Daddy's Girlfriend Fixes the Family

[ Author's note : There are no incidences of incest in this story.]

Twenty-one-year-old college junior Morgan Updike sleepily staggered into the kitchen where her brother was already eating a bowl of cereal. "Mornin' Baby Bro."

"Good Morning, Sister Dear." The two had all sorts of alternate names for each other, but neither was feeling especially creative this morning.

"How'd you sleep?"

"How do you think?"

"This is getting out of control. We've got to do something. I'm so fucking sick of not sleeping because of them going at it all night."

"Oh I hear ya. I got a D on my Chem test yesterday. I can't stay awake for the lectures. I can't study. I can't even think. But what can we do?"

"We've got to talk to Dad."

"OK. You talk to him."

"I was thinking we should both talk to him."

"And say what? 'Dude, your fucking girlfriend's such a screamer that the rest of us aren't getting any sleep. I appreciate that you're happy to be getting some and all, but could you guys please tone it way the fuck down!' You mean say something like that?"

"Yes. Say it way nicer than that of course, but still say something."

Just then, thirty-year-old Daniella Flores bounced downstairs and into the kitchen in a great mood. "Good Morning, Ronan. Good Morning, Morgan. It's going to be a beautiful day today!"

Daniella was always going on about the weather. Weather was her thing. Daniella worked as the Weather Girl for Channel 4 News. "Meteorologist," she was always quick to correct people when they referred to her as "Weather Girl." Morgan and Ronan had both been corrected, but despite this, they definitely thought of her as the Weather Girl. On air, Daniella always wore tight dresses that showed off her stunning body. This morning she was wearing one of their father's white dress shirts, with three buttons undone, and no bra. The shirt hung down to cover her ass so you couldn't tell, but neither Morgan nor Ronan would have been surprised if she was not wearing panties, either.

"Good Morning," the children responded politely, but not especially warmly, from their seats at the table. They barely looked up at her. Ronan was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Morgan was in a sweatshirt and running shorts.

"Don't let me interrupt you. You were trying to figure out how to say something politely?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Morgan replied. "Ronan was just trying to figure out how to talk to one of his professors."

"Yeah. I need to ask if I can retake a test."

"Oh... oh. Well, yes, for sure you will want to be polite for that."

Just then the children's father, David, walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for work, already fully decked out in suit and tie. David was a partner at Cransler, Updike, and Norman, perhaps the leading firm in the city specializing in estates and trusts. He looked every inch the reputable, reliable attorney, with a strong jaw and enough grey around the temples to be taken seriously. He slid straight up behind Daniella, wrapped his arms around her, and held her warmly while he nuzzled her neck. She leaned back into him and purred. David inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the luxuriant cascades of dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders.

David and Daniella together were the very picture of satisfaction and contentment. Morgan and Ronan couldn't help but notice, just as they had noticed it for the last three weeks, ever since Daniella moved in full time. And just as before when they'd tried to bring the nighttime noises, the sight of the two together took the piss right out of them. It was so nice to see their father happy. They could barely ever remember him being happy before he met Daniella.

Daniella rolled around to kiss David, deeply and warmly, savoring him, with her hands on the side of his face like he was going away on a long journey, instead of simply heading off to work. David pulled her close to crush her body against him, with one hand grabbing her butt cheek. With Daniella's arms raised the shirt rode up enough so the onlooking kids could tell that yes, she was in fact wearing panties, small black ones that showed off her toned and shapely ass.

The two lovebirds whispered something into each other's ears, then, only after breaking the embrace, David noticed his children in the room. "Oh hey kids," he greeted them cheerily, grabbing a muffin and a banana from off the counter as he headed out the door.

With David gone, Daniella wasted no time getting her coffee and returning upstairs to the bedroom.

"Shit." Ronan summed up how both he and his sister were feeling. After what they'd all been through, the long years of screaming, fighting, sulking, drinking, and the constant tension that had filled the house before their mother left, of course they wanted happiness for their father. David was undeniably happy and relaxed. Mr. straightlaced, stick-up-his-ass professional rectitude had magically turned into an easygoing good-time Charlie.

Not long after Daniella left, Ronan loaded his bowl in the dishwasher and headed back upstairs to his room. He picked up the kleenexes off the floor where he'd thrown them the night before and laid down on his bed. Immediately his thoughts drifted back to Daniella. He closed his eyes and conjured up the image of her in that dress shirt, leaning back into his father. He could see her dark nipples stiffening into points as his father's arms had wrapped around her. Her legs were so smooth and tanned. Her hair was loose and wild the way it fell over her shoulders. She was so damn beautiful. The expression on her face was so sensuous. Ronan couldn't help but pull down his sweatpants, grab ahold of his hard cock, and let his fantasies run. To be able to make love to a woman like that, to have her respond so fully to his touch, to fill her with such rapture that she cried out his name and screamed over and over again, in orgasm after orgasm over the course of hours. Hours!

Ronan made a mess all over himself again. He got another wad of tissues, wiped himself off, and got in the shower.

Morgan didn't have it much better. To her, Daniella was annoying. There was the lost sleep of course, but that was not all. Daniella always managed to look put together. She was fucking gorgeous, seemingly without even trying. She ate whatever she wanted and barely worked out, yet her tits and ass were perfect. She monopolized all their dad's attention, and most annoyingly of all, Daniella could apparently have multiple orgasms each night, every single one of them seemingly more intense and joyously fulfilling than anything Morgan had ever experienced herself.

Granted, Morgan had never had a guy as apparently crazy for her as her dad was for Daniella. She'd had two boyfriends, one in high school and one in college, and neither one could make her cum, except very minimally and very rarely. The only orgasms she'd ever had were tiny ones, mostly ones she'd given to herself.

The boys in school used to make fun of Morgan, calling her Morgan Uptight instead of Updike. She hated that name, all the more so because it stuck, and the reason it stuck was because it kind of fit. Personality-wise at least, Morgan took after her father, at least the way her father used to be. The obviously relaxed comfort Daniella felt in her body was totally alien to Morgan, and she envied Daniella for it. Jealousy ate away at her every day, and especially every night as she lay there, listening to what she wanted so badly, yet had never had.

Morgan also resented the way Daniella made her think about her father, the way Daniella put those thoughts in her head. She could not avoid the fact that Daniella's cries of pleasure turned her on. Even though she tried to imagine it was other men, she could never completely forget who was really making Daniella feel that indescribable pleasure.

