If you haven't read East Meets West, Part 1, then I suggest you read it now, otherwise this story will make no sense to you. I would also like to add that I don't write sex stories . . . I write stories that have sex in them. Hopefully, the sex enhances the story, but is not the primary reason the story was written. Sex between consenting adults who love each other is truly one of the most glorious things on earth.

I also want to point out a few things here, so I apologize in advance for writing such a lengthy introduction.

I am actually conflicted about which category I should place this story under. I finally decided to also include it under "Romance," but could just have easily been listed it as "Incest," or "Anal." I know there are people who are offended by those final two listings, so this is fair warning. If you don't want to read about incest or anal sex, then stop now.

One thing that is consistent in my writing is that I write about strong women. Women who are not only the equal to the male lead character, but usually superior. I know many strong women who know what they want and aren't afraid to go out and get it.

I don't write about timid women who meekly accept what life deals out, but rather "damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead." This story is definitely that category. Incest, but very unconventional to what most people probably expect.

I actually wrote Part 1 of East Meets West nearly two years ago. And kept feeling something was missing. I don't know how the creative process works for others, but for me I get a general idea for a story and start writing. In the original story Jiao and Meili were both in that car crash. Jiao died, while Meili was critically injured. Jack blames himself for Jiao's death, and Meili's near fatal injuries.

In the original, Jack meets someone but having lost what he thought was the love of his life, and still blaming himself, he can't and won't allow his feelings to show. Only after Meili wakes up and is nearly recovered does she convince him that this other person is right for him. "The Miracle of the Silver Dollar" was included from the very beginning.

But a funny thing happened on the way to the ending. I fell in love with Jiao. At some point (actually by the time I had written about their first night together) I had written enough about Jiao to where I could no longer simply "kill off" a character.

So Jiao was alive and well, but I still felt something was missing. It finally dawned on me that Jiao wasn't the only woman who was in love with Jack.

Quite frankly, I never thought I would write a story about any form of incest, but then this is not my story – it is Jiao's and Meili's and Jack's story. I am just reporting the story as they told it to me.



East Meets West, Part 2, Chapter 1

"Daddy, I'm pregnant," my daughter Meili told me.

I knew my daughter was not dating anyone, and in fact had not dated in nearly two years. Not since she had launched her bio-genetics lab. In fact, I frequently complained because she never took time to enjoy herself, instead working 15 to 18 hours a day, six or seven days a week.

Daddy, I'm pregnant, the words repeated themselves in my mind.

Part of my mind just seemed to stop, while another part suddenly started operating lightning fast.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

The words kept echoing through my mind.

Time slowed to a crawl.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

I literally felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I could feel the blood drain out of my face, and for a moment actually thought I would either be sick or pass out.

The one part of my mind that still was working immediately flashed back to the first time I had ever met this young girl I had grown to love so much.

She was only 12 years old at the time and was hiding behind her mother's waist. All I could see was one jade-green eye, and shoulder-length, jet black hair.

She was so shy, so bashful, and it wasn't until I asked if she would like to see a magic trick that she acknowledged me in any way.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

She said something in Chinese to her mother, who laughed then told me her daughter said, "I'm a scientist, I don't believe in magic."

I performed a stupid little magic trick involving a disappearing coin, then asked if she had taken the coin.

The first words she said to me, in perfect English, albeit with a British accent, were: "No, what did you do with it?"

I pretended to examine both sides of her face, then "pulled" the coin out of her ear.

She giggled, then threw her arms around my neck and gave me a strong hug and kissed me on the cheek. I was immediately lost. I knew I was helplessly in love with this little girl, just as I was helplessly in love with her mother. I adopted her legally, but had already adopted her into my heart.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

Then my mind flashed back to seeing her in a hospital bed after nearly eight hours of surgery. The extent of her injuries after being hit head-on by a drunk driver were overwhelming. She had died twice in the ambulance, but they were able to get her heart started again. Her blood pressure was almost negligible due to the massive blood loss.

She had compound fractures in both legs, meaning the bones were sticking out, had a collapsed lung, several broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, a broken arm, a fractured skull, a concussion, and swelling of the brain. One knee had also been shattered in the wreck and if she lived they weren't certain if she would ever be able to walk again without a pronounced limp and without a cane or even crutches.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

I later found out the doctors, even after the surgery, had given her less than a 10 percent chance of living. Only later, years later, did one of the doctors actually add they thought the best thing that could happen would have been if she had died, because they were almost certain she would have brain damage if she did live. Luckily that prediction did not come true.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

Three times in the next few days she nearly died again. Her heart started failing, her blood pressure was dropping and even the doctors and nurses were crying knowing she was dying and there was nothing – medically – they could do to help her.

Twice I was able to bring her back from the brink with my little magic trick. The hospital staff started calling it "The Miracle of the Silver Dollar." Another time her mother, using the ESP (Extra-Sensory Perception) they shared was able to pull her back to the land of the living.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

I remembered once when 13-year-old Meili fell while trying to ride a bicycle and skinned her knee. She started crying and began running over to where her mother and I were sitting on the ground enjoying a picnic lunch.

Jiao drew herself up to her knees to get ready to offer Meili a comforting hug. Only Meili ran past her mother and flung herself into my arms. That was when I honestly felt like a Dad for the very first time, knowing that she now truly accepted me as her father. I think I started crying harder than Meili was.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

The words kept reverberating through my head.

Another flashback and I remembered the first few weeks in the hospital after she regained consciousness. She had broken her left arm, and since she was left handed, her mother and I had to take turns feeding her until she taught herself to eat using her right hand, and later taught herself to write also using her right hand. Today, she can eat or write equally well using either hand. In fact she can eat with one hand, while writing or typing with the other. Even more amazingly, she can write in English with one hand, and at the same time write in Russian, German, French or Chinese with the other.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

After well over a month in the hospital, we finally returned home. At first Meili was nearly an invalid. She couldn't walk, slept 16 to 18 hours a day, and depended on her mother and me for EVERYTHING. Jiao had taken several weeks' vacation, but eventually had to return to work. I had taken a leave of absence from the college where I taught military history.

I had to help her use the bathroom, and even clean her up after "accidents" while she was sleeping. I also had to constantly change her position in bed to prevent bedsores, and would spend hours each day massaging the muscles of her back and legs to prevent atrophy.

In the first three months Meili had three different surgeries on her knee, putting it back together.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

After she began to heal, a physical therapist came in every day for over a month to work with her, but eventually Meili asked if I could take over. At first I told her I could not do that. After watching several of the sessions with the therapist it looked more like brutality than needed exercise. During every one of those sessions Meili would be reduced to tears because of the extreme pain. I finally had to stop watching because I was afraid I would attack the therapist because of how much she was hurting my daughter.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

Eventually though, Jiao and Meili convinced me to try. Actually, once I saw that both wanted me to do this, I knew it was only a matter of time before I capitulated. Trying to oppose either one in something they were determined to do was nearly impossible, and together . . . well it was like trying to oppose a force of nature like a hurricane or tornado.

At first I tried to take it easy on Meili, but she wouldn't let me. In one of the exercises I would take her foot and shin and push back against her until her knee was against her chest. I was supposed to make her push back against me to strengthen the muscles in her thigh. I tried to just push back a little because I didn't want to hurt her, but Meili would yell at me, scream at me, even cuss at me until I eventually was using every ounce of strength in my 180 pound body. The exercise sessions with me were, at Meili's insistence, even harsher than they had been with the therapist.

