Chapter 50: Nancy

Brad, Sandy, and Stacy stood just outside airport security and watched as the passengers arriving at the city airport flowed from the planes to the main concourse, and then headed for the escalators to go and get their luggage. It was Friday evening.

Brad kept looking at the photograph of his daughter, and then looking up a scanning the crowd, looking way down into the secure area as deplaning passengers streamed towards him.

Suddenly, there she was. A brunette with long hair tied back in a ponytail, and a large shoulder bag. She was running with tears streaming down her face. She’d seen them and waved.

She burst through the security gate and into Brad’s arms. They both sobbed into each other’s shoulders as they hugged one another and tried to say the words of love and care that they’d missed saying to one another for eighteen years.

Sandy and Stacy were crying too. After a couple of minutes Brad and Nancy peeled apart. He introduced her to his wife and to Stacy, who they’d brought because she was the youngest in The Circle, and they though Nancy might find it comfortable having someone near her age as part of the greeting party.

Nancy hugged each of them, still sobbing wildly. Of course, the stream of arriving passengers stared and wondered just what was precipitating the tears and the obvious joy among the four of them.

Eventually, they got their wits, and headed downstairs to collect Nancy’s bag.

Brad soon hoisted the bag into the back of the car, and they were on their way to the house.

Walking in the door, Nancy was greeted by a huge banner stretching between two of the posts holding up the upstairs balcony. The sign said, ‘WELCOME NANCY. WE LOVE YOU.’ Nancy burst into tears and threw herself into her father’s arms again.

Nancy eventually choked out, “I’m not really this emotional, but I’ve been so on edge since I discovered my father. I haven’t slept much since we talked on Monday night. Oh, I am so excited and so worried and so everything! I ... I’ll tell you more ... when I get under control.”

One by one, Brad brought Nancy to each person in The Circle. Each person gave her a hug and a polite kiss on a cheek. Nancy had said in the car that she had watched some of the TV shows, but couldn’t remember everyone’s names or what they did. To help Nancy, each person wore a small nametag that started, ‘Hello, my name is... ‘

Nancy sat between Brad and Sandy at dinner, and tried to both contribute something about her life, as well as soak up the culture of The Circle and the individual members.

Brad and Sandy had asked her on a subsequent phone call to arrange her travel, whether Nancy wanted to come to The Circle’s house, or to their own home, which would be much less hectic. Nancy instantly voted for The Circle. “That’s the most important part of who you are, and I want it be mine too.”

Near the end of dinner, Zoey stood and dimmed the lights. Neil, the house cook suddenly appeared in the doorway holding a large sheet cake aflame with candles. Everyone started to sing Happy Birthday to Nancy. She looked pleased but puzzled.

Neil put the cake down in front of her. He said with a laugh and pointed at the cake, “Blow!”

Nancy blew out all the candles out and then protested but with a large grin, “My birthday isn’t until January.”

Zoey stood nearby and explained, “Brad was miffed that he’d missed eighteen of your birthdays, so we decided to make up for at least the last one, so Happy Birthday a little on the late side. We promise we won’t miss the next one.”

Tears again came to Nancy’s eyes. “You all are so nice. I’m being blown away here. This is all so emotional for me. This is too Hollywood – discovering your father after all this time.”

Stacy sat across from Nancy. “Enough with the tears, already. Cut the cake. We’ve smelled this thing baking in the afternoon, watched it get iced, and can’t wait any longer – plus I love chocolate. Pleeeeaaassseee.” The humor took the edge off, so Nancy started to serve, giving Zoey the first piece – a corner of the cake with lots of icing.

After dinner, a half dozen or so of the intentional family went into the living room including Brad, Sandy, and Nancy. There were some asides between the two women, and then Nancy nudged her father to the large armchair. “Sit, please.”

Brad sank into the chair, but was puzzled by their actions, at least until Nancy sat in his lap. She said, “I have been missing fatherly hugs for my entire life, so I have to make up this deficiency. Hold me and hug me.”

Nancy squirmed around a little to get comfortable, and then as Brad put his arms around her, she put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Those around talked, but Brad just enjoyed the sensation of holding his daughter – his new daughter – in his arms. She was beautiful in every way you could imagine. She also looked like her mother a bit; enough so that a million memories of the year they went together came flooding back.

As they talked, Brad eventually realized that Nancy had fallen asleep. She said she was exhausted and hadn’t slept most of the week, and now it all seemed to catch up with her.

Sandy looked at the pair with a most maternal look. She said, “You two look so cute together.”

Brad asked, “Are you jealous?” He was stroking Nancy’s hair, but she was totally relaxed in his lap, and obviously out of it.