To make matters worse, her father and Daniella's behavior that morning was far from an isolated incident. Those two acted frisky all the time. Their hands were all over each other. They teased and joked constantly, blatantly. Just two days before, Daniella had said her favorite breakfast was "sausage and milk." Then they shared a sickening stifled smile with each other, like kids who just got away with something. Daniella liked to wear revealing clothing around the house too, not just those tight dresses she wore on air. Morgan and Ronan had often seen sexy lingerie visible under Daniella's dressing gown. She seemed not to own any pants or shorts that weren't tight. She was fond of crop tops and workout wear. But she made their father happy.

The next morning was Saturday, and Morgan took full advantage of the much-needed opportunity to sleep in. The two horn dogs had only gone at it for about 40 minutes the night before. That was practically a record for the least intrusive night so far. Morgan got up around 10:00 and went downstairs for breakfast in the best mood she'd been in in a while. What she saw, though, short-circuited everything.

Her dad was leaning back against the kitchen sink. His arms were holding onto the counter behind, as if to steady himself. His head was slightly back. His eyes were closed. His bathrobe was open, showing his bare torso. And there, on her knees in front of him, was Daniella. Her dressing gown was open, exposing her naked, swaying breasts. Her father's cock was in Daniella's mouth.

Morgan froze. She had a couple of seconds to take it all in before they noticed her. Daniella's eyes were briefly closed too, and then she opened them and instinctively pulled back in shock. Morgan then saw her dad's fully hard cock, shiny with Daniella's saliva. It was surprisingly large and looked like he was about to pop. Her dad opened his eyes as soon as Daniella had released him. They both stared at Morgan for a moment, frozen in time, before quickly scrambling to cover up.

Daniella, still kneeling on the floor, held her hand over her mouth and started to laugh.

"Ohmygod Morgan," David said as Morgan gasped and raced back upstairs to her room, slamming the door. Then David started to laugh too. After taking a minute to compose himself, David climbed the stairs after her.

The commotion woke up Ronan and caused him to come out of his room to see what was going on. He was just in time to see his father knocking.

"Morgan honey, can we talk?"

"Go away!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that honey, but I think we should talk about it."

"I said, GO AWAY!"

David stood at the door, his hand poised to knock again, but hesitating.

"What's going on?" Ronan asked.

"Your sister saw something that upset her. It's none of your business, Ronan."

The fact David was in his bathrobe didn't tell the whole story, but it gave Ronan a clue. "Does it involve Daniella?"

David turned to look at Ronan. He looked as if he was about to say something, but he did not.

"Too much PDA?" Ronan asked.

David said nothing. He simply turned and went back down the stairs. Ronan knew better than to push his sister for details right then, but he definitely planned to bring it up later. Then just as Ronan began to retreat back to his room, his father came back up the stairs. Clearly this was important to him. To second guess his own action like that was not like him at all.

"It's not public," he said. "This is my house. You remember how it used to be around here. Was that better? Did you prefer that?" He turned around and went back downstairs.

Morgan heard every word, but she did not come out. She was full of conflicting emotions. And now, on top of all that, she had the added burden of an image she absolutely could not get out of her head.

The Updikes were not a family who discussed personal things openly. They could discuss politics, scientific issues, philosophy, art, religion even, almost any topic could prompt intense and heated discussions of an hour or more. But talk about feelings, talk about sex, talk about relationships, all those were practically unknown and deeply uncomfortable for both the father and his children.

Recent events however, were bringing about a change. Shared discomfort had already prompted Morgan and Ronan to start talking with each other. That Saturday morning was a significant crack in the impenetrable concrete dam that was their father, but it would take more to make the dam break.

Both children wondered if Saturday morning's events would have an effect on the nightime goings on around the house, and Daniella and David's general behavior, but they did not. Those two continued the displays of affection. They continued the nighttime activities too, although the following Monday each of the siblings found a machine to generate white noise and a set of reusable ear plugs outside their bedroom doors.

The noise cancelling aids helped some, although not entirely. Mostly they just made Daniella's cries a little fainter. It wasn't like they were completely shut out. And hearing even the smallest part of it was more than enough to put Daniella back in Ronan's brain and make his dick hard. The faintest orgasmic outburst or knocking headboard was enough to ignite the conflict within Morgan that she couldn't quell, that made her wet, craving contact of any kind, but especially the feeling of a big, hot, throbbing cock filling up her insides.

Ronan was spending a lot of time with a throbbing cock too, but it was his own. One morning after showering he stood looking at himself naked in the bathroom mirror, jerking off to make his cock as big as possible and see how he looked. The water had been off for a while. He had kind of lost track of time, when suddenly the door opened. It was Daniella. She saw everything.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed. She shut the door but then continued to talk. "I heard the water go off ages ago. I thought you were out. I thought you just left and forgot to turn off the fan."

"You should still knock!"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Can I open the door now?"

Ronan had wrapped himself in a towel. "Sure."

Daniella opened it to talk. "Look, Ronan, I know it's embarrassing. But everybody checks themselves out. I still do it sometimes. Plus you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Her eyes flashed down to his now towel-covered crotch. "Seriously. You're going to make some girl very happy." She smiled.

Flashes of a thousand different porno scenarios raced through Ronan's mind. The woman he'd been fantasizing endlessly about had just complimented his cock! He waited for what was to come next...

But that's where it ended. Daniella did not drop to her knees to get a closer look. She did not close the door behind her and peel off her shirt to seduce him right there. She simply closed the door and left.

Daniella was completely focused on David, not his awkward 19-year-old son.

Another incident happened on Thursday. It was around 8:30 pm. Ronan didn't know where his father and Daniella were. He thought perhaps they had gone out. He went into the garage to get a screwdriver out of the toolbox. When he heard a noise and looked over towards the car he noticed two stocking-covered, female-looking feet. One was up on the dashboard and the other was propped on the back of the driver's seat. Her legs were moving slightly and when he stopped to listen, he could hear moaning. Half a step closer and he saw what he assumed was his father's ass up in the air above the steering wheel. His pants were still on, but pulled down enough so the cheeks were bare. Ronan retreated to his room.

On Saturday the kids both went to a party some friends were giving. This was supposed to be a big deal party, one everyone was going to, not to be missed. Since neither had dates, the siblings decided to go together. But the party was wild, too out of control for the Updikes. They decide to leave before the cops showed up, cuz that's where it seemed like it was headed. In the car on the way home, they started to talk.

