Chapter 4

I smiled and reached out to her, chuckling as I drew her into my arms, kissing her deeply. “You finally have a Daddy that loves you,” I told her and held her close. “No one’s gonna stop you from being Daddy’s little slut,” I promised. “You have a dirty Daddy,” I said playfully, making her giggle.

She looked down at my cock which was still in Lisa’s hand as she watched us hug with a smile on her face. “Your cock looks so big, Daddy,” she said, relishing her new name for me. “Are they all that big?”

“No, Baby,” I told her, playing the game. “Ryan’s penis isn’t even big enough to be called a cock. I think it’s probably more accurate to call it a ‘wee-wee’.”

Lisa was about to go back to work on my cock when that got her laughing hysterically. “Cryin’ Ryan’s wee-wee!” she blurted, giggling uncontrollably as we joined in.

The three of us finally got ourselves under control and I decided that this was a good time to go somewhere more comfortable. I stepped back from Lisa and stuffed my dick back in my pants with some difficulty, making her pout. I smiled and picked up her sundress, draping it over my arm and tossing her my shirt to wear instead. “Kels, get dressed, Sugar. We’re going inside for the night.”

I turned off the blower and gathered up my empty cans while she wriggled back into her jeans. I snatched up her bra and put it over the dress. I used a shop towel to clean up the worst of the cum and pussy on the bike seat while she pulled on her shirt and the three of us wandered back to the house. I paused to turn off the light, grab the bike key and lock the doors while they took a couple of deep breaths of the warm, spring night air.

“Your place or mine?” Lisa asked, tugging down the t-shirt, nervous at being exposed out here.

I thought about it and pointed to mine. “You hosted last night,” I reminded her. “I’ll call in a pizza order and we’ll have a late dinner while we decide whether we’re done for the night or not.”

We filed in through the mud room, into the kitchen and Lisa objected. “None of us are going to sleep tonight until you fuck my ass,” she declared. “I’ve never done that and I want to be DAMN sure I’m completely fucked front and back before I go to work in the morning.”

I was surprised at how much she clearly wanted this, but I didn’t object. “Alright,” I said with a nod. “First things first, though. Our usual order?”

They both nodded. About every three weeks or so, we’d order from Keno’s, a family owned shop in town. I called and put in our order. We’d get two large pizzas and a cinnamon-roll pizza they offered. It was basically a pan of cinnamon rolls, drizzled with icing. It was their big dessert and it was amazing. I don’t know whether it was running them through the pizza oven or something special in the ingredients, but they were like nothing else I’d ever had.

After that was done, I took the girls upstairs to my room. They’d never been upstairs here since we had a half-bath off the kitchen. I’d reluctantly moved into the Master Bedroom two years ago. Until then, it had remained a shrine to Mom and Pop and there were still traces of them here and there.

The reason I brought them here was the shower. Lisa was going to need to be cleaned out and this was the place to do it. She shucked off my t-shirt and peeled the wet panties off, noting how completely destroyed they were. Despite our best efforts, the cum had seeped through and run down her legs. She shook her head and was about to drop them in the trash when she gave us a wicked look and licked a large gob of cum out of them before dropping them in the wastebasket.

She stepped into the shower and I plucked the attachment we needed from the mount, flipping the valve to run the water to it. “Uh, Jake?” Lisa asked, looking at it uncertainly. “What’s that for?”

I could understand her concern. It looked like a very slender vibrator attached to the shower. I grinned and winked at her. “Trust me,” I said and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature before running the flow to the shower-head. The attachment in my hand started pumping out water from the end. “It’s a douche and enema nozzle,” I told her. “This used to be Mom’s shower, after all.”

She looked at it and nodded in understanding. She took it from me and hosed off the cum she’d smeared on her pussy before inserting the head a little and letting it wash out the cum still inside her. “Bye-bye, Babies,” she said as she washed out her pussy.

“It only takes one,” I told her. “They were sloshed up against your cervix repeatedly for about an hour. If the timing is right, there’s no way that got them all. The race is well underway now.”

