Chapter 3

Somehow his come kept delaying itself. More in frustration now than out of real desire, Scott jerked on his cock. Something was missing, and Scott suspected that something was his wife. It had been a long time since he'd had sex on any level when Carol wasn't part of it. He gave up, adjusting his clothing as he got to his feet.

He stepped over bodies in the darkness, but hardly noticed them. He was suddenly frantic to find Carol. Even if she was with another girl, surely she would let him be a part of it. He would gladly do whatever she suggested. He was more that willing to suck her tits, if she didn't want him to suck her cunt. Or he could tongue her asshole, even, if that was what she desired. Anything, anything at all, as long as Carol directed it. That was his reason for being. Even to play with her pussy, even just over her clothing, that would more than enable him to come.

He nearly tripped over the nearly naked body of his sister. Tere was entwined in what looked like one of the twin's arms. Her face was distorted with passion, and her thighs were spasming around the twin's busily pumping hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at Scott.

"Hi, brother. Wanna join us? I'm so fucking hot I'm even ready for you? I suck a mean cock, Scott. It'll feel a lot better than beating off. Come on. Sit down and take off those pants."

He ignored her, showing he heard at all by the unmistakable burst of speed as he exited the room. Tere's laughter followed him. He bumped into Elliot in the hallway.

Elliot was just returning from the dining room. He had gone in search of the naked girl he'd left there, only to find her wriggling under the hot mouth of his sister-in-law, Carol. Unsure of how to handle the situation, Elliot had decided to withdraw. He knew he had to keep Scott away from Carol until he was sure he knew Carol's tastes.

"Scott! Hey, I haven't had a chance to talk to you all night! Come on, let's get a drink and rap a bit."

Scott looked at his brother as if he might have gone insane. With all this naked sex all around him, Elliot wanted to talk to him! With Elana getting the fucking of a lifetime, and all this delicious pussy to do with as one wished, Elliot wanted to talk! It didn't make any sense.

"Sorry, Elliot, I'm looking for Carol. I have to find my wife." He tried to go around his brother.

Elliot blocked him with his body. "Why? She's okay, I'm sure. Come on, I want to talk to you about this land mess. The two of us should be able to straighten the whole thing out. Now's as good a time as any."

Scott decided that his brother must be a good deal drunker than he looked. He gave him a friendly pat. "Look, pal, I don't know about you, but I'm one horny mother from this little scene tonight. I want to find Carol. I have a little present for her." Silently Scott marveled at how masculine that sounded, how like a statement Elliot himself might make. "See you later."

Elliot was helpless to stop Scott. But perhaps the delay was enough. Surely Carol would have stopped sucking Francie by now.. . . Then she and Scott could go off, and he could have the little cunt all to himself again. Nothing would suit him more. But first he went to check on Elana. He didn't have far to go.

She was still under Mike, still getting fucked.

Looking up through very sleepy eyes, she found herself staring into her husband's eyes. "Hi," she whispered softly, kitten-content, and not at all afraid of his wrath.

Elliot squatted down and looked at his wife and his brother. Her face was lovely, all lit up from the inside with sheer joy. Elliot knew instantly that she had come. She glowed with contentment as he fucked her. All he could see of Mike was the back of his blond head. On impulse, he bent over and pressed his lips to his wife's opened mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth immediately. They kissed for a long moment, then Elliot started to get up. His wife's voice stopped him.

"Wait! Take your cock out of your pants. Let me suck it for a few minutes. Let me suck it hard so you can go fuck Francie or whoever you want.. . "

There was no arguing with such a suggestion. He dropped his pants and moved around until she could comfortably suck his dick. She was the best cocksucker he'd ever known. She was working her tongue-magic on him now better than ever before. He sighed as his prick began to come alive in her hot mouth.

She released him when his cock was standing stiffly at attention. "Now go find some pretty little hole to shove that big dick into, darling.. . Just like Mike is shoving his into me. It feels so good, Elliot.. . so good . . . " Her eyelids drooped.

Elliot got to his feet unsteadily and left his big cock hanging out of his pants. The first thing he saw was Norma or Nedra's lovely ass pointing nakedly in his direction. The girl was in the midst of sucking her sister off, and Elliot was tempted to apply some spit to the head of his dick and ram it right up the prettily puckered asshole in front of him. But he was concerned about Francie, and decided instead to head back to the dining room. He prayed fervently that Scott had come into the room after his cunt-lapping wife had straightened up.