"They won't expect us home this early," Morgan said.

"Shit. They'll probably be fucking each other bare-assed right in the middle of the living room."

"Yeah. Or he'll be eating her out on the kitchen counter, right where we put our food."

"Or she'll be blowing him in the garage, and we'll see them as soon as the door goes up, like deer in the headlights." They both laughed.

"Did you know I caught them in the kitchen?"

"No. Caught them doing what?"

"She was actually on her knees blowing him, right there in front of the sink?"

"And you caught them?"

"I saw it all, Ronan. She pulled off him and I actually saw Dad's dick."

"Oh shit! Ohmygod. Was that what happened the day he chased you into your room!"

"Yep. That's the one."

"Jesus. I can see where that would be... upsetting." They were both silent for a moment. "She caught me in the bathroom."

"Caught you, like what?"

"You know..."

"Oh." Morgan paused. "Ronan, this is crazy. What are we gonna do? What can we do? I don't have the money to move out."

"Me neither."

"We could get jobs. Save up."

"After I fucked off freshman year I need to take 18 credits/term now or I won't graduate on time. I'm barely keeping up as it is. I don't have enough time for a job."

"Yeah. I don't want to take 5 or 6 years to graduate, either."

"So we're stuck."

"I guess so. Just gonna have to make the best of it."

"It's so different now."

"Like dad said, was it better when it was always tense, like it was with mom, or when they were fighting?"

"I suppose not. But kinda?"

"I know what you mean." They laugh.

Morgan said, "I think she's trying to MILF-tease you. The way she dresses. Catching you in the bathroom. How are you doing with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, I know how guys are. Forgive me for asking, but is she getting to you? Are you fantasizing about her? C'mon. She's fucking gorgeous. You can admit it. You can tell me. She has to be getting to you."

"Maybe sometimes. I don't think she's doing it on purpose. But then sometimes I wonder."

"Oh she totally knows what she's doing. I bet she gets off on it. I bet it gives her a little secret thrill, to have not only our hot dad lusting after her, but his hot teenage son too."

"Wait. You think Dad's hot? You think I'M hot?"

"Well... objectively... yeah. Kind of. I mean Dad's in good shape. He's handsome. He's successful. He's the type of older guy lots of women go for. And you're good-looking too. I know you're a doofus, but I don't think other girls know that." They both laughed, then Morgan continued. "So... I shouldn't ask. I shouldn't say this, but, do you think I'm pretty? I mean, I know I'm not as pretty as she is, but... be honest... how would you rate me, on the 1-10 scale?"

"Jesus. I mean you're my sister. I don't think of you that way. But, if I'm trying to be objective, and I really mean this, you're prettier than Daniella. She's sexier, I suppose, and she's got a great body, but you've got a prettier face. I'd say you're a solid 7, maybe an 8... no... definitely an 8."

"And Daniella's a 10?"

"Don't do that to yourself. You don't have to compare yourself to Daniella, or to anyone. You're beautiful, Sis. All my friends think you're beautiful."

"You mean those pimple-faced morons and goons you used to bring over?

"Hey! Craig's face has really cleared up. And Tracy's starting to... yeah, I guess he is kind of a goon." They laughed again. "Seriously... some guys think they want a Daniella, but most guys really just want someone cute they can be buds with, who's not an airhead, not too stuck on herself, and who actually likes them just as much as they like her."

"And who can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

"Of course that doesn't hurt," Ronan said. They both laughed again.

"Do you think that's why Dad went for Daniella?"

"Honestly, I think that's probably part of it. She's kind of a trophy. He probably enjoys showing her off to his partners and the clients. And he's probably enjoying the hell out of banging her every night, after living for all those years in a basically sexless marriage with mom."

"You really think they never did it?"

"Well... of course they had to do it at least twice." Ronan smiled. "But I don't ever remember them being affectionate. Do you even remember a time when they weren't fighting?"

"Maybe a long time ago, when we were really young. It's hard to remember that far back. Yeah. They probably weren't getting it very much, if at all."

"So hopefully Daniella's more than just a great fuck for him. I can't really get inside their relationship. Hopefully there's more. He sure seems happier. I guess that's something."

"Yes he does. Maybe we shouldn't be so hard on them. But it can be fucking difficult living under the same roof with them at each other all the time like they are."

"For sure." They were both silent for a moment.

"So you really think I'm pretty?"

Ronan laughed. "I wondered when we'd get back to that again."

Morgan laughed too. "Sorry. I don't want to do the typical insecure girl thing. It's just hard. You see all the guys panting after girls like Daniella. I just want guys to pant after me too. You know, hot guys, not dweebs and dorks."

"And I want the hot girls to go gaga for me, not just ignore me like I'm some piece of furniture. You're pretty. You're a keeper, not just a hump her and dump her. I'm sorry all my friends are dweebs and dorks or else I'd try to fix you up."

"Thanks. Yeah. Let me know when you make some better friends." She laughed. "You know... I probably do have a couple friends I could fix you up with... if you don't mind a slightly 'older woman.'"

"Yeah, like who?"

"Nobody you know. I do have somebody in mind, this girl in my Econ class, Ashley. But let me get back to you on that. I'd have to talk to her first."

"Well... my expectations are super-low, but you notice I'm not saying no."

"Yeah, I did notice. You might be growing up, Ro. You might be getting mature."

"Oh God, not that." They laughed.

The car ride was good. The two siblings were feeling better about each other than they ever had before. But what they saw when they got home was another huge shock.

It was worse than they even dreamed. They opened the front door to find their father and Daniella on top of an air mattress out on the living room floor, with a tarp underneath it. Both were absolutely butt naked, completely covered in some kind of slippery goop. There was absolutely nowhere to hide. Daniella was straddling him. It looked like probably his cock was up inside her.

"Shit." Their father said. His hard cock was, in fact, buried deep inside Daniella. Her tits were standing up proud as she straddled him, her body shiny from the lubricating gel. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nothing to do but let 'em look. "Sorry kids. Maybe you should go to your rooms."

"Yes. Go to your rooms." Daniella giggled. Her tits jiggled a little as she laughed.

Ronan and Morgan went upstairs. They stepped into Morgan's room, which was the room nearest the top of the stairs.

