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I couldn't get enough of my sister, nor she of I and we brought each other off multiple times. While I withheld cumming for the week leading up to my marriage with Dana, it was not something I would repeat. Aside from the fact I loved fucking my women too much, I loved fucking Dana too much in particular to forego her pleasures. Besides, Bonnie had been such a good girl for her patience that she really did deserve a good regular pounding. However, I was going to be marrying Danielle the following week and for her sake, I did hold off for the two days prior so I'd still have plenty of cum for her.

Our wedding, while a carbon copy of the her sister's, was carried out with no less pomp and circumstance. Dani's collar was just like Dana's except it was silver plated instead of gold, signifying Dana's position over her sister-wives. Once again, our mother gave her daughter away and performed her duties as she did with Dana. Even though Dani was my sister, our union was not as mind-blowing as it was with my twin, but it did have its own unique appeal.

To call Dani 'underdeveloped' would be an understatement. She was twenty-one and she was just barely taller than our mother, if even by an inch, but she was smaller in every other catagory and had a body of someone half her age. She was just one of the reasons I wanted to wait until my daughters were older to bleed them, because I had to be very careful I didn't hurt Dani, even if she didn't want me to.

Dani thrived on being little and made it part of her persona to act her size with me, even taking to calling me 'Daddy' despite not being pregnant. It was understandable for her to have 'Daddy Issues', considering she was denied service to her father by his failing health and death. Indeed, she took the loss of Travis the hardest, as being his had been all she wanted her whole life and every time it looked like he might be well enough to take her, he'd fall deeper into illness until his life finally ended.

Like I said, I had to be careful with Dani because of our differing sizes. Her ass was the only hole of hers I could enter fully, but even then I had to be careful not to be too rough. She of course begged to be wrecked, but she was a slave, of couse she cared little for herself when it came to pleasing her owner and husband. It fell on my shoulders to decide between my pleasure and the girl's welfare. Because I couldn't get my whole cock inside her pussy or mouth, I contemplated not impregnating her, concerned that our daughters could be equal to if not smaller than her, not to mention, whether or not she could even carry a child to term. However, when it came time to marry her, I relented and emptied my seed into my older sister anyway. There is no question, her dimiuative size did do wonders to facilitate a unique experience that if my daughters had even half the enthusiasm of Dani, I'd be hard pressed not to bleed them as soon as possible. Still though, for all the aspects Dani brought to the table to fulfill a specific niche in our relationship, she was not my Dana nor our mother.

The experience when I consumated my marriage with mother was on the scale of Dana and I's union. Mother was much smaller than Dana and suffered from the same issues I had with Dani, but there is just something about releasing yourself in the body of the woman who carried you. Sex with my mother was unlike anything I experienced with any of my other women, mostly because there is nothing like a mother's love for her children. Even though I am the dominant and mother the submissive, there was still that sense of nurturing, security and parental guidance when I was inside her. She made me feel like a little boy again and every thing she did was solely toward my benefit and making me feel good. She told me that from her perspective, the best servant to a father is a daughter and the best servant to a son is his mother and she was grateful that she had the privilege of having been both.

While I tried to impregnate all my women, I knew mother was entering the second half of her menstrual cycle when we were married and wouldn't be fertile for nearly another month. That didn't stop me from trying to give her my seed as much as possible though. Of all my women, mother was the one I wanted to plant a child inside of most. Unlike my previous two marriage ceremonies to my sisters, mother didn't have anyone to attend to her in the sense that she had for Dani and Dana, which was fine. I wanted my time with Mother to just between us during our consumation and I think it was appropriate that mother alone was allowed to dote on her son, husband and master. Like any good mother, she loved being the only one in the room with me and being the only one to attend to my needs. If it were not for Dana, there is no question I would've made mother my first wife and alpha sub. I made a mental note that if I ever decided to have a second alpha, someone only below Dana and I, it would definitely be mother. Our Saturday went off like clockwork and mother and I did our best to make up for eighteen years of seperation. It was Sunday morning when I got an unscheduled call from Mel and Aud.

It had been nearly two months since I'd sent Melanie and Audrey out west to get her divorce from Robert. I didn't want to do it from our home in Illinois because I didn't want Robert to know where we lived nor did I want interstate bureaucracy mucking things up. I sent Audrey with Melanie, because I didn't want Melanie to go through this alone and I couldn't come for fear of upsetting Robert and making the process harder than it needed to be. Still though, we knew that while drawing up the paperwork would take very little effort or time, getting a court date for the judge to approve it could take up to a year. Fortunately for us, Mel happened to find Karen as her attorney.

Normally, the girls have a scheduled time to call me and we'd give updates and share words of love so I knew it had to be important for them to break with the schedule and call in the morning. It turns out that a lot had happened behind the scenes that the girls were keeping from me, like the fact that Karen had figured out about our relationship, for one. One issue with maintaining a routine is it is easy to pickup on, which is sort of the point, but that also makes it easier for anyone else to pickup on, even if the routine doesn't apply to them. Mel told me that while they'd only call me when Karen wasn't in the room, she still deduced that she and Audrey might be seeing the same man. Her suspicions were heightened when both she and Aud started getting morning sickness around the same time as well. To make a long story short, Karen had confronted the girls shortly before I left for Wisconsin to find my family and they'd been keeping this from me since.

I understood why Mel and Aud thought it might be best to hide this from me though. Why add any undue stress to me when, after the divorce would be finalized, they'd be back home with me and Karen's knowledge wouldn't matter? However, they also knew better than to discuss our arrangement with someone outside our circle and having done that, they kept it from me out of fear. They knew delaying in telling me wouldn't help their cause, but when one day turned into two, then four, then eight, they thought it better to keep digging the hole and hope it all blows over and I'd be none-the-wiser.

This is why dominant's keep their submissives on a short leash, because they are prone to doing things contrary to the dominant's interests. The girls were cornered when Karen confronted them about our arrangement and being givers, nurturers and wanting to make people happy rather than upset, they folded like lawnchairs. If I were there, I would be able to hold my ground and lie my ass off convincingly to keep Karen in the dark, but that is not the kind of person a submissive is. Mel and Aud, all of us for that matter, were deeply in debt to Karen for allowing Mel and Aud into her home during the divorce process and as such, they felt obligated to come clean when Karen confronted them, to make Karen happy, as it were, since I wasn't there to take the reigns. Ultimately, Karen finding out was my fault, as I never should've expected Mel and Aud to be able to keep our secret indefinitely.

