then lifting the children and throwing them up and backwards to disappear into the surf. Josip grabbed Lizzy and lifted her up in his arms, only to then throw her sideways into the waves. Perdy sensing her turn would come next, turned to run, only to find Susan in front of her. Holding her hands out palms up to Susan she attempted to step round her. Susan smiled and moved to the side, Perdy stepped the other way, only to feel Josip's hands grab her and lift her up . As he lifted her up she swung a leg over his shoulder. Wiggling around she brought her other leg over his shoulder crossing her ankles together at his stomach. 

Josips large hands gripped her legs and he pitched forward off his toes, Perdy brought her arms and hands out straight in front of her face, executing a perfect dive into a huge wave, Josip unbalanced caught the wave perfectly in his groin and was lifted backwards, appearing seconds later in a heap at Susans feet. He looked up at her and grinned, grabbing her ankles she was whisked backwards again, sitting down in the water softened sands. They sat laughing as Perdy glid through the waves in a powerful front crawl. Standing she waded out of the water towards Lizzy. Kyle and Em rushed to her and she ended up with one on each hip. Lizzy kissed her and they wandered back up the beach. 

Josip stood and put his hands down to Susan who allowed him to tug her upright, she wrapped an arm round his waist and they walked back up the beach. Ola disengaged herself from Harry and found the sun creme, rushing to rub extra cover over everyone she met. The rest of the children came up the beach, the eldest holding the youngest's hand. Under the cool of the umbrella, slices of fruit and cool drinks were distributed.

Ola's cousin Neta appeared and strolled along the ridge of the dune and walked down towards them, she was a taller thinner version of Ola, but with similar breasts. She waved and smiled, easing her sunshades up onto her head. 

Harry went and stood on the sand, gazing at the sea. He felt a bit odd, then he felt a huge stabbing pain in his chest. His left arm felt numb. He gasped for breath and sank to his knees. The others missed it happening, but saw him on his knees holding his chest. Perdy rushed forward and grabbed him as he feel forward, easing him backward onto the hot sand. Harry heard Susan scream, and Lizzy shout his name. He felt Perdy's hot breath on his cheek. His hand came up and touched her face, smiling. His arm fell back on the sand.

"No Harry, No, not like this.."

Harry saw a bright light and then blackness and peace, perfect peace.