"What the fuck was that?" Morgan asked.

"I've seen it in porn. It's called Nuru massage. Basically you slide all over each other full body with that gel to make it slippery."

"I didn't need to see that."

"Me neither."

"Did you see her hair?"

"What about it?"

"Of course you were probably too busy looking at her tits to notice, but I could swear she had a big glob of cum in her hair, right here." She pointed to just above her forehead, slightly off to one side.

"Oh my god. We're living in a fucking porn house."

"Sure seems like."

"I wish I had a boyfriend so I could just fuck right in front of him."

"Jeez Morgan. You'd really do that?"

"I've fucking had it. I just might. We sure gotta do something."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I could fuck you."

"What?!!!"

"I don't mean really do it. I mean pretend to, like just to show them."

"God! You had me going there for a second. Pretend how?"

"I'm not sure. Let's think..."

"Okay. You mean like I could wear a cup or something, and you could sit on me?"

"What, and have you stare at me naked? You'd probably like that wouldn't you, you little creep!"

"But I thought you said..."

"I said pretend. Like I was thinking maybe we just go in my room, and then make a bunch of noises like we're fucking, and make sure they can hear us."

"Ohhhh! Yeah I see now. That just might work."

"That would freak his shit for sure. So let's do it right away. Let's do it tonight. We'll wait until they've gone to bed and it's quiet. After what we just saw they probably won't be at each other up here tonight. But we want to do it pretty quick after they go to bed, so they're not asleep yet. Then you just start pounding the bed, maybe moaning a little bit, and I'll start screaming and yelling 'fuck me harder' and stuff like that."

"Do you think they'll come in and try to stop us?"

"They have to, right? I mean Dad at least. He'd have to."

"Yeah. Probably... but what if he doesn't?"

"He will. He has to."

So Morgan and Ronan went through with their plan. A little more than ten minutes after they heard David and Daniella go to bed, they started up with the show. They continued for over twenty minutes, still not as long as David and Daniella's real lovemaking sessions, but honestly about as long as the two siblings could sustain interest in faking it. It was a lot longer than they had planned. They figured their dad would jump in to stop them almost immediately. But David didn't even get out of bed. He and Daniella had just lain there discussing the whole thing almost clinically.

Ronan remembered thinking at one point that it was kind of hot to see and hear his sister fake an orgasm. He kind of got into it. But Morgan did not seem to be similarly affected. While it was going on, she kept making these facial expressions like she was really feeling it, really getting into it, and then she'd stop for a second and roll her eyes or make a jokey face. Her sounds were kind of exaggerated too. She'd start to get him going, and then she'd break the spell.

As it turns out, Daniella was similarly unmoved. "She's faking it," she announced to David with complete confidence as they laid there listening, probably not more than two minutes in.

"How do you know?"

"A woman knows. Trust me. It's all wrong."

"But why would they do that? Fake having sex with each other?"

"To get back at us, to get back at me... for taking her father away from her."

"What? That's crazy. Faking incest? Fake or not. I'm going in there and putting a stop to this."

"Don't. That's what they want you to do. If you don't, then the joke's on them, and they'll really have to sweat it out."

"Maybe..."

"You think she's some little girl? She's 21. She's a woman. I know women. You think she's never had sex before?"

"No. It's not that... I don't know. A father doesn't like to think about that."

"But she thinks about it. I guarantee she thinks about it. And why are you so worried about her? Why aren't you worried about your son? Why is it always the girl's fault?"

"I am worried about both of them, of course. But she's older... and Ronan... He's always followed her lead. He's probably just thinking with his dick. But of course it's a problem for both of them. I'll talk to both of them."

"They're going to try to blame it on me. You know that don't you? They think I'm like the wicked stepmonster who ruined their lives."

"You're the goddess who gave me my life back, who let me live again. Don't think I don't know that. That's just something they have to get used to. We can try to keep our sex lives a little more discreet, a little more under wraps. Tonight was an accident! It's not like we wanted it. Accidents happen. They're both adults now, at least legally. They're old enough to know people have sex. Apparently they're old enough to try and pull something like this. Obviously that's wrong. This is still my house. We just need to set some rules."

The next morning they actually talked.

"So... about last night..." David began with everyone gathered at the breakfast table, fully clothed.

"What about it?" Morgan replied.

"Look. You catching us like that was an accident. You know that. We didn't expect you home until a lot later. I'm sorry it happened but it was an accident. What happened later with you two... you can't tell me that was an accident. You were trying to send us a message."

"What do you mean?"

"Faking having sex with each other."

"Who says we were faking it?"

"Oh C'mon. That was ridiculous. Look. I get it. We've been too loud at night and you don't like it. You've caught us together a couple of times and you don't like it. I get it. Message received. But Daniella and I love each other. People in love have sex. You're old enough to know that and old enough to deal with it. We will try to be more discreet. But it's still my house. If I want to have sex with my girlfriend in my own damn house I'm still going to have sex with my girlfriend in my own damn house! Is that understood?"

Morgan and Ronan both crumbled. They were caught. At least they had an explanation for why he hadn't come in to stop them. That had really been a surprise they weren't prepared for. They'd been going back and forth about what it might mean, and not liking all the ugly places that led.

"Yes sir," they both meekly replied, like chastened children. Then Morgan got her nerve back. Ronan just felt stupid. "But please, please, please Dad, please try to be more discreet."

"I will. We will, won't we Daniella?"

"If that's what you want."

"OK. We're done here." David waved them away and the children went back upstairs. They stopped to talk in Morgan's room.

"I think that went okay," Morgan said. "I mean, our whole plan fell apart like total shit, but you heard him. He said they'd try to be more discreet, and it seemed like he meant it."

"Yeah I heard. I wonder what it's going to be like around here now?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to see."

What happened was not what either expected. The next day after David left for work, and without David knowing, Daniella approached Morgan.

"Hey Morgan, can we talk?"

"What about?"

"I know you don't like me much, but I think I can help you. I know your Dad talked to you yesterday, but I've got a little different perspective. Can we talk about it?"

"Sure."

"I know it must be hard for you, seeing me be so sexual with your Dad. I'm not talking only about when you caught us in the kitchen, or last night. Those were accidents. They shouldn't have happened. We should be more discreet. We know that. We will try to be."

"It is kind of about that, too. It's not NORMAL."