I kept my disappointment, in the girls and myself, quiet for the moment, as I listened to Mel spell out the reason for the call. I already knew a lot of Karen's situation and why she allowed Mel and Aud to live there during this process, but I also learned a lot more about what had been going on in the background.

Karen's whole life was upended when Robert and his firm came after the oil company her husband worked for. Robert was the attorney who handled the case and he destroyed the company. During the trial, it was discovered that Karen's husband had embezzled millions from the company and from the government subsidies. Once the company had been picked clean, the government came after Karen's husband. Rather than face the next fifty years in prison, he decided to be a coward and take his life. In doing so, he voided all of his insurance policies and left all of the expenses for his wife and daughter to absorb. Needless to say, they had to sell off everything, including their house and cars. In just a few months, Karen went from living in a hillside mansion to living in government apartments, like my mother and sisters.

Although she had no knowledge of her husband's activities, her law firm fired her because they didn't want their image tarnished with the stigma associated with her husband. With the loss of her job, she lost the benefits and retirement package she had been working toward and any hope of getting on with another big firm. With only her ruined name to call her own, she struggled to climb her way back out of poverty. In a few years, she had opened her own law office and managed to move out of the projects and into a low-end suburb. It wasn't a huge step up from the hole she had found herself in, but she was getting her life back and was determined to make a life for her and her daughter they could once again be proud of. The problem Melanie and Audrey were calling about revolved around Karen's daughter, Holly.

Holly was Karen's sixteen year old daughter and had found herself in a spot of trouble. For most of her life, Holly had attended prestigious schools. The kind of schools that wealth and privilege can access. However, such schools are quite insulated from the world around them and Holly was unprepared for life in a public school when their worlds came crashing down around them. For the most part, Holly did her best to conform to life in public school, but had since fallen in with a bad crowd during the end of her sophmore year. Being socially inept in this kind of environment, Holly was desperate for friends and unfortunately for her, the ones she gravitated towards were not the kind of people you'd want to associate with. Her girlfriends all ran around with losers who were well outside highschool and enjoyed corrupting young girls with drugs and alcohol. Holly was the girlfriend of a guy who was involved with gangs and drugs and while he didn't particularly care about Holly much, he did care that she knew she was his.

Miguel and Holly was a classic case of a young impressionable girl falling for the attentions of the 'bad boy' older man. He was in his early to mid twenties and while Holly thought he was her world, she was nothing more than a taxi service, atm and cum receptacle to him. The abuse started almost right away in their relationship, but he'd managed to keep the bruises to areas of her body she could hide under clothing. Now that it was Summer and there would be no nosy school officals to intervene, Miguel had decided to drop all pretenses and Holly would start coming home with a shiner or fat lip. Like many girls, Holly defended her boyfriend against her mother's complaints, until just recently. Holly went to pick up Miguel at a specific location and while waiting for him, a guy with a dog happened by. According to Mel's account, Holly was only interested in the puppy, but that is when Miguel showed up. He kicked the dog and threatened the man with a knife, sending him fleeing the scene. Once in the car, Miguel turned the knife on Holly and told her that if she ever so much as looked at another guy, he'd gut her like a fish. If that wasn't enough, he said he'd bring his friends over to pay a visit to her mother and the other two bitches that lived with them and rape them all before doing the same to them.

When asked why they didn't bring this up to the police, Mel told me that Karen tried, but she was told that there was nothing they could do unless he tried something first. When told about the bruises, the police said that Holly could press charges if she wants, but it would be a hard sell unless the cops were called as it were happening and that she should just dump the jerk. Of course, that advise landed like rock as dumping him was the reason he threatened her in the first place. Off the record, the cop wasn't entirely unsympathetic, as he apparently understood the mind-numbing bureaucracy didn't make sense. He told her to buy a gun and if 'defending' herself meant dropping the punk on the sidewalk, so be it, just make sure she could drag the body to the door before the cops get there.

That's when I got the sinking feeling in my stomach that I was about to get involved in all of this. I asked Mel why she was telling me this and she asked if I could come out there and help them. I tried to tell her that I wasn't a cop, mercenary or bodyguard, but I could also tell that my words were falling on deaf ears. Melanie knew I did not want to do this nor did she want me to, but she also knew what kind of person I was and they had no one left to turn to. We were all in debt to Karen for allowing Mel and Aud to live there rent free during this, as she was eager to get a shot at the man who ruined her life, if only in the smallest of ways. She was saving us thousands of dollars in apartment or motel room rental for what could take a year to complete. Furthermore, Miguel's threat included Mel and Aud and that alone was enough to boil my blood, but they couldn't just leave and come back home either. We owed Karen and Melanie had no issue reminding me of that.

It didn't matter that I was still new at my job and would have a hard time convincing my boss to let me have however long off to handle a 'family' problem. In fact, I was pretty sure my boss would just fire me as I was little more then general labor and lacked the experience to make me hard to replace. None of that mattered to Mel and Aud though, despite the fact I was the sole bread winner in our large family. They didn't feel safe and my 'job deion' as leader of this family included security, to which I had no problem providing. It was just that every time I was trying to move forward in my life, our lives, something new would come up and derail the process.

Although I never let on to the women in my life, I was seriously questioning if this was what I wanted in the end. Sure, I loved them all, but what none of them knew was that I would give it all up just to be with Dana alone. There was no question that she was the love of my life, my soulmate and she was everywhere and in everything I saw. At times, I felt more a slave to my women than they to me as I would constantly have to give up things I wanted to do to make sure they didn't feel neglected. I never got the sleep I really wanted or needed, because I would have to keep my tired ass up to make time for one or more of them when all I really wanted to do was sleep. It would've been a lot easier if I wasn't so connected to them or they to me, but they all relied on my leadership and they had all surrendered their lives to me willingly, accepting whatever life I chose to give them and not necessarilly the lives they might choose for themselves. This was the trade off for having multiple women.

