Buck Fever

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twelve

"How the heck did that happen?" asked Randy, after a good fifteen seconds of stunned silence.

How that had happened was that, after Lucy had suggested it, Bob had goggled at her in disbelief.

"You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"You still want to have anything to do with me?"

"As crazy as you may think it is, I still love you, you dope.  I understand how these things can happen, remember?  But if we get married, then maybe Sam will stop thinking of herself as the woman of the house and move on."

"What about Mallory and Randy?" he asked, still astonished.

"They'll grow up," she said, "like I did.  And I can set rules, like my parents did."

"And you think that will work?"  Bob had tried to set rules, and they'd all crumbled.

"What else can we do?" she moaned.  "If we treat this like some terrible, awful, horrible thing and take drastic measures, they'll hate us both.  To be honest, I don't even know what drastic measures we could take!"

"I am astonished," said Bob, explosively.

Lucy stared at him.

"Does the idea of marrying me repulse you?"

"No!  It does not!  What astonishes me is that you still feel the way you do.  About me, I mean."

"When you love a man for years, and he doesn't do anything to drive you away, you don't stop loving him," she said.

"Forgive me, but I just assumed that having sex with my daughter might be one of those things that sort of drives people away."

"I told you, I understand how that can happen," she said.

"Wow," he said for the final time that day.

"So?  What do you think?"

"This isn't the conventional way for this kind of decision to be made," he said.

"Do you want to be conventional, or happy?"

"Happy," he said without a pause.  "But let me tell you what I'm thinking.  I like this communication thing we have going.  I really wish this had happened a lot sooner."

"You wish you'd had sex with them when they were thirteen?"

He opened his mouth to protest and then realized it was a joke.  The fact she was able ... willing to joke about this made him feel like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.  Still, he ignored the joke.

"The idea of marrying you, of drawing all of us together under one roof, is amazing.  But I want to do it for the right reasons.  We've both been burned before, and this has to last.  I can't lose you, too."

"I have no plans on dumping you," she said.

"Not now.  But this hasn't all been worked out.  What if Sam doesn't want to give up being the woman of the house?  What if your kids resist the idea, like you did?  Whose house would we live in?  Neither of ours is really big enough for all five of us.  There are lots of things to think about before we make a decision like this.”

"I know that," she said.  "But think about it.  How close have we become over the years even though there was no sexual component to our relationship?  No overt sexual component, anyway.  Just because we add in that sexual component doesn't change that much."

"It changes everything," said Bob, seriously.  "Right now Sam sleeps in my bed, and she likes sleeping in my bed.  She's going to resist the hell out of stopping that."

"How do you feel about that?" asked Lucy, her eyes pinned on his.

He felt panic.  But they'd already worked through things he thought were impossible to resolve, so he took a ragged breath and told her the truth.

"I love her," he said.  "I've always loved her, of course, but there's been a change in what kind of love it is."

"So you don't want to stop?  Even if we get married?"  Her voice was neutral, and her face was blank.

He ached at the thought of losing what he hadn't even thought was a possibility, and now seemed like a life ring thrown to him while he was in a stormy sea.  But if Sam insisted, and he was weak after the marriage, then that could destroy it too.  He thought about asking her to wait until Sam went off to college, but that seemed crass, somehow.  Instead, he tried to explain it differently.

"When Brad and Valerie did what they did, I felt abandoned.  You did too.  And I hated them both.  That's faded over time, but I still get angry when I think about it.  I felt like there must be something wrong with me for Valerie to simply choose another man.  Do you understand that?"

She nodded, but didn't say anything.

"If we get married I'm afraid Sam will feel like that, like I abandoned her for someone else. That would break my heart."

Lucy continued to stare at him for what seemed like a minute, but was really only fifteen or so seconds.

"We've talked about some strange things," she said, softly.  "Care to contemplate one more?"

"Okay," he said.

She looked away briefly, but then back into his eyes.

"I don't want you to think I'm kinky, or perverted, but remember when I said I wished I could be with you back before they ran away?"

He nodded.

"I still loved Brad then," she said. She blinked.  "I wanted both of you.  I think it had to do with my brothers.  Or maybe I really am kinky and perverted.  The point is I can understand how a man can love two women at the same time, because I wanted to be able to love two men at the same time."