Sandy said, “No. I sort of know where this’ll end up, and it doesn’t worry me. You love Stacy too, and that’s worked well. Now you can love your daughter.”

“She’s four or five years younger than Stacy.”

Sandy waved her hand and went, “Pfffft.”

Brad protested further, “That’d be incest.”

Sandy laughed. “You’re talking to the wrong audience. If you want judgments about that, go somewhere else. Look around you: Jim and Tracy, Matt and Ellie, Matt and Amy – although she’s not around, Kyle and Lynn, Monica and Don, and ... oh, I’m sure there a few others in this mix.” She waved her hand around some more to indicate the entire house. She added, “You have my blessing, but I’d like to make love to her too. She’s scrumptious.”

Nancy woke with a start. “Where am I?”

She was in a large bed, and had been sleeping between two other adults. The situation was clearly non-threatening. She allowed the events of the past week to flood into her head: establishing contact with her father, arranging to see him, flying, meeting him for the first time – and his wife, and his huge intention family.

She looked. The woman beside her was Sandy – her father’s wife. They were one of the few married couples in The Circle.

The man beside her was her father – Brad Ross. He was so handsome and manly. She’d fall in love with him even if he wasn’t her father, but her heart flooded with oxytocin and love for him, for Sandy, for everyone in the house.

The next realization she had was she was nude. “Oh, my God. What happened to my clothes? Did I do anything I don’t remember? What a silly question.”

As she studied her situation, and the contact she had the Brad and Sandy, she realized that they were also nude.

Nancy giggled and smiled. Oh, my God. I am naked and in bed with my father and his wife – my step-mom. This is so sexual and erotic. She could feel her pussy getting wet and flushed with arousal.

Nancy lay there allowing the feeling of joy and arousal to permeate her whole being. She felt joy about her father – he was such a nice person, even better than how he appeared on television. He was obviously as happy to see her as she was to see him; a point not lost on Nancy.

She felt joy about the others in his intentional family. They’d been so nice to her, and made her feel so welcome. They’d all sang to her too, but in the silliness of a birthday celebration months away from her actual birthday, she knew she was loved.

There was so much to learn about Brad, and then Sandy, and all the others. Nancy also wanted to meet her half-brother and half-sister too. They were teenagers only a few years younger than she. Brad had said that later today, plus she’d meet her grandparents – real live grandparents; the kind you go and visit on Thanksgiving, and who bake cookies with you.

Tears started to roll down Nancy’s face. While she felt the joy, she realized the loss of her mother and of the relationships kept from her.

Suddenly, she felt Brad’s arm come around her body. He pulled her to his body, so he was spooned against her back.

He whispered, “It’s OK little one. You have a home now. You have a parent, a step-mom who already adores you, and siblings and grandparents. Forget about the lost years. We’ve found each other. Be thankful for that.”

Brad kissed near her ear and down her neck. My God he was sexy.

Nancy realized she could feel his penis against her butt. He was partially hard too. Just the thought of him and his condition made her flush with excitement, and made her slit get so wet she thought she’d drip onto the bed. That’d be embarrassing because everyone would know what caused it – her arousal and excitement.

Oh, God, Nancy thought to herself, he’s cupping one of my breasts and teasing my nipple. Oh, this feels so nice.

She whispered, “My breasts are small.”

Brad kissed her shoulder, “They’re perfect in every way. You’re perfect in every way.” After a paused he added, “Have I told you today that I love you.”

Nancy squirmed against his body in response. She turned her head slightly and kissed his arm where it wrapped around her.

A moment later, Nancy got kissed on her lips and her eyes shot open. It was Sandy. They looked at each other. Sandy was smiling at her, and just exuding love.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. I love you. I’m so glad you found us, and that you’re here. You can stay as long as you like – forever if you want.”

Sandy again leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Nancy tentatively kissed back, realizing that the kiss was far more than a simple kiss. As she did, she realized she had some additional wetness between her legs.

Nancy tentatively moved one hand until she could touch Sandy. Sandy took the hand and put it on one of her breasts. Both women found pleasure in the contact, and they kissed some more.

Nancy said, “Are you two going to make love to me – sexually?”

Brad said, “Only if that’s what you want. We know that’s a big step, particularly after you’ve just met us face to face. It’s also incestuous, but we don’t care unless you do.”

Nancy twisted around so she could kiss Brad. She said, “Care? I’ll care more if you don’t. I need to get as close to you as I can, and I can’t imagine a better way.” As she talked she maneuvered her left hand until she could grasp Brad’s rapidly hardening cock.