Chapter 10

"I love you," Barbie said earnestly. "In fact, I don't know how I've lived twenty-one years without knowing you, without knowing the joy that you know how to give."

She kissed her sister-in-law feverishly, further tousling Lorna's hair, running her hands up and down the sweaty back which was coated by now with a fine, gritty coat of sand grains.

"I'm not exactly dissatisfied with you, either," Lorna replied, laughing. "You were a little rough the first time you went down on me, but that second-wow! Talk about a fast study!"

The cupped the orange-sized mounds of Barbie's tits and felt the body heat seep into her palms as the nipples throbbed and the tits hardened to her loving touch. Truly a delicious little piece, she thought with complete approval. Ken had lucked out better than he deserved when he brought this tight young filly into the family circle.

Barbie leaned back, sighing, her hands fitting over Lorna's and further molding them to the ripe round curves of her boons.

"The only thing I regret," she said sorrowfully, "is Ken. What are we going to tell him? About us, I mean? Oooh, I don't know how I could have thought I loved him, Lorna! Not the way I love you, darling!"

"Listen, Barbie-doll, I know what you're going through. But before you hire a divorce lawyer, maybe there are a few things you should know. First-about Ken. He digs the hell out of you, just like I do, and if you didn't feel something toward him, well, you wouldn't have married him in the first place. Would you? I mean, I remember the wedding. How you glowed in your white gown, the way your eyes sparkled and glimmered when you tossed back your veil to be kissed. God, not only that-the way you looked at him last night, when we were all three at dinner. So think about that, darling, for a moment at least.

"Second-even if you think you're washed up with him-well, I'm not. You're entitled to know this, Barbie. Ken and I have been lovers, of sorts, for a great many years. It started when we were just kids. Things like that happen, even in the best-regulated families, which ours certainly wasn't. Daddy was busy with some sleazy bitch who was after his money. Ken was growing up, curious as hell, and a little shy about satisfying his curiosity. And me? Well, I was hot as a two-dollar pistol. I certainly haven't changed, if you didn't notice. Anyway, we found ourselves balling once, and it just went on and on. I've had a lot of guys, and he's still my favorite. Maybe it's because he's my brother and we're biologically and spiritually close. Maybe it's because he looks very much Ike me, and vice versa. Maybe it's because he's just the best stud I know. I was jealous as hell when he told me about you, and I hated the ground you walked on for an obscenely long time. That's all changed now, of course.

"Anyway, what I'm getting at is this, Barbie-doll. Why should any of us-you, me, Ken-worry about being exclusive, about cutting off anyone else? I go for you, and you go for me, and I go for Ken and he digs you. Doesn't it seem to you that we have the potential for an interesting three-way relationship? One that would prove rewarding for all three of us?"

"But after last night? After the way he hurt me? God, Lorna-I suppose you could call it rape, what he did to me!"

Lorna smiled benignly. "He has a few hang-ups, sure. One of them is that I still attract-the hell out of him. Through most of dinner I had my toes in his lap, under the table. And his cock got hard! God, how it got hard! For a little while I considered getting down and going down, right there in the dining room, in front of you, in front of God, in front of everybody. My suspicion is that he threw himself all over you because he loved you, because he wanted to prove that it was you he wanted, not me. It's elementary Freudianism, but it sounds logical enough to me. What do you think?"

"Don't know," Barbie declared sullenly. "What I do know is that when you put your hands on me. when you put your mouth on me, well, I go crazy. I want to do that a great many more times, Lorna. With you. If it means I've turned into a lesbian or whatever you call it, then that's the way it'll have to be."

'You're not even the same person you were last night," Lorna countered, trying to make her sister-in-law understand the obvious. "You were nervous and tense and, for all practical purposes, a virgin. But you've opened up now, just like an orchid come into bloom. So, before you go spilling your guts to Ken and saying things you might regret the rest of our life, why not let big sister try for just a little while? Okay, baby? Will you trust me? Do precisely what I tell you, try anything I ask you to try? If not for Ken, if not for yourself, then for me?"

"I don't know if I want to," Barbie replied. "Isn't it as perfect for you as it is for me? Why should we try to change anything? Can't we keep it just this way?"

"There's no perfect," Lorna said lightly. "There s only the current we have to drift along with. Everything changes, and sometimes it's for the better. Of course, even the worst will change again. Trust me, honey pie. Just trust me."