Perhaps I was just too weak to lay down the law, but for someone who always wanted a family, but never had one, until now, this was the price I was going to have to pay to keep it. I knew I could never send any of them away, not after accepting their submission, not after they pinned all their hopes and dreams on me, so sacrificing myself was the only currency I had to exchange for their service. As much as I dreaded the coming days ahead, I told Mel and Aud I would be on my way as soon as I could and hung up. Now, I just had to explain to the rest why I was leaving and do so in a way that didn't cause them all to fear for us, especially after the incident in Wausau.

There was one person I couldn't lie to and would never lie to however, and that was Dana. I took her aside and explained the whole story to her. She, being the good wife she was, understood completely why I needed to go and supported me a hundered percent, but the truth was there in her eyes. She knew I didn't want to do this and she also knew how I truly felt about my life. She wanted our family as much as I, but she also understood that to make a pleasant life for the others meant sacrifice on my part. However, my struggle was her struggle and it bothered her that there was nothing she could do to fix it, to make it right, because it was inherent in the life we lived. After all, we were just a couple of kids ourselves, being the youngest in our family by far and yet, we had all the responsibility of keeping it afloat.

I told my girls that Melanie and Audrey were having emotional problems being pregnant and having been away from me for so long. Thankfully, they could relate to those feelings so they bought into the lie. Next, I called my boss and told him that a family emergency came up and since I wasn't sure when I'd have it worked out that I was also tending my resignation. I guess I had impressed my boss all this time, because he told me that I was the hardest worker he'd ever seen. He gave me his best and while he couldn't afford to promise me my job back should I return, he did say that if the guy he replaced me with didn't measure up, the job would be mine. I thanked him profusely and was pleased there was a silver lining to this otherwise dismal situation. With a series of long goodbyes, I was loaded up and was watching my home disappear in the rearview.

I wasn't desperate to get there right away, but I was desperate to stay in motels even less so I drove through the night. It was around five in the morning on Monday when I called Karen's to let them know I was near. Another twenty minutes of driving and I was pulling up in front of her small home. I grabbed my bag from the back and my weary legs carried me to the front door where I was quickly swarmed by Melanie and Audrey. As much as I missed them, I was too tired and this was not the place to reunite so I urged us inside.

Karen was standing in the middle of the living room when I entered, waiting to be introduced. She was around 5' 6" with brown hair that was parted from the left in a smart-looking bob that hung just off her right shoulder, providing a nice view of her neck and jawline. She was neither fit nor fat, but retained a small ponch from the birth of her child that she'd never been able to get rid of. The most remarkable feature she had were her eyes. They were brown, like her hair, but had a distinct almond shape to them, giving a peircing or predatory look about them, which I imagined worked well in the courtroom as they were capable of a wide range of expression. Indeed, if she were ever incapable of speaking, I have no doubt she could still carry on a basic conversation with just her eyes alone.

"Karen, we'd like you to meet David." Audrey said.

"David, it's so nice to finally meet you." She said, sincerely, taking my hand in hers to shake. "I cannot begin to thank you for coming all this way. You have no idea how it feels just having you here."

"The pleasure's all mine." I lied, yawning.

"Oh, Daddy, you must be dead tired?" Melanie observed.

"Yeah, I don't want to disrupt my sleep schedule, but I'd sure like to take a nap." I said.

"I only have two bedrooms, but you're more than welcome to take a nap on my bed, David." Karen offered, gesturing down the hall.

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Oh, heck no. You sleep as long as you like and we'll work out a more suitable sleeping arrangement later." She said, leading me down the hall.

"Thanks, Karen." I yawned again.

"No, thank you, David." She insisted, leading me through the door. "You just make yourself at home and don't worry about us." She said before closing the door quietly behind me.

I set the alarm clock for 9 am. Like I said, I only wanted a nap, not a full sleep, no matter how badly my body wanted it. The last thing I remember was kicking off my shoes and crawling face first onto the bed.

*****

I was awaken by Melanie gently shaking me.

"Did the alarm go off?" I growled into the pillow.

"Yes, Daddy. About six hours ago." She giggled. "It's a little after 3 pm."

"Shit." I mumbled. "I guess I was more tired than I thought." I said, still wanting to slip back into the warm embrace of sleep.

"Do you want to go back to bed, Daddy?" She said softly, stroking my hair as she placed kisses on my arm.

"No." I grumbled, rolling over onto my back offering a place for Melanie to snuggle into under my arm. "But let me hold you for a bit, first."

"Mmmm, I've missed this so much." She sighed, as she pulled herself tightly against me, buring her face in my chest.

"How much do they know about us?" I asked.

"Karen knows everything, Daddy, and I'm sorry about that." She said, getting very still in my arms, signalling her apprehension.

"And Holly?"

"She knows we're polygamus and that we're pregnant, but she doesn't fully understand our dynamic or that your sisters and mother are involved."

"Let's keep it that way, yes?" I asked, though not making a suggestion.

"Of course, Daddy." Melanie agreed, emphatically.

*****

After a few minutes of reconnecting, Melanie and I exited the bedroom and walked down the hall to the living room where the other three were watching tv. I say, watching, but it was merely background distraction as all eyes fell on me as I came down the hall, especially Holly, who had yet to see me and was clearly pleased with the sight of the dashing young man who'd come to her rescue. Like many teen girls, she had no shortage of crimson in her tender cheeks or lack of eye contact when meeting a cute boy for the first time. I took the opportunity to shake Karen's hand again and thank her for the use of her bed, but again, she was the grateful one. Audrey and Melanie went to the kitchen to fetch us all something to drink while Karen offered me a seat on the recliner. I sat down in the recliner and turned it to face Karen and her daughter who were seated on the sofa. When Mel and Aud returned, they handed out the refreshments before taking their place on either side of my feet, drawing an unusual if not unexpected look from the mother and daughter.

I wanted to find out as much information about Miguel and the people he ran around with so I started my conversation with Holly. She said there were about eight guys he ran with in his crew, but they were just one of several that controlled their section of town. She recalled seeing as many as thirty or forty at parties they had, but she wasn't sure how many of them were actually members of the gang. She said she was usually too scared to be too nosy and ask too many questions. When asked about firearms, she said that they had lots of guns and she believed that murdering someone was part of the initiation into the gang. Now, I was getting this information from a teenage girl who had probably seen too many of the gang films that seemed to permeate the market in early 90's cinema, not to mention that Mel and I came from Albuquerque less than two months ago. I'd never heard of any gangs that required initiates to murder someone to get in, but I did know that most of the time it took some manner of violent act so I needed to proceed with caution, nonetheless.