"Yes, but even that stuff is more normal than you think. I mean, we love each other. We love sex and having sex with each other. We're still pretty new. We get a little carried away sometimes."

"I'll say!"

"I'm not gonna lie. We have a great sex life. But I want you to know I do get how that's hard for you, because it's your dad, because he never had that with your mom, because it's kind of like I took him away from you--his love, I mean. Seeing me be so lovey with him makes you feel like I'm taking away his love for you."

"Not sexually!"

"No of course not. But sex is related. It's how he and I express affection for each other. And when you see that, when you see us kissing, or touching, or just giggling together, even if it's not logical, just on the primitive, emotional subconscious level nobody can control, it feels like there's less affection for you."

"Huh. I don't know. I don't think it's that simple."

"And honestly, I totally get how it's worse for you because you don't have a boyfriend right now. You don't have anyplace else you can turn to to get that affection."

"Is that your little theory? I thought you were a meteorologist, not a psychologist."

"I thought, if she's so hurt, if she's in so much pain that she's willing to have her dad believe that she's fucking her brother, then I need to try and help her. So please let me help you."

"How are you going to help me? What makes you think you can help me?"

"Because I used to be like you, very much like you. I was a pretty girl whose parents split up. I loved my Dad and it hurt me when I wasn't enough for him. I was never good enough for anyone. I couldn't catch the boyfriends I wanted and I couldn't keep the boyfriends I got."

"You? With that body? I don't believe it!"

"My tits are fake. The rest, I worked damn hard for. I worked for the tits too, if you're counting how much they cost."

"Wow. They're good. I should have guessed, but I didn't. You totally had me fooled. Does dad know?"

"About my fake tits? Yes, he knows. I'm sure he appreciates them, but believe it or not I didn't do it for him, or for any guy. I did it to feel better about myself. What can I say, they help me feel desirable. I didn't have much self confidence, and they helped me."

"So you're saying I should get a boob job, is that it?"

"No. You have to decide those things for yourself. If you do want one, I will totally help talk to your dad about it though. We could probably even get him to pay for it. We could send you to my guy. He's the best. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. There's one other thing that really helped me gain confidence."

"Oh? What's that?"

"This is the straight shit now, woman-to-woman."

"Okay. I'm listening. What is it?"

"I learned how to give an absolutely first class blowjob, and it changed my life."

"What is this? How to be a whore lessons?"

"I know you're just trying to get to me. I know how it sounds. That comment's not fair to me, and I'm gonna let it pass. Hear me out: What's a blowjob--any oral sex really--what's it really about? It's about making your partner feel good, making them feel really good. It's not about you, it's about them. I assume you've seen porn?"

"Yeah."

"Well most of the blowjobs you see in porn aren't that good. Those girls either don't know what they're doing, or they're just going through the motions. But when done right, a really good blowjob isn't just about making a guy cum. That's easy. A great blowjob can suck a man's soul right out of him. Most guys have never had one, and when they find a girl who can do that for them, they will fucking follow her anywhere. They'll give her the world."

"Is that how you trapped my Dad?"

"It's not a trap, honey. It's just the bait. If a girl acts like a cunt in the rest of the relationship eventually that's going to ruin even the blowjob for him, because he won't believe her when she blows him. It's an act of love. It's all about making him believe that you are totally into him, that it genuinely makes you happy to give him pleasure. He knows that the only thing you're getting out of it is making him happy, and it touches his heart. It shows him that you really love him."

"And you can do all that, with just a blowjob?"

"Yes. You absolutely can. And like most things in life that you put a lot of work into, you'll actually find after you get good at it, that you really, truly, do enjoy it. To know I could give a guy that much happiness truly did make me feel better about myself."

"Couldn't you get the same result by just fucking him?"

"Almost, but not quite. Cuz when you're fucking him you are also getting something out of that. You're getting more stimulation for yourself, especially if you can cum while fucking. Plus when you blow a guy you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, and you don't have to worry about being on your period. There's also this sense of control you have over him, like you can lick or suck or squeeze and feel him react. You can drive him crazy with lust cuz he wants to cum so bad, and then you can give that to him and watch him melt in your hands. And when you do it right, I mean with lots of smiles and eye contact, it's so intimate. It's every bit as intimate as fucking him is. Even fucking a guy face-to-face isn't as intimate as making him cum in your mouth while you're looking into his eyes, and then swallowing every drop."

"Okay, so guys really, really love a good blowjob. I still don't get how that helps me."

"Because I can teach you. If you want to learn, I can teach you. You have the perfect lips for it, and you have big, expressive eyes, bigger than mine. And once you learn how you can use that, the world-changing effect you can have on a guy, you'll have so much confidence that your confidence alone will attract them."

"Even without your tits and your hair and your ass."

"Yes, even without those things, although I can help you get those too, if you want."

"So how do we do this? How do you teach me how to suck cock? I've sucked a cock before, you know? I'm not gonna claim I was great at it, but I have done it. I've done it a few times."

"Spit or swallow?"

"Spit. Plus I took it on my face once. It got in my eyes and it stung..."

"Every girl has to go through her growing pains. Don't worry about it. It doesn't all come naturally, but once you get the hang of it, it will come much more naturally than you ever believed possible."

"Natural for you maybe. You're so relaxed about sex, so comfortable and free. I'm not like that."

"Yes we are different. My father left us. Your mother left you. I had to learn a lot of things on my own, but a lot can be easier for you because you have me to teach you."

"I don't know if I can learn."

"The first thing to think about is attitude. The one thing I knew from a young age is that sex is natural. It's a part of life. We were poor. There were nine of us in a very small house. There was no privacy. My parents never hid their affection for each other. They didn't have sex in front of us, of course, but we would often hear them making love. That's how they spoke of it, and that's how we thought of it. They were just showing their love for each other."

"I thought you said your father left?"

"He did. But long before he left, he and my mother stopped showing their affection. We stopped hearing them when they made love."

"So you think he left because your mother wasn't having sex with him?"

"I think the love left first, and the lack of lovemaking was only a symptom. But what I remember from the happier times was a house full of love. That's where my 'freedom,' as you put it, comes from, my lack of shame. I choose to live in love, Morgan. It's as simple as that. I choose to live in love. I'm sorry if the love your father and I have for each other bothers you, but I'm not sorry for us, I'm not ashamed for us, I'm sorry for you, because you can't see it."