She stood, shaking the sand from her legs. "It's getting late," Lorna announced. "Put your clothes on, darling, and let's head back to Princess Royal. Time's a wasting!"

"Oh, it's you, darling!" Lorna said with a bright smile, opening the door of her room. She made a little sweeping curtsy, stooping low to give Ken a peek into the low-cut front of her lounging kimono. "Come in, won't you?"

He stood at the threshold, making a funny pursed furl of the lips. "I just stopped by to see if Barbie is ready to go to dinner."

"Oh, sorry," Lorna replied, indicating the emptiness of Room 312. "She doesn't seem to be here at the moment, does she? Why don't you come in and sit down and have a drink and tell me all about your fishing expedition."

"Where is she?"

"Oh, she'll be back ere long," Lorna assured him. She took his hand, pulling as her eyes invited, and slowly, very slowly, he took a step towards her. The second step was much easier for him, and Lorna pushed the door shut as he came into her hotel room. "See?" she went on. "That didn't hurt at all, did it?"

He said nothing in reply, beyond a muttered "Thanks" when she handed him a glass of whisky and soda.

"I have a delightful, really delightful day," Lorna said, parking her ass on the side of her bed. She sipped at her drink as the kimono lifted and separated. It was short to begin with, reaching only to mid-thigh, and she sat now in a slightly spraddled position which made it perfectly clear to her brother that the kimono was the only thing she had on. Barring a discreet but aromatic scent of perfume, of course.

"Your Barbie-doll is really a sweetheart. You know, darling, I don't resent her at all. Not since I've gotten to know her so much better. You're really very lucky, and she'll make a darling addition to the family."

"Come off it, Lorna!" he barked angrily. "And put your legs together, for Christ's sake! I can see almost to your lower intestine! Look-I don't know what you're trying to prove by playing up to Barbie, but-"

And he stopped speaking. Instead of closing her legs, Lorna was even then untying the waist sash of her kimono and allowing the garment to fall open with breathtaking effect. Her full pink-nippled tits popped into sight, the teats already standing up proud and stiff, and she ran one lazy hand down the front of her body, touching herself from neck to cunt while he sat with ever-reddening face.

"Mmmmmm," Lorna purred contentedly. "I've had a nice day in the sun, and an even nicer bath, and I'm still tingly everywhere that matters. Do you know what would make my day absolutely complete?"

"Lorna!"

"Three guesses, darling," she said, rising and moving towards him, her body completely bare as the kimono fell from her tanned shoulders. "Or do you need three guesses?"

She stopped directly before Ken, threw her arms around his head, and pulled his face against the soft cushions of her jugs, holding him there until he ceased to struggle.

"Hurry," she commanded, stepping back and dropping to her knees on the floor. "Barbie won't be gone forever. We'll have to knock off a quickie this time, but maybe later this evening we can get together for some real fucking. Will a quickie hold you?"

She put her hand into his lap. tracing the outline of his prick. "Why isn't your cock hard yet, darling? Am I moving too fast? Here-let me help-" and she unzipped him with deft fingers, reaching in, seizing his cock, dragging it through the undone fly before he could move or even speak in protest.

"Oh, it looks so cute when it's all soft and shriveled," she laughed, leaning in to apply her tongue to the reddish tip. It was as if power had suddenly been switched on in her brother's body. His cock began to erect massively, growing in jerks and shudders until one finger was no longer enough to control his hard, thick shaft and Lorna had to add another finger and thumb.

"I'm going to suck your cock first," she promised, "but only for a minute or two. We don't have a lot of time and I do want to have it in my cunt before we're finished."

"Goddamn you," he said weakly, sounding as if he'd just been whipped with a cat-o'-nine-tails. "Won't you ever let me go?"

"Not as long as I live," she said, taking the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucking hard.

His cock got even harder then, pushing its way deeper into Lorna's mouth, and she used her tongue to welcome its penetration, bathing his tool with her saliva and warming it in her sexual heat.

"Oh, God, step on it," he told her. "If Barbie sees this-"

Lorna uncocked him for a second, looking up with a sly grin. "Don't sweat it, darling. If she's not in the room, well, won't she have to knock on the door so I can let her in? We'll have plenty of warning, won't we. little brother? So vou just sit there like a good boy and let big sister take care of this nasty old hard-on for you. Ooooohh, it's a big fat one now, darling, all swelled up and throbbing! I can feel your heartbeat if I put my fingertip on this big hard vein. Oh, really sweet, Ken!"

