It was getting close to Christmas when Susan and Kathy went to the hospital. They stopped by the emergency room to see the Millers. Kathy was delighted to see Cindy's abdomen starting to bulge. Grinning at the girl she said, "There's been a lot of that going around. Is it contagious?" The dark-haired girl smiled at her and rubbed her belly. "It comes of spending days off in bed, I guess. But what brings the mother-daughter twins here today?" "It's Jane. She delivered last night, and we came to see the baby. It looks like we'll be back to visit you in a few months. Congratulations to you both." As they went up to the obstetrics floor, Kathy had her fingers crossed. Jane had had a very uneventful pregnancy which Kathy had followed with interest. The girl who Kathy thought of as an older sister continued to come by to swim and joke about the way she was expanding in size. When they found her room and knocked, Jane's familiar voice asked them to come in. It was feeding time, but Kathy, as a hospital governor, had full freedom of the floors. Jane was nursing her tiny baby and it was the most beautiful thing Kathy had ever seen. "Jane, you look absolutely gorgeous! How do you feel?" she asked softly as the baby nursed at its mother's breast, now swollen with milk. "Like a truck ran over my pelvis, since you asked. It may be two or three more hours before I can welcome Bob again," she answered softly. "You two look beautiful, as usual." She cradled the baby closer and then shifted it to her other breast. They watched as she put her nipple in the baby's mouth and then heard it make quiet nursing sounds. "How do you like nursing?" Kathy asked. "What's it like?" "The most wonderful feeling imaginable. Suddenly you know what it's all about." She smiled and Kathy was surprised to see tears in her friend's eyes. "What's wrong Jane? You're crying!" "I haven't introduced you yet. This is Billy Ferguson. Kathy, do you know what Bob did? He absolutely insisted. His name is William Wilson Ferguson, named after my first husband." She blinked back the tears. "He said that fighter jock did such a great job of breaking me in, it's only fair." She cradled the baby tighter as he finished suckling and went to sleep. "Oh, Jane, that's wonderful!" Kathy exclaimed. "When are you going to be ready for a baby sitter? Believe it or not, Susan has been reading about the care of babies, and she can't wait." "Susan, would you like to hold Billy? He's asleep, now, but I'm sure it's all right." The girl's eyes glowed as she took the baby from its mother's arms and held him, carefully holding his head. "He's so tiny!" she said softly so as not to wake him. "Oh, Aunt Jane, he's beautiful!" "May I hold him, Jane?" Kathy asked diffidently. "Are you kidding? The kid's going to be with his Aunt Kathy at his christening. At least I hope he will." Jane said as Kathy carefully took the child from her daughter. "Kathy, Bob and I hope you and Ken will consent to be Billy's godparents. Will you? Susan, you know I was your mother's first 'project.' I was sunk in a hole so deep I couldn't even see the sky. Then your mother hauled me out by my hair, and this is what happened." She smiled at the girl, "Don't you think it's about time I got even?" "Jane, Ken and I would be very proud to be Billy's godparents. When is the christening going to be?" "Since he's not even one-day old yet, we haven't decided. We'll check with you on Ken's availability." The nurse came in to take Billy back to the nursery. They could see Jane's eyes start to close, so they gave her quick kisses and left. On the way out Kathy looked at Susan and asked, "What did you think?" "Mother, he is the most beautiful little thing! Now I can see why you and Dad are always working so hard!" she teased. They went down to Susan's car. It was Saturday and school was closing for the Christmas holidays the following Wednesday. That night there was going to be an athletic awards dinner for Fall sports at a local restaurant and the whole family was going. Susan had played soccer in the Fall, and had been named first-team All-State as a halfback. She was also the leading scorer on the team that had taken the Virginia state title. Now they were on the expressway headed east back to Virginia Beach from Norfolk. Traffic was heavy, so Susan was obeying the speed laws -- or at least coming close. Kathy leaned back and enjoyed watching Susan drive. She thought about the soccer season and the state championship game against Reston, a perennial soccer power in the state. It was, by a wide margin, Susan's best game. The truth was that Reston had a much stronger team. It was very well drilled and played beautifully as a team. But as good as they were, they were outplayed and outclassed by the human dynamo playing for Virginia Beach. Susan had her hair tied back in a pony tail and her golden mane was flying all over the field. Kathy and Ken were at the game. Later Ken teased her about the beating he had absorbed as she pounded him whenever Susan made a great play, and