"You're right," said Bob.  "That's pretty strange.  It almost sounds like you'd be willing to share me with Sam."

"I think ... maybe ... I am," she said, her voice quavering a little.  "At least until she gets married and starts her own family."

Bob just stared at her, dumbstruck.

There was more, but that was the bread and butter of the conversation that led to them making the decision to wed each other, and the two families together.

Assuming the children would agree.

But that was a lot more information than either of them was willing to share with the kids.  Not just yet, anyway.  Maybe the time would come when some bit or piece of information needed to be divulged in the process of resolving some conflict or issue. But for now, neither adult wanted to get into the details of "how the heck that happened."

Instead, Bob gave it an off the cuff shot, in terms of getting a positive response from the children.

"Well, that's a long story.  Suffice it to say that everybody present with the exception of Lucy has recently adopted what is sometimes called an alternate lifestyle.  Taboo would probably be more nearly correct.  And this could have torn us all apart.  Lucy and I don't want that to happen.  There will need to be some changes, to ensure that this taboo lifestyle doesn't go bad and ruin anybody's life.  To that end, we feel it would be better if we all lived together, instead in two separate households."

Lucy, recognizing politi-speak when she heard it, tossed in her own rationalization.

"Plus we've been in love with each other for a long time, but never admitted it to each other or did anything about it.  Now seems like a good time to do something about it."

"You love him?" Sam's voice was high.  The conflict within her was as plain in her voice and on her face as if it had been painted there.

"We both love him," said Lucy, gently.

"What does that mean?" asked Mallory, who heard the hurt and fear in Sam's voice, and empathized with her best friend.

"It means we both love him," said Lucy.  "And we're both going to keep loving him."

"I don't understand," said Sam.

"Why don't you and I go have a little private talk," suggested Lucy.

"Why?"  Sam was clearly agitated, now.  She anticipated getting the evil step-mother talk, which would start with something like, "Okay, you little bitch. I'm in charge now, and you're going to do what I say!"

"Just trust me, Sam," said Lucy.  "Everything will be okay."

"Everything?"

Lucy moved toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"Please, honey.  Come with me.  Bob can talk to Mal and Randy while I answer your questions."

Casting a worried look at her cousins, Sam moved slowly toward Lucy.  The two of them disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

"I told you she didn't murder him," snorted Randy. 

His thought processes, when confronted with both the scene of his mother kissing Bob, and their astonishing announcement, were different than that of the girls.  That's not unusual, of course.  To him, the scene of the kissing meant that nobody was going to get murdered.  Furthermore, it meant that instead of a dissolution of a relationship that might tear the teens apart, it was now quite likely that such tearing apart wasn't going to happen either.  That felt good.  Even if it meant he had to go back to beating off, instead of sheathing his straining prick in somebody's soft, clasping pussy.  That wouldn't be nearly as much fun, but it beat the shit out of never seeing either his sister or Sam again.

"You laugh," said Bob, "but there for a while it was a close thing."

"What happened?" asked Mallory, who was still worried about Sam.

"We talked," said Bob, simply.  "And we found out that things weren't as dark as they seemed."

"How could that be?" asked Mallory.

"Do you trust me?" asked Bob.

"Yes," she said, instantly.

"Then just trust me when I say there are things you don't need to know about right now, that have allowed your mother to understand what happened, both between you and me, and you and Randy."

"That's crazy!" said Mal.

"Maybe so," said Bob, shrugging.  "But it's also true."

Mallory, for as ditzy as she sometimes seemed, could be sharp as a tack.  She paled, and then moved around as if her feet hurt.

"She did it with Uncle Alvin!  Didn't she!"

Bob didn't groan, but it was only with effort.  Instead, he said nothing.  He didn't have to.  Mallory went on.

"Two years ago, when we were at a family reunion, Uncle Alvin walked by her in the kitchen and he slapped her right on the ass!  She turned around and hit him on the shoulder, but not hard. And she was smiling!  They didn't think anybody saw them, but I did, through a doorway.  That's what happened, wasn't it?  She and Uncle Alvin did things when she was my age!"

"It would be wise if you don't tell her you figured that out," said Bob, sighing.  "She's embarrassed about it."