Meili would be crying from the pain, but refused to quit. After each session . . . well I would be crying at the pain I was inflicting on my beloved daughter. Every day, though, she got just a little stronger.

Soon Meili had me carry her to the heated, Olympic-size swimming pool in the back yard and we would spend hours swimming together every day.

Finally, leaning heavily on me, she took her first step some six months after the wreck. We walked all of five feet that day. Then six feet the next, and seven after that. Meili's face would be soaked with sweat from the pain, but she never gave up. After learning to walk again with my help, she started walking with the aid of a crutch, then a cane, and finally without any kind of aid.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

Most people only notice Meili has a limp if she is extremely tired, but Jiao and I can see it every single day. And I still can't help but blame myself. If only I had been driving that day when the drunk driver crossed over the center line and hit her head-on. If I had been driving, maybe, perhaps, possibly I could have avoided the accident with my much greater experience. Meili needed to buy some new clothes for her new job and knew how much I hated shopping so she told me she would be fine. FINE!!! If I had been driving . . . THEN maybe she would have been fine. And I wouldn't have felt like I nearly killed my daughter because I didn't like shopping.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

On one level I knew Meili was now 25, I knew she had been sexually active in the past and I knew she could make her own choice about becoming pregnant.

However, when I look at her I am not seeing the 25-year-old head of the most advanced bio-genetics laboratory on earth. I am still seeing that tiny 12-year-old who threw her arms around my neck all those years ago and giggled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I am seeing that young adult who had just graduated from college, and was more dead than alive lying in her hospital bed. I a, seeing that oh so small girl who couldn't even feed herself at first. I am seeing that tiny, precious piece of heaven here on earth whom I had to wash after an "accident" while she was sleeping.

I wasn't seeing an adult, capable of making her own decisions, I was seeing . . . my daughter. My precious, beautiful daughter whom I had nearly lost.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

I had only been home today for a few minutes and when I walked in the house, both Meili and Jiao were waiting for me.

I just had to stop and admire these two beautiful women. My wife Jiao is just a fraction of an inch over five feet tall and weighs a whopping 90 pounds. Her daughter, my adopted daughter Meili is about 5 feet two, and weighs around 105 pounds.

Both were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, both were barefoot and I was once again amazed that at age 43, Jiao looks at least 20 years younger. Her waist-length hair was still jet-black without even a single gray hair, and her skin and face were flawless.

I immediately thought back to the last time Jiao and I went out to eat. One of the things Jiao was always complaining about was that every time we would go out, if she ordered a mixed drink, or a glass of wine, they would card her. That is, check her I.D., to make sure she was old enough to drink. She really did look that young. Unfortunately, the last time she ordered wine, the waiter simply brought her a glass without asking for any I.D.

If any guy ever tells you they understand women . . . call him a liar. I thought Jiao would be happy that she didn't have to produce her I.D. Instead she was crestfallen. "I look so old," she said, "old and wrinkled."

Complete idiot that I am at times, I thought she was joking. I then made some regretful comment about, "Well, at least they didn't bring you the senior citizens menu – yet."

If looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. It took hours of apologies before Jiao forgave me for what I said. And she still reminds me of it every now and then.

Jiao and Meili really look more like sisters, than mother and daughter. Of course Meili still looked like a teenager herself.

Looking at the two, I was once again struck by the similarities . . . and differences.

Both have waist-length, jet black hair, both have intense jade-green eyes, both have full lips, both have an easy smile. Both have waists that are impossibly tiny, and teeth that are brilliantly white.

Some of the differences are subtle, some not so subtle. Meili's face is just fractionally wider, and her nose is a tiny bit wider. Meili has just a little more up top than Jiao does, but I have heard Jiao mention Meili still wears an "A" cup bra, so that might give you an indication of how small Jiao's breasts are. I still think Jiao has the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, touched, kissed and sucked.

The biggest difference, I guess, is in their hips and legs. Meili's hips are definitely wider, much wider than her Moms. And while Meili has long, shapely, well-muscled legs, Jiao's legs have to be seen to be believed. I don't think I have ever seen any woman whose legs are as muscled as Jiao's are.

Meili usually spends at least an hour each day exercising and practicing her Chinese martial arts, but Jiao usually gets up around five, exercises and practices martial arts for an hour, wakes me up, then we exercise together for a while before she instructs me in martial arts. After that, we usually take a shower together, which results in an entirely different type of exercise.

At night, before we go to bed, Jiao will exercise and practice for an hour by herself, then with me for an hour, then we will repeat the shower and the post-shower activities.

Watching Jiao walk is like watching a panther or tiger glide across the ground. She walks with a grace that is incredible, and yet at the same time you can sense the immense power in those legs.

Just a few weeks after we met, I saw Jiao leap straight up in the air, over six feet high, and deliver a killing kick in the Chinese marital art of washu. Washu is usually incorrectly called Kung-Fu here.

As I always do, whenever I see my two "girls," I smiled, then Jiao walked up to me, hugged me and kissed me and said, "Meili has something to tell you."

I turned to my daughter and waited. And my life changed.

"Daddy, I'm pregnant," Meili said.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I'm, I'm, I'm . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!

Finally, time seemed to speed back up. I realized that probably only a minute or two had passed while I was thinking about the past 13 years. Then a father's righteousness and anger began to show itself.

"Who?" I yelled at Meili, "Who is the son-of-a-bitch?"

Meili turned pale.

"Tell me who it is that got you pregnant and I will kill the bastard," I again yelled. I honestly can't remember ever being as mad in my life.

Jiao tried to grab my arm, and God forgive me, for the first time in my life I laid a hand on Jiao in anger. I shoved her away, and again demanded that Meili tell me the name of the miserable son-of-a-bitch who got her knocked up.

For the second time in her life, Jiao laid a hand on me in anger.

She slapped me even harder than she had that day on the porch. Stunned, I turned to Jiao and her next words hit me even harder than her slap had.

"You are the father, Jack, and I am the mother. Meili is the surrogate mother. Meili is carrying our child, Jack. Meili is carrying OUR child," she said.

I heard the words . . . but they made no sense. I knew, because of the forced sterilization in China, that Jiao could not have any children, could not be a mother. And how could I possibly be the father of Meili's child?

By now Jiao had her arms wrapped around me, and I was desperately clinging to her, like a drowning man would cling to a floating scrap of lumber.

I can only imagine what that would have looked like to an unbiased observer.

I'm five feet, nine inches tall, weigh about 180 pounds and keep myself in great shape. A few pounds lighter than my "fighting weight" I had in the Marine Corps, but still very muscular. Jiao is just a fraction of my size, and yet I am holding her as though my life depends on it.

Meili slowly, cautiously walked up to me, put her arms around my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. It almost killed me to see her afraid to approach me.

"I love you Daddy," she said. "I love you and this is my gift to you and Mom – the two people I love more than any other."

Meili and Jiao each grabbed a hand and led me into the living room where we all sat down on a couch.

Mother and daughter began to explain.