cheered so much she could scarcely talk when it was over. As a midfielder, Susan had both offensive and defensive responsibilities. She concentrated on defense. Time after time she charged in and tackled the ball, breaking up Reston attacks. Virtually the entire first half was played on the Virginia Beach end of the field. When the second half started, Susan noticed that the Reston players appeared to be tiring. Because there had been no score in the first half, substitutions for both teams had been very limited. The starters had played virtually the entire game to that point. Early in the second half Reston was on the attack again. The Reston right wing was bringing the ball up when Susan saw an opportunity, streaked over, and stole the ball. She then took it the length of the field, faking out both halfbacks and fullbacks. She faked a right-footed kick towards the left corner of the goal and the goalie bit, diving to her right. Susan drilled it into the right corner with a left-footed boot to go ahead by a goal. Late in the period she repeated it. Reston was laying back this time and had learned that Susan Stark was the girl to stop. They massed around, and Susan passed to her right wing who drove the ball in for another goal. The final score was 2-0. When the final whistle sounded, Susan collapsed on the field and had to be helped off by her teammates. Ken and Kathy met her on the sidelines. In addition to the trophy for the championship, Susan won the Most Valuable Player award. Kathy just looked at her. She was bleeding, her face was grimy, and her legs were a mass of dirt and blood, but she was beaming. Ken gave her a big hug and a kiss. "You're beautiful, Honey. And that was the best game you've ever played. How do you feel?" "Like I was one of the cars in a demolition derby! Can we go home now? For the last ten minutes, all I could think about was taking a bath and soaking in the sauna until I'm fully cooked. Can we?" They grinned at her and went to the car. That evening, Kathy joined her in the sauna after she had been in for a while. When she opened the door, she couldn't find Susan because of all the steam the girl had created. She found her asleep on the bench with the sweat pouring from her pores. Kathy grinned to herself, and after she broke a sweat herself, helped Susan up -- the girl was still groggy -- and took her out to the cold pool. She pushed her in and giggled as she heard a startled yelp as the girl's body hit the freezing water. Kathy jumped in after her. "Mom, that's not fair! I felt so nice and neat and sleepy, and you woke me up." Kathy noticed that the girl had adapted to the water. Although she was now full of goose bumps, she didn't jump out of the pool. "I give up!" Kathy said as she hauled herself out. Susan leaped out an instant later grinning as Kathy handed her a big fluffy towel. "How do you feel now? You certainly look better." "About as well as can be expected," Susan replied airily. "Of course I don't have a handsome man to keep me warm at night, so I have to sublimate my sex drive in sports. How's that sound, Mom? Convincing?" "I guess it will have to do, Honey," Kathy had replied. * * * They were almost home from the hospital by now and Susan was expertly threading her way through the traffic on the streets. "Honey, what are you going to wear to the dinner tonight? I hope it'll be something nicer than blue jeans." "Gee, Mom, I was planning on going jeans formal. That's with shoes. Isn't that good enough?" She glanced over at her mother. "Mom, how was it when you went back to school? Did you have... problems?" "What sort of problems, Honey?" "Mom, I really like the school and I like the kids, but it's so... so strange! I listen to the girls talk about boys in the locker room sometimes and it's weird. They don't know what they're talking about! And you know what's really funny? *I'm* the 'goody two shoes,' the untouched virgin! *Untouched*! I never say anything, but it's funny. There's this one girl, Joyce, who claims to be the most experienced girl in the school. All she does in the locker room is comb her pubic hair so it will look nice for George... or Howard... or whoever. Mom, what did you do?" "Honey, it was different for me. I *was* a prostitute. I made my living on my back. With you it's different. You lived in a whorehouse, but you weren't a whore." "Mom, I took a lot of men in my mouth and more than a few in my ass." She shuddered. "I can still remember that poor, frightened little girl. She was so young, she scarcely had any pubic hair, and her breasts were just starting to develop. Mom, she held my hand as this ape just ripped her. She clutched at me for support as her blood flowed all over the place. God, I hope she's all right. And these dumb girls don't have the first clue! That night the family went to the local restaurant where the sports banquet was being held. Susan had squeezed her mother's hand when she quietly offered to cover the bill for those people who couldn't afford to pay for the dinner. The