The scene that met his eyes was the last thing he expected to see. He was even prepared for an irate brother, a teary sister-in-law, and an embarrassed and crushed Francie. Instead he walked in on an active threesome. Carol was still working over Francine's gash with her tongue, but Scott, instead of being irate, or hurt, was on his knees, one hand on his cock, the other spreading the cheeks of his wife's naked ass so that he could lick her asshole better.

He was rooted to the floor until Francie's soft voice found him. "Elliot, darling, I've been waiting for you! Come here, Elliot . . . please.. . "

He resisted the urge to make a crack about how patiently she had waited. Instead he sidestepped his brother and sister-in-law and stood beside Francie.

"Why don't you let me suck you, Elliot? I've just been coming and coming, and I'm still so hot.. . . "

He thought about it, then shook his head. "Nope. I want to do something else to you, honey. Are you open for suggestions?"

Like a teenage girl swearing allegiance to her date for the evening, Francie nodded eagerly. "Anything you want, Elliot.. . " She closed her eyes briefly while an intense thrill passed through her body. Carol was obviously a good cuntlapper.

"I want to ram my cock all the way up your sweet little asshole, Francie. That's what I want to do to you. Just like the fifteen year old you told me about. I want to take this big, hard prick of mine and sink it into that tight little hole of yours."

Her eyelids fluttered open. "But . . . that hurts, Elliot. Especially with a big one like yours. Please, couldn't we fuck the regular way?"

Elliot shrugged, feeling great power somehow. "See you around," he called, leaving the room.

Her voice reached him at once. "No! Don't go! If that's what you want, I'll try it. But don't hurt me too bad, please?"

Again he shrugged.

Francie tried to pull her twat out of the other woman's mouth. "Carol. Carol!"

But Carol was on the verge of another orgasm. She held even more tightly and concentrated on her husband's tongue up her anus and the pussy under her mouth.

Francie paused while the woman moaned into her slit. It would be so easy to give into the urge to come with her, but Francie resisted. She pushed the older girl away gently but firmly.

Carol moved away weakly. Scott continued to lick her until she twitched her ass out of his face. "Come on, Scott let's go to our room . . . " She reached down for his painfully swollen cock. "Let's go . . . I have to come one more time . . . " They left without a look at Francie or the intruder.

"How did all that happen?" he asked, pushing her down on her back.

She shrugged. "Carol was here in the dark all the time we were fucking. It got her hot. Very hot. So she came up to me after you were gone and started feeling me up. Then she started licking my pussy." She giggled. "I made her suck your come out of my shitter first. She loved it. After a while, Scott wandered in, whispered something in Carol's ear. She nodded, and he got down on his knees behind her. That's all I know. Whew, this is turning into some party."

"It's only about to begin, baby," he informed her softly, lowering himself onto her. "Just wrap those beautiful legs of yours up around me as high as you can. Try to wrap them around my shoulders." He pressed his cock against her juicy hole until it was thoroughly wetted.

She complied, bringing her legs forward until her small heels were on either side of his nick. "Oh, Elliot, that's going to hurt.. . "

"You'll love it, baby." He rammed fully into her cunt, getting his dick slickly lubricated all the way to the base of his, belly.

"Ooh, Elliot, darling! That feels so good! Yes, fuck me, darling. Fuck my pussy. Stick that thing in and out of my hole. It feels wonderful . . . so big . . . so hard . . . " She was lost in fantasy from the moment he shoved himself into her.

Elliot paused a moment, willing himself not to get carried away by her crooning voice. The little bitch would do anything to talk him out of fucking her asshole, but for all he knew, there would never be another chance to love Francie. He wanted all of her now.

He slipped out of her cunt slowly, then immediately lowered his cock. When the head of his dick felt the crinkled softness of her tensed asshole he shoved.

Her scream was muffled by his kiss. She wrenched her mouth away from his and squealed into his ear. "You bastard! You dirty bastard! It hurts! Get your prick out of me! It hurts!" She beat ineffectually against his chest.

He held very still, savoring the feeling of his entire hard-on being lodged in her squeezing anus. He'd rammed it into her on purpose, knowing that once she adjusted to the sudden pain it would begin to feel good. Still, it took all of his strength to keep it in her, to keep her from twisting out of his grasp.