"I do see it. I do. You're right that I'm a little bit jealous, a little bit bitter. But I don't want to be like that. I really don't. I really do want to be more like you."

"I'm glad we're having this talk. I really do want to help you, and I think I can. I see a lot in you, things you maybe don't even see in yourself."

"OK. Teach me. Please teach me what you know. I really do want to learn."

So she did. Daniella got out a dildo to practice on and called up a few demonstration videos. They talked about hand/mouth coordination. They practiced lusty, dreamy looks, teasing, the smiles, how to keep the tongue moving, where to focus it, when and how to suck. They critiqued the videos, and practiced some more. Daniella had clearly put an impressive amount of thought into it.

"A great blowjob is like a mind-fuck," she said. "It's more than a performance. When you've got his cock, think of it like you've got the man, all of him, right there in your mouth and your hands. What do you want to do with the man? What do you want to give to the man? What do you want to show the man? Do it. Give it. Show it. He wants to give to you. Show him you want him."

There were so many ideas. Morgan had never thought of it at all like this before. It gave her a lot to think about. Definitely she could see the advantage in thinking of it as so much more than a chore. It seemed like Daniella really believed all the stuff she was saying. The more they talked and the more she showed her, the more it all made a kind of sense. It didn't take long until one thought started to crowd out all the others.

"I need to practice all this on a real guy."

"Yes. That's true."

"But where do I find one? I mean the right one to practice on?"

"They're all around you, Morgan. All you have to do is pick one."

"Maybe it's so easy for you, but I'm not like you. It's not so easy."

"Let's let this sit for a while. See how you feel. Walking around thinking about it, you might be surprised how things change for you."

After Daniella had her talk with Morgan, the next day she had a talk with Ronan. After David left for work, she went up and knocked on his door.

"Hey Ronan, can we talk?"

He opened the door. Almost surprisingly (to Ronan), she had not interrupted him while he was masturbating. "Sure. What about?"

"Since our big meeting the other day I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

"You have?"

"Yes, I have. And I think I can help you. Can I come in?"

"Oh sure." Ronan stepped back. Daniellla came in and had a seat on his bed. Ronan stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He wondered if this was the beginning of a seduction, although he wasn't getting that vibe from her.

"You should sit down."

"Sure. OK." He pulled out the chair from his desk and straddled it backwards, so he was leaning over the chair's back and facing Daniella. This also, he thought, would have the added benefit of helping to hide his crotch from her, if he happened to get hard.

"I'm sorry if it's been hard on you to have me around your house all the time, being so sexual with your father. I can only imagine what that must be like for a young man. Can I ask you something, Ronan? I'm afraid it's rather personal."

"Sure. Go ahead and ask."

"Why don't you have a girlfriend? Do you want a girlfriend?"

"Well I did have one for a little while, back in high school, but she wanted to go to school out of state, and didn't want to do a long-distance relationship."

"Yes, but that was last year, and there's been no one since, right?"

"Yeah. It's been hard for me to meet girls, I guess. With Emily we knew each other. We hung out in the same group. It was just easier. Now I don't know anybody. It's just hard for me to talk to girls I don't know, I guess."

"I can help you with that. I used to be a girl, you know."

"You still are a girl."

"Yes, I still am. And I want you to know you can practice talking to me anytime, if you like. But if you are interested in someone closer to your own age, there's someone I know who I think might be good for you. She might be just what you need."

"You mean you want to set me up?"

"Not like that, nothing high pressure like that. But I just get this feeling. I think you might like her, and I think she might really like you. She's an intern this term down at the station with me, at Channel 4. So I'm thinking you could just come down and visit me there, like just to look around. People do it all the time. And while you're there, I could introduce you, and maybe you'll hit it off. How does that sound?"

"That sounds possibly OK, but tell me about this girl. Why do you think she might like me?"

"Her name is Peyton. She's really cute, a fun personality. She's smart. I really like her. I've kind of taken her under my wing a little, you know, kind of like a big sister. We've had lunch a few times. We've talked. But the thing that really gave me this idea was she met your dad, when he came down to have lunch with me one time. She'd heard me talk all about him, of course, and after meeting him she told me she thought he was 'yummy.' Then she actually asked if I had any more at home like him. And I said, as a matter of fact..."

"You told her about me? What did you tell her?"

"I told her you look a lot like him, which is true, and that you take after him in lots of other ways too, which is also true, and you and she are both students at the same school. But that was the end of it. I didn't push it. We moved on quickly. She was only asking in a girl talk sort of way. I knew she had a boyfriend. But the thing is, that was a couple weeks ago, and just yesterday I learned she and her boyfriend broke up."

"Interesting..."

"So you'll do it. You'll come visit me so I can introduce you?"

"You said she's cute. Like girls say she's cute, or guys think she's cute? How tall is she? What's her hair color? Stuff like that?"

"Guys think she's cute. She's... I don't know... maybe 5'4", light brown hair. I've noticed the news anchor and the cameramen checking her out."

"OK I'll do it. Sure. What have I got to lose?"

"Great! And Ronan, you can't tell her I told you this, and of course there's no promises or guarantees or anything, but this should help your confidence..."

"What's that?"

"I told you we were friends, right? Like we've talked. Well one thing she did tell me, back when her boyfriend and her were still together, they were long-distance. Like he was in Duluth, or someplace, anyway, she told me the phone sex with him was kind of better than the real thing."

"She really said that? She really told you that?"

"Yes. Because he didn't like to go down on her, and he had kind of a small dick. I know you don't have one of those problems, and I'm pretty sure you don't have the other, either, do you? I mean I bet that's another way you take after your father." Daniella smiled teasingly.

Ronan was embarrassed. "Jesus! I did not need to hear that! But yeah, I don't know how good I am, but I don't mind doing it. I like it, actually."

"Every girl's different, but the mistake most young guys make is they don't take enough time. You need to go slow to start, read her reactions, then adjust accordingly, above all make her feel desired and comfortable, not just in eating pussy but in everything." Daniella paused. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're not like that. I'm sure you don't need advice from me."

"No. That's good for me to hear. I can use all the advice I can get. Really."

"OK then. I'm not saying you're going to have sex with Peyton, but if you do, or with whoever you find, I will also say you should be patient with her, both when getting her in the mood and also when she pisses you off. Never let her doubt that you love her, all of her. Women can be complicated but a man who stays with her through all of her ups and downs is a man she will fight for, that's a man she can let loose for and be a total whore for. I know that's what guys want. It's what girls want too."