She smirked and I thought she was really happy with the idea of having another child, especially now that Kelsey was so close to leaving the nest. Not that she was going far if they were both going to be my girls. When she was satisfied that she was clean as a whistle, I went to my bedside and got the KY. I lubed up her ass and then stopped the flow so I could lube the nozzle. I had her bend over and then I slowly pushed it into her, making her grunt a little.

“Okay, that was strange,” she admitted and then squealed as I turned on the flow again. Kelsey thought that was hilarious and laughed uncontrollably while her mother squirmed on the end of the nozzle. Once she calmed down, I showed her how to stop the flow and how to switch to the main shower-head when she was ready to clean up after. I told her to just jump out and use the toilet a few times and then back and forth until she was completely empty.

“You sound like you know from personal experience,” she said with a grunt.

I nodded. “One of the pills I was on for my migraines after the crash had constipation as a side effect. After a few days of trying, I gave it a whirl,” I admitted. “It helped more than I would have thought possible. After three, I think you’ll find that you’re pretty much just squirting water.”

We left her alone to handle the most personal part of the process and went downstairs to wait for the pizza. At this hour on Sunday night, they were sometimes dead, sometimes swamped, depending on whether there was a big game on that night. Tonight was a slow night, so our order arrived before Lisa came back down. Kelsey scampered up the stairs to let her know while I answered the door and paid for the order. The delivery guy looked at me strangely for ordering this much food when I was alone, wondering if I was planning on eating it all myself, but he walked away without asking.

I had the boxes on the table and we sat down to eat, Lisa wrapped in my robe. She was sitting gingerly on my right and Kelsey was on my left, both of them trading affectionate looks with me and each other as I brought plates and drinks. I set a beer in front of Kelsey and asked Lisa what wine she was in the mood for.

She thought about it and shrugged. “I’ll have what she’s having, Bartender,” she said with a wry smile. “Beer isn’t so bad when it’s with pizza ... once in a while.”

I chuckled and got beers for both of us and sat down. We chatted about nothing in particular. I told them about talking to Gator about the sidecar and that they were coming down later in the week. “They’ll probably want to meet you both,” I said lightly.

Lisa looked a little uneasy about that. “You want us to meet your parents’ friends?” she asked gently.

“Sure,” I told her. “I told them that I wanted to get the sidecar back on the road because I’m planning on us riding together. They might not have time, but Gator and Martha are good folks. I’m gonna see if I can get them to stick around at least long enough to say hi.”

She nodded. “That’s a little like introducing us to your family,” she pointed out. “They were pretty close to your parents.”

I nodded. “They were. I guess outside of you guys, they’re the closest family I have. Don’t get me wrong. I love my sister, but when I call her or she calls me, there’s something wrong or some news. With Gator and Martha, they were thrilled to hear from me. I feel bad that it took this long for me to get back in touch with them, but I think I’ll keep it up.”

“Why didn’t you?” Kelsey asked, curious. “I mean before.”

I shrugged. “There were a lot of people at Mom and Pop’s funeral,” I said. “I guess I felt like they were just being polite, telling me to keep in touch, so I let them off the hook mostly.”

Lisa nodded, understanding. “You didn’t want to be a burden,” she said, taking a second slice and biting into it.

“Yeah. Besides, Angela never liked the bike scene, so it was kind of awkward having to introduce her to everyone. After that, she didn’t really want them calling the house. I was seventeen and she was the guardian, so...”

“Well, I like the bike,” Kelsey declared. “So does Mom. You don’t have to worry about us getting uncomfortable.”

I nodded. “We’ll see how things go with Gator and Martha. I think they’re gonna love you.”

“You’ve known them a long time, huh?” Lisa asked.

I nodded. “Gator and Martha know all the most embarrassing stories about me,” I told them with a grin, thinking about some of the good times. “I dated their daughter when we were kids. We were Rally-Brats together.”

“And they like you?” Kelsey asked. “Seems like most parents don’t like their daughters’ boyfriends,” she looked at her mother pointedly, but ruined it with a small smile.