She was teasing him and she knew it. He squirmed uncomfortably on the edge of the chair, one of his hands on the base of his cock. Lorna grew quiet for a moment as Ken rubbed his prick back and forth on her lips, then grasped her head with his other hand and angled her mouth towards the end of his tool. It shoved against her lips with a driving need, and she opened willingly, taking it inside once again. This time she opened as deeply as she was able and moved her head down upon his prick until the hair on his nuts tickled her nose and chin and the tip of his knob was riding in her warm wet throat, where, she liked to believe, it always had belonged and always would.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it," he panted tonelessly, pushing towards her as she proceeded to obey his request. "Suck my prick like you wanted to last night, when you kept playing with me under the table. Suck my cock, you lousy bitch!"

That last sentence seemed rather uncalled-for, but she sucked his cock all the same, for she was satisfying her own desires as much as his. Her head moved intricate patterns of his rod, pulling the prick-flesh to one side, then the other, sometimes taking it very deeply, sometimes swallowing only the tip and bathing it with her tongue while it shivered, trapped just behind the locked clamp of her front teeth. And occasionally she let his cock leave her mouth altogether while she used her tongue and the edges of her teeth on the vulnerable, sensitive exterior of his prong, moving up and down his shaft in quick, nibbling passages.

At length she raised her face from her brother's prick and looked up him, saliva glistening all around her mouth. "Fuck me now," she panted. "Drop your pants and let me ride your lap until I come all over your balls, little brother!"

He didn't say anything; he grabbed her by the wrists and jerked her to her feet, then let go of Lorna and hastened to get his pants down. They fell to his ankles, lying in a heap on the floor around his feet, and his cock bounced up, jutting at a rakish, horny angle which delighted Lorna and sent a little twitter of excitement rampaging through her pussy. She poised herself above him, straddling his thighs, while he straightened his cock and aimed it up at her waiting, wet gash. She came down slowly, purring with glee as his dick-head grazed the lips of her cunt and moistened itself even more in her lubrication.

"Stick it innnnnn!" she hollered, settling down so energetically that her pussy simply gobbled up the teasing shaft of his cock and it was suddenly in her cunt fully, heavily, thickly, so beautiful a stuffing that her teeth began to chatter. Or was it merely the excitement of being fucked once again by her favorite man in all the world? Wasn't it really because Ken still had no idea what this meant in its totality?

"Oh, fuck me, little brother, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, make me come!" she chanted as she bounced on his lap, taking every inch of his sizable cock up her snug clutching pussy and loving every inch of it, too.

She grabbed his shoulders while he gripped her waist and ass, and she leaned in close so that her tits swung in his face, the nipples hot enough to scorch flesh. One of those nips had a seeming affinity for Ken's lips. It touched him again and again, until he opened his mouth and sucked it in, pulling the erectile flesh until it felt incredibly long to the woman who owned it.

"Oh, I wish, I wish-I wish Barbie were here to see this, darling!" she groaned in a loud voice.

Ken didn't say anything. His mouth was full of a pink nipple and the peak of the tit which it surmounted, and she felt his drool flowing across the lower slope of her titty as he nursed it like a very horny baby.

Lorna's eyes were beginning to glaze with lust as the bathroom door opened and Barbie came tiptoeing into the room, naked as she'd been on the beach, scrubbed pink from a hearty shower. Barbie's face was alight with interest, her green eyes enlarged. She watched Lorna riding up and down on Ken, and she stepped closer, moving as quietly as her tingling toes would allow.

"My God," Lorna giggled. "Barbie really is here, and I think she sees what you're doing to me, little brother!"

Ken's head spun wildly as the meaning of her words sank in, and he saw his naked wife as she stood watching. He released Lorna's nipple and his face went scarlet and he stopped fucking. Lorna felt his cock begin to go soft within her cunt, and she knew that the sight of his wife had rendered him impotent. She hoped he could recover from the surprise, because she had some big plans for Ken and his prick. With a sigh she arose from his limp organ, turning to Barbie.