The numbers didn't fill me with a lot of confidence. I was pretty sure of myself in any fight, one on one, but gangs never fight anything one on one and they won't fight fair, not that anyone ever should, only fools fight fair. Karen did take the cops advice and purchased a handgun so we had that at least if they should try and shoot up the house. I wasn't too worried about a drive-by though, at least not unless it was a last resort. Karen was a lawyer and even though she was disgraced, she was still well known by some rather powerful firms. If they came to house, guns blazing, and failed to kill everyone there, word would get out about who was responsible and they'd have far too much heat on them. Gang members are generally on the low end of the intelligence spectrum, but that doesn't mean they are always idiots. They know the system and they know who they can fuck with openly and who they have to deal with more creatively.

I wasn't ruling out a home invasion, but I was pretty certain this was more about Miguel and less about his gang. Holly was just some little white bitch to these guys, a dime a dozen and easy to replace. It seemed highly unlikely they would attack the home of a lawyer just because Miguel was posessive. There simply was nothing in it for them to take the risk. However, even though Miguel might not have any real interest in the older women, I had no doubt he might be crazy enough to harm Holly, which meant if she left the house, she'd have a target painted on her back. It was Holly I was going to have to protect and that would change things for Miguel and his crew.

They were not about to let some pale-ass gringo disrespect Miguel or anyone else in their crew. In a way, my presence here would only make matters worse for me and the others, but if I wasn't here, it would be like feeding Holly to the wolves. Like things were not bad enough already, it wasn't like Holly could just stay inside indefinitely. I mean, she could, but Miguel would come looking for her and it would only be a matter of time before he learned of my presence either way. No doubt, he would see me as her new man and it would be on anyway. The best case scenario I could think of would be that Miguel got killed by a rival gang and all this would just dissolve, but the worst case scenario would be I have to defend the home and I end up killing one or more of them. Once that happened, the whole gang would want revenge and they wouldn't care about shooting up the home then.

After hearing the whole story from Holly and her mother it was time to get the house ready. The first thing I wanted to get done was limit the visibility into the home so we went straight to work hanging blankets and towels over all the windows. Next was dismantling all the beds and putting the mattresses on the floors. In the event they decided to spray the home with lead in the middle of the night, everyone would be safer if they were already on the floor. As far as sleeping arrangements went, Karen offered her bedroom to my girls and I and she'd sleep on the hideaway in the sofa. I wasn't too keen on this idea as it put me at the farthest point in the house away from both the back and front doors. I didn't think Miguel would stand more than a few days of Holly ignoring him before he'd become impatient and do something, but there was no need for all of us to be there either, so I sent Melanie and Audrey to stay at a motel. I doubted that Miguel or his gang was well connected enough to track the Illinois plates on our cars, but I didn't want to leave anything to chance so I had the girls take both our cars with them. If we needed to leave the house, we had Karen's.

After a nice dinner and with their bags packed, the girls and I had an emotional goodbye before they were out the door and driving away. Although they were still unaware of what happened in Wausau, I used the same strategy I employed there. I had them go to the other side of the city, far from here, to get their motel room. Anywhere that Miguel or his crew would be unlikely to encounter them. Fortunately, it wasn't that long ago Mel and I lived in Albuquerque so discussing the plan was made easy. With my girls out of the picture and safe, it was just Karen, Holly and I.

"Are you going to shoot Miguel, David?" Holly worried.

"Holly!" Karen objected.

"What? That's why he's here isn't it?" She asked, defensively.

"No, he's not here to shoot anybody." Karen replied.

"I'm here to make sure you two are safe. Whatever that entails then that's what I'll have to do." I explained.

"How long do you think it will take?" Holly asked.

"I don't know, really. I figure someone like him will either make a move or give up after a week. It really depends on how badly he wants you." I said.

"What would you do if one of your girlfriends left you?" She asked, figuring Miguel and I shared something in common when it came to seeing women as property.

"I'd let her go." I said, flatly.

"But I thought they were your slaves or something like that?" Questioned Holly.

"Holly, I don't think we should bother David about his personal life." Karen suggested.

"I don't think it can get any more bothersome, actually. I mean, keeping our life a secret was always a big deal so now that the cat's out of the bag, I'm interested to know how you two feel knowing about it?" I wondered.

"I guess I don't have an issue with it. I mean, as long as you're all happy, that's all that matters, right?" Holly started, "However, I think it's pretty weird you sleep with your own mom and sisters."

"You know about that, huh?" I inquired. "Mel told me only your mother knew about them."

"I'm sorry, David, but I thought it might come up in conversation and I wanted Holly to have a chance to come to terms with it." Karen apologized.

"Yes, well, I guess I can't fault you for wanting to keep her up to speed." I reassured her, "As far as it being weird, yes, I know how it looks, which is another reason we try to keep a lid on it."

"But do you love them?" Holly asked, her candid tone seemingly absent of judgement, only wonder.

"With all my heart. I love my mother as much as you love yours, even more so, I would wager, considering the nature of our relationship." I explained.

"Because you sleep with her too?" She asked.

"Yes. It's like having a mother and a wife wrapped in one." I said.

"I thought I would have more difficulty dealing with it, myself." Karen joined the conversation.

"So you're not?" I wondered.

"Well, one the one hand, I think it's wrong, but on the other, I see how happy Melanie and Audrey are and they have become very dear to us, so..." Karen wrestled with her feelings.

"Yeah, I really like Audrey and Melanie. They are so sweet." Holly gushed.

"Yes, that they are." I smiled.

"Exactly." Karen added. "It was they who convinced me to allow them to call you for help. When I think about how wrong other aspects of your relationship might appear, I have to assume everyone in your family is just as happy and content as Mel and Aud." Karen admired.

"Yeah, probably even more considering how excited they got since David arrived. It almost made me cry when you three were saying goodbye." Holly recalled. "I can only imagine how happy they would be if you all were reunited."

