Chapter 7

The next morning, she sat demurely in the red Mercedes 450 SL, Vic at the wheel driving towards Malibu, both of them, retracing her steps of the night before. It was an amazing story he told her. He didn't tell her everything, though, leaving the rest for the best person, her father.

"You mean, after that fantastic fucking scene, you went out and called Daddy?" Lisa blurted out, nothing making too much sense, nothing really penetrating that deep inner peace she felt

"Yes. He was going crazy with worry. Had the cops looking everywhere. He'd even called in a firm of private detectives."

She smiled; even after all of the shit she'd pulled, her father really cared. But Vic was speaking again, "And you should have seen the faces of Brad and David when I told them who you were and what was happening." He laughed now. "You were peacefully sleeping off all those poppers by then. But the three of us talked long into the morning. None of us got much sleep."

By now, they had entered the driveway and Lisa could hear the gravel crunching under the car tires. It felt good to be back home, even if she was a little scared of her Daddy's reactions.

But all that fear disappeared when Lisa and Vic walked hand in hand around to the pool and Lisa spotted her Daddy, naked as a jay bird, in the shallow end of the pool, sporting an enormous hard-on, slowly working his way over to a big fleshy woman, floating on one of those inflatable pool rafts. She too was naked. With her legs spread wide apart. What was happening? Had everything changed so drastically overnight? Lisa was completely stunned.

And she was even more so when her Daddy stretched his hands out to Vic and said, "Ah, Vic, my son. I see you've got her with you. And you two have become fast friends in the meantime, eh! Just as I hoped. You see," he turned to the woman, "everything always works out for the best."

What in the hell was going on? Lisa wondered. But there were more surprises to come. Still more.

"Is she all right, Vic?" the woman asked.

"Yes, mother." Vic replied.

Mother! Mother! That's what Vic had called her. And her Daddy had called him Vic, my son. Was this her half-brother? Had she sucked off her half-brother last night? What was happening? Lisa was sure somebody was going crazy, and it might have been her.

By now, her father was out of the pool, still sporting that magnificent hard-on. "Let me explain, my child." he said tenderly.

And explain he did.

"After your mother died so tragically, I was lonely and lost. I buried myself in the business and made more money than ever but still nothing could Stop this pain inside. One night, I stopped in at Ships, you know, down on Wilshire. I was so lonely, I just wanted to see people, to hear them talk, to be with someone. Well, that's when I met Pat," he indicated the big woman, holding his hand. "She was the waitress who served me coffee. She was so kind and friendly. I began dropping in there every night. Just to talk, you understand. Well, one thing led to another, and I fell in love. But then, I had a problem, a big one at that. You.

"I wanted to marry Pat and adopt Vic, her son. But I wasn't sure how you'd take it. After all, I had brought you up to believe that you were so much better than the rest of the world, cars, big house, exclusive club, finest schools, etc. I was sorry, but Pd made a snob out of you. And I didn't want you looking down on Pat since she was only a waitress. And Vic, he's a fine boy. Next year he's going to graduate from UCLA Law School and come into the business with me. I wanted you two to be friends. That's why I concocted this little scheme of bringing him here to work. He's handsome, he's big. I was sure that you'd become good friends soon. Cut through that snooty shit. But . . ." he spread his hands wide, "whatever happened is all my fault. I never was really able to talk to you. Call it the generation gap. Call it whatever you want. There was no communication between us." He paused for a moment. "But I see, it's all worked out fine. You too are really good friends. And Pat and I can go ahead with our long-delayed plans."

Lisa had felt something for Vic since that first day. But it was only that morning at David's apartment that it all became as clear as crystal. When Vic announced that he was taking her back home, she agreed reluctantly on the condition that each one separately and alone make it with her. One more time, for the good time.

David she sucked willingly, getting off on the way his long cock slid down her throat so expertly. Brad she allowed to ass-fuck her, wanting to feel that giant organ of his up her sensuous asshole. And Vic. She saved the best part for Vic. Nor was she sorry either. There was some kind of magic in the way that curved dong of his just completely satisfied all her desires, all her longings.

She couldn't explain it; his was not the longest, or the thickest. But somehow that cock of his was everything pleasurable rolled up into one. And she really got off on the moans and groans coming from him as he plunged into her juicy cunt.

So, in her mind, Lisa had decided that Vic was the one she wanted more than the other two. But her father was talking again.

"Why don't you two join us for a swim? That way we'll all get to know each other. Properly."

And Vic and Lisa did just that. Now they were all united. One big happy family.