school, which used to pay for such things, no longer did due to budget cutbacks. Susan looked beautiful wearing the blue dress that matched her eyes. Kathy and Ken could see the girl was so proud when she received her varsity letter in soccer, and was then surprised to learn she had been elected captain of the team for the following year. Kathy also noticed a tall boy whose eyes followed Susan everywhere. When she returned to the table, Kathy asked her about him. "Oh, I guess that's Jeff Fuller. He's a senior and plays football, I think," she replied with a seeming lack of concern. "Susan! You're not leveling with me. You 'think'? Who are you trying to kid?" "Mother! He's... He's just a *boy*!" "And you're just a girl. So what?" "He keeps asking me out," Susan said in a small voice. "And I keep saying no." "Why, Honey? He appears to be a nice boy." The girl continued in the same small voice, "Because he's a senior, and... and I'm scared." Ken had been listening to the exchange. He exchanged looks with Kathy who excused herself to go to the ladies room. "Susan Stark, what aren't you telling us?" he asked. "You're the girl who would tackle hell with a fire extinguisher. What do you mean, scared?" "Dad, I'm afraid I'll do or say the wrong thing. He's very nice. He shouldn't get mixed up with a whore." Susan said softly while looking down at the tabletop. Ken took her chin in his fingers and lifted it to make her look at him. "Young lady, that's enough of that. I went through hell with your mother because of that. I was in agony. Did you know she wouldn't agree to marry me, and finally I find out it's because she had been a prostitute nearly ten years earlier? Do you think I love your mother?" Susan was startled. "Love her? Dad, you adore her. We don't wear any clothes at home, but if I ever feel chilly I just look at you looking at Mom -- you always are, you know -- and feel warm all over. Do you know what I pray for every night? I pray someday I'll meet a man who'll love me just a little bit as much as you love Mom." "Then Honey, do me a favor? Do you like Jeff Fuller?" She nodded her head. "I can tell the signs. You're both very young, of course, but he thinks you're great. How often does he ask you out?" "A couple of times a week," she replied in a very small voice. "And how long has he been asking?" "For a couple of months, I guess." "Then for chrissakes, say yes the next time! Okay?" Susan grinned. "Okay, Dad. And Dad? I love you very much, too." There was a small high-school dance band playing. Kathy had returned to the table when the tall young man came up to their table looking very nervous. "Susan, would you like to dance?" he asked diffidently. "Yes, Jeff. Thank you, I would. First, Jeff, I would like to introduce you to my parents, Commander and Mrs. Stark. Mom and Dad, this is Jeff Fuller." Ken stood and shook hands with the boy. "How do you do, Jeff?" Kathy shook his hand too. The kids went out to the dance floor. "Would you like to dance, Darling?" Ken asked. "I would love to. Let's!" She was out of her chair, on the dance floor, and in Ken's arms. He held her closely. "What do you think, Honey?" she asked. "What did she say to you?" "It's nothing I can't handle. She's *exactly* like you. She likes the boy but is afraid of having been a whore. Does that sound like anyone you know?" Kathy had her head resting on his shoulder. She murmured, "Of course not. Who could you possibly be thinking of? After all, I was practically a virgin when you met me. But my virginity didn't last very long... about an hour or so, if I remember correctly." She tipped her head back and he kissed her softly on the lips. "God, am I ever lucky! Sweetheart, you are the best thing that could ever happen to a guy. Do you know that?" She snuggled closer in his arms. "No, but keep the thought. I like it." As they were driving home that night, Susan's eyes were dancing. "Mom and Dad, that was terrific! Boy, did I ever score points." Ken and Kathy looked at each other. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, you saw a lot of families there. Most of the adults are ten or fifteen years older than you two. That's one. The other thing was your necking on the dance floor. One girl came up to me with her eyes as big as saucers to tell me she saw you kissing Mom. I told her you were married so it was all right. She almost choked. 'But Susan, it was a *real* kiss!' I told her I had it on good authority that kissing hadn't been invented in just the last six months. 