The pain was beginning to recede, but it still hurt enough for the girl to complain into his ear. "You beast! You said you wouldn't hurt me! Oh, God, it feels like I've got an arm shoved up my ass. Do you have it all in? God, it hurts. It hurts more than when I sat on that boy's lap. His dick was big, and I sat right down on it, taking it up my ass all the way to his balls. But it didn't feel like this! Take it out a little, Elliot, please. Just a little. It's so big it makes me feel like I have to go to take a shit."

Elliot wondered if that was some kind of a threat. He grinned and held still, his balls pressed tightly against the crack of her pretty little ass. "Go right ahead, Francie, baby. I don't give a damn if you shit all over both of us. You're going to take my cock anyway. When I get this tool of mine out of your asshole, I'm going to have left behind my hot cream. Just relax, baby. Loosen up. In another minute it's going to start feeling fine, and then I'm going to fuck you until your eyeballs fall out. You have the most beautiful little ass I've ever seen, and your hole is so tight . . . so tight.. . .It feels like it's squeezing the come right out of my cock. If you really want my prick out of there, concentrate on making me come fast. Tell me about other guys who have rammed their pricks up your asshole . . . "

Francie tightened her grasp on the rigid bar of flesh, experimentally testing it for firmness. It was like a bar of steel. Now that the intense pain was gone, the cock didn't feel all that bad in her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on how it was pressing against her insides. Automatically, her little-girl, big-girl voice started up again.

"The first man who ever did this to me was Ray, this guy I'd been dating when I was fourteen. I'd go out with a lot of guys, most of them young, and I'd let them feel me up and kiss my cunt, and sometimes I'd even play with them. But I wouldn't let anyone fuck me. If I got cornered I'd blow them, but usually just reminding them that I was only a kid cooled them off. Especially the older ones." Francie moved a little, testing to see how his cock felt in her asshole now. It hurt, but not badly. She held still again.

"No, don't move yet, Francie. Just stay still a little longer."

"Ray was about nineteen, I guess. I went out with him a few times, and I guess I teased him something awful." A small sigh escaped her lips: "Don't you want to move that a little in me? It's starting to feel real nice in there." She worked her muscles on his prick again.

The sensation was wonderful, and raised Elliot's blood pressure a few notches. "Um . . . keep that up, honey. Keep doing whatever the hell it is you're doing . . . "

She obeyed, flexing her sphincter muscles, relaxing them, then tightening up again. His cock seemed to expand again in her asshole.

"Tell me more about this Ray . . . The one who first stuck his cock up this delicious little ass of yours."

Francie wriggled on the shaft as she talked. "Well, I teased him a lot, but wouldn't give him any pussy. He didn't dig eating cunt, and didn't particularly go for getting his joint sucked, either. One of those straight fucking types. He really was handsome, and I dug him, so we'd go someplace and make out for hours, and I'd let him put his hands all over me. I even let him finger-fuck me. That was probably my mistake, if you want to call it that. One night he took me out in the woods and nearly raped me. He had his cock half an inch in my pussy. But I told him I'd have him busted for rape if he didn't stop." Her voice was getting thicker as she remembered the incident. Remembering like this, with Elliot's prick in her ass, made it even more delectable.

"Yeah? What happened?" He jabbed her with his prick, a short, unexpected poke that shot a lightning bolt through his balls.

She moaned as his prick prodded her. Her voice lowered to a near whisper. "He got pissed. Really pissed. He accused me of being a prick-teaser. Then he started slapping me around. Not really hard or anything, just slapping me, that's how pissed he was. I didn't mind it much, because he was right. I was a tease, and I figured the fact that I was super-young kept me safe. I never thought of the guys at all. So I offered to beat him off or suck his dick, but he wasn't interested. I really liked him, and I was ashamed of myself. I was almost tempted to let him bust that little cherry of mine, but something held me back. Instead I told him I'd do anything he wanted me to do, short of fucking. He still had me by the hair and was furious. But at my words he began mauling my breasts, hurting me. 'How about fucking you without going anywhere near your cherry?' he asked. I agreed, not knowing what he meant. All of a sudden he was ripping my clothing off me and shoving me to the grass. I was on my belly, and only heard him take out a tube or what turned out to be hairdressing cream. The next thing I knew is he was on my back, one hand holding me down while the other hand guided his prick into my asshole. When I felt him separate the cheeks of my butt I panicked, but it wasn't so bad at all, once I got over my first shock. He was built small, and he pushed it in me real slow," she said pointedly, accusingly. But there was no venom in her voice. She was enjoying his prick too much for that.

