Pixie
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Chapter 33: Something Happens
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33: Something Happens - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
With the Pixie back from a success and highly sexual business trip to Europe, activities in the home became normal again – well almost.
Mel and Katie decided to get ‘real’ office space. They were selling enough Design Software packages a month to justify the space for the accumulation of staff they had. They moved out of the house, mostly. The ‘staff’, such as it was, consisted of three system developers/programmers, a man devoted to customer service – mostly incoming phone calls from users trying to figure out a problem of some kind, and two staff working on marketing and sales, including Brent.
The website for the business had been improved and sold downloadable copies of the software. Updates were also available, as well as videos to improve the user experience. More got added every day, and the stats also showed increasing purchases and interest from European countries.
Winter arrived and with it snow and ice that slowed down everything it seemed. We had a great holiday with my parents coming to the house to join in our celebration. Surprisingly, we also had Katie’s mother and Tracy’s parents visit at the same time. We had quite a crowd on Christmas day.
Katie’s mom knew of our ‘arrangement’ – her daughter living with a married couple and having the status of ‘wife’ to both of them. She had already approved, particularly when Mel and I rescued Katie from a huge depression pit she’d dug for herself. They’d known Mel for years and approved of the threesome or then our polyamorous family as it grew.
Tracy’s parents were another story. Their twenty-one-year-old daughter had informed them of her living and loving arrangements shortly before Thanksgiving. We’d had a long series of rehearsals with her about how her announcement would be received and tried to anticipate the extremes as well as shades in the middle. The initial reaction, as she’d expected, had been strongly disapproving without becoming extreme.
I’d been a fan of my psychology courses in college when I’d discovered transactional analysis. To simplify, people interact with each other either as a parent, a child, or an adult. The best interaction is adult-adult, and we taught Tracy how to stay in her adult role, and not let her ‘parents’ force her into a ‘child’ role or response. The training proved to be on target. Tracy kept her own counsel, and in a mature way invited her parents to be part of ‘her family’s’ Christmas celebration. Reluctantly, they agreed.
Tracy’s parents were Jack and Sylvia. I forced the use of first names to keep things more on the casual side. Jack was a shipping manager for U.S. Steel, and Sylvia was the AA to the president of Rockwell Automation. They were both in their mid-forties, so slightly younger that either Katie’s or my parents. They also seemed rigid in their beliefs and their moral code did not have a slot that allowed for a polyamorous relationship.
The first hour or so Jack and Sylvia were in the house were awkward, more for them than the rest of us. We were preparing a Christmas Eve buffet and their gloom and doom dampened everyone’s enthusiasm slightly. ‘Slightly’ because the rest of us were in great spirits and Ashley and Cat were hyped up on sugar highs from too many Christmas cookies and sweets.
Our home was spectacularly decorated for the season and we had a giant tree in one corner of the living room with enough lights to aid in landing planes at the local airport. There was holly, boughs from conifers, mistletoe, and lights everywhere else too, and the whole house smelled of balsam.
Katie, Mel, Tracy, and I were demonstrably affectionate without going over the top. We often gave one another a comforting touch or squeeze, occasionally a short kiss, and were highly accommodating and helpful to each other. I plied all our guests with drinks.
Fortunately, none of them were staying overnight with us. Each couple had taken rooms at the nearby motel. I think that Tracy’s parents had hopes that we weren’t intimate, but that wish went unfulfilled when they saw that we’d created an extra wide bed that could hold all four of us by tying a twin bed to the king bed, and then making super-wide sheets and blankets for us. Our guest rooms were either an office or obviously storage areas for our other things.
I heard Sylvia corner Katie’s mother and ask in a negative tone whether she ‘really’ approved of the way we were living. She got a blast of happiness and grateful thanks about our arrangement and how we’d rescued her daughter from a black hole that set her back, and back even further when she talked about potential grandchildren.
Sylvia stuttered, “But she’s not married.”
“She certainly is!” Katie’s mom said. “So is Tracy. Those four people are move devoted to each other than any couple you could find. Moreover, we’d all move heaven and earth to help them stay together.”
I guess that told her something.
Jack asked my father whether he approved. My dad gave him a dose of delight about our relationships too. “I love having multiple daughters-in-law, and of course the grandchildren. They’re all so nice and fun to be with. They positively sparkle with joy around each other. I’ve never met a better adjusted bunch of people.”
Jack pushed the issue and dad shut him down.
Once we were all seated in the living room and munching on our food, Katie came and stood beside me. She said in a voice that got everyone’s attention, “I have a brief announcement to make. As of a week ago, I am officially pregnant, and expected to deliver on or about the first of August. Just so you all know.”
I already knew but tried to act surprised as part of the show. Mel and Tracy led everyone in applause and cheering. My dad rubbed his hands together and said, “Oh, boy, more grandchildren to spoil.”
Mel then was explaining to Ashley and Catrice that they’d have a little brother or sister before the end of next summer. That concept seemed a little strange to them. Katie’s mother was swooning and hugging her daughter with delight over the news. The room buzzed happily with the news that our family would be expanding.
Despite continuing to grumble, Jack and Sylvia hung in all evening with us and left when the others did about nine-thirty after helping to clean up. Sylvia went with Tracy to help bed down our children. I thought that was a good thing, because both girls truly loved Tracy and thought of her as another mother.
When they came back downstairs, I noted the Sylvia had glassy eyes. Apparently, the story time and prayers had gotten to her.
Everyone was back at the house at eight-thirty the next morning. The children had been allowed to open one ‘special’ gift from Santa before breakfast. Somehow, overnight, all that empty space around the tree had filled up with boxes and toys that ‘someone’ mysteriously left at our house.
With Mel’s and my help and urging, Tracy was able to give her parents a special present. They’d been partly supporting her college education; the rest coming from scholarships and Tracy working. They still faced expenses for her last semester and then any graduate school she went to.
I took that over. Katie told her parents that she was economically secure and no longer needed their financial support. I was with her when they were told. Jack looked stunned and shocked. He looked at me in disbelief that I would do that for his ‘unmarried’ daughter. Although it was only one semester, it was as though my family had just gifted him around $15,000, what with the cost of college and living expenses at OSU. Further, Tracy told them she was going on to grad school but that we had it covered.
There was even more going on that only a few people knew. Tracy had gotten increasingly into the design software that Mel and Katie had created, developed, enhanced, and were now hawking throughout the world. She could use artificial intelligence to give the software an even larger leap, and they were all working on a new version of the software that started to add in those capabilities. Katie and Mel gave Tracy stock in the company.
Tracy had already talked to some of her professors at OSU about using her work on the design software as the basis for her master’s thesis and possibly her doctoral dissertation. They were enthusiastic about the idea.
Of course, the kids cleaned up at Christmas. Everyone bought too many toys for them, and they were spoiled rotten by the end of the day. There had been some jewelry for my wives and some ‘safe’ clothing. I did have some X-rated presents, but they’d remain hidden away for another time.
Over the weeks leading up to Christmas and then for a couple of months after, I had the feeling that Mel was ‘contained’. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I expected that the Pixie was going to need a breakout moment in the near future. I kept my eyes and ears open to see if I could anticipate what that might be.
We had a surprise visitor at the end of January. Jane Masters, the woman that Mel had shared sex experiences with at the nightclub in London, made contact with Mel. She was coming to the U.S. for ‘business’ and wanted to see her new friend and her family. Katie, Tracy, and I laughed, and said, “Bring it on.”