Ronan did drop by the station where Daniella worked. He met Peyton, and although it wasn't perfect at first, it went well enough that he asked her out, and she said yes.

As for Morgan, after she and Daniella had their talk and blowjob lesson, Morgan spent a few days basically considering all the men she knew, and thinking about who she could practice with. There were a couple of possibilities that excited her, but she hadn't quite yet settled on one she wanted to go for. Then Daniella got a call from her cousin, Roberto.

Roberto had recently moved to town for his first job after graduating from university, and only just learned, from speaking with his mother, that Daniella lived there too. Daniella, as the older, more established relative, was somewhat obligated to show him around. David insisted they invite him to dinner too. Daniella had not seen Roberto since he was 15. The young man who appeared on their doorstep was certainly a far cry from the arrogant and shy adolescent she remembered. Morgan hadn't given him any thought ahead of time. That all changed in an instant.

Roberto was, quite simply, beautiful, an absolutely beautiful young man. He had manners, he had charm, he was funny, and his smile by itself was just about enough to make Morgan drop her panties. She was completely smitten. Daniella, to her credit, tried to warn her.

"I know he is very charming, and he is my cousin, but he is also my uncle's son, and my father's nephew. Do you hear what I am saying to you? He will break your heart. He will never be faithful to one woman for long, none of the men from that side of the family are. It is all romance and passion and love, but only for a time, only until he finds a new shiny, pretty object to chase."

Morgan was too far gone, but in a rare moment of clarity she replied, "I don't care. He's what I've always wanted. He's what I need. Maybe it won't last, but maybe it will. Either way I have to try. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"OK Morgan. I'm afraid he will make you crazy, then he will break your heart, but if this is what you want, then I truly wish you the best."

Roberto and Morgan fell fast. With Ronan and Peyton, it took a little longer, but not much. Roberto had his own apartment, a two-bedroom, which he also shared with another young man. That's where Morgan quickly started staying most nights, but the other guy's mother was visiting for the weekend from out of town. Peyton lived on campus at the university, and shared a small dorm room (bunk beds) with a roommate. When the roommate was away that worked fine, but one night the roommate was going to be there, and Peyton and Ronan really wanted to be together, so...

For both couples, the best option seemed to be back at the house, with their father and Daniella. Those two were still making love quite frequently, and not at all quietly, although sometimes it seemed they made at least a slight effort to be discreet. To be honest, most of that consisted of occasional midnight trips to the garage, or the downstairs laundry room, or to David's home office. But at least from downstairs, and with the white noise machines, it was possible to not overhear all of what was going on.

Both Ronan and Morgan knew that bringing their partners home for an overnight might be a little bit problematic--and not because of any old-school patriarchal objections from their father. That was not an issue. The issue was the noise. But Morgan told herself that Roberto was family, and if what Daniella had told her was any indication, it might not be much of an issue for him. Ronan was really serious about Peyton. He also knew Peyton and Daniella were close. It seemed like something they were going to have to face sooner or later. He wanted to share everything with her. He decided to talk to her about it first.

"Before we stay over at my house, there's something you should know."

"Okay..."

"So all the bedrooms are upstairs. There's my dad and Daniella's, my sister Morgan's, and mine. It can get real quiet up there, and I just want you to know there's the possibility you might hear things."

"Hear things like what?"

"Like Daniella... sometimes she can't control herself."

"Ohmygod! You mean she's a screamer?"

"To put it bluntly, yeah."

Peyton laughed. "Honestly, that doesn't surprise me. She totally seems like she would be. But you don't think they'll do it while we're there do you?"

"Honestly, there's a pretty good chance they might. They don't take very many nights off, if you know what I mean."

"Ohmygod. That would be... interesting. Wait. And you hear them from your room? It sounds like you've heard them before."

"All the time. Or at least, a lot of the times. It hasn't always been easy."

"Jesus. And you had to just lay there and listen to them? Well I tell you what, if that happens, I can't just lay there. If that happens, now you can fight back. If they want a show, we'll give 'em a fuckin show!"

"Ohmygod I love you!"

"That's what girlfriends are for."

That night, Daniella was working. David was home. Ronan and Peyton came over after a quick dinner out. They watched a little TV in the family room. When his dad went to the kitchen, Ronan followed.

"Hey dad, OK if Peyton stays over tonight?" They both knew Ronan had already spent the night over at her dorm a couple of times.

"Sure. No problem. This is your house too. But just so you know, Morgan already asked if Roberto can stay over."

"Oh. So they'll be here too?"

"I think that's the plan. His roommate's mother is visiting."

"Oh. OK. Cool. Thanks for letting me know."

Around 10:30 pm, after they'd all watched Daniella's weather report on the 10 o'clock news, David retired to the bedroom, mostly to give Ronan and Peyton some space. Daniella got home about midnight. She said hello and quickly also retired to the bedroom. About 12:30, Peyton and Ronan left a light on for Morgan and also went up to bed. All was quiet. They just cuddled and drifted off to sleep. Around 2:00 am, Ronan woke up to the sounds of Roberto and Morgan coming in (early for them) after hitting a couple clubs.

But that wasn't all Ronan could hear. His white noise generator was on, so the sound was a little muffled, but the sounds, and the rhythms, were by now very familiar, and once he became aware, they were also fairly clear. His father and Daniella were trying to keep it down, but they were definitely having a good time.

Daniella's heavy, high-pitched moans cut through the house, maybe about once each second, in a constant rhythm, with an occasional break before starting up again. There was the faint sound of squeaking bedsprings too, and of course the headboard knocking against the wall, even though they'd put a pad in to dampen that. He looked over at Peyton and saw that her eyes were now open. After a few moments of listening, she turned to him and smiled. They smiled at each other. The fire of delight shone in her eyes.

They heard Morgan and Roberto coming up the stairs. Morgan was giggling, like she would if Roberto was pawing at her or something, then...

"Shhhh..." It was Morgan's voice, like a loud whisper, but Peyton and Ronan could clearly hear. "Do you hear that? They're going at it. I told you!"

"I always knew Daniella was a wildcat! Grrrr!" Roberto made a cat sound. Morgan yelped, and then giggled. "Good thing I've got a wildcat too!" There were more sounds of yelping and giggling as they entered Morgan's room, and closed the door.