Karen and Holly went on singing praises about my girls. As I listened to them carry on, I couldn't help but think back to my own struggle and doubt about my family. I wish I had come to this conclusion on my own, but sometimes you need a fresh pair of eyes to see. Karen and Holly were that fresh pair of eyes. As they went on and on about how much they loved my girls, I felt guilty for even entertaining the notion of possibly reducing my family's size. I mean, it was kind of a foregone conclusion, as I don't think I could ever part with those I care about, but just listening to this mother and daughter, these outsiders, disregard the taboo and unconventional aspects of my relationships and focus only on the love and unity we shared, I knew I was doing the right thing, even if it meant I would have to run myself ragged to keep up.

"I'm glad they've been such a positive influence in your lives." I finally broke into the conversation.

"It's you, David." Karen gleamed. "You're the positive influence."

"Yeah." Holly agreed. "I used to get so excited listening to them talk about you."

"Well... erm." I was dumbstruck and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

I may be a confident and dominant person, but that mostly relates to my capability and drive. I've always struggled with receiving praise, because to me, when I set myself to task on something, I do it because it needs doing, not because I am seeking praise. I came into this situation, the odd man out. The four women had had a lot of time to get to know one another and share with one another and I was learning much for the first time. No question, I certainly felt proud to hear Karen and Holly laud my contribution to it all, but it was humbling as well, because it wasn't all me. My girls, every single one of them, had been instrumental in helping to shape the person I was and it was only for them, for our family, that I strove to try and make things work. It was then that I noticed that Karen and Holly were looking at me in a different way than before. It was a look that I had become quite used to at home when my girls looked at me...

"Shit. Where they falling for me now?" I thought to myself, but my thoughts were cut short by the phone ringing. "That's probably Mel and Aud checking from their room." I said.

"Hello?" Karen answered.

I could tell right away who it was when I saw Karen's once smiling face become hard as stone. Karen didn't want Holly to talk to Miguel and Holly wasn't keen on doing so, but I insisted that should Miguel call, she had to speak to him. He couldn't know I was here so I couldn't do it and he'd likely just blow Karen off had she tried. The only problem with putting Holly on the line was that she wasn't as calm and collected as her lawyer mother or I. Fortunately, the instructions I gave her were pretty simple.

Holly took the phone from Karen, "I don't want to talk to you, Miguel." Holly said, first thing.

I could tell Miguel was an asshole as I could hear him yelling at Holly over the phone halfway across the room, even if I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying.

"No, Miguel. I don't want to see you anymore and I don't want to talk anymore." Holly calmly spoke into the receiver.

As expected, Miguel wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer and I could see Holly starting to lose her cool. She looked to me and I gestured to her calm down. The last thing we wanted was for the two of them to get into a shouting match. Miguel was going to be pissed unless he got his way anyhow so my only concern was keeping Holly on .

"You know why." She answered.

I wished I could've been listening to the conversation on the phone in the kitchen, but then I wouldn't be able to be here for Holly. I couldn't hear Miguel over the phone anymore so I was assuming this was the part where he was trying to convince her that he was sorry and that he didn't mean it, the classic bullshit lines abusive partners use. Unfortunately, they work well more often than they should however, Holly had me there and we'd already gone over what was likely to be said. She was doing pretty well, although I knew she couldn't keep this up indefinitely. Miguel would not be satisfied until she agreed to see him and no amount of talk or reason was going to change his mind. This was more of an exercise in human nature than anything. By going through the motions, we could force Miguel to unknowingly play the game on our terms and not his.

"You can do better than me, Miguel." Holly progressed the exchange, as expected.

I could hear Miguel again, but this time he wasn't yelling, he was begging. Holly knew this was coming so she wasn't caught offguard by his change in tactics, just like she knew he would explode on her again when she shot him down.

"No, Miguel. I'm not going to do that." She told him.

Here it comes.

"Look, it's getting late. I need to get to bed." Holly lit the fuse.

And Miguel exploded. "YOU BETTA FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, PUTA!" He screamed through the phone.

Holly nearly dropped the phone as her shaky hand slammed the receiver down on the craddle when I gave her the 'hang-up' gesture. She quickly fell into her mother's arms who held her close.

"You did really well, Holly. I'm proud of you." I told her.

"I'm really scared." She said, still pressed into her mother's embrace.

"I know you are, but that was the only result you were going to get from him. Guys like Miguel do not like being told 'no' by anyone, especially from women they do not respect." I explained. "There is nothing you could've done differently to diffuse the situation."

"Then why did you want me to go through this? Why not just tell him to fuck off?" She broke the embrace to ask.

"Because. Even though he doesn't realize it yet, he knows now that there is nothing he can say to get you back. If you cut him off before he had a chance to run through his emotions, through his 'options', he might still have reason to hang on." I told her.

"Like, 'I should've said this or that', kind of thing?" She asked.

"That's exactly it." I said.

"So what now?" Karen asked.

"Hopefully, he will take some time to cool off and realize that Holly is a waste of time and move on to someone else." I said.

"And if he doesn't?" Holly asked.

"Then we're no worse off now than we were then." I said.

Holly slouched and held her head in her hands, clearly stressed by the situation. Karen looked over at me and mouthed the words, 'thank you'. I smiled and nodded and Karen did her best to console her daughter.

It took a while, but things started to get back to normal. Audrey and Melanie called to let us know they were checked in and left us the number for the room. Interestingly, they asked if they could speak to Karen and Holly alone for a bit before we had our time. Karen and Holly told me they were close with my girls, but I guess I just hadn't realized just how close knit they all were, but I had no issue letting them chat for a while. I wanted to get out of the house anyway, figuring I would do a walk around and give myself some time to think, so I handed the phone off to Karen and Holly went to the kitchen to use that one so they could chat.

The front of the house was pretty well lit with both a house light and street lamp to cancel out the darkness, so my interest was more in the back yard. There was a back door light, but it was pretty weak and only lit up what was directly around the back door. Karen had a small back yard that shared a small chainlink fence with adjoining properties. There were hedges that lined the neighbor's side of the fence directly behind Karen's house and I figured if Miguel were to sneak up to the house, it would be from there. I rattled the fence in various spots and was satisfied at how much noise it made. It was about chest high so you'd have to climb over it and the resulting noise would give away whoever attempted it. I was on my way back toward the house when Karen came out the back to let me know they were finished chatting.

