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Disclaimer/Warning: This work is not mine. Contacting the original author is impossible, but I like to think they would be okay with my posting it here for as many people to see as possible. This work is NOT complete and it will NEVER be complete. I'm sad too.

With that said, enjoy.

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I watched Stephanie take her first Tae Kwon Do lesson from the edge of the mat. The instructor treated her distantly, barely even looking at her while she performed the exercises.

"He knows," Rachel whispered.

She was stretching out beside me. The instructor had welcomed me warmly and asked that I take class even though I did not plan to attend his school.

"I didn't tell him what happened to me when I started coming here my freshman year," Rachel continued. "He did everything right though. I think he knows when he's dealing with a woman who has been through this kind of thing."

"You should talk to Nancy," I said softly.

"I don't need help, David," she insisted. "I'm over it."

"You can't even say you were raped, Rachel," I said with some steel in my voice.

"He was my first male lover after it happened," Rachel said gesturing with her head at the instructor.

"Good way of changing the subject," I said with a smirk. "By the way, I didn't need to know that."

Rachel let out a quick laugh and pushed me.

"Why does he want you to take class?" she asked me.

"Are you going to get on Nancy's couch?" I asked instead of answering.

"Jesus, David!" Rachel sighed shaking her head. "Do you ever let something go?"

"Hmmm," I said tilting my head as if I were thinking about it. "Not this, but I'll answer your question if you answer mine."

"You mean you'll answer my question if I answer yours the way you want me to?"

"You're very good at this," I told her.

"Alright, I'll let Nancy try to fix me," she said looking down.

"She cannot fix you, Rachel," I continued "Accidents sometimes require you to rebuild completely. Nancy's role is to hand you tools while you finish what you've already started."

"So why does he want you to take class?" she asked changing the subject.

"Stephanie trusts me," I said. "Unfortunately, she only trusts the things or people that I show trust in."

"I don't get it."

"Nancy was only part of the problem in establishing a connection with Stephanie," I said. "Stephanie didn't trust our good head-doctor."

"They seem to be doing okay now."

"My view of Nancy recently changed."

"Excuse me?" she said querulously.

"I didn't care for Nancy until Doris Alex put her through the wringer," I said. "My attitude influenced Stephanie's greatly."

"You didn't trust Nancy," she said clarifying the point. "But you don't trust anybody, and I doubt you trust her now."

"I don't have to trust somebody to believe they will get a job done," I pointed out. "After Doris Alex instilled a greater sense of humility in Nancy, I am fairly certain she can manage Stephanie's needs. Nancy was also made aware of the consequences of not giving me her best."

"Melisa had a little something to do with it too, at least from what I heard."

"Doris Alex served my purpose," I said. "Melisa..."

"That little blonde bitch was making sure Nancy never even thought of looking at you crossly again!" Rachel said with a hard laugh.

"Something like that."

"No, David, exactly like that!" Rachel insisted. "In Melisa's world, no one is allowed to say a bad word about you. God help them if they say it to you!"

"Except for her, of course," I replied with a smile.

"Melisa manipulates things, David," Rachel said quietly. "But it's always for you or for her and you."

"So anyway," I said after a minute of silence. "Your instructor, who seems to have an instinctive understanding of what women need, is giving me the opportunity to show Stephanie that some of the rebuilding can be done here."

"How are you going to do that by taking a class?" she asked curiously.

"I'm not just going to take a class," I said with a small smile.

"How did you do it?" Rachel asked me on the drive home.

Melisa was brilliant at getting her way so Rachel was driving her car. As long as Rachel used Melisa's car, my First was free to use my car whenever she wanted. I had to wonder if Rachel knew she was enabling Melisa's manipulation. I considered buying yet another car, but decided since no Sibling complained when I used their car I might as well accept the relatively minor inconvenience of Melisa's preferring to use anything labeled David's. I shrugged thinking that at least Melisa ensured everyone got something in return; I was, after all, sitting next to a sexily sweat-drenched Rachel.

"How did I do what?" I asked innocently.

Rachel yanked the wheel to the right. She slammed the brakes when she was parking distance from the sidewalk. I watched as she almost ripped out the parking brake handle as she set it.