'In fact,' I said, 'it wouldn't surprise me if your parents kiss that way once in a while, or used to, anyway. After all, you're here aren't you? Your parents might have even had sex!'" Ken and Kathy both laughed and Kathy said, "Susan, that's awful. What a terrible thing to say to the poor girl!" "Why?" Susan asked innocently. "Don't you think they ever did?" * * * The family drove up to the Peninsula for Christmas leaving their own Christmas tree in the apartment. As they stuffed packages into the BMW, the biggest car they had, Kathy made a face. "What's wrong, Honey?" Ken asked. "I was just thinking. We're getting old or something. I was thinking I'll have to buy a station wagon to haul junk around now that there are three of us." She grinned at him. "Isn't it ridiculous? There are three of us, we have three cars, and I'm thinking of getting a fourth just to haul the junk! That's what happens when the three are all 'personal' cars. More than two people and you're dead. Susan's legs are going to be crushed!" "That's okay," Ken replied. "Young people are supposed to suffer. Why when I was her age... Ouch!" Kathy had punched him in the arm and then grinned. "Right! You walked seven miles each way to school, through a raging blizzard. You couldn't even get the horse to leave the barn! Yes sir! It was really tough in the olden days. Let's see... That was about sixteen years ago?" He grinned back at her. "Okay, okay, I give up! But it's still no reason for you to assault me -- except with your cunt, of course." Just then Susan came up. "Mother's assaulting you how? And with what?" They all laughed, got in the car and headed over the bridge to the Peninsula. When they arrived Ken hugged his mother and gave her a kiss. He then held her at arms length. "Mom, you look gorgeous! Every time I see you, you look younger than the time before. What's going on?" "It's something very special Ken. High-protein injections." "Protein injections?" "Yes, dear. I get them from your father. Sometimes two or three a day." Just then Sam Stark came up behind her and squeezed one of her now-very-firm buns in his hand. "Samuel Stark, you'll upset the children. They're much too young. Except Kathy, of course." The Admiral had greeted his granddaughter with a very warm kiss. "Honey, now I get some respect! A lot of DOD and White House brass live in Reston. I've never had so much fun! They come in talking about this Susan Stark who singlehandedly destroyed their team in the state championships. I try to stifle a yawn and say, 'Oh, yes. She's my granddaughter.' I even made a few bucks. It's great, and so are you. And you're looking particularly lovely today. Merry Christmas, Sweetheart!" As they were driving home that night, Susan pretended to sulk in the back seat. Finally, she attracted Ken's attention. Kathy was driving. "What's the trouble, Honey?" he asked. He wasn't concerned because he was pretty sure he knew what it was. "It's you people. All of you. Just wait until I tell my friends! 'What did you do on Christmas, Susan?' they'll ask. And I'll say, 'We went to my grandparents. We opened gifts, and grandmother served a magnificent Christmas feast. So far, it's great. Then I get stuck with doing the dishes while my parents *and* my grandparents, for God's sake, go upstairs and fuck like rabbits.' They probably guess it about you two, but grandparents? That's ridiculous!" "Does it bother you a lot?" Ken asked with a straight face. Susan grinned broadly. "Absolutely not! My God, Dad, your mother is beautiful! Just before you came home she was down visiting, and you know how Mom is. The three of us were lying nude by the pool. Grandmother has a body like a 35-year old... and one in beautiful shape at that. Do you know what she said? She said as long as she's bare, she's Betty. She's only Grandmother when she has her clothes on!" New Year's Eve found them planning on going their separate ways. Susan had been dating Jeff Fuller and they were going to a party while Ken and Kathy went to the Officers' Club. They were meeting Sandy and Jack Castle who were already there when they arrived. "What in heaven's name has happened to Sandy?" Ken whispered. "I've never seen her look like this. She is beautiful!" "Protein injections, dear. They're administered, usually in the cunt, with a massive thing sometimes called a cock. Of course, Sandy was telling me she's now at the point where she likes to take it orally almost as much. She's funny now, sweetheart. She called to ask how you get it out of a carpet. It seems Jack took her three times before they made it to the bedroom the day you got home. Don't you think she looks good?" They had drinks and dinner and then danced. Ken got a chuckle when he saw Sandy move Jack's hand from the small of her back to her buttock as they danced. "Honey," he said, "I can tell this is going to be an early night. Or else you'll have to help Sandy. She'll be dripping all over the floor." It was an early night. They were back at the apartment a little after one. He was entering Kathy for the second time in the new year when they heard the door open. She was on top, and straightened up as they heard the door open and Susan say good night to Jeff. They heard the sounds of a very passionate kiss. Then Susan came bounding into the room. "I might have known I would find you two like this," she said with a grin. "Like what?" Kathy asked, slowly moving her hips as her vaginal muscles gripped the massive instrument inside her. "Your father's giving me a protein injection. You know what