When Meili was only 12 she told me she was a scientist and didn't believe in magic. Jiao is also a scientist, while I am a simple history professor, but their explanations over the next hour or so sounded a lot more like magic than science.
I can only hope I do justice to their words.

Meili began by explaining she had always known how desperately her mother had wished she could have more children . . . "especially your children, Daddy."

I could only nod my head, then grabbed Jiao's hand as I looked at her.

"I've seen you . . . I've seen you when you stare at some young mother with a newborn," I tenderly told Jiao, "and I knew what you were thinking. I've also seen the tears in your eyes knowing that you couldn't, and how you would try to hide those tears from me."

Jiao squeezed my hand tightly.

"Did you know that Mom would sometimes get up in the middle of the night and cry?" asked Meili.

I had to admit that I didn't.

"Because of this ESP that we share, I always could feel what Mom was feeling, I could always feel Mom crying, could feel how sad she was," Meili said, "even when I was not here but at MIT, I could feel her tears and feel how sad she was.

"When I first woke up in the hospital and you were both standing there, I could feel your incredible love for me . . . and each other . . . and I decided then that I would devote the rest of my life to finding some way to make Mom's dream come true.

"That's when I decided I would go back to MIT and get my degrees in biology and genetics, and open my own bio-genetics lab. I thought the project I was working on, the ability to give you and Mom children would take 10 years . . . but it only took two."

Meili went on to explain how her research team had perfected a process where they could take a female egg, and fertilize it in a test tube with male sperm.

I immediately interrupted: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You said I am the father? (Meili nodded yes.) Then how did you get my sperm?"

Meili looked at her Mom, Jiao looked at her daughter and both turned red.

"You know Jack, I have a PhD in nuclear physics and I only understand part of what Meili is doing," Jiao said, "but getting your sperm was the easiest part of the whole process . . . the only part we were a little concerned about was possible contamination . . . contamination with my . . . with my saliva."

Mom looked at daughter, daughter looked at Mom . . . and both blushed even more.

Up to that point, I would have said that Jiao ALWAYS swallowed. But apparently not, if I was hearing what I think I was hearing.

After a rather awkward silence, Meili resumed talking.

"Anyway, fertilization in vitro is nothing new, people have been doing that for decades. Our breakthrough came after impregnation. That's where the real magic began."

After hearing Meili use the word, "magic," I raised my eyebrow and said I thought I remembered hearing a certain beautiful, young scientist once say she didn't believe in magic.

Meili grinned, then said "Well, I've learned a LOT since then. And I remember reading English physicist and science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke who said, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.'

Then Meili leaned over and kissed me, very softly, very gently on the lips.

"And I know this guy . . . who does a magic trick with a silver dollar. In fact, doctors and nurses swear his trick was REAL magic because the ONLY thing that kept me alive was his magic trick.

"Every few months I'll run into one of those doctors or nurses, and they still talk about 'The Miracle of the Silver Dollar.' Whether it was a miracle, or magic, the only reason I am alive now is because of you. I love you Daddy."

I had some tears in my eyes, and it was all I could do to keep from crying.

Then Meili stood up before both Jiao and me, and took a hand from each of us and put it on her abdomen.

"I'm doing this for you Daddy, and for you Mom. I would be dead if it weren't for both of you."

After that . . . well I lost it. Then both Jiao and Meili were hugging me, and I was hugging them. We were all crying.

After about 10 or 15 minutes, we had all recovered enough for Meili to continue.

"Look Daddy, you are one of the smartest men I have ever known (that REALLY surprised me), but like Mom said, even she doesn't understand exactly how I do my . . . magic (big grin). Let me just shorten it some. We take an egg, fertilize it, and then replace the nucleus with DNA from someone else. It isn't exactly a perfect clone of the person whose DNA is now inside the fertilized egg, but close.

"In this case, it was my egg, your sperm and Mom's DNA. Then I had the egg replanted inside my womb. I had to wait for a month to be sure my body wouldn't reject the egg."

"Wait," I said hesitantly, "are you saying that you are . . . are going to give birth to a . . . a clone of your Mom? You are going to give birth to your own Mom?"

"That's an oversimplification, but close. We also mixed some of your DNA with Moms, but the baby will be about 90 percent Mom, and about 10 percent you," she added.

"God, I hope she has Jiao's brains and looks," I muttered. "Wait, is it going to be a girl or boy?"

"A girl," Meili said. "While it would have been possible to manipulate the DNA to produce a boy, it would have involved more risk. It is easier, since it is mostly Mom's DNA, to leave her (and Meili rubbed her abdomen) as a girl."

"And you are okay with this, with your own daughter being a surrogate mother?" I asked Jiao, somewhat stunned.

"When Meili first approached me a couple of months ago and explained the procedure, that they had perfected it, and that she needed your sperm, that was one of the first questions I asked: 'Who would be the surrogate mother?'" Jiao explained. "I questioned her about who would be providing the donor egg and who the surrogate mother would be.

"That's when I found out that she really is as much your daughter as she is mine. The classic nurture versus nature debate."

I had a very puzzled look on my face as I looked at Jiao.

"She lied to me," said Jiao with a big grin as Meili cracked up. "She told me she had found someone to serve as the donor and surrogate, someone from China who really needed the money."

"Now wait a minute," I started saying in protest using my most injured tone, "Yes, I will admit that I sometimes stretch the truth a LITTLE about anniversary and birthday presents and where we are going on vacations, but I don't really lie."

"Oh, yeah," Meili piped in, "stretching the truth like telling us we are going to spend a month at a dude ranch in Wyoming riding horses when you have a private jet waiting to take us to Italy for a month. I felt like a total idiot having a suitcase full of western wear and cowboy boots when we landed in Naples. The customs people looked at me like I must be a total fool after going through my suitcase."

"What about the time he told us we were going on a month-long cruise to Alaska, but instead we found ourselves in Tahiti?" Jiao added, "With suitcases half-full of winter clothing (and here both Mom and daughter recited in unison) 'because it still gets really cold at night in Alaska'?"

"Daddy, you are such a dork at times!" laughed Meili.

"Or remember the time he told us we were going camping in the Ozarks, only we ended up in New York for a month in the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf-Astoria? All we had packed was blue jeans and shorts," Meili added. "That was a great trip though, with lots of shopping!"

"Okay, okay," I admitted, "sometimes I do slightly more than just stretch the truth a little."

Mother and daughter didn't say anything, but both started giving me the Chinese evil eye.

"Okay, sometimes I lie," I finally admitted.

I had a lot more questions that night, which Meili and Jiao answered, although a lot of those answers involved words I had never heard before. Words like oocyte, which is actually the proper name for the egg that was taken from Meili and fertilized by my sperm.

The egg, or oocyte is actually called a zygote after fertilization. Other terms were cellular differentiation, which apparently was the biggest stumbling block to producing a baby from Jiao's DNA. I still don't have a clue exactly what Meili was talking about there. Also nucleated cells, totipotent, DNA, RNA, etc., etc.

I can only tell you one thing for an absolute certainty. Eight months later Meili gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the whole world.

I actually held her before either Jiao or Meili did, and was completely lost when I looked into her eyes. She had been screaming her head off after the birth, but as soon as I held her against me she stopped crying and looked at me and smiled.