"Don't fuck with me, David!" Rachel said very annoyed.

"I thought that was the whole idea," Stephanie said from the back seat.

Rachel mouth opened wide and she turned around to stare at Stephanie.

"Bitch!" Rachel almost yelled while blushing deeply.

Stephanie laughed at the expression on Rachel's face. It was the first time any of us heard her laugh since she moved in. Rachel shook her head and looked at me. I saw that Stephanie ability to joke in a sexual context and laugh touched her deeply. She reached over and patted my hand.

"Anyway," she said giving Stephanie a joking dirty look. "I was sparring you and it was like I could not attack. Every time I made up my mind to hit you, I just froze."

"He did it to everybody, except Master John," Stephanie said almost proudly. "Master John isn't as good as David, but he did not lock up the way the rest of you did."

"How did you do it?" Rachel asked again.

Master John had introduced me as a practitioner of a different martial art whom he asked to stop by for a session with his students. He explained that it was necessary for martial artists to expose themselves to other styles. We compared katas and the differences in strikes meant to accomplish the same goals. The class ended with me sparring the advanced students. Rachel would be testing for her black belt at the school's next major test so she went first. It was not a successful experience for her, and the fact that no one except Master John did any better did not comfort her.

"He had complete control of you," Stephanie crowed. "You were just getting more and more pissed. I thought you were going to explode. You look really cute when you're mad, Rachel."

"You're a natural striker, Rachel," I said. "Your only thought in sparring is hit the other person. Hit the other person!"

"That's the point!" she said sarcastically.

"Yes, it is," I agreed. "But I threw off your rhythm between the point you decided to attack and when you set to do it."

"I don't understand?"

"You say that a lot with David," Stephanie said thoughtfully. "I noticed he's the only one you do that with. With everyone else, you seem to know everything."

Rachel closed her eyes and made a shushing motion with her hand at Stephanie.

"You rhythm is something like this," I said. "Bounce, bounce, approach to the striking distance, bounce, decide to attack, pause, set, attack."

"I didn't do any attacking!"

"Because I moved when you paused," I said. "I created more distance, or moved to either side so you had to turn, or even stepped closer so that you had to think about defending."

"You did that to everybody. Do we all do the same thing?" Rachel asked.

"It's not just disrupting rhythm, Rachel," I told her. "Before you spar, there's a struggle for dominance and ownership. This is my mat! You are here to learn from me! Each one of you surrendered those two points immediately. There's more involved but at that point it's not a question of skill but of who takes control."

"How was Master John able to avoid it?" she asked.

"First, he ignored the entire dominance and ownership question," I said. "There is no real decision for him to attack, his body does it. He doesn't need to set either. Finally, he can change attack mid-stream; if he did set and I moved towards him, the attack changed to one for up-close fighting."

"I'm supposed to learn all of that?" Rachel asked with a sigh.

"Only if you don't want other people to think you bought your black belt at Sears," I said.

Rachel nodded and pulled out of the parking spot slowly. The drive home was a quiet one.

"I gotta take a shower," Stephanie announced when we pulled into the driveway.

She rushed out of the car and into the house.

"That's a vast improvement," Rachel said jokingly. "I'm so glad you cut the 'look ugly and smell bad' phase short."

There were other improvements after Stephanie hit bottom and bounced instead of sticking. Nancy walked the straight and narrow as if she had Doris Alex and Melisa at each shoulder to keep her in line. She seemed significantly happier because of it too. The other Siblings settled back into their normal relationships with me. Stephanie had bad moments and better moments but for the most part it felt like she was climbing towards something rather than crawling through a sewer.

Anna was a constant visitor and every day her hope grew.

The Thanksgiving break emptied the house of everyone except Stephanie and me. Susan took advantage of the situation and stayed with us for the weekend. As we had not been together since the night before we learned of Stephanie's rape, we reacquainted our bodies with each other only minutes after she unpacked her bag. Stephanie had a bout of frustrated depression after it, but dealt with it by smashing a few things. I decided some physical exertion would take her mind off things that were not her business so I pushed the furniture in the living room out of the way and let her pound on the pads Rachel bought her. It took her over an hour to get too exhausted to think negatively about my renewed sexual relationship with Susan. She asked Susan to bathe with her and did not mention or react badly to Susan wanting sexual time with me for the rest of the weekend.

