Many thanks to everyone who has been writing and commenting. We just got through the Thanksgiving holiday in the U.S., so I was able to get the final chapter of "On Loan" ready for publication.
I have been enjoying the response to the news that Stephanie is a McAllister. Love it or hate it, you all had your opinions and didn't hesitate to let me know. I hope that the wrinkle in the plot enhances your enjoyment of the story without ruining it for you.
The other challenge was deciding which McAllister would be Stephanie's first adventure. I had one all picked out, but when the time came, it didn't feel right. So, I changed horses mid-journey and went another way. I'll be curious as to which one you like the choice I wound up making and what you think of their encounter. I wrote it with a great deal of loving care.
The next story, you'll be delighted or disappointed to hear, has nothing to do with the McAllister family. It's a one-off short story and I can't wait to share it with you. After that, I'm going to tackle the rest of the "Best Friends" story. I get email almost daily from people asking me to wrap that one up. Just when I thought you all hated it!
Many thanks to my friend Kat for her editing assistance. Any mistakes are mine.
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The last thing on George McAllister's mind now was his daughter, Stephanie. He had his face buried between the thighs of his delectable cousin, Margo McAllister Dusseau. A noted sculptor, Margo had been his lover since she turned eighteen. He had been so elated when he received her picture in the mail, indicating that she had joined the body McAllister. Their family had a long tradition of incest. He had a couple of experiences, but Margo was the one he wanted. He wrote to her immediately, and within days, she was in his bed. He had been her first and it had been so perfect for them both.
Thirty-five years later, George had never tired of his cousin's body. He knew without being told that she was the love of his life. He supposed he had gone far beyond what he was supposed to feel for Margo according to the family traditions. Screw the traditions, that had been his attitude. He fell in love with his cousin, and he had never wavered in his devotion.
Margo's back arched, her sign that she was about to cum. He loved her taste. His tongue flickered across the tender nub of her clit, as his fingers fucked her sweet fuck hole. He bent one of those fingers forward, as his lips closed on her aching bud. As expected, Margo came on his face, her juices squirting out. She responded to his touch, gave him what they both craved, her complete and total release. As her spasms subsided, he kissed his way up her body. He lavished love on the faint stretch marks left by her children, past her delectable nipples, and up to her sweet face. He let her taste the juice on his tongue and loved that she moaned. She was so dirty, but then again, so was he. They were well matched. They always had been.
George had been devastated when Margo had met and fell in love with her husband, physician Pierre Dusseau. He never spoke of it with Margo. He accepted that they weren't going down the road less traveled. There were states where cousins marrying was accepted, but it would mean leaving the body McAllister and probably their families as well. He was startled when Pierre never joined the body McAllister himself. He didn't pry, but he wondered if Margo had told him at all. He supposed it didn't matter. Within weeks of returning from her honeymoon, he was back between his cousin's soft thighs. He couldn't bring himself to care about anything else.
Rolling a condom over his erection, George aimed at Margo's juicy cunt and entered her. They both gasped. Margo was looking into his eyes as he started to thrust. He loved that. Her hazel eyes were like a kaleidoscope, never the same color twice. He always wore a condom with Margo, they kept to the family tradition as long as Margo was still even remotely fertile. Once that was no longer an issue, they could dispense with the latex. George was eager to feel her wet, moist cunt gripping his bare cock for the first time.
He had not been lucky in his own marriage. Marjorie DeWitt had been dazzling and he supposed himself to be in love with her. In reality, she never took up residence in his heart. Believing Margo when she told him she could love both her husband and himself in equal measure, George knew this hadn't happened for him in the same way. Marjorie had reacted in revulsion when he told her about the body McAllister shortly before the wedding. She refused to join, but to his surprise, she didn't cancel the wedding. He made it clear to her that he wouldn't be faithful to her, something she said she accepted. Had she kept her word? Perhaps, the letter of it, but not the spirt. Marjorie had grown increasingly bitter with age. She knew when she slept alone, her husband was with another woman. She accepted it, as she did nothing to stop it. However, once their two children were born, she withdrew from him sexually. He barely noticed.
Margo's pussy was slick, her juices flowing as he pounded it. George was rougher today than he usually was with her. He had recently become a grandfather for the first time, and it was as if he needed to prove to them both that he was the most virile grandfather alive. Gripping her ass tightly, he knew he was probably leaving marks for Pierre to find. He really didn't give a fuck. He drew her erect nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth. She was close to her peak and George knew it. He knew everything about his cousin's body and loved her even more for it.
Marjorie had given him two wonderful kids, so he couldn't really regret his decision to marry her. His marriage had been a massive disappointment in every other way. His son, Scott, was a thirty-year-old attorney. He had joined the body McAllister with relish once he found out about it. His mother knew and was disgusted. She poured her energy into Stephanie instead. While Stephanie had not been bothered by the knowledge of the family tradition, she had already been dating her future husband and showed no interest in it. Marjorie took that as a victory and never let George forget it.
His mind was not on any of these family dramas. The only family he was thinking about at the moment was Margo. She was never far from his thoughts. There were times he wished he had fought harder for her back when it might have made a difference. But had they taken that "road less traveled," Scott and Stephanie never would have been born. George still had this small bit of Margo to call his own. He did everything he could to make sure it was enough for both.
His cousin let out a primal whimper as she came on his dick. His eyes rolled back in his head and his toes curled as she gripped him tightly. He pounded her even harder, barely breathing as he gave her everything he had. George had always been proud of his thick, eight-inch dick. The penis gods had been kind and he loved the way that Margo relished his length and girth. His balls started to tighten, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Cum with me, Margo love. Give me one more," he murmured in her ear. Margo smiled sexily, then her body joined his in cumming, their cries filling the hotel room. He slammed into her body, just a few more strokes as his cum filled the condom. Her lips found his and they kissed hungrily. He finally collapsed on top of her lithe body, dying a little as he always did.
Margo Dusseau held her cousin and lover. He had been her first and she had been his ever since. She was deeply in love with her husband, as well. She never questioned the incongruity of her situation. Margo loved both of her children equally, so it made sense she could love both men. A true McAllister, it hadn't really shocked her to learn of the family way of celebrating sexual coupling with family members. She supposed deep down she had always known of it. George had been the first, but he hadn't been her only familial lover. A sensual woman, Margo loved being taken by the men of her family. She had given Pierre her word that she would restrict herself to the men of the body McAllister, but even he had no idea how many of them she had in her quiver.