I have been told that newborns can't actually see, yet I knew that this little girl could see me and feel my love for her. She only weighed six pounds at birth, but as I held her my arms started trembling at the thought that this was OUR child, mine and Jiao's.

I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for Meili to step aside and give up this little tiny person she had been carrying inside her for nine months, but she held her for a few minutes, kissed her forehead and then put her in Jiao's arms.

Meili breast-fed her for three months, but always handed her back to Jiao or me. On more than one occasion I could see some tears in Meili's eyes so I could sense how hard it must have been for her. We named this beautiful girl Lin, which in Chinese means "Beautiful Jade," because of her jade-green eyes.

Jiao was literally transformed almost overnight. As much as I had always loved her, I could always sense this deep, abiding sadness. And like I had said, I could see Jiao stare at some mom and newborn and sometimes she would have tears in her eyes knowing she couldn't have any more children . . . ever again.

Now, thanks to science and magic, and a love from a daughter that is beyond words, she did have a child. There was such a joy in Jiao now that affected everyone around her. I have seen her walk into a room where people had been arguing heatedly just seconds before, and suddenly everyone would start laughing and joking.

I can only surmise it was some type of reverse ESP. Somehow, the love and joy Jiao now had in her life expanded outward and touched everyone she came into contact with.

I truly did not think it was possible to love Jiao more than I already did, but somehow my love for her continued to grow.

I can't say I was totally surprised when, two years later, I came home from college one day and Jiao and Meili were standing side-by-side when I walked in. They both walked up to me, both hugged me, and Meili once again said, "Daddy, I'm pregnant." Only this time she quickly added, "We're pregnant. We, all of us, are going to have another baby."

I immediately started asking Meili if she was sure about this. I already knew how much it had hurt her to give away the baby she had carried for nine months. I mean she still saw and played with Lin nearly every day, but you didn't have to have ESP to recognize the pain I could sometimes see in her eyes.

Meili immediately hugged me and reassured me she knew she was doing the right thing.

"Yes, it hurts sometimes," she admitted, "but I am doing this for the people I love more than anyone on earth."

Jiao and I both cried some and hugged and kissed Meili.

I had never said a word, but Meili suddenly apologized.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said with tears in her eyes. "I know how much you want a son, but this baby will be a girl again. It is still too risky to try change the baby's sex."

I didn't even bother to try to deny it. It would have been useless. Both Jiao and Meili could have sensed the lie with their ESP.

I still can't fathom how they can guess almost anything I am thinking, but somehow can't penetrate my little exaggerations about vacation spots or birthday gifts. I know Jiao used to get very frustrated that she couldn't tell where we were going on vacation until after we got there.

Eight months later Meili gave birth to another beautiful little girl. We named her April, which had been my mother's name. This time I could see it was much harder for Meili to give her up. Even though I don't have ESP, I could easily sense the pain Meili was going through.

That was why I told Jiao that there would be no more births using Meili as a surrogate mother. It was hurting her too much, and that was hurting us all as a family.

Jiao agreed, and we both told Meili that. Meili also agreed to no more surrogate motherhood.

Imagine my surprise two years later when I came home one day and Jiao and Meili were waiting for me.

"Daddy, I'm pregnant," Meili said, after both she and Jiao hugged me and kissed me.

I immediately got a little angry.

"I told you no more, Meili, I can't stand to see you hurt like that again," I stated. "Didn't you hear me before, I won't have you going through that kind of pain again."

"No, Daddy, you don't understand," Meili said, looking me directly in my eyes.

"This baby was not conceived in vitro. This baby was conceived in love, the old-fashioned way, between two people who love each other," she added. "This baby . . . actually babies since there is more than one . . . is for me and the man I love."

I didn't even know Meili was dating anyone.

Almost numbly I asked who the father was.

Jiao grabbed my hand and said we needed to talk in the living room.

After I sat down, Jiao sat in my lap and Meili sat down beside me. Jiao leaned over and kissed me so sweetly, so tenderly, and yet with enough passion to let me know how we were going to end that night.

"Jack, you are the father," Jiao said, "you are the man Meili loves. We both love you so much Jack, we both love you so much."

To say I was stunned would be a huge understatement. I immediately began shaking my head, "No!"

"That can't be," I declared. "You said this baby . . . or babies . . . were conceived the old-fashioned way? Meili that can't be since I've never touched you."

Jiao asked me if I remembered a night about six weeks earlier. We had been fooling around for a while, and just as Jiao was about to get on top she had suddenly told me she needed to use the bathroom.

I vaguely remembered. I think I actually laughed and said something about "well, when you have to go, you have to go." I know I had brought Jiao to several orgasms with my fingers and tongue, and was a little surprised she hadn't returned the favor with her mouth. Jiao would usually do that to take the edge off a little and so I could last longer, later.

"I went in the bathroom . . . but Meili came out," Jiao said. "She had been waiting, and it was Meili you made love with that night. Made babies with that night.

"Meili said the two of you made love three or four times that night."

I began remembering a little more. The lights had been out, and Jiao had not turned on the lights in the bathroom. After just a minute or two she came out, then immediately resumed where we had left off.

I remembered her lowering herself down onto me, and again vaguely recalled thinking Jiao had actually felt a little different . . . a little looser . . . that night.

As soon as I was buried insider her, however, the sexual tigress I have known so many times in the past came alive. Jiao always fucked herself when she was on top much harder than I had ever dared to do to her.

I didn't last too long that first time and soon flooded her insides with my cum. I could tell that Jiao had several orgasms also, and knew how almost insatiable she could be at times. That was why I wasn't really surprised when she immediately pulled off me, then took my now softening penis in her mouth.

Quicker than I would have thought possible, I was hard again, and Jiao climbed back on top. This time I lasted much, much longer and Jiao had a number of memorable orgasms before I came deep inside her again.

We both drifted off to sleep, but I awakened again about an hour later with Jiao again sucking my penis deep into her mouth. Once I was completely hard, I rolled Jiao over and was quickly inside her. I remembering pounding into her just about as hard, maybe even harder, than I have ever done in the past. Some 20 minutes later I came for the third time that night.

And I did remember making love again later that night with my beautiful wife. Sweet, tender, relaxed love.

But now Jiao is telling me it wasn't her that night. It was her daughter . . . my daughter . . . OUR daughter?

As I began remembering more about that night I began to feel a growing horror. That night was the only time in all the years we had been together that Jiao had not screamed my name out loud, "Jaaaacccck!" In fact, other than gasps and groans and screams of just "Oh," "Ohhh," "Ohhhhhh," Jiao had never been so silent while we were making love.

It finally began to dawn on me that somehow, in some elemental way I knew it was not Jiao that had been with me that night. Some little, horrible, monstrous, sick part of me knew that I was making love with . . . that I was having sex with . . . Oh, God Help Me . . . I was fucking my daughter. I was FUCKING my daughter. I was committing INCEST with my daughter.

I had known as soon as she lowered herself down onto me. I always knew how tight Jiao was, and I had known then that it wasn't my wife above me. I had known when she didn't cry out my name. I had known when I pounded into her harder than I have ever done in the past. I had KNOWN but refused to acknowledge it.

The hidden monster inside me had known . . . and exalted.

"Monster!" "Monster!" "Monster!" The words reverberated through my mind.

I was some kind of sick, perverted monster who used his daughter for his own depraved lust!