wonders it does for your grandmother." She grinned back. "How was your evening with Jeff? I see your lipstick's smeared. I hope he liked the flavor." "Mom, it was great. Before we came in, I let him fondle me on top. He likes my boobs. Was that awful?" Kathy could feel herself reaching her peak, and could feel Ken's sex beginning to throb. She lost interest in the conversation for a minute as she and Ken came together. Then she just collapsed on top of him and just lay there while they caught their breath. Finally, Kathy rolled off to the side and nestled on top of Ken's arm. She gave him a soft kiss and then turned back to Susan. "I think you asked if it was awful. Was it? When your father handles my boobs, I melt. On the other hand, I melt if your father is within one hundred yards, so maybe that's not fair. How did it feel?" "Absolutely glorious! He thinks I have a beautiful body. Do you think he really means it?" Ken spoke up. "Since there is no indication that he's blind, I think he probably does. But why do you sound skeptical?" "I don't know, Daddy. It's just that... Well, Mom said I could wear my strapless dress tonight. It's got a bra sort of built in. Anyway we were in Jeff's car and he took me in his arms to kiss me. And it was really great -- not like you and Mom, but pretty nice. Anyway, we kiss again, and again. I guess I'm teaching him a little bit about kissing. Then he moves his hand, and it's inside the top of my dress. He touched my breast, and I could feel the nipple harden. Then he touched that. Mom, I could feel his hand shake. Why do you suppose it was shaking? He's not sick or something, is he?" Kathy was lying in her husband's arms. His right arm was around her and he moved it to cup her right breast. Her nipples instantly stood erect. He slowly moved his fingers across her body as she melted even closer towards him. "Was it like that?" Kathy asked. "That's the point, Mom! It wasn't. Daddy moves his hand so gently over your body. It never shakes or twitches." "Honey, there are two reasons for that. First, your father is familiar with every square inch of my body. He's kissed it, stroked it, and probably even poured his cum over it. The second thing is he's been home for a while now. Do you remember the day he got back? Honey, it would have been funny if we hadn't been so desperate. He was trying to get his cock inside me and I was trying so hard to help, I'm amazed we didn't both just cum all over the carpet. He can afford to be relaxed. He's got me, and we both know it." Ken picked up the thread, "Sue, The poor guy was probably so nervous he couldn't see straight. You are a truly beautiful girl! Didn't you tell me he's been trying to date you for months?" "But Dad, this wasn't our first date!" Susan protested. "How many dates have you had?" he asked. "This was the fifth," she answered proudly. "So he's gotten to kiss you on five occasions?" Ken continued. "Of course not! What do you think I am? I let him kiss me goodnight the last time. Before that when he went to kiss me, I turned my head away." "So the poor guy only got to kiss you goodnight once before tonight? And because it's New Year's Eve, you kissed him several times and let him feel a breast? Is that it?" She nodded. "Honey, you're lucky he didn't accidentally rip your dress! No wonder the poor guy's hand was shaking. It's a good thing there aren't any buttons or he never would have gotten his hand in. Kathy, what do you think?" "I think I love you both very much," Kathy said. "And Honey, your dad's right. Look at it from Jeff's point of view. He's out with the most beautiful girl in the whole school, a girl he's been trying to date for months. She wouldn't even kiss him goodnight until the fourth date! And then she lets him car ess a boob. Sweetie, I don't think Jeff drove home. I think he just floated. But don't worry about it. Believe me, there's nothing wrong with him." She smiled at her beautiful daughter. "Now when is he going to get farther with you. He hasn't seen your breasts bare, has he?" "Of course not, Mother. I'm not one of those cheap little sluts at school who... My God! I forgot! I was the whore. And I'm calling those girls... Oh Mother!" Susan jumped on the bed and kissed her mother. Kathy took her in her arms. "Sweetheart, now do you understand what your father and I have been telling you? You *aren't* a whore. Your instincts are those of a good girl -- a very good girl. Now do you see?" "Yes, I do. And thank you both so much." She kissed Kathy and went around the bed to kiss Ken. "It's really neat to have such great parents." Suddenly, she looked embarrassed. "But Mom, what am I going to do when he finds out my breasts are tanned. There's no bra mark or anything. Do you think I should start wearing a bathing suit?" Ken answered. "Don't be silly. If he sees you bare to the waist, it will blow his mind! You have perfect breasts. But that's because you're our daughter. Right?" Susan grinned and went off to bed while her parents went back to their lovemaking.