"What-what's happening?" Ken stammered. "You-Barbie-"

Barbie moved to Lorna, arms extended, and she embraced her sister-in-law passionately. Their naked bodies rubbed together as their lips ground upon one another's, and he saw his sweet, pure wife reach low to cup the cheeks of his sister's ass. Lorna squirmed delightedly in that hugging embrace, her mouth opening as if she meant to swallow Barbie's entire head, and he looked on in horror, his entire world collapsing in flames about him. What in the name of God .. . ?

The women broke their embrace and came towards him, holding hands. Barbie, he noticed, had gotten a thin coating of tan on the previously white areas of her tits and hips. Had she been sunning naked somewhere? And with Lorna? It seemed unimportant, even then, but the unanswered question left a nagging feeling of uncertainty in his mind. And thinking about that helped keep him from thinking about other things. Like, what was happening right now?

"You may be interested to know," Lorna began, "what Barbie and I discovered today, on our little outing. Show him, dear."

Obediently, Barbie sat down on the floor where Ken could see. She opened her legs, displaying her pussy hair and the lovely petal of a cunt inside, and then, with three fingers in a thick bunch, she started to corkscrew her way into that pussy, eyes rolling and lips fluttering as she made penetration and entry. Sweat showed on her forehead and her small tits jiggled delightfully as she got into finger-fucking herself.

"Uhhhhh!" she cried,, ass bouncing gently on the floor. "UHHhhhhhhh!"

"Barbie!?" Ken said, unbelieving.

Lorna patted his knee. "Isn't it amazing?" she said. "You see, darling-all this time you thought she was angelically innocent and pure, when really it was just a little case of frigidity! But I'm here to tell you, Ken, she isn't frigid any more. Show him, darling!"

Barbie rose, crawling to Ken on her hands and knees. She looked (and smelled, Lorna noticed) like a bitch in heat, her dainty little tail wagging as she crawled.

Lorna grabbed Ken's limp cock. "Suck it, darling. Just like I showed you."

Barbie took the. cock in her hand, holding it firmly and eyeing it with a curious stare. "I don't know," she said hesitantly. "I really don't think I can put it-in my mouth."

"Of course you can!" Lorna chirped. "Let me show you."

She leaned in, retrieving the cock from Barbie's trembling fingers, and she kissed its tip with a loving smack. Ken's prick was still set and very aromatic from the space of time spent fucking in her snatch. She'd recognize that savory taste anywhere.

"Now into the mouth, just so-" and she stuffed it in, sucking furiously until the prick began to erect once more. It was a swift, thrilling erection, and it pushed her face back as the cock began to expand faster than she could swallow it down. Well, she thought, there was no need doing a whole production number. Not when Barbie-doll was hovering on the brink of her first blow-job.

She sucked his cock up and down a few times, swallowing the bulk of his dick to show Barbie that it really could be done, and then she pulled back, freeing Ken's peter.

"It's all yours, honeybunch, so give it bloody hell," she said, turning the tip of the cock towards Barbie's hesitant mouth.

"Okay," Barbie said, giggling nervously.

She licked her lips with thoughtful swipes, then moved between Ken's spread legs. Her hands trapped the upstanding lance of his cock and she stared at it from only a few inches away, obviously summoning up her new-found zeal and courage. Her tongue came out again, farther this time, inching towards Ken's dick, and she touched it once, using only the tip of her tongue, pulling it away almost as soon as the contact had been made.

"Ooooh," she said, "it feels like a snake!"

"A milkshake. maybe," Lorna agreed. "Go ahead."

Once more Barbie used her tongue, this time swiping it a few strokes up and down, just below the scarlet bulge of Ken's cock-crown. She closed one eye and tilted her head, then reapplied her tongue, more knowingly now, laving the entire underside of her husband's prong, from knob to base.

"Oh, God, that felt good!" Ken told her, sincere as hell.

Barbie looked at Lorna, who nodded her approval, too, and then the red-headed girl smiled confidently, just before she pressed her pink lips against the tip of her husband's cock. She kissed him there, the same passionate kind of kiss Lorna had given him, and when her lips made that audible hot smacking sound, Barbie giggled.

"It tastes really nice," she confessed. "It tastes like him and it tastes like you, both at the same time. Wow!"

"Why don't you put his cock in your mouth, and find out how great it really can taste?" Lorna suggested, pushing the back of Barbie's head. The red-headed girl giggled again, opened her mouth in a big O of pleasure and allowed some of Ken's cock to penetrate that willing O.