"Wow!" sighed Mallory.  "Maybe that's why I did it.  Maybe it's in our genes."

Bob smiled inwardly.  Mal was definitely Lucy's daughter.  They looked alike and thought alike, too.

"She said the same thing, but we decided that wasn't the case," he said, gently.

"So what does this mean?" asked Randy, ever practical.

"It means that she understands how the two of you can feel attracted to each other.  And how Sam and I can feel attracted, too."

"What I meant was what's going to happen?"  The boy frowned.

"You mean if we get married."

"Yeah.  That too."

"It means there will be some rules you have to follow, but nobody is going to make you stop."

"You're kidding!" gasped both teens.

"I am not."

"What about Sam?" asked Mallory.  "And you and me?"

"That's negotiable too," said Bob.

"Well fuck me to tears," said Randy.

His sister punched him in the arm, hard. 

He didn't even complain.

Lucy chose Samantha's bedroom intentionally, because it was Sam's turf, and would help her feel more secure.  She sat on Sam's bed and patted the bedspread next to her.  Sam continued standing. She looked like she might bolt at any second.

"I know you love your father," she opened.

Sam nodded, but it was more out of nervous release than in agreement.

"I do too.  I've loved him a long time.  For years."

"You never said anything," said Sam.

"That's complicated," said Lucy.  "Maybe some day we can have a long discussion about that.  For now, I need to ask you a question."

"What?"

Lucy looked around.

"I understand you don't spend much time in this bedroom anymore."

Sam flushed, but the worry and fear in her gave her courage.  She nodded again, this time in silent agreement.

"If Bob and I got married, would you be willing to spend more time in here?"

Sam blinked.  She didn't know what that meant.

"Maybe several nights a week?" asked Lucy, flushing herself.

Sam blinked again.  Her mind churned.

"You mean ...?"  She was afraid to say it, afraid to put things on the table, where offers might be rejected, demands made.

"I mean share him with me," said Lucy, blushing furiously.

"You're kidding," said Sam, weakly.

"No, I'm not," said Lucy.  "At least until you go off to college.  Who knows what might happen then?  It's likely you'll meet some interesting men.  You might decide to make a life with one of them."

Sam's mind whirled.  She'd thought of a hundred scenarios after Mallory's tearful admission that their carefully kept secret was out, but not this one.  She couldn't even imagine thinking of this one!  She moved to sit on the bed, because her knees felt a little weak. Even so, what she'd come to believe so long ago surfaced automatically.

"I'm going to marry Randy," she said.

Lucy controlled the urge to smile.

"Well, until that happens, then," she said.

"Why?" she asked, her voice just a whisper.

Lucy looked around.  Like Bob, she didn't want to say too much.  Not yet.  But she needed to say something that would convince Sam that this idea wasn't some kind of craziness.

"When I met your dad I was already going with his brother."

"You mean Uncle Brad," said Sam.

"Yes.  And I was in love with him.  But then I met your father and I liked him a lot too.  A lot.  I wished I was allowed to be in love with both of them.  Do you understand?"

Sam nodded.  "That's like Mal.  She feels that way about Daddy and ... Randy."  It had been hard to say that, but it seemed appropriate to the conversation.

"Exactly," agreed Lucy, much to Sam's relief.  "So I can understand how a woman can love two men, or how two women could love the same man."

Sam's brow furrowed.

"But you know what we do."

Lucy nodded, and she blushed again.

"I'd like to do the same thing."

"And you don't mind ..."  Sam swallowed.  This was dangerous.  "If we still ... " She couldn't say it out loud.  Not in front of Lucy.  "Sometimes?" she gasped in completion.

"I'll be honest with you.  I'm a little jealous of you right now.  And I'm sure I'll be jealous later too.  But I'll try to fight that.  I know he loves you, but that's normal.  I know he loves me too.  We have a lot of lost time to make up for, because we were both foolish and didn't tell each other how we felt.  But I think he has enough love for both of us.  The question is how do you feel about it?"

"You mean about ... sharing him?"  Sam's voice squeaked a little.

Lucy nodded.

Sam jumped up.

"Are you kidding?  I've wanted you two to get together for years too!  Mallory too!  This is wonderful! And it's even more wonderful if I can still ..."  She blushed again.  "Not have to live in here all the time," she finally finished. 