I buried my face in my hands and began crying.

"No, Jack, No!" Jiao began, and at the same time Meili was saying, "No, Daddy, No!"

I just ignored both and continued to cry in self-hatred and loathing. How could I live with myself knowing what I had done? What I had done to my precious daughter? I still, at times, felt like I had nearly killed her by not going shopping with her that day, and now? Now was so much worse. The ultimate betrayal of the love between a father and daughter.

Jiao grabbed one hand and pulled it down while Meili grabbed the other.

Then for only the third time in the years we had known each other, Jiao laid a hand on me in anger.

Jiao is right-handed, and slapped me on my left cheek possibly even harder that she had the last time.

Meili is left-handed, and for the first time in her life laid a hand on me in anger. She slapped me even harder on my right cheek than her mother had.

The one-two slaps left me completely stunned.

"No, Jack, you aren't the monster," Jiao said, "if anything I am. I knew it and allowed it and even helped."

"No, Mom, Daddy, you are both wrong," Meili disagreed. "If anyone here is a monster then it is me, not either of you. I wanted to make love to you Daddy, I wanted you so much. I wanted to give you a son that I know you have been wanting for so long.

"And I am going to give you that son Daddy," she continued, "in fact more than one."

"Jack, LISTEN to me," Jiao said. "Meili knows what I did in the Meadow that day, all those years ago. She knows I killed that man with my bare hands. If you were a monster, Jack, trying to hurt or take advantage of my daughter, then I would have killed you myself, no matter how much I love you. But you aren't a monster, Jack.

"I told you so many years ago . . . it seems a lifetime ago now . . . that you were the best man I have ever known, and I still mean that today," Jiao continued.

"You are the BEST MAN I have ever known, Jack," Jiao stated, then as she looked at me, incredibly she smiled, "And if I have to slap you a hundred times to make you understand that, then I will!"

"And once Mom gets tired of slapping you, then I'll start," Meili said. "Did you hear what I said, Daddy? I am pregnant with your CHILDREN . . . not child . . . CHILDREN! We are going to have triplets . . . two sons and a daughter."
At first, I was too stunned to say anything. I don't know which seemed the more impossible to believe. That neither considered me a monster? That Jiao had known and approved, beforehand, what was going to happen that night? That Meili had wanted to make love to me, TO ME, that night and get pregnant? That neither hated me nor considered me the worst person on earth? Or, again, that neither considered me a sick, depraved monster.

Or . . . or . . . or . . . that Meili was going to have triplets? Two sons AND a daughter? My two sons . . . my daughter? Our two sons . . . our daughter?

It was just too much to process. I couldn't find words to speak.

Jiao and Meili then joined hands, looked at each other and then looked back at me and said, in unison, "WE love you!" Again mother and daughter looked at each other before Jiao added, "Now, won't you say something, Jack?"

What was I supposed to say? How could I put my feelings into words? I was more confused right then than I had ever been in my life. How could I tell them what I was feeling when I didn't know myself?

"Before . . . before," I finally stammered, "before you start slapping me, can I at least get a hug?"

Mother and daughter laughed out loud, then practically attacked me. Jiao was leaning against my left shoulder with her arms around me and her head buried against my neck crying and laughing, and Meili was leaning against my right shoulder with her arms around me and her head pressed against my neck on the other side, also crying and laughing. I had an arm around each.

I am still so confused about . . . everything . . . but I was at least holding the two women I love more than life itself.

I am not sure how long we sat like that, but it was probably at least 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, Jiao leaned her head up and said, "Honestly, Jack, I can't tell what you are thinking, or feeling right now."

"Yea, Daddy," added Meili, "neither can I. Please talk to us. A penny for your thoughts?"

"I'm not sure either of you would be willing to pay a penny for what I am thinking right now," I answered with a little smile, "because I am thinking that Chinese women are absolutely the craziest people on the face of the earth!"

Mother and daughter exchanged a look, and apparently silent communication, because the next thing I know each has zeroed in on a side and they are tickling me absolutely without mercy.

"You want to see crazy Chinese women," Jiao began, and Meili finished her sentence, "then we will show you some crazy Chinese women."

If I tried to push one crazy Chinese woman's hands away, that left me completely open to the other crazy Chinese woman.

I finally had to beg them both to stop. We, by now, were all laughing so hard we were crying.

"I . . . I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier," I said once I could stop laughing, "I know I didn't handle that too well."

"You think so?" answered Meili, with a beautiful smile.

"Meili, Jiao, I love you both so much," I tried to continued, then despite myself my eyes filled with tears again. "Oh, God, I love you both so much."

"I love you too Jack," Jiao said, as her lips pressed against mine and her tongue invaded my mouth. She was controlling the tempo of the kiss and soon it turned into an almost mind-blowing passionate kiss.

By the time she stopped, we were both gasping for breath.

Meili waited for a few minutes, then leaned over to me, "And I love you too Daddy," she said as her lips met mine.

We have always been something of a touchy-feely family. Hugs were constant, holding hands was normal, and kisses were continual throughout the day. With Jiao and I, the kisses were usually on the lips, while between Meili and I, most kisses were on the cheek. But it wasn't at all unusual for us to kiss, briefly, on the lips. It had always been innocent and natural.

Today, that is how the kiss between Meili and I started out. Just a brief, natural kiss on the lips. However, when Meili broke the kiss, I saw her glance at Jiao, then, out of the corner of my eye, saw my wife give a nod "yes" with her head.

When Meili turned back to me, as our lips met again I saw Meili close her eyes and felt her tongue against my lips. And . . . and I closed my own eyes and I spread my lips apart and felt Meili's tongue inside my mouth for the very first time. When my tongue met hers, I felt something change inside me. I can't say it was world-shaking, but rather just a subtle, very subtle shift in my thinking.

Gone were the lingering doubts that were still troubling me about making my own daughter pregnant. I felt such a peace, such a contentment, such a LOVE.

It wasn't a particularly long, nor even especially passionate kiss.

When we finally broke the kiss, tears were flowing down Meili's face.

"Oh, Daddy," she said, "you still love me! I was so afraid you would feel different, that you would never love me again, not like you did before."

"I will ALWAYS love you Meili," I told her, "Nothing will ever change that. I will always love you, and I will always love Jiao as well."

When I looked over at Jiao, now she was the one with tears streaming down her face, but with an almost ear-to-ear grin. Mother and daughter were soon exchanging a hug and crying together.

By now I had been home for over an hour, and I had not heard a peep from either April or Lin. Just as I was starting to ask, I heard two-year-old April begin to cry.

"I'll go check on her," Jiao said, and Meili explained that she and her Mom had not let either child have an afternoon nap, so we could all have some time to spend together without constant interruptions from the kids. Meili and Jiao had finally put the kids to sleep just before I got home.

Then I heard four-year-old Lin begin to cry for her Daddy. Yes, she is definitely a Daddy's girl.

I went to get Lin, and soon all five of us met in the kitchen. Meili had already started preparing some food for the girls, and while Jiao and I fed them, Meili began preparing something for the adults.

After the girls had eaten, they began playing under the table in the dining room before wandering into the kitchen where we could hear them taking every single pot and pan out of the cabinets before banging them on the floor.