On Saturday, Stephanie asked to be taken shooting. I did not care for the idea much; Stephanie was a little pushy about it so I let her have her way to see what happened. I drove her to the shooting range I used and let her blast away to her heart's content. Although her concentration was superb, she was not a natural shot. She wanted to buy a gun after we were done. I helped her pick a good starter gun to order and waited while she finished the paperwork. The only stipulation I placed was that her gun stayed in a storage locker until I said otherwise and after she argued a bit she agreed to my terms.

Everyone filtered back in on Sunday afternoon. Even the Siblings that did not live in the house dropped in to say hello and hang. They were in need of some relaxation after a weekend with family and most took naps on any available flat surface.

Rachel walked into the house like someone had jacked her into the nearest power plant. She did not say hello to anybody as she rushed up to her room. Her room door slammed shut a couple of minutes later. A couple of the Siblings winced as she stomped down the steps. I sat in the living room waiting for the explosion. Rachel stood in the middle of the living room with everyone watching her. I got the feeling she was making sure we were all paying attention.

"I hate her!" Rachel grunted loudly. "I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!"

"Who?" Malia asked curiously.

Melisa, Doris Alex, and Stephanie rolled their eyes. Malia did not spend a lot of social time with Rachel, otherwise she would have known not to feed the fire.

"My mother," Rachel replied snippily.

"What's wrong with your mother?" Malia asked producing groans around the room.

Rachel spent the better part of an hour yelling about what was wrong with her mother. I had heard it many times during the previous two years so tuned her out. Rachel's mother had a certain view of a woman's role in the world; Rachel was interested in more very early on during her freshman year. Their relationship strained when Rachel switched to an exercise science major. The direction her change in major took her in and her mother's reaction caused Rachel to become closer to her father, which increased the strain on the relationship with her mother. I noticed that Rachel was being evasive about what had caused the major blowup with her mother during the weekend. I sat forward paying more attention. I erred in thinking this was like every other fight with her mother; it was the angriest I ever saw Rachel.

Something had changed drastically over the weekend for her.

When Stephanie handed something to Rachel, we watched try embed it into a wall. I looked from Stephanie to Rachel; maybe an affinity for hitting walls with breakable items was the basis of their relationship. No other Sibling had the appreciation that the two of them had for the sound of shattering glass. Stephanie handed another item over. Personally, I thought smashing one of those glass snow decorations was pretty cool. The water sprayed beautifully, and since I did not have to clean up I hoped she would paint another wall wet. Rachel calmed down and waved away Stephanie's third offering. It was the fastest I saw Rachel go from furious to calm. I considered keeping a stock of easily smashed things on hand; letting women break things was a lot easier than having to hear about their mothers.

"Come upstairs," Stephanie said to Rachel. "You can finish telling me about it."

Some of the Siblings looked like they were going to thank Stephanie out loud, but I squelched any grateful vocalizations with a look.

Incredibly for the number of days the Siblings were gone, I did not have an immediate sexual partner or two. I figured exams were on everyone's mind, especially when most of them pulled books out. I had plenty of free time for studying during the holiday weekend so I did not have anything to do. Staying in the living room would have only made me pick a Sibling out for some frolic so I took a novel out to the pool house figuring someone would come looking when they needed a study break and the pool house would keep the sounds of sex from disturbing anyone.

I was about to head back into the house when the door opened when Rachel and Janet came in laughing. They walked over to dump their towels by my chair.

"Hey, do you mind if we get wet?" Janet asked sexily.

Rachel pushed her into the pool without waiting for my reply. Janet came up sputtering.

"Hey, bitch!" Janet screamed laughing. "You didn't even give me a chance to take my sweats off!"

"So do it now," Rachel said.

Rachel kicked her sneakers off. Staring at me, she put her hands on the waist of her sweatpants and pushed them down. The movement of her hips as she did it fascinated me. I ducked Janet's attempt to hit me with her wet clothing while keeping my eyes glued on Rachel. She smiled widely and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black bikini that put her 'athleticism' on display. I caressed her curves with my eyes; breasts that would overflow my hands, a stomach with a hint of muscle lines but with skin that looked soft, power in her thighs, and hips that would have been a pleasure to dig my fingers into. She turned around and pulled the swimsuit out from where it snuck between her butt cheeks.