Karen and Holly went to get ready for bed as I sat and talked with Mel and Audrey. They wished they could be here with me, but hoped that I would stick around for a few days after this was all over so we could have some alone time. I told them that there was no way I would come all the way out to New Mexico and not leave my two lovely women walking funny for a week. They teased me by telling me how they were playing with each while we chatted, which was risky ground considering I wasn't getting any, but it was all in good fun. Being this close for the first time in two months and not being able to be with me was excuse enough to let them play while I remain celebate.

It was around the time that Karen had finished her shower and put on her night shirt when I ended my conversation with Audrey and Mel. I knew she wasn't trying to look it and perhaps it had a lot to do with speaking with my ladies that I was so turned on, but I had to take a double-take when Karen entered the living room to say 'goodnight'. Her 'nightshirt' was little more than an oversized tee that was pink and faded. Faded enough that you could see a faint hint of her body under it. I don't know if she simply forgot or if it was on purpose, I would assume it was on purpose, as I could barely see the dark circles of her areola beneath the well worn cotton. I might not have noticed at all if it were not for her erect nipples pushing the fabric out drawing attention to her breasts. Her figure was a lot better than I first thought, as the tee clung to her enough to show off her hourglass shape and large C/small D cup breasts. In addition to her dark areolas and nipples, there was distinct shade where an obvious pubic mound was located, meaning no bra or panties. As there was no bulge in the fabric, it was pretty clear she kept it well maintained.

"Oh, I probably should put a robe on, I'm sorry. I'm not used to needing to be modest." She started to turn away.

"No, you're fine." I responded, perhaps a bit to enthusiastically, because Karen stopped and turned back around with a small smile on her face.

"Are you sure?" She asked, actually giving me a small pose by sticking her leg out and feigning as seductive draw of her hand up her thigh. "I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." She winked.

"I'll take my chances." I smiled back.

"Well, in that case." She made her way over to the sofa were I was sitting and stopped at my feet. "Do you need any help getting the hideaway pulled out? It can get a little fussy." She asked.

For someone supposedly getting ready for bed, I could detect a distinct smell of perfume on her, but it seemed like it was coming up from the bottom of her nightshirt.

"No, I think I will just sleep on the sofa itself, actually. I'm still not familiar with the layout in here and having a bed take up so much room will only make it that much harder." I told her.

"Okay." She smiled. "Make yourself at home. Are you hungry or thirsty? Can I get you something before I go to bed?" She asked, putting her hand on my forearm.

"I'm fine, thank you, Karen. I overslept earlier today so I'll probably be up most of the night." I said, bringing my other hand to put it over hers.

Karen was about to say something, but we were interrupted by the phone ringing. Giving the likelyhood of who was on the other end, her mood was broken immediately. She reached over and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Put the little slut on, Puta!" I heard him shout, giving Karen a start.

"She doesn't want to speak to you, Miguel." Karen responded, doing her best to remain calm.

"PUT. THE. BITCH. ON!" He demanded.

"NO!" She shouted back.

"IMMA FUCK YOU UP, HO! PUT YOUR CUNT ON!" He blasted.

Karen slammed the phone down and I quickly rose, taking her trembling hands in mine. Karen's gorgeous eyes gazed up at mine, pleading to make this mess go away. We were both jerked from the moment when the phone rang again.

"WHAT?" Karen shouted into the receiver.

I was standing close enough to hear Miguel hiss, "That's gonna cost you. Now put Holly on."

By now, Holly was rushing into the living room, wrapped in a towel, having just finished her shower. She had a frightened look on her face since all she heard was shouting. Karen just slammed the phone back down, hanging up on Miguel. Karen and Holly looked at one another and then to me when the phone rang again. Karen was about to lunge for it, but I grabbed her by the arm. I calmly reached down and picked up the receiver, but instead of speaking, I depressed the disconnect button, ending the call. Before Miguel would have a chance to call back, I released the disconnect and quickly dialed the number of the motel. A nervous Melanie answered, not expecting a call so soon. I told her what was happening and that I was going to keep the phone disconnected and that I would call her when I get a chance. I could hear the emotion and fear welling up in her words as she acknowledged my decision. I waited for her to get Audrey over to the phone as well so we could exchange 'I love yous' and 'goodbyes' again, on the remote chance it might be our last time.

No sooner had I ended the call and laid the receiver on the end table, that I was fallen into by Karen and Holly. As I held them I told them both that things might pop off sooner than expected and that I thought it best we move Karen's mattress into the corner of the living room and they sleep there tonight. I had to shift the recliner, an end table and a small bookcase to make room, but at least they'd be out of the way in the middle of the night and clear of any windows. Holly quickly went to her room to finish getting ready for bed, but neither girl was really up for sleep, not that I could blame them.

When asked, Karen said she had a bunch of candles in the storage closet. I got them out and turned off all the lights in the house. From now on, I decided the lights were going to remain off at night and we could only have one candle in a given room. My reasoning for that had to do with the windows. Sure, we covered them up pretty well, but there would still be light leaking through the gaps. The light from a single candle wouldn't be enough to detect which room was occupied from the outside unless someone were standing right outside the window. The pistol Karen bought was a revolver and would require a manual reload of each round when empty. I went to the bathroom to change into a pair of cargo pants so I'd have the extra pockets to carry the remaining ammunition from the box. Plus, I also wanted some measure of leg protection should things turn into a physical altercation.

With everything set, I sat down on the sofa, the pistol on the seat next to me. Even in the dark, I could feel the eyes of Karen and Holly on me. Looking back, it was a good thing I overslept as it looked like I was about to pull an all-nighter. I guess Karen and Holly felt safe enough because they were both asleep within an hour. As my eyes strained to penetrate the veil of darkness in the living room, I thought I could make out the lumps of the two women curled against one another. The soft rhythmic sounds of their breath beckoned me back to my nights with my women when I'd lie there in bed listening to their contented breathing. I may have had my misgivings about coming here before, but now, I was right where I needed to be... Right where I wanted to be.

I was exhausted as the sky slowly turned from black to dark blue, the earliest signs that dawn was approaching. I nearly fell asleep a few times during the night so I spent most of it pacing the house and checking out windows. It was 5 am when I heard the buzz from Karen's alarm clock in her bedroom. In all the excitement from the previous night, we forgot to bring her clock into the living room. Even though I was here to protect them from harm, Karen still had a job to do and so I needed to wake her up.