She was still clumsy, of course, since it was only her first blow-job, but she betrayed the same enthusiasm she'd been displaying since Lorna initiated it all this afternoon, and in just a minute or two Ken was groaning and moaning, reaching with both hands for the head that was whipping such virginal but fantastic skull onto him.

"Don't stop, Barbie," he pleaded. "Keep sucking me! Oh, God, keep sucking!"

He closed his eyes for a moment, astonished by the power of her inexperienced but star-quality mouth, and then he looked to Lorna.

"I don't know whether to love you or hate you," he said weakly.

"Love is always better than hate," Lorna purred huskily, lifting herself. She locked an arm around his neck and smashed her mouth upon his for a kiss that wasn't exactly part of the standard, garden-variety, brother/sister repertoire. He got a hand onto one of her tits, squeezed, felt the hard hot nipple between his fingers, and loved it so much that he twisted his other hand around to seize Lorna's other jug. She leaned into him, filling his hands with her boobs, and she kissed him a long, dreamy time, knowing that it had worked so much better than she could ever have dreamed. Instead of taking Ken away from Barbie, she'd regained Ken and conquered Barbie as well. She had both of them-she'd have them as long as she wanted them, and it would be forever.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Barbie trilled, sucking cock with audible slurps and smacks.

For her first blow-job, she was doing pretty damned well, Lorna noted proudly. She'd spent half an hour, using her finger as a smaller, demonstration model of the male organ, trying to teach Barbie how to suck without biting, how to give pleasure to a man with her sweet, lovely mouth, and it was wonderful to know that the lesson period had not been in vain. Ken enjoyed it, too, she could tell, from the hum on his face against hers while they kissed. She let a hand ride down to his lap, twining fingers through the pubic hairs at the base of his cock, reaching up now and then to stroke Barbie's forehead and tightly shut eyelids, and she could feel Ken squirming as his wife's virginal blowing really got to him, where it mattered.

She pulled her mouth from Ken's, with an effort, and stared down at the frenzied cock-sucking Barbie was dishing out. The girl's head moved like a piston, up, down, the cock slamming in, showing all wet and spit-frothy when

Barbie's head lifted and the rod slid from between her straining lips. Ken had to be on the verge of coming, she thought, and she wanted to see it when it happened. How would Barbie react the first time a cock vomited cum into her sweet, sucking mouth? She was a good hand at lapping up the juices of Lorna's climax, but how would she handle the thicker, tangier gushes of male sperm?

In a moment she had her answer. Ken's face contorted suddenly, the funny face men make when they're on the point of emptying their balls, and Lorna angled her face into her brother's lap, hoping that her presence would give Barbie plenty of moral support, now, when the red-headed girl needed it most.

Or did she, after all? Ken's cock exploded in her mouth, right on schedule, and she went all wide-eyed as the first gush of cum splattered the insides of her jaws. Her lips slackened their hold, some jism leaking from the corners of her mouth, but Barbie didn't seem at all displeased. Lorna shifted her glance to the girl's throat. She saw the gulping motions as Barbie swallowed Ken's cum with a hearty gusto. Far fucking out! she thought. Some women pretended that cum made them sick, but it was obvious that Barbie wouldn't go that cop-out route. She was getting it for the first time and she was digging the shit out of the experience. Well, more power to her, so long as she didn't monopolize all of Ken's cock and concentration!

At any rate, Lorna thought, I really believe that she's over her little infatuation with me. Oh. hopefully not too much over it. I'd hate for her to cut me off, the way Ken planned to do.

Barbie's mouth was gleaming and sticky with spilled cum when she finally let go of Ken's dick, and Lorna reached quickly to grab the prick and squeeze it to keep the erection in place. He was good for more than one shot, even at his worst, and if he wasn't incredibly turned on by the sensation of having two hot, sexy women mad about his body, well-well, Lorna thought, she'd kiss a dog's ass!

"Stay hard, little brother," she panted to the cock in her hands. "You still have to fuck your brand-new bride!"

Somehow they made it to the bed-all three of them. Barbie piled on first, landing on her belly, her slim ass quivering an invitation no one could have refused. Lorna grabbed the cheeks, parted them, and jammed her mouth onto the pussy that was revealed by the sensual spread. Her tongue shot into Barbie, found the cunt already ripe and wet, in prime condition for being screwed. Oh, God, she thought, wishing she had time to suck Barbie to a are-thee-well right now, before Ken made his grand entrance.