Rachel walked slowly to the steps and looked at me as the water drank her in. Janet approached her deliberately and wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist to pull her in for a kiss. Rachel broke the kiss after only a few seconds and glanced at me.

"It's okay, baby," Janet said comfortingly. "It's okay."

Rachel initiated a deeper kiss. The girls spun in the water as their tongues danced together. I explosively released the air from my lungs and spread my legs to give my dick room to expand as the girls slowly separated. Janet's swimsuit was white; see-through when wet, and so tiny it could not contain any of her treasures during the girls' horseplay. Rachel's by comparison was tame except for the bottom's inability to stay out of the valley of her butt cheeks.

The girls dunked each other, swam around and for the most part took any available excuse to kiss. Rachel pinned Janet against the edge of the pool near me. She pushed Janet's hair out of the way so she could take liberties with her neck. Janet slipped her hands under Rachel's top. She pushed it out of the way and palmed Rachel's breasts. Rachel gasped and pulled away. Janet's hands leaped out to capture Rachel's the bikini top. She used her grip on it to draw a reluctant Rachel back in for a kiss. I was surprised the water did not steam from the heat of their kiss. When Rachel lowered her hands which had had been hiding her breasts from view, Janet took advantage by sucking on Rachel's nipples. Rachel dropped her head back until her hair was in the water. Janet moved strangely for a few seconds and then threw a black bikini bottom behind her.

"No!" Rachel gasped stepping back.

Her hands were again hiding her treasures.

"It's okay, Rachel," Janet whispered. "It's okay."

Janet's hands grabbed Rachel's hips and pulled her back for another kiss. Rachel must have decided she would feel better if Janet was also unclothed because she stripped Janet out of her suit quickly. The girls spun in a slow circle as their hands explored each other's bodies. Janet's hands were trying to encapsulate Rachel's ass while Rachel assaulted Janet's breasts with her mouth.

Rachel pushed Janet onto the pool edge close to my feet. Janet lay back and Rachel's tongue extended outward while she approached the juncture of Janet's thighs. Janet moaned at the first touch. Rachel pressed herself harder against Janet who buried her hands in the blonde's hair.

Rachel took her time. Her head moved in slow motions that must have mirrored her tongue action on the pussy she was lavishing with so much attention. Janet arched her back after a few minutes, and held the position gasping her breaths as pleasure got closer and closer. Finally, she screamed and bent her back so much I thought it would snap. She collapsed and her breathing slowed as she twisted to look lazily at me. She smiled after a minute and sat up. Janet grabbed Rachel's wrist and helped her out of the water. She guided Rachel a couple of feet from my chair. Rachel lay back and smiled.

Janet stretched Rachel's hands over her head. She moved out of the way and let me look at her prize. Rachel was magnificent naked. My eyes riveted to the blondness of her pubic hair and seemed unable to look anywhere else. Janet straddled Rachel's stomach breaking my view.

"Your turn," she whispered to Rachel.

If the objective was to drive me insane, Janet came close to succeeding. She laid siege on Rachel's body and advanced inch-by-inch making sure every available spot on Rachel's body was given thorough attention. She began at Rachel's forehead; gentle kisses across it then moved to her cheeks. Her tongue outlined Rachel's lips, which opened letting Janet into their domain. Janet teased Rachel's tongue out and then pushed it back inside. Teeth were used on Rachel's neck; light scrapes of sharpened enamel against sensitive skin. Kisses walked the trail up the firm hills of Rachel's breasts until nipples could be circled before being sucked. Janet's tongue wet Rachel's stomach. Rachel spread her legs in anticipation but Janet bypassed what Rachel wanted to nibble at her thighs; wonderfully thick thighs. I thought finally the time had come when Janet was done with Rachel's feet but instead her hands guided Rachel onto her stomach. I would have pushed Janet back into the pool if she had blocked the vision of Rachel's ass as she quivered with need. Janet pushed blonde hair out of her way, and once again enamel touched sensitive skin. Rachel pushed her ass against Janet almost demanding for the end to arrive. Janet ignored the plea while kissing and licking her way down Rachel's back. Rachel squirmed as Janet ignored her ass to touch lips, teeth and tongue to the back of her thighs. When Janet licked the back of her knees, Rachel got up on them. Janet spun around, grabbed Rachel's ass cheeks, spread them, and dove in. Rachel's hair flew back as she let loose a sigh that was pure pleasure. She spread her knees as far as she could get them and put her forehead on the ground. Janet discarded the torturous pace and simply licked Rachel into one of the most powerful orgasm I ever saw a woman enjoy.