Karen was still spooning her daughter when I came over to wake her up. Not wanting to wake Holly, I carefully moved up the mattress behind Karen to whisper into her ear and gently shake her awake. In the dim gloom of the early morning light, Karen and I shared an interesting gaze for more than a few seconds when she rolled onto her back after being awakened. By her sleepy eyes and heaving chest, she was beckoning me to join her in the warmth and comfort beneath the covers. Ever focused on the task at hand, I resisted the urge to bring my body to hers and explore an unknown, but tantilizing path. Karen responded with a slow blink and a sigh, acknowledging this was not the time or place and allowed me to help her up.

"Were you up all night?" She whispered.

I nodded as a long yawn escaped me.

"Poor thing." She placed her hand on my cheek. "We should be fine. Why don't you get some sleep?"

"Yeah, I think I will." I agreed, turning to go collapse on the sofa.

The last thing I remember was Karen laying a blanket across my back and bending over to kiss my cheek.

*****

I was awaken a couple hours later by a terrified Holly screaming at me and shaking me violently to wake up. It turns out that Miguel was waiting for Karen at her law office when she arrived. Karen was too traumatized and in shock to be as hysterical as her daughter, but she quickly fell into my arms like a frightened child hoping I would shield her from a nightmare. After about twenty minutes of calming the two down, I was able to get Karen to recall her story.

Karen's office was in a small strip mall in a business district. She always arrived before any of the other businesses opened or her small two person staff, which meant she was alone when Miguel jumped her. He attacked her as she was getting out of her car, forcing her back in face down and dropping down on top of her. She tried to fight, but quickly gave up when he reached around and put a knife to her throat. Karen recalled how Miguel reached up her skirt with his free hand and pulled her panties down to her knees. Once they were out of the way, he shoved two fingers into her pussy and his thumb up her ass and began pumping into her, telling her that this was just a taste of what was to come if she ever got in the way again. Then he pulled off of her, but not before cutting her panties from her with his knife, taking them with him as a trophy of their encounter.

"And you came home right after?" I asked.

Karen nodded.

"We need to call the police!" Holly demanded.

"No, the most they'll do is take a statement." Karen told her.

"Mom, he tried to rape you!" She protested.

"She's right, Holly. They'll probably open a file on him, but they are not going to dedicate any uniforms to go get the guy. Then there's the lack of evidence." I told her, supported by Karen's nods.

"So what are we going to do when he tries it again?" She asked.

"We're going to play to his vanity." I told her.

"What?" Holly wondered?

Holly was right to wonder when and what he'd try next time. This guy wasn't going to stop until he'd been busted or one or both of them lay dead. I knew it was time to step things up to the next level and seize the one advantage we had going for us. The fact he didn't know I was here afforded us the initiative, provided we moved quickly. I began laying out a plan for the two women. It involved Karen calling Miguel and inviting him over, but she had to be convincing. She needed to appear both scared and defeated and while she had the scared part down, she was too angry to sell the defeated part of the equation. Neither woman liked the idea of inviting Miguel over, but they trusted my leadership and worked with me despite not knowing every facet of the plan. I coached Holly and Karen for a bit on how to speak to Miguel and when I felt she was ready to deal with him, I had her call.

Miguel was more than a bit surprised when he discovered it was Karen calling him and not Holly. He immediately started belittling and threatening her, but with me right there with her, she held fast. Once he was done with his tirade, he asked why she was calling him and Karen began her part in this. She told him that she wanted him to leave them alone and asked what would it take for him to do so. As I hoped he would, he asked what Karen had in mind, which led her to the next part of the plan. Karen offered both herself and Holly for one night if he promised to leave them alone after that. I could hear Miguel nearly shitting himself by Karen's proposition. I'm sure he had every intention of taking both women anyway, but to hear a mother offer herself and her daughter instead of just taking them was much more appealing.

Miguel asked what the catch was, suspicious of this complete turnaround in her attitude, but Karen was ready for that. She explained that there were some conditions. The first was; that he use condoms, as neither wanted to become pregnant. Second; that it only be him, as they did not want to be shared with his friends. She said that if he would honor those requests, he was free to have both of them for an entire night and they'd do whatever he desired. As expected, he got greedy and demanded two nights, considering there were two of them. Karen agreed, but had an additional stipulation as a result; that no one know about this. She was still a lawyer and had a reputation to protect and if anyone knew about it, this deal and any future ones were off.

Miguel asked her what she meant by 'any future deals' and Karen appealed to his masculinity, saying that if he was a good boy and followed the rules, there might be an additional night in his future. Still skeptical, Miguel asked why she was all of a sudden so willing to do this. Karen, showing why she was one of the leading associates at her former firm had that covered. She told him that she despised him and wanted to watch him die, BUT she knew that was unlikely to happen before things got out of hand between the three of them. She became very cold and professional when she told him that she simply wanted him out of their lives forever and that this was probably the best way that was going to happen. Furthermore, she reasoned with him that he'd likely grow bored with Holly and want someone younger, fresher and naive sooner, rather than later.

With her use of pragmatism and sexuality, she quickly won Miguel over and he was eating out of her hand. They made plans for him to show up later that evening, but before he let her go, he wanted to hear from Holly to verify that this was not some sort of set up. Holly, who'd been listening quietly on the other line spoke up, telling Miguel that this was on the level. As inappropriate as it was, given the situation, I smiled as it sounded like Miguel was nearly having an orgasm at the prospect of fucking a mother and daughter at the same time. He agreed to the demands, but not before more verbal humilation about what he was going to do to them and make them do to each other later. Both girls fell into my arms when the call was over, still uncertain what I had planned for later.

"You're not going to make us sleep with him are you, David?" Holly asked.

"No, we're not going to have to do that. David has it all under control." Karen told her daughter, but looking up at me with doubtful eyes.

"You're going to be fine." I told them. "You both did an amazing job. I'll handle things from here."

They buried their faces into me and we held one another for a while.

*****

It was after 11 pm when Miguel's El Camino came rumbling down the street, stopping in front of the house. We'd pulled all the blankets down from the windows and returned the furniture to avoid spooking Miguel and he was surprisingly descrete getting out of his car and coming up to the door. From where I was, I didn't know what was going on, but I soon heard the doorbell ring and the front door open and close. Karen and Holly had made themselves up and dressed in her mother's lingere, but it was only Karen in the living room, as I'd told Holly to wait in her mother's bedroom.