Elliot began to fuck her in lazy, long strokes. "Yeah? Go on . . . "

"It was wonderful, the way he fucked my ass. I actually came. But then he just wouldn't stop. I mean, he came, then got hard again right away and started fucking me again. After a while it felt like a hot poker being shoved up my butt. After that, I was death on the idea of anyone fucking me that way."

He was amused. She was straining against him, doing her best now to take every inch of his massive erection. "You hate it, huh?" He increased his strokes.

"Well, I did make an exception or two . . . " She began to groan. "That's right! Just that way! Oh, Elliot, that feels good . . . fuck me, darling, move that big prong of yours in me. My asshole is all stretched out for you. Just keep on fucking me . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . "

Elliot felt his balls recoil, and then he was emptying himself in her bowels. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, cursing softly in her ear as the last drops of come were squeezed out of him.. .

"It's no good! It's no good! I can't seem to come at all!" Scott groaned into the pillow and smiled apologetically at his wife. For the first time in their marriage, all her tricks failed to excite him enough to orgasm.

Carol smiled knowingly. "I know what's wrong, Scott. You're having the same problem I was having."

"What do you mean?" He looked down toward his shrunken prick.

"I've figured it all out. Listen, neither of us has any real desire for anyone of the opposite sex. Not when we have each other. But here, in this insane, wonderful place, we have a hidden, delicious chance to indulge in other things. I get to eat up all these lovely girls, and you . . . " She smiled at him, "you get to play with, suck, possibly even get fucked by your own brothers!"

"No! Impossible! It's the last thing I want," he protested.

She fondled his cock and continued smiling. "Are you sure of that? Are you certain you wouldn't enjoy getting a mouthful of your beautiful brother Kevin's cock? Or Elliot? How about Mike? He has a lovely rod."

Scott felt his penis responding to her hand and her voice.

"Wouldn't you like to get between their strong, hairy thighs and lick and suck their penis'? That time you sucked cock, those soldiers who forced you, were you all that drunk that time? Did you dislike it all that much? If so, why did you go to the bars?" Her hand began jerking him lightly. His cock was hard now. "You suck my clit like it was a little prick. You can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy eating cock right now . . . I know you so well, Scott.. . "

His breathing was shallow. "You . . . you're right, dear. I know you're right. Look how hard I am now." He looked down at himself. "But I couldn't just go up to one of them! They're my brothers!"

She laughed. "Right now they're nothing but a trio of drunken erections, who won't remember any more of tonight-than they choose to remember. But if you don't know how to approach them . . . " she smiled smugly. "I most certainly do. Just say the word and I'll bring you back a nice fat cock to suck. Just say the word, love . . . "

Scott thought of each of his brothers, pictured each of them naked and stiff-pricked in his bed. His cock began to throb against his leg, and his mouth was dry. He thought of the times he'd sucked cock in his life, the times Carol never knew about, the times when he was trying to find himself. That era just before he found Carol. He had liked it, had loved the play of hardness urgently reaming out his mouth, the shocking thrill of a dick shooting into his throat . . . "Yes," he moaned finally . . . "yes . . . "

Carol got off the bed, dimmed the lights, and went out in search of a man.

Bodies were twisting on the floor, nearly indistinguishable in the darkness of the living room. Carol squinted to make out faces, then decided it was not worth the effort. Then she spotted Mike. He was sitting in a corner, watching the others, a dazed expression on his very drunk face. He was naked, watching the others so intently he seemed unaware of the hardness of his own prick.

Carol glanced around, but Elana was no where in sight. She touched his bare shoulder.

He looked up and smiled, though no glow of instant recognition lit his features.

She dropped the hand to his lap. "Come on with me, Mike. Come on, get up. I'll take care of that big thing of yours." She urged him to his feet.

He let her lead him. Her hand on his prick felt fine. She was using it like a handle, leading him out of the room on a leash of flesh. If only she could give him some hint of her name.. .

He grabbed her in the hallway and kissed her, tightening his arms around her smooth sleekness. She endured it silently, then pushed him away. "Come on. Hurry up," she urged. He wondered about her coolness, but he followed her anyway.

The room was dark, and Mike couldn't tell if the body on the bed was male or female. Not that he cared. He was tired, It took the slightest touch from the woman to get him on the bed. His cock was hard, he realized. Very hard. So hard it ached. He wondered what to do about it, then relaxed, remembering that the woman must have ideas for it if she invited him to bed . . .