While the kids were in the kitchen trying to destroy the house, the adults were having a very quiet dinner together. A very quiet dinner, but with a lot of looks of love, a lot of smiles and a lot of touching of hands.

After dinner, we all retired to the living room where Lin and April took turns riding the "horsey." That was actually my back, of course. I gave them rides until I thought my knees would fall off, then Meili and Jiao joined me on the floor where we continued to play with Lin and April until they began yawning.

I could not have even begun to tell you how many times Jiao and I, or Meili and I would touch hands, or exchange little kisses.

While Jiao and Meili prepared Lin and April for bed, I started a fire in the fireplace, dragged the sofa in front of it, and poured us all some wine. I knew Meili was still in the early stages of pregnancy and the doctors had previously told us that an occasional glass of wine would do no harm.

In a little while, Jiao and Meili came into the living room. Neither said a word, just walked over and sat beside me on the sofa. Then Jiao leaned over and gave me a toe-curling kiss that seemed to last forever. Just when I was about to the point where I thought I had died and gone to heaven, Jiao pulled back, but then Meili leaned over and gave me her version of a toe-curling kiss. By the time Meili had finished, I couldn't even talk.

Several minutes later, I finally found my voice.

"Okay, now I want to know just how you two certifiably crazy Chinese women planned this whole seduction bit six weeks ago," I started.

"Certifiably crazy Chinese women, Jack?" Jiao asked in a menacing tone. "Didn't we give you enough of a demonstration on how crazy we can actually be earlier today?"

"Okay, okay, I take it back," I laughed. "But I would like to know how you two came up with this whole idea."

"Six weeks ago, Jack that was the first time you ever made love to Meili," Jiao said, "but it wasn't the first time Meili had ever made love to you."

I had been leaning back on the sofa, but those words immediately had me sitting up straight.

"What are you talking about? How could Meili have made love to me before?" I asked.

"Do you remember Daddy, almost five years ago when I told you the first time that I was pregnant?" Meili asked, and I nodded yes.

"I also told you that night how I could feel how sad Mom was because she couldn't have children, how she would cry, how she would even get up in the middle of the night and go into another room and sometimes cry for hours.

"That wasn't the only thing I could feel from Mom," Meili said. "I could also feel sometimes when the two of you made love. I didn't always feel it, but the ability to feel it got stronger and stronger the older I became.

"The first time I ever had an orgasm (and Meili's face flushed bright red as she said that), was just after my 18th birthday while sitting in a classroom at MIT. One minute I was taking notes, the next I had the most incredible feeling running through my body, in my breasts, between my legs and it happened. I had my first orgasm. It was all I could do not to scream out loud.

"I had to get up and leave. I told the Professor I was sick. I could barely walk, and my panties were soaking wet. I went back to the dorm and immediately called Mom and told her what happened."

"That was when I really realized just how strong Meili's ESP had grown," said Jiao. "I had always known that was possible, and usually tried to . . . well I guess you would say shield my thoughts, but that time I was unable to do so. If I remember correctly Jack, that was one of those times you threatened to, how did you once put it, 'screw my little Communist brains out?' Well, you did. And once I could no longer shield my thoughts, it hit Meili full force."

"Like a sledge hammer," Meili quickly interjected.

"That was also one of your "crystal clear" moments, Jack," Jiao said. "Either is incredibly intense . . . both together are overwhelming. Oh, God . . . so overwhelming."

I knew what Jiao meant about my "crystal clear" moments. The first time Jiao and I had made love, the same thing happened.

That moment of supreme clarity first happened to me when hunting. Growing up, hunting was not a sport, it was something I had to do in order for my Mom and me to survive. We didn't have money for wasted shots. Indeed, a missed shot meant, more than likely, we would go hungry.

After joining the Marines, those moments grew in intensity. By the time I completed my first sniper mission, it was part of who I was. Usually, just a minute or so before "eliminating" someone, time just seemed to slow down.

In addition, I would have an almost otherworldly feeling of supreme clarity.

I would suddenly start hearing sounds that I knew I would otherwise never been able to hear.

I could smell odors that I would never have been able to smell before.

And I could see everything with an absolute crystal clarity. Colors were more vibrant and intense.

As intense as those feelings had been in the past, they were almost nothing to what I felt as I began to make love to Jiao for the very first time those many, many years ago. We were in a bedroom, with the door closed, yet I could hear a clock ticking in the next room. I could hear a refrigerator kick on. I heard the wind outside, even though the basement where we were was supposed to be sound proof.

I could smell the soap Jiao had used when she took a shower. I could smell the shampoo she had used. I could smell the toothpaste she had used, and the mouthwash she had used. Each were completely different, distinct smells.

And even more – I could smell HER! Her unique scent filled my nostrils that night. The sweetest fragrance on earth! I could smell her arousal. I did not need to put a finger inside Jiao, I could smell how wet she was. And I could already taste her on my tongue, just from her scent!

And when I looked at her face, I could see a thousand emotions expressed in her mouth, lips, cheeks, forehead and eyes.

Her hair was not just jet black. It was jet black with a luminance, a glow that suddenly lighted up a darkened room.

I instantly knew, just from watching, tasting, touching and sensing her body exactly what to do to fulfill her every fantasy, her every desire, her every need.

Jiao had actually told me once she thought that was a form of ESP, but I had my doubts.

Just from watching Jiao as she remembered, I knew she had come very close to having an orgasm without anyone touching her.

After a few minutes without saying anything, Jiao finally continued.

"Anyway, after that any time we were going to make love in the afternoon, when Meili might be in class, I always sent her text message to warn her and give her a chance to get somewhere private."

Meili then started speaking.

"Over the next few months, I had several more orgasms, until I finally decided it was time to lose my virginity and try it for myself. Mom told me she told you about that?"

Indeed she did. And I got very upset about it. Jiao and I had finished making love, and had been lying together for about 30 minutes afterward when suddenly my wife gasped, and sat up in bed.

"What's wrong, what's wrong," I asked.

Jiao didn't say anything for a minute or two and I was really getting worried when she gave a sad little half-smile and a shake of her head.

"Meili just became a woman," Jiao said, "she just lost her virginity . . . and apparently it wasn't that memorable an experience. In fact, I think it was rather disappointing for her."

I really didn't want to hear that my daughter, whom I cherish, had just lost her virginity. Yes, I knew she was young, she was beautiful and she was hundreds of miles away in college, so I knew it had to happen sooner or later, but I really didn't want to hear about it.

"For the next year-and-a-half," Meili continued, "I really experimented, trying to find what Mom had with you, Daddy. I tried sex with men and women, in every possible way. While I did have some orgasms, none were as intense, as pleasurable, as incredible as the ones I had when Mom would drop her shield and I could feel what she was feeling.

"Then I graduated, came home, and went shopping one day . . . and my life changed."

Meili suddenly started crying, and I picked her up and sat her in my lap. Jiao and I were both hugging her.

"Daddy . . . Mommy . . ." Meili is gasping for breath between her tears and words, "I didn't . . . think it . . . was possible . . . to love anyone . . . more than . . . I already loved . . . the two of you. I was wrong.

"Daddy, I was there. I was in the room, watching you holding my hand and crying and begging me not to leave you. I was standing just over your shoulder, and I started screaming at . . . well at me and telling the me in the bed 'don't you dare leave, don't you dare leave our Daddy.'