But she didn't. He was on his knees beside her, hand shucking the hard-on that even a blasting orgasm had not diminished, and Lorna knew that he was eager to fuck the wife who was finally ready to consummate their marriage in the good old-fashioned way. She stuck a finger into Barbie's cunt then, just to hear the slender redhead wail and whine, and then she pulled it out, grinning at her brother.

"She'd all yours, Ken darling. Fuck her delicious buns off! You've waited long enough!"

Ken fell upon her with a sigh, jamming his cock up Barbie's ready, willing twat.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the girl screamed in sheer, unrestrained passion as her pussy swallowed the cock it had denied for too long, and as he banged his crotch against her precious rump she knew, finally, completely, what being married to this man should have been all about from the very beginning. Her sensuality was awakened, and God grant it would never go to sleep again!

"Barbie, honey!" Ken called, thrusting again and again up her hot, tight snatch-tunnel. "Oh, fuck me, honey! You don't know how I've wanted this! You can't know!'.

"I do, I do!" she screamed in joy. "And I want it, too! Oh, make me come! Fuck me, Ken, darling! Fuck me the way you fuck Lorna! Screw my ass off!"

Watching at the side, Lorna couldn't stop her hand from going into her cunt. She took a big juicy handful of her wet, sopping pussy, and she squeezed until her pubic bone ached.

"God, give it to her!" she encouraged from the sidelines, finger-fucking herself with zeal. Her cuntal slice parted and two fingers rammed inside, fully as hard as Ken's cock was stabbing up Barbie's twat right now, and though it was a substitute indeed, it would have to satisfy her for a few minutes remaining before Ken was ready to fuck her as well.

She lay back, so that she could kiss the orgasmic face of her sister-in-law Barbie, and her finger grew madder, wilder, in her own pussy.

"Oh, hurry, hurry, hurry." she told the fucking couple beside her, sandwiching the words between sucking laps at Barbie's cum-flavored mouth. Sweet-ah, God, it was sweet! But it would be sweeter still! She'd turned this honeymoon into a threesome certainly enough, and so would the marriage of Ken and Barbie become a threesome. Already she considered herself married to both of them, her gorgeous brother and his darling, hot wife. Three. Like the Three Musketerrs. All for one and one for all. None of them would ever be wanting or frustrated again. That was what love was really all about. Really. Love.

She hugged them as they fucked, and it was easy to tell from their cries and shudders that both of them were near orgasm.

Barbie exploded first, screaming as she surrendered herself to the very first heterosexual come of her young life. Not the last, however. Oh, no, not the last! And then Ken collapsed upon her, helpless as his dick spurted fuck-cream up her rippling, sucking pussy. They throbbed and quivered together, sharing that beautiful feeling which had no equal in heaven or on earth, and Lorna panted in expectation.

"Me now, me now," she warbled, extending her hands to Ken.

He stared at her with blank eyes, as if it were taking him a long time to remember who she was and what she was for, but when the memory struck, he smiled broadly. His cock extracted itself from Barbie's puss, and it was still serviceably hard.

Lorna opened her legs and reached for him, chanting, "Screw me, Ken, screw me, Ken, screw me, Ken," as he moved between the compass of her legs.

He hovered above her, his wet cock touching the dark blonde of her pussy hair, and she grabbed his prick, steering his knob towards the hungry slice of her cunt. She rubbed his cock-head on her gash, then groaned and slammed towards him, his prick disappearing into her ready slit, and he was upon her, fucking, kissing, feeling, while Barbie eased up onto her side and watched, green eyes flashing excitedly.

"Fuck her, Ken!" Barbie sang. "Fuck her sweetly, fuck her prettily! Fuck her for you and me and Lorna, too!"

She giggled, reaching for Lorna's tits. Lorna cast an appreciative glance at her sister-in-law, and she knew that this story, at least, had worked its way to the happiest of endings. She had Ken, for all time, and she had Barbie, too, and who could ask for anything more?

"Fuck me," she said, adding her voice to Barbie's chant.

"Of course I'll fuck you," he replied, screwing furiously. "Always!"

"Always!" Lorna repeated. There was never a word so beautiful as that one. Always, Always. Always...