Carol lowered herself to the bed and pressed her naked breasts against the man's lips. "Suck them, Mike. Go on, put one in your mouth. Use your tongue on it . . . " She put out a hand towards her husband. Scott caught it gratefully and kissed her palm.

Grasping his rigid prick, Scott rubbed himself expectantly. Mike! His handsome younger brother! He could almost feel his prick parting his lips! He watched his brother and his wife in the darkness, waiting eagerly for his turn . . .

She sighed as the man began to work on her tits with his talented mouth. Even drunk he knew what to do. Her nipples hardened although emotionally she felt very removed from this man and his hard, young body. She plotted her approach while making the appropriate sounds as he kissed the underside of her breasts.

Mike was tonguing her passionately, appreciating her as a nameless body, grateful to her for taking care of the erection he hadn't known what to do with. He pressed it against her belly, then attempted to find her hole.

Carol felt her brother-in-law attempt to make a dent in her side. She figured it was about time.

He didn't hear her at first. "Huh?" He cocked his head to one side, then rested it on a small breast. "You say something, honey?"

"I asked if you like eating pussy, Mike. I love having mine licked and sucked. I was hoping you'd do it to me. Please?"

"Love it, baby. Why don't you crawl over my face? Put that pretty little box of your right down on my lips and let me suck it for you.. . . " He got on his back and waited.

Carol climbed up his lean, muscular body and planted herself over his face. She didn't particularly want this man to eat her, but she was excited about what her husband was about to do to him. That excitement kept her cunt nice and damp. "There! Now lick it, Mike. Lick it good for me! Work that tongue of yours in and out of my snatch."

Scott was tense with desire. He reached out and softly began to stroke his brother's body, grateful that Mike had had so much to drink. He felt the fine, curling hairs on his upper thigh, then the smoothness of his lean hips. Scott rubbed the hairy chest and lovingly pinched the hard little nipples. His hand brushed his wife's lean ass.

Mike felt the alien hand on his body. It felt fine. Whoever it was seemed to be thrilled by the feel of his flesh. That was fine, too.

Now he was kissing the hard-yet-soft body.

Scott flickered his tongue out over the flat belly and allowed his hand to inch towards the noble shaft of his brother's cock.

Carol moved up and down on Mike's face, her cunt tickled by his experienced tongue. She craned her neck and slitted her eyes, trying to make out the progress of her husband toward Mike's dick. She thought he was kissing the younger man's thighs now, and that he was anxiously playing with the man's prick. She tensed her muscles and waited, thinking how marvelous it would be to hold back and come just as Scott began to suck his brother's cock . . .

The thick tool completely filled his fist. Groaning, Scott fondled Mike, his lips hurriedly inching towards his balls. When he reached them, he kissed each gently, then sucked one of the fleshy nuts into his mouth, taking infinite care to give pleasure rather than pain. Women never knew how to thrill a man this way. They had no idea of how softly a mouth had to cup balls. But Scott knew. He dimly remembered doing this to those soldiers . . .

Mike groaned into Carol's cunt. A mouth was sucking his balls. It was a new sensation for him, and one he loved. He was aware of the faint bristle of beard at least a half day old against his flesh, but attached no significance to it. Then it hit him that the mouth on his balls was male. He wondered at it a moment, then the question no longer interested him. All he cared for was the pussy in his mouth and the way his balls were being sucked . . . If he hadn't come so many times already that evening he would be shooting off. He was content to take a leisurely tour of this woman's sopping cunt and wait to see what the mouth on his balls would do next.

Carol could see the top of her husband's head moving over Mike's crotch. She strained her hand back there, touching first Scott's hand which held tightly to Mike's prick. Then she felt her husband's parted lips, locked around one of his brother's balls.

"Oooh . . . " she moaned, excited into speaking. "He's sucking your balls . . . He's got your big balls in his mouth!" She reached down and tried to stop his tongue. She was right on the verge of coming. "Stop! Wait a minute! I don't want to come yet! Ooh, wait!"

Scott was immune to all that was going on in Carol's mind and in her pussy. He released his brother's balls from his mouth, and groped in the dark for his glistening cock. He found it with his lips and immediately engulfed the swaying tool. It was as if he had been sucking cock nightly for the major part of his life. He sucked briefly on the silky head, flicked his tongue over the little slit, then took the entire prick into his throat.