Rachel collapsed onto her stomach and turned her face towards me. Our eyes crashed together. I took a deep breath as Janet let loose a happy giggle. Janet crawled up my legs and stared into my eyes. She put her hands on either side of my face and fed my thirst with the juice of Rachel's pleasure.

She tasted raw, like a sunrise after sleepless night.

Janet gave me her tongue as her hands opened my pants. I lifted my hips so that she could push my jeans down. She broke the kiss and stood on my jeans so that I could free my legs. Janet jumped into a straddle on my lap. Her hand dove down until she had my cock in her hand. She sat down hard taking me deeply in one plunge. She grabbed my face again and kissed me. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her slowly; I let her down easily. Janet turned as I continued lifting and setting her pussy down on my dick. Rachel was staring at the point of our joining. Her brow was furrowed as she concentrated on watching Janet and I fuck.

Janet extended her hand out to Rachel, who stood up and approached us slowly. Rachel's hands touched Janet's back and it felt like she was touching me through the brunette's body. Janet stretched her head back and guided Rachel's hands to her breasts. Rachel gently pinched Janet's nipples and I felt the reaction to the pressure around my cock. Janet squeezed me tightly, released, squeezed me again and then exploded in a squirming motion as an orgasm swamped her.

The pleasure faded fast.

Janet kissed me again and turned in my lap until she faced Rachel. She pulled the blonde between my legs and down for a kiss. Janet shoved her hand between Rachel's legs only to be answered by having the blonde grab her ass tightly.

We were a train of constant motion. I pushed up and circled my hips, Janet circled her hips with me while moving her hand between Rachel's legs, Rachel squeezed Janet's ass and pushed down to make sure Janet stayed impaled on my cock. It came on all of at almost the exact same time. Janet and Rachel deepened their kiss as I pushed up lifting Janet's weight completely with my hips. Janet's pussy locked on me as I thickened and exploded into her. The girls broke the kiss to gasp as pleasure drowned them.

I thought it was over; but I could not have been more wrong.

Rachel knelt down pulling Janet off my body. She arranged Janet carefully on her back and looked at me. Rachel grabbed Janet around the thighs and lifted the smaller girl's lower body up to her face. She turned to the pussy being presented to her, a pussy I had just cum into, and pushed her mouth against it.

I watched Rachel...

Janet waved to me as she walked hand in hand with Rachel out of the pool house. I was hard from what I had just seen; harder than at seeing Rachel naked for the first time, harder than I was watching Janet on top of Rachel, harder than feeling Rachel's touch inches from my skin, harder than watching Rachel orgasm and knowing I had something to with it. I was so hard it felt like a single touch would make shoot several feet into the air.

Melisa walked in to the pool house naked. She sauntered sexily towards me until she straddled my hips.

"Rachel said I was needed out here," she said.

She grabbed my cock and squeezed hard.

"Oooh, you are definitely in need of some attention," she whispered climbing onto my lap.

I grabbed her thighs as she set the tip of my dick barely inside her pussy lips.

"Stick with me, David," Melisa said with a wicked smile. "You'll get everything you ever wanted and more!"

Melisa sat down on my dick slowly. She let me enjoy every inch that her pussy swallowed. I reached behind her, spread her ass cheeks, lifted her up a couple of inches, and fucked into her as hard as I could. Her eyes widened; she dropped her head back to scream as an avalanche pushed through her.

"FUCK!!!" she yelled as I held her in position and continued to fuck her with all the heat that Rachel and Janet had left behind.

A couple of minutes later, we lay side by side staring at each other.

"She's ours, David," Melisa said. "Rachel is finally ours."