Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

All In The Family: 1 The Beginning ++++++++++ I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trustedwith their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and sof their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack +++++ -++ "My nis Daniel Harrison. I am always amazed at my great luck -- especially when I sit on my paoverlooking the Simi Valley in California and watch my three kids and their mother. I am seeing what "having it all" looks like. I have been fortunate to love the most stupendous woman ever created. We have been blessed with three bright and healthy children. I was extremely lucky with an idea I had in college that turned into a business with a product that a lot of people wanted. Three months ago I sold out for cash and stock - so much cash and stock that I will never, ever, have to worry about money again, and neither will my family or their families. I am the first one to tell you that without that woman next to me, much of that luck would never have resulted in anything worthwhile. I do owe much of our success against the odds to her constant belief in me, in us, and what we could accomplish together simply because we are right for one another.

Sound like a love story? It is. She is my soul mate, my life's complement in every way, just as I am for her. There is only one dark secret we carry -- even our children do not know the real truth. She and I are not married nor can we be. I have no regrets nor do I feel guilty. It happened -- it was much more powerful than either of us, and we know, deep within our hearts and minds, that it is right for us. Letshare our journey with you.

I suppose I should start with a little history. It all started, like most stories, with something simple enough..." I was the only child of what any observer would call a cordial marriage. My early childhood memories of my parents are relatively few. Most of them are images of my over-protective mother and my warm but busy father without much joy in the house. That doesn't mean they weren't attentive parents -- they were always there for the good things and bad things a young boy goes through early in life. It just didn't seem that they were there for each other.

One of the few things I do remember was being jealous of other kids who seemed to have large and extended families. We didn't seem to have any. Growing up my dad never mentioned anybody from his family. I figured they weren't close or that it had been a painful parting in sway. My mom didn't have any family that I knew of, at least that she was close to, so I didn't know much about her family either.

What I did learn was that my father had been born and raised in Fontana, a city in Southern California, and went to college at USC and law school at Stanford. After he finished law school he ceast to work in Hartford, Connecticut at a major law firm that had recruited him. He toldhe met my mother Cecile there. She had grown up in Springfield, Massachusetts. They were married after a brief courtship.

When I was twelve everything tragically changed. My mother was killed in a car accident on the way to meet my father at the train station across town. For the next three years, my dad struggled valiantly trying to keep up the house, managing to raisethrough my struggle with puberty and keeping his ever more successful law career in skind of perspective. I didn't think he had even looked at a woman yet alone been on a date. As I becinterested in girls and found out about the fun and frustration of the opposite sex, I encouraged him to socialize more so he could have sjoy in his life as well. I used to think that he was mourning my mother and so he didn't talk about her very much. I decided much later that he felt as if she hadn't ever really existed for him but I surmised it was his coping mechanism.

Sunday was our special day to be together. We would start with breakfast at our favorite diner and would talk for hours about everything and anything. It was those times that we grew very close like so few fathers and sons get a chance to be. So it wasn't a big surprise when, one bright Sunday morning as we sat at our normal booth eating our regular Sunday breakfast of pancakes and eggs, he said he wanted to talk toabout something very important and to get my thoughts and feelings about it.

He toldthat he had been seeing an old friend, someone he and my mother had known from child birthing classes. Her nwas Amanda Dixon, he said, and they had initially bumped into each other at the supermarket and had a coffee to catch up. He wanted to know if it was all right withfor him to build a relationship with another woman. I said he really should have done this earlier and how happy I was for him. We laughed and he said something about role reversal and timing.

Then he broke more news. Amanda had a daughter named Dania who was the sage as me. How would I mind having a sister around? Sister? That sounded a lot more than a casual relationship with this Amanda. I might have only been thirteen, but I quickly got the message that my father was a lot more serious about Amanda then he had led on. I presumed he and she were discussing getting married. So I just asked him point blank -- and he said yes - that they both wanted the companionship and the stability of a two adult household, especially with teenage kids, and wanted to build their futures together. "You'll just love her" he offered.

It was an interesting morning's conversation after that. We discussed my feelings about having a new mother and a new sister and the changes that would occur. Dad was very focused. He was good like that. He had a way of making you know he was interested in you and what you had to say or felt and, at the moment, it was the most important thing he had to do. We had becgreat pals and I could always rely on him to be there for me. So it was important forto do the s-- I really wanted him to be happy. After a while, he stopped the conversation and said we were expected at Amanda's for a cookout -- that afternoon. I was a little angry with him for springing it onthat way, especially on "our" day, but agreed to meet them. I loved him and I owed him that much. We went home, cleaned up, and left.

It only took ten minutes to drive over to Amanda's as they lived on the other side of the village. Amanda and her daughter greeted us at the door. I was absolutely stunned by their beauty and stammered my hello. Dania was this striking girl I had seen in school but had never had an opportunity to approach. She always seemed to be surrounded by all the older guys from the football team. Her mother was equally good looking. If they were the sage they could have been twin sisters -- tall, slim, blond and killer grey-green eyes. I was absolutely tongue-tied. They were gracious, warm, welcoming and totally mesmerizing. To their credit, and probably samusement, Dania and Amanda quickly made us feel right at home. They led us into the back yard to a table full of food and got us something to drink.

After we ate their incredible offering, while dad and Amanda were talking in the house, Dania and I sat and talked. We instantly connected at so many levels -- it was just amazing how easy she was to talk to and how many things we shared in common. We easily opened up to each other and shared thoughts about school and the kids we both knew and the impending new family. I was already liking the idea of a new sister -- especially Dania. Then we discovered a funny thing. I had asked her what day she was born -- "March 13" she said. I laughed and told her that was my birthday too.

"What time" she asked -- If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "10:30 PM" I said and she laughed.

too" she said and we laughed louder.

"What's so funny you guys?" asked dad sticking his head out the window. We told him about the coincidence. Amanda and dad coutside with fresh drinks and dessert and told us that we not only had we been born at almost the exact stbut in the shospital. We both thought how great that was to be "hospital twins". And so, in our childish way and to solidify our new found friendship, we agreed we could be twins in other ways as well.

Two months later dad and Amanda were married in a civil ceremony with just the four of us. Amanda and Dania moved into our house we had a much bigger Sh one. Apparently Amanda didn't have any issues about the "ghost" of my mom. She and Amanda settled right in and appeared to be happy with their new surroundings. Dania was ecstatic in that she had her own bathroom.

As the years went buy, Dania and I becclose -- make that extremely close. We becthe best of friends -- we were a safe haven for each other. We not only helped each other with schoolwork but we spent a lot of our free ttogether. Our relationship allowed us to share everything: happy times, sad times, difficulties with boy and girl friends, learning to dance fast and slow, and even sharing the "big event" years later when we lost our respective virginities after our eighteenth birthday party at the beach got a little out of hand. I can recall that Dania had this funny look on her face at the tshe was tellingabout it but I couldn't read what she was thinking. That was unusual in its own right. I don't know why but I never pursued it. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1