Mike thrust his tongue into her pussy as he came into the mouth that was molded to his penis like a second skin. He hadn't expected to come for a long time, wasn't sure if he could come again tonight at all, in spite of his immense erection. But suddenly the dam exploded and he was groaning into her wet cunt and driving every last bit of his prick into the man's throat. As he came he realized finally that this was Carol he was eating . . . And with that realization came the obvious awareness that if this was his sister-in-law on his face, then it must be his brother Scott at his crotch . . . But all such awareness was ultimately lost in the overwhelming sensation of orgasm . . .

Scott gulped down the thick sperm as quickly as it spurted out of Mike's cock. He kept the prick in the cavity between his jaws until it had completely emptied itself. Only then would be consider releasing it. The whole thing had happened so quickly Scott had not realized he had shot off also until he noticed the stickiness against his belly.

Carol slithered off her brother-in-law's face, and fell into her husband's arms. While they kissed long and passionately, Mike got up and staggered out of the room. He continued walking until he came to the first free bedroom. Then, as soon as his head hit the mattress, he was asleep.

Kevin was beyond feeling anything from his belly to his thighs. He felt as if his cock and balls had been through a wringer. On either side of him the twins and his sister Tere were still going at it. He had a finger up one twat, and was staring into another one, one which he had been licking until a moment ago. His tongue felt sprained from all the licking it had been doing. He had fucked, sucked, been sucked, had his ass eaten, ate at least two asses, and did just about everything else there was to do to one or more pussies at one time. His dick felt like raw meat. Withdrawing his finger slowly, he turned on his side which brought his cheek up against a soft, writhing ass, and fell asleep.

Tere felt the face by her ass and pushed back against it. She was rewarded by a muted snore. Losing" interest, she continued kissing the tit pressing against her lips. The twin, Norma she thought it was, was very soft and warm in her arms. This evening was not going as she had expected it to go. Sure, she was having a marvelous time, but not one of her brothers had so much as touched her. She had to be content with getting her cunt sucked and sucking cunt. The closest to incest she had managed was eating her sister-in-law briefly. Elana had been lying there after Mike had rolled off her. Tere had not been able to resist sticking her long tongue up Elana's exposed snatch. She had committed incest by proxy-she could taste her brother's come in Elana's cunt. The same with Francie. She had pulled the girl to the carpet briefly once during the night, forcing her tongue into the girl's cute little pussy. She realized the cream she was tasting then must be Elliot's . . . She wanted to hold Francie there all night long, sucking every last drop out of the girl. But Francie pulled away and resumed her walk across the room to some unknown destination. The memory of those fleeting seconds excited Tere. She wedged her box more firmly against Nedra's sucking mouth . . .

Elliot made himself climb the stairs to his bedroom. He wondered if Elana would be there, and if she would be alone. At this point, his only real interest was in finding enough of the bed empty so that he might get some sleep . . .

He pushed the partially closed door open and made for the bed eagerly. Francie's lovely twat, greedy mouth and tight asshole had wrung the last trace of life out of him. He needed sleep.

Elana was on the bed alone. She was curled up in what appeared to be a deep sleep, but she woke up the instant he hit the bed. "Elliot?"

"Mmmmm?" He stretched his weary body.

She turned over. "Hi," she said sleepily.

He realized she was still very drunk. He, on the other hand, was now perfectly sober. He thought. "What's knew?" he whispered conversationally. Then he giggled like an overtired schoolboy.

She rolled toward him so that she could look directly into his eyes. She suddenly seemed a lot less intoxicated. "Nothing," she answered seriously. "Not a damn thing. Just an ordinary family reunion."

"Good girl," he sighed, momentarily thoughtful. He wondered if any of them were really likely to forget the evening just ending. And how they would all feel about it the next morning. He, for one, was looking forward to a bummer of a hangover . . .

The twins were pulling at Kevin, giggling as he resisted their efforts to awaken him.

"Come on, you big jerk. Wake up. You can't sleep out here. Let's hit the sack."

Norma helped her sister get him to his feet. "Wake up, Kevin. We have to go to bed. Everyone else's gone."

She was right. The fire, now a single coal burning dimly, shed a thin beam over Tere's long red mane. She was snoring gently on the couch, her perfect lips parted like a child's. The others had all dragged themselves off to bed, and the girls were about to give up on Kevin and get into the king-sized bed without him when he reluctantly got up. The threesome made it to the bed as quickly as they could, tumbling into sleep without so much as removing a false eyelash.

The house, for the first time that evening, was still.