Then she giggled.  She'd get to keep sleeping with her daddy!  And she already knew that that wouldn't last her whole life.  She was level headed enough to know that, if she wanted her own family, it would have to be with a different man.  She'd always assumed that would be Randy.  But if she could keep her current relationship with her daddy, and he and Lucy be together too, that was the best possible outcome in her mind.  She was amazed, astonished.  Suddenly she turned and crashed into Lucy, hugging her.

"Ohh, thank you!  Thank you so much!  I love you!"

"And you won't get too jealous when I'm sleeping with him?" asked Lucy, hugging her niece warmly.

"Not if I can be with Randy during those times," said Sam, suddenly saucy.

Lucy almost slapped her on the ass for being so impertinent.  But she remembered all those times when she chose which brother to sleep with.  It had given her a feeling of power, at a time when she had very little.

Sam pushed away.

"What about Mallory?" she gasped.

"You mean what about Mallory and her brother," said Lucy, her face calm.

"Yes," said Sam, her voice small, and suddenly filled with worry again.

"Your father and I feel like it's probably better if they be allowed to seek that kind of companionship inside the home, instead of driving them out and making them have sex with strangers."

"That's pretty blunt!" gasped Sam.

"What do you think?"

"You mean I even get a vote?"

"I'm interested in what you think," insisted Lucy.

Sam thought about it for a bit.

"Actually, I think you're right.  Randy will always have me.  He says he's going to marry me, and I’ve always assumed that would happen someday.  But Mallory needs somebody too.  And I assume that even if you're willing to share Daddy with me, you probably won't want to share him three ways."

Lucy smiled.  Actually, the thought of finally having Bob at all made her much more flexible than any of the rest of them would have even fantasized.  She decided to cross that bridge should it ever loom in the near distance.  To that end, she didn't say anything one way or the other.

"Yes," said Sam, seriously, filling the silence.  "I think that's the best resolution.  If Randy and Mal can still ... um ... you know ... I think that will work best."

"If we're going to be all adult about this, you're going to have to be able to say more than, 'um ... you know'," said Lucy, smiling.

"I'll work on that," said Sam.

"So ... are we agreed?"

"If you mean you marry Daddy and we both sleep with him, then yes, I am very agreed," said Sam.  She looked confused.  "I mean I agree."

Lucy laughed.

"Thank you," she said.

Sam's eyes got round.

"You're thanking me? I'm the one who should be thanking you!"

"You're welcome," said Lucy.  "But you have no idea how long I've wanted to be able to love your father ... like you love him."

A gleam came into Sam's eye.

"Tell you what.  How about us kids stay at your house tonight, and you can stay here?"

Lucy's eyes widened.

"You're a saucy little wench.  Do you know that?"

Sam dimpled, smiling happily.

"One other thing," said Lucy.

"What?" asked Sam.  She wasn't worried anymore.

"Your father says you're used to being the woman of the house.  I am too.  Is that going to cause any problems?"

Sam waved a hand.

"If I can still sleep with Daddy sometimes, you can be the woman of the house the rest of the time.  I'll just help out when you need it."

"Deal," said Lucy, extending her hand.

Sam ignored that, and pushed in for another breast-to-breast hug.

Then she bounded out of the bedroom and skipped down the hall.  As she burst into the living room, she yipped, "It's going to be okay!  Everything is going to be okay!"

"Duh!" exclaimed Randy.  "We already knew that."

Things were still strange enough amongst them all that it was decided to bring some regular normalcy back to things by having a meal together.  Randy and Mal's supper had been interrupted, first by their own lust, and then by the arrival of their mother, home early.  Neither had had much appetite since then.  Sam had been making a casserole when everything blew up.  It was still on the kitchen counter, and it was determined it was probably not safe to eat and needed to be discarded.  So they went out to eat.

Their behavior was comical throughout the meal.  While all the important decisions had been made, nobody seemed to insist on getting to the details of implementation, as it were.  That was probably more because the teens were afraid of pushing things, and the adults were still a little shy about talking about such taboo subjects out loud.  Especially in a restaurant.