“I think I approve of your new one,” Lisa told her with a smile of her own. She looked perfectly relaxed and calm, like all the stress she normally carried had vanished.

“Heh. I’ll let Martha tell you about me and Charlene. She said Charlene has a couple of kids now and settled down with someone.”

“Good for her,” Lisa said. “Is that why you were upset earlier in the garage? Reminiscing about her?”

“No,” I said. “She was part of what I was thinking about, but I was going over a lot of old ground when you flicked on the light, some of it good, some of it bad.”

“I think we want to hear about the old times,” Lisa said, glancing across the table at Kelsey as if to include her in the request. “Especially if we’re going to be riding with you a lot, which it sounds like we are.”

I nodded. “I’d been thinking of the three of us trying to make the big rally in Sturgis, South Dakota in August. It’s one of the big rallies in the country. When you were worried about how young I was, I was thinking you might want to take a look at old Gran in action. Gran’s one of the bikers that make the rally every year. She’s been at Sturgis every year for the rally since 1960. She still chases the boys like she’s twenty and she still manages to catch her share every year.”

Kelsey gaped at that news and Lisa wasn’t much better. “How old IS she?” she asked, almost horrified.

“No one really knows for sure,” I said honestly. “Some say that she’s in her eighties. Others say that she rolled up to the 1960 rally looking the same way she does now, that she’s not a person at all, but the spirit of the open road, like the Gods of old, visiting her temples where the people still believe and the faith is strong.” I smiled in a wistful sort of way. I’d heard that tale when I was four or five the first time. I liked it. The little kid in me hoped it was really true and she was that Goddess walking among the faithful.

“That’s awesome!” Kelsey said. “Like one of those old campfire stories they’d tell at camp.”

“Only this one’s true,” I said, hamming up a little for her. “I’ve known Gran for fifteen years and there were bikers going back thirty years before I got to the rallies that talked about her being old when they were young. She attends the rally every year, asking the young studs to do an old Saddle-Bag a favor and every year, she finds plenty of takers. Bikers are big on tradition and rites of passage. Gran’s one of those. Sometimes the legends say that the year she can’t find a lover at the rally, she’ll fade away, never to be heard from again, returned to her rest until the open road sings to the faithful again.” I could almost hear the crackle of the bonfire from when that tale had passed to me. I smiled, glad to have someone to pass it on to. “Every year, they line up to help Gran out. It’s become an honor among the bikers that cherish the story, like they’re doing their part to keep the spirit alive.”

“That’s a good story,” Lisa said appreciatively. “You should write it down.”

“Naw,” I scoffed. “It’s better to pass stories like that on like this. That way the stories stay alive.”

She nodded and then smiled. “And were you ever asked to do an old Saddle-Bag a favor?” she asked, with elaborate casualness.

I chuckled and nodded. “Gran likes to call me the ‘one that got away’,” I confessed. “Mom would always make sure I was busy somewhere else when Gran was looking for love. Maybe she didn’t approve of Gran chasing me that young or maybe she thought I’d be scarred for life if I saw what was under the leathers. I never made that particular pilgrimage, but a few of the guys I grew up with did. They were all proud of themselves for doing it.”

“Is this Gran’s lucky year?” she asked sweetly.

I thought about that, but shook my head. “I suppose it could happen. I wouldn’t be revolted, but there’s a couple of reasons I don’t think so. First, Mom kept us separated. She had her reasons. I don’t know what they were, but I’d have to think long and hard before crossing them. The other reason is I kind of want you two to keep me too worn out to think about anyone else.”

That got some smiles and Lisa leaned over to kiss me deeply. “What are the dates? I have a few weeks of vacation to play with this summer. I usually take Kelsey down to Florida to see her grandparents, but this sounds like a vacation we need to take.”

I grinned, glad that she was planning around us going. “So you want to go?”

“For the chance to ride that bike all day?” she asked with a laugh. “I’ll call my parents and give them our regrets. Gladly!” she purred and let her eyes roll up in her head briefly at the memory of that rapture.