"I could feel myself being pulled upward, then you started to slowly disappear and I realized it wasn't you who was leaving it was me.

"I saw the nurse come in and ask if you wanted some coffee or a coke, and I saw you put your hand in your pocket, then stop for a second before pulling out that old silver dollar."

I had never told anyone, not even Jiao about the nurse asking if I wanted something to drink, and that was why I had suddenly pulled out my silver dollar.

"Once you started walking the coin across your fingers . . . then I could feel myself drifting back down and then I was back in me, I was back in bed, but I could still see you in my mind. When you pulled the coin out of my ear again, well then I knew just how much I really did love you, and I knew how much you loved me.

"When I finally woke up in the hospital and saw you both standing there and felt your love for me, that was when I decided I would go back to college and do whatever it took to make you both happy. Mom is now happy Daddy, and I knew I couldn't stop until I could give you what you have always wanted . . . a son.

"As the head of the lab, I have timed my cycle down to the minute, so I knew when the best time was to try to get pregnant. But I also took fertility pills, to increase my chance of success. Fertility pills also increase the possibility of multiple births.

"Mom had agreed to my getting pregnant by you years ago," Meili continued, "and six weeks ago we both agreed it was time to try."

"Years ago?" I asked Jiao. "You agreed to this years ago and never said a word to me?"

"Almost five years ago, Jack," Jiao confirmed. "When Meili said it was now possible for her to take a donor egg, fertilize it with your sperm, then replace the nucleus with my DNA, I told her that if this worked, then I would also help her fulfill her dream.

"As a psychic, and as a mother, I already knew what her dream was. To have your son. I already knew that Meili not only loved you, but also had fallen with love WITH you. I have known that for years now, ever since the accident.

"Of course she managed to keep me from finding out it was actually her egg, and that she would be the surrogate mother of our child."

"But you said that even though six weeks ago was the first time I had sex with Meili, Meili had already had sex with me." I said, "What did you mean by that?"

"The day she came to me and admitted what she had done, that she was now carrying OUR child," Jiao explained, "she also had a request.

"Remember I told you that Meili could feel what I was feeling?" Jiao asked, and I nodded my head. "Even though I tried to shield my thoughts and feeling while we were making love, sometimes I couldn't and Meili would actually have an orgasm when I did.

"Meili's request, after she told me she was pregnant with OUR child, was that I not try to shield those thoughts and feelings, but do the exact opposite. Open myself up completely so she could really feel everything.

"Jack, earlier today I told you that you were not a monster, that if anything I was. I agreed to let my own daughter feel what it was like to make love with you. With her father. Adopted father, yes, but still her father."

Then, with a wry grin, "Of course little did I suspect that night was going to be one of those 'screw my little Communist brains out' nights, AND a 'crystal clarity' night.

"Meili passed out that night from the intensity of her orgasms."

"You mean that every time we have made love in the past five years Meili has been there also?" I asked.

"No, Daddy, no," Meili said. "I would never invade your privacy and Mom's privacy that much. But once a month, sometimes every other month, I was there. And of course sometimes you were just so good, Mom couldn't shield her thoughts.

"That's how I knew how to act like Mom six weeks ago. I have been with her, in her mind, many times making love to you."

"Now Jack," Jiao said, "unless you have any other questions that can't wait until tomorrow . . . it's time for you and I to go to bed.

"And tonight . . . I am going to screw your little capitalistic brains out."

Meili giggled, then turned slightly red, but walked up to me and pulled my head down to hers. Our kiss was very brief, very tender, then she turned away and hugged her Mom and walked to her room.

Jiao grabbed my hand and led the way to our bathroom, with the large walk-in shower. We had barely started our shower when Jiao dropped to her knees and soon my penis was deep in her throat. I still don't know, ever after all these years, how she can do that since she is so tiny.

It didn't take long before I was warning Jiao that I was close, then I flooded her mouth with my cum. Jiao swallowed, then stood up and we exchanged a deep, deep kiss. I could taste myself in her mouth.
After we finished our shower and dried off, I picked up my beautiful wife in my arms and carried her to our bed. I had just laid her down on the bed, when she jumped up and began to close the curtains. It was a beautiful night, with a full-moon, and usually Jiao loved making love with the moonlight streaming into the room.

I didn't say anything, but once the curtains were drawn and the room was dark, I again picked Jiao up and gently laid her on our bed. We began kissing, then I slowly made my way down her neck and to her magnificent nipples.

Yes, Jiao had the smallest breasts of any woman I have ever been with. But she also had the biggest nipples of any woman I have ever been with . . . and the most sensitive. Her nipples were well over half an inch long, and nearly a half inch wide. The first time we ever made love, Jiao had an orgasm just from my sucking and playing with her nipples. That had been the first orgasm she had ever had, but it had been just the start for Jiao that night.

Tonight it wasn't long before Jiao had her first orgasm, just from the ministrations of my lips and tongue to her breasts. I was relentless, licking, sucking, kissing, and once my began using my hands to gently pinch and squeeze and twist . . . she screamed my name, "Jaaaacccck," as her body stiffened.

I immediately began kissing my way down across her body, reaming out her belly button, then moving down. The first time we made love, Jiao had an unbelievable soft patch of jet black pubic hair. In the years since then, especially when she began wearing bikinis, she kept that completely shaved.

I soon began kissing the soft lips of her outer labia, then stated dipping my tongue inside her. By now, Jiao was begging me to bring her to completion, to allow her orgasm, but I continued to tease her for as long as I could.

Gratification delayed can be gratification intensified, but there is also a point where gratification delayed can also turn painful. I think I have learned exactly where that line is over the years, and once I began recognizing the clues her body was producing, I immediately moved up and started sucking directly on her clitoris.

She again screamed my name as her legs locked around my head and she used both hands to try to pull my face inside her. Even after all these years, I think it was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever seen her have.

Over the next 30 minutes, I brought Jiao to at least a half-a-dozen screaming orgasms before I finally moved her legs apart and moved into position between her legs.

I was just about to enter her when Jiao stopped me.

"No," she said, still gasping for breath, "I said I screw YOUR brains out tonight."

She pushed me over, then straddled my hips. Grabbing my penis, she carefully pushed it an inch or so inside herself, then slammed down on to me.

God, she is SO tight. It was nearly painful, but so incredible!

While she straddled me, I lost count of the orgasms Jiao gave herself, but every time she sensed that I was close, she would lift herself off me, then tightly squeeze the base of my cock. After waiting for a minute or two, she slammed herself down again.

As wild as some of our love-making had been in the past, this was a whole new Jiao for me. When she is on top, Jiao had always fucked herself onto me harder than I had ever dared to do to her. Tonight, she went far beyond anything she had ever done in the past.

There is a fine line between pain and pleasure, and for a man that line is when the need to cum begins to interfere with anything else, even thinking. "Blue balls," is not a myth. It is an actual medical condition when prolonged arousal can actual build up so much blood pressure in a man's testicles that it causes extreme pain. Oxygenated blood is red, while blood without oxygen in it is blue. Because the blood in a man's scrotum, when he has been aroused for a while, does not circulate through the body, it can actually give the scrotum a bluish tinge, or "blue balls."

I was just beginning to cross over into that state when Jiao slammed down onto me, leaned down to my ear and said, "Now, Jack, now. Fuck me Jack!"