So just about all of them were eager for the meal to be over so that bed could be gotten to.  Sam had already announced that there would be a sleepover at Mallory and Randy’s house, while the adults would "continue their discussion about marriage" at her home, which discussion was anticipated to last all night.  That announcement was met with a strained silence as all present thought about what that might be like.

That might be why there was a lot more eating and a lot less talk than at previous nights out for this group. 

Then the bill was paid and the car was loaded and there was more strained silence on the way home.  Once they got there, Lucy said, "I need to get some things from the house."

"Like what?" asked Mallory, automatically.

"Like pajamas?"  Her mother blushed.

"You can wear some of mine," said Sam, dead pan.

"You think your PJs will fit me?" asked Lucy.  Sam was about the same height, but Lucy's figure was much more full bodied.

Sam leaned forward from the back seat and cupped her hands around Lucy's left ear.

"I don't wear any when I sleep with Daddy," she whispered.

"Oh!" said Lucy, who felt heat suffuse her face.  "I at least need a toothbrush."

"That's true," said Sam.  "You can't use my toothbrush."

There was a hurried trip over to her house and then Lucy hurried back to Bob's, a sports bag hung over her shoulder.

Suddenly, the teens were left alone in Randy and Mallory's house.

And they knew their mother wasn't coming home until in the morning. 

At the soonest.

"Why does this feel so strange?" asked Lucy, as she set her bag down.  It had toiletries in it, and a clean set of clothes for the next day.

“Maybe because, in the average courtship, the couple doesn’t approach a moment like this so openly,” he opined.

“We’ve been open with each other for years,” she said.

“Not about going to bed together,” he said.

She froze for a few seconds, but then relaxed.

“You’re right.  I’ve had dreams about doing this for all those years, but nothing ever happened.  Maybe it’s the fact that something is going to happen now that makes this feel strange.”

"C'mere," said Bob, reaching for her hand.  He pulled her against him and kissed her soundly.  His hands squeezed her butt.  When he pulled back, he asked, "Does that feel strange?"

Lucy pushed her loins against his and rubbed sideways.  She could feel his erection.

"Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she vamped.

"It is not a pistol, however I have to warn you, it's loaded and might go off at any second. It’s a dangerous thing to play with."

"Ooooo. Danger.  That makes me all excited."

She kissed him again.

"I want to see it!" she whispered, when she pulled her lips from his.  "I've wanted to see it for years."

"Your wish is my command," he said.

Ten minutes later, after their clothing had been scattered to the winds, she was on the bed on her back.  She hadn't gotten to "see it" for more than a few seconds, but wasn't complaining.  That's because said prick was firmly filling her hot, tight pussy.

"Ohhhh," she groaned.  "I've needed this for so long!"

"Me too," he panted.

"You've had Sam," she said, feeling like she might as well test those waters here and now.

"It's not the same," he said, powering into her.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to get her pregnant," he groaned, going in deep and spewing his load.

That was the first time Lucy had given even one thought to her own reproductive status in this whole thing.

Next door things weren't so frenzied.  They were odd, but not frenzied.

Sam and Mal were lying side by side, holding hands.  Both were naked.  Their inside legs were tangled as Randy avidly hopped from one to the other, inserting his penis and giving each girl a dozen strokes before moving back to the other.  It had been Mallory's idea.  Sam had decided to try it just to see what it was like to share a man in a way more immediate than she'd had to before this.

She found that she didn't hate it at all.

The only discussion concerned who Randy was going to get to spurt in first.

"Don't you get me pregnant," moaned Mal.  She still had no idea it was much too late to worry about that.

"We're going to have to do something about that," said Sam.

"We can, now.  We can get on the pill," panted Mal.

"We have all night," said Sam.  "Go ahead and be happy with Mallory first."

"You want to get me pregnant?" whined Lucy, next door.

"Oh, hell yes," he groaned.

"I'm not sure I want to have another baby, Bob," she moaned.

"Too late now," he sighed, as his cock flexed and pushed the last drops of his semen into her.

"We have to get the girls protected," she said.

"Agreed," he gasped, trying to decide whether to get off of her or enjoy letting his weight down on her naked body.

"And maybe for me too," she wheezed, as he decided to see what it felt like to rest on her, just for a minute.

"Sorry I couldn't go longer," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

"We have all night," she whispered back.

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