“Sounds like we might need another bike down the road,” I commented. “The vibrations in the sidecar are still good, but not as intense as the bike itself.”

She nodded. “That would be nice,” she said. “You’ll have to teach me to ride though. I haven’t even been on a bicycle in years.”

I nodded. “We’ll start with getting you used to the balance of the bike,” I said to them both. “I meant it when I said that they’re stable, but it’s not like being in a car. You have to lean into turns a little and things like that. A lot of it’s instinct for me, but it’s not hard. You’ll be able to ride your own bike by the end of summer if you want.”

She nodded. “I think we’ll have a lot more fun with two bikes between us,” she said simply. “Maybe for next summer though. This summer, you can teach us what we need to know.”

“Can I have MY own bike?” Kelsey asked sweetly. “I’m gonna be sixteen in August.”

“We’ll see,” I said carefully. “Get the license and prove you can ride responsibly with me and your mom and we’ll talk about it.”

She’d been asking her mother, but both of their eyes swiveled to look at me when I spoke. “That’s a big decision,” Lisa pointed out, a touch of amusement showing through her poker-face. “Kind of a PARENTAL decision,” she added.

I nodded, not backing down. “It is. That’s why we’re going to talk about it. You wanted me to be more active with being her Daddy and this is one subject I’m comfortable laying out rules for, since I’m the one in the family with the experience.”

She nodded and patted my hand. “I wasn’t trying to give you a hard time. I’m glad you feel like you’re part of the family now. I think all three of us are in agreement that we ARE a family now.”

Kelsey nodded. “Does this mean we’re going to be moving into one house?” she asked sweetly.

“Not just yet,” Lisa said judiciously. “I’m sure that someday that’ll make a lot of sense, but we’ll settle into it, not rush into it.”

She nodded. “Okay,” she said, sounding a little disappointed.

“It DOES mean though that we need to give Jake a key for next door so he can come and go if we’re not home and he needs something,” she said. “When he takes you shopping tomorrow, get your key copied for him.”

Kelsey nodded and grinned at me. “I can’t wait until we can go riding for real!” she told me excitedly. She was hot to ride the best vibrator money could buy, but I knew she wanted to spend the time with me too. She was excited for it because it was something I loved.

I beamed at her in return and included Lisa in the grin. I couldn’t believe I was this lucky. This morning had looked dismal and now both of them were here with me and we were going to make a family together. The house suddenly felt like a home again for the first time in four years. “I love you both,” I told them quietly and looked back and forth between them. “I know you signed on to be my personal slut, Lisa, but you’re way more than that to me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still gonna fuck you like a slut, but I’m gonna love you too whether we’re fucking or not.”

She looked at Kelsey and smiled, leaning over to kiss me again. “When Kelsey’s old enough, I’ll be the most supportive mother-in-law you could ever ask for,” she promised.

I nodded. The implication was clear that she expected that we’d stay together forever. I reached out to take both of their hands and felt a little emotional. “We’ll be the most welcoming kids you could ask for. If you’re already pregnant, we’re going to be a lot closer than just in-laws. Hell, even if you’re not already pregnant. I think all three of us know that we’re never gonna push you out of our bed. It’s not uncommon for bikers to have a wife and a girlfriend. It’s a little more rare for the girlfriend to be the mother-in-law, but far from the way it’d be treated down at the office, bikers tend to give respect to a man that takes care of family.”

“Speaking of taking care of family,” Lisa said with a twitch of her lips. “You promised me that you were going to take care of something else for me tonight,” she urged me gently. We’d been done eating for a bit, just sitting and chatting while we picked at the last of the cinnamon rolls. I nodded and got to my feet, taking her hands and drawing her up out of her seat.

The three of us went back upstairs to the bedroom and Lisa hung my robe up on the back of the door while I stripped out of my jeans and Kelsey stripped her clothes off just as quickly. I drew my girls to me and kissed them both before pushing them together to kiss. While they explored each other, I went and got the KY from the bathroom.