I could hear Miguel and Karen speaking, but I couldn't make out what was being said, however nothing seemed to be out of place. It sounded like she was trying to lead him back to her bedroom, but Miguel wanted start things off there with her first. She complained about the windows and lack of privacy, but Miguel wasn't interested. I was worried this might happen so it was time to resort to Plan B. I motioned to Holly to leave the room and help her mother convince Miguel to come back to the bedroom.

The two of them had to work together in seducing Miguel enough to distract him as they led him down the hallway. A few minutes later, the three of them barged through the bedroom door wrapped up in one another, Miguel passing kisses between the two of them.

The rat was in the trap.

I stepped out from behind the door, throwing my arms around Miguel and without a second thought, snapped his neck. The two women screamed, falling away from me as I held Miguel's limp body in my arms. I continued to crush and twist his neck until he was dead.

I had just killed a man and I felt nothing. In fact, I felt no different than anyone who steps on an ant, just because they could. Karen and Holly cowered in the corner together as I dragged the corpse from the bedroom to the kitchen. I rifled through Miguel's pockets, removing his personal effects, before grabbing one of the tattered blankets used to cover a window and wrapped him up in it. It was time to put Phase II of the plan into effect. I went to the phone and called the motel room and told Melanie to meet me at a rest stop we hit about eighty miles out of town when we first left New Mexico together.

One nice thing about having loyal and devoted women is they don't question when given strange orders. Audrey and Mel were not privvy to as much of the plan, but I did call them and told them to stand by tonight ready to drive and confirmed with Melanie that she remembered the rest stop. With that out of the way, I went down to the bedroom where Karen and Holly were still in shock. I approached slowly, not sure how they would react to me given I'd just murdered someone in front of them, but was pleasantly surprised when they both rushed into my arms.

"He was a rabid dog that needed putting down. I hope you understand." I said, firmly.

"I know, David." Karen responded. "But what are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to make this whole thing disappear." I told her.

I kissed the tops of both their heads and let them go. I turned off the outside lights and went out the back of the house to Karen's storage shed and retrieved a shovel. I took the shovel out to the car and put it in the bed before heading back around to get Miguel's body. The problem with El Camino's is most of them do not have back seats. There is a small space behind the front seats and while Miguel was a small man, about 5' 8" and 150 lbs, he was still too big to fit back there. El Camino's do not have trunks either, instead the back half of the vehicle is like a pickup truck, meaning that Miguel was going to have to ride up front with me, which is why I wanted to do this at night.

I put Miguel in the passenger seat and uncovered his body enough to make it look like he was just sleeping. After buckling him in, I slipped around to the other side and fired up the car and calmly pulled away. Given it was late on a weeknight, I was pretty sure no one would pay any attention provided I drove like everything was normal.

I made sure to steer well clear of gang territory on my way out of town, as I was pretty sure someone, either friendly or in a rival gang, would recognize his car. I took backroads around the outside of the city until I could get on the interstate leading to the rest stop. It was going to be a long drive, but his car wasn't overtly detailed or flashy so I was pretty sure it wouldn't draw the attention of nosy police looking to make a profile stop.

I pulled into the rest stop about an hour and a half later and stopped alongside Mel who was driving my car. I didn't get out, but instead motioned her to follow me and we were immediately back on the road. We drove for another couple hours down dirt backroads until we were well into the isolated desert before we stopped.

Mel was understandably distraught when she saw me pull the body from the car, but I didn't have time to explain things to her. I had to get the body in the dirt and lose the car before dawn. I took the shovel and walked out to a small dip in the ground that was hidden by a natural ridge in the ground. Even though we were in the middle of nowhere on some podunk road, I didn't want this body found any time soon and the small ridge would hide the shallow grave from any wouldbe passerby. I was grateful toward my work ethic when it came to fitness as I needed to move a lot of dirt in a short period of time. I didn't need a typical six foot grave, but I did need to get a few feet into the ground so the local scavengers wouldn't dig him up before he had a chance to decompose.

With the hole dug, I unwrapped the body and dropped it in. Putting the dirt back was much easier, but I was smoked nonetheless by the time I was finished. I took the blanket and shovel back over to my car and put them in the trunk and retrieved my gas can to put into Miguel's car. As I dug, I did my best to explain to Mel why I did what I did. I told her that there were only two ways this was going to end with guys like Miguel. Either he would harm Karen and/or her daughter and maybe do some jail time or he'd kill them and get away with it. She seemed to understand and I think her biggest concern was how it affected me. I told her I was fine with it, better than fine, actually, like I had accomplished something that made the world a slightly better place. I knew what I did was wrong, according to society, but so much of our lives was wrong in that regard. I was called upon to solve a problem and solve it, I did.

Sticking to backroads, we drove for another couple hours until I found a nice rock outcropping. I had to do some offroad driving, but that wasn't much different from the backroads we'd been on anyway and at this point, I didn't care if I damaged the El Camino. Pulling in beind some rocks, I shut off the car and grabbed the gas can and a rag. Using the rag, I poured some gas onto it and began wiping down all the surfaces I'd touched, inside and out. The authorities would eventually find the car, but all I was concerned with was making sure my prints couldn't be lifted from it. I thought about setting fire to it, but I didn't want to risk the smoke attracting any attention. With the task complete, I walked my weary ass back to my car and put the can back in the trunk and wrapped the rag up in the blanket to keep the smell down. All that was left now was for Mel to drive me back to Karen's. I'd had about eight hours total sleep in the last seventy-two and I was done in. As much as I wanted to talk with Mel, I needed sleep more. I let the seat back and was out minutes later.

*****

It was nearly nine in the morning when Mel pulled up in front of Karen's house. I was pretty sure Karen and Holly were safe now that Miguel had been taken care of, but I wanted Mel and Audrey to stay at the motel for at least another day until I was sure the coast was clear. She understood and we shared a kiss before I climbed out of the car and walked back to the house. I had told Mel not to worry about the stuff in the trunk as I'd take care of that later. Karen and Holly met me at the door when I entered the home. The both cl