Peyton and Ronan heard it all. They kissed, and then kissed again. They were starting to feel it. Peyton was alive! Ronan sat up in bed and pulled off his t-shirt. He dove back down on Peyton and pushed his hands up under her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts, and then lift her shirt as well. Daniella's short, high pitched moans were a little louder and closer together now. Peyton sat up to wriggled out of her shirt, and her panties as well. Ronan took off his shorts to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. Peyton grabbed it and they fell into each other, rolling together back on the bed. They let their hands run wild as their bodies tangled.

"Yes... oh yes!... Mmmm... Mmmm... right there!... fuck!" Daniella called out. If the sounds before were indefinite, now they were unmistakable. Ronan and Peyton took inspiration. He grabbed for her pussy. It was already wet. She began to writhe under his touch. Peyton's breathing also betrayed her excitement.

"Huhhh!" Another sudden, high-pitched sound split the night. This one was from someplace different. Morgan's room! Of course she and Roberto were responding too. Of course they wouldn't simply listen. What was he doing to her? Whatever it was, she clearly felt it, and it sounded like she liked it.

Peyton heard it too. She grabbed Ronan's cock. "Let's join the party," she breathed, pulling him into her, putting it where she needed it.

"Huh... uhHuh... uhHuh!" Daniella's loud panting got faster and faster until "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed it out as she climaxed. "Ahhh!" And then slowly her noises died down.

Then from the other room, "That's it, baby. That's it. That's it. Fuck! Your cock feels so GOOD!" Morgan answered the challenge.

Ronan and Peyton weren't quite there yet, but they were heating up fast. The multi-part passion symphony was intensely erotic. They couldn't help but be caught up in the music, as it rose and ebbed and rose again to each crescendo.

As Daniella and David collapsed and cuddled in the afterglow, they became fully aware of what was going on around them, of what they started, of what they'd inspired. "She's not faking it this time," Daniella said to David, as they listened to Morgan's cries.

"I suppose we deserve this," said David.

"Ohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... Mmmm... MmmMMM... Uhhh." Peyton and Ronan joined the chorus.

"God I love your cock! So Fucking Good! So Fucking Good to FUCK!" Morgan was throwing in a little extra because she wanted them to hear, but she was genuinely feeling every inch and every delicious thrust, and being able to throw it back at them like this just helped her to feel it all the more.

The competition continued. Grunts and moans and yelps and cries. The tension built up over years of uptight Updike repression was all coming out now, all coming out in one furious fuck session.

Daniella sucked David hard again. "Do me again baby. Do me again right now. I need your cock so fuckin' bad!"

David rose to the occasion. It was fucking weird hearing his daughter, and his son's girlfriend like that, and also hearing the low rutting noises the boys made. It seemed wrong, but there was no denying it was also insanely fucking hot. It was one of the weirdest, hottest experiences ever. His cock got harder. He stuck it back into Daniella, and he pounded into her with renewed passion. She felt it. He felt it. And it sure as hell sounded like they were feeling it in the other rooms too.

"Fucking cum. Fucking cum. Fucking cum in me. I want to feel your fucking cum! Ahhhh!" Morgan screamed out.

"Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes!" Peyton wasn't as wordy but she felt it just the same, and added to the din. "Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh!" The noises came faster and faster.

Soon all three were screaming, wild noises, not words. Everyone knew what was coming. They could feel it. Pounding, screaming, who would be first?... Morgan! Her throaty scream rose above the din, and it sent the others too. First Peyton, and then Daniella, and with them their men. Eveybody came. Within the space of not more than a minute, everybody came.

Then after everybody came, and finally caught their breath, first Morgan, and then Ronan began to laugh. Their laughter was deep and sincere and uncontrollable. Daniella followed and joined them through the walls, and then the others did too. The whole upstairs of the house was filled with joy and cum and laughter. It was kind of unbelievable, what they'd all just done. Nobody would believe it. And yet it was real. It happened. It was true, and it was fucking fantastic. Such a special moment. It was the best ever.

After that things were much more open around the house. Daniella Flores had found the key. The Updikes were anything but uptight now. In fact, things had loosened up so much that Morgan hardly batted an eye when three days later she walked in on her brother, in the family room, getting blown by Peyton.

"Sorry. Don't mean to interrupt your fun," she'd said at the time, and simply left them to continue, which they did. Peyton didn't even pull her mouth all the way off of her brother's cock. In fact, she just winked at Morgan!

Later, Ronan tried to apologize.

"Sorry for not being discreet. I guess we just got carried away. I know we all said we'd confine that stuff to our rooms when others are in the house."

"Really, it's no big deal. Just try to be more careful. Or don't. I don't fucking care! I know what it's like to get carried away sometimes. Roberto and I almost got caught yesterday in the Safeway parking lot."

"OK cool. I'm glad you're happy now, Sis. It seems like you're really happy."

"I am. And you too. You're in love with Peyton, aren't you? It seems like she loves you. I like her."

"Yeah. I do love her. It's more than just sex, of course, but sometimes, like when you caught us, when she sucks my cock, it's like a dance, a seduction. It's like a magic spell. Oh my Gawd! I can totally understand now why Dad and Daniella were like that. If Daniella is anything like Peyton! Holy Hell!"

Morgan smiled to herself. Should she tell him? It sure seemed like Morgan might not be the only girl around who had received Daniella's little blowjob pep talk/tutorial. "Let's just say I think we all owe Daniella a lot. We owe her an apology for starters, and then a huge thank you for taking all three of us, you, me, and most of all Dad, from depressed, lonely, frustrated and miserable to the happiest, horniest, most satisfied family you've ever fucking seen."

"I think you're right. It's all because of her. She did this. It wouldn't have happened without her. She showed us. It's all of it, her openness, her attitude, her love."

"She's the key that finally loosened up the Uptights."

"I think Dad better marry that girl!"

Eight months later, he did just that. They got Peyton's little sister, Sophie, to be the ring bearer. At the reception there was a moment when the little girl saw David, Ronan, and Roberto all talking and laughing together so comfortably they just radiated good feelings.

Little Sophie asked her big sister, "Peyton, why are those men so happy?"

"See that lady over there," Peyton answered, pointing at Daniella. "She's the reason they're so happy. That's a very special lady."

"Why is she so special?"

"Because she teaches people how to love, Sophie. In her words, in the way she treats people, and by her example, she teaches people how to love."