I slammed upwards twice, then I came harder, and for a longer time, than I had ever done before. It was more like an explosion than anything else I can think of. That triggered yet another orgasm from Jiao, and she just melted down onto my chest.

"Can you put my brains back in now?" I asked, once I stopped gasping for breath.

"I love you Jack," she said, before we both fell asleep, or passed out, from the intensity of our love-making.

I woke up about an hour later to an incredible sensation. Jiao was kneeling between my legs, and had my penis in her mouth.

As I looked down, I realized I could see Jiao's head bobbing up and down. The room was still dark, but there was a little light coming in from above the curtains. I realized I was beginning another "crystal clarity" moment. With my now heightened awareness, even that little amount of light was sufficient.

Jiao must have sensed I was awake, because she stopped what she was doing and said, "I am not even close to being finished with you tonight, Jack! In fact, by the time I am finished, YOU are going to need the senior citizens discount." I could see her smile in the darkened room.

Just moved up and was just beginning to straddle my hips when she stopped.

"I'm sorry, Jack, but I really need to go use the bathroom." She got up and walked across the bedroom to the bathroom. She opened the door, but didn't turn the light on inside, then closed the door.

I immediately heard whispering from behind the closed door. Under normal circumstances I would not even have been able to hear the whispers, but now I could hear each word distinctively.

"Mom, I don't like sneaking like this," I heard Meili say.

"I know honey, but I'm just not sure if he is ready for this or not. He came so far today, and I don't want him to have to really think about the two of you together. Just this one more time, then we can tell him tomorrow it was actually the two of you together. Okay?" I heard Jiao explain.

I didn't hear anything else, but a few seconds later the door opened.

I was really amazed at how far Jiao and Meili went to try to make it easier for me. I took a deep breath, and I could easily tell that Meili had used Jiao's soap, shampoo, toothpaste, mouthwash, even her perfume.

As she began walking across the bedroom, I could hear the different way they walked. Since her accident, Meili couldn't lift one leg quite as much, and would sometimes drag her toes slightly. I could clearly hear the toe dragging. Meili never knows she is doing it, but both Jiao and I can always tell.

After she made her way to the bed, Meili crawled over to me, and then pretended to be her Mom and tried to start where Jiao had left off. I could already smell how wet Meili was, and guessed Jiao had shared what we had been doing earlier.

Meili was just starting to straddle my hips, and was reaching for my still-hard penis when I caught her hand.

"No, Meili," I said very softly, "not yet."

Meili gasped out loud at hearing her name. Even without ESP I could sense the fear now emanating from her, and knew she was wondering if I was going to get angry, throw her out of the room, or what?

I gently cupped the side of her face with my hand, took a deep breath, and said that words that I could never have imagined saying just a few hours earlier.

"No, Meili, six weeks ago we had sex. Six weeks ago we made our babies. Tonight . . . tonight I am going to make love to you. Tonight I am going to make love to . . . to my beautiful daughter."

Meili gasped even louder at hearing my words, then threw her arms around my neck and was crying.

"Oh, Daddy, Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she said. I could feel her bare breasts against my chest.

"Of course, Daddy, if it will make it easier for you, then I can call you Jack," she said, before I could even say the words I was getting ready to say.

I just shook my head in amazement. Imagine trying to get away with ANYTHING when you have not one, but two women who can usually sense what you are thinking or feeling?

We were both on our knees, on the bed, holding each other. I drew back a little, breaking our body contact.

"Meili, can I open the curtains and let the moonlight in so I can see you better?" I asked.

I could feel the increased heat from her face and knew she was blushing. At the same time I saw her glance down at her chest, and then she instinctively crossed both arms over her breasts.

"Not tonight Dadd . . . Jack," she whispered, almost forgetting and calling me Daddy again.

"Oh, Meili," I said very gently, then pulled her to me and kissed her. Soon her mouth opened and my tongue invaded her mouth and she begin kissing back as her arms held me.

I again broke the kiss, then slid both hands between us to gently cup her breasts. She gasped as she felt my hands touch her, and gasped again when I flicked her nipples with my thumbs.

"Meili, YOU are beautiful. ALL of you. I love ALL of you, including these," and again flicked her nipples. "Don't ever let anyone make you believe that you are anything but beautiful, and that your breasts . . . which will soon be feeding OUR children . . . are anything but beautiful and perfect for you."

I suddenly had a very clear image of Jiao in my mind, smiling at me and nodding her head in approval, then Meili kissed me and our tongues were in each other's mouths.

I had just begun to gently push her down onto her back when Meili stopped me.

"No, Dadd . . . Jack, not yet," she said.

Meili slid across the bed, then walked to first one window, then the other, opening both curtains. The moonlight streaming through the windows was bright enough to have read a newspaper.

As Meili turned around, well it was my turn to gasp. This was the first time I had seen my completely naked daughter since five months after the car crash that nearly killed her.

In those first months Meili would sleep 16 or 18 hours a day, and would sometimes have "accidents." I always cleaned her afterwards, and would also frequently give her sponge baths.

That prior experience in no way prepared me for seeing Meili now.

Her beauty was incredible. And as she walked back to me I could see the love, desire, even lust in her eyes.

This was a woman who knew what she wanted, was not afraid to go out and get it, and now she wanted me.

Meili lay down on the bed on her back, looked at me and said, "Now, Dadd . . . Jack, now, make love to me."

I began kissing her face. First her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then both eyes, then just the corner of mouth. She tried to turn her head so the kiss would be full on, but I pulled back. I kissed her cheek, then gently took her earlobe in my mouth and bit down a little. She moaned. I kissed the other side of her mouth and again she tried to move so it would be a full on kiss, but I next kissed her chin, then dropped down to the little hollow at the base of her throat. She moaned again.

I trailed my tongue down across her chest and started licking her left nipple first. She moaned even louder, and gasped loudly as I sucked her entire breast in my mouth and began really sucking hard.

Meili's breasts were definitely larger than her mom's, but her nipples weren't quite as long. Her nipples were, however, even thicker than her mom's, and apparently also extremely sensitive.

I continued just making love to one breast for 10 minutes or so, then trailed my tongue over to her right breast where I gave it the same loving attention. Meili's hands came up pulled my head down onto her breasts even harder.

I continued licking and sucking that breast for several minutes, then went back to her left breast. By now Meili was moaning almost continually. I continued alternating between her breasts for the next few minutes until I could tell that Meili had reached that point where she had to have relief from the sexual tension that was threatening to overwhelm her senses.

By now she had forgotten her promise to start calling me Jack, was just repeating, over and over, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy."

I moved my head back up, and as our lips met she began kissing me almost desperately. I moved both hands to her breasts, then started pulling her nipples out as far as they would stretch, then twisted each nipple slightly.

Meili became just the second woman I had ever known who could have an orgasm just from what I was doing to her breasts. The first, of course, was her mom.

Meili broke the kiss and cried out, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

I didn't really allow Meili to have a respite, but almost immediately moved between her legs and plunged my tongue as deeply into her as I could. Her hips actually came off the bed for a few seconds before her thighs clamped down on my head and she laced her fingers through my hair.

I was amazed to taste the difference between the two women. Both were delicious, and both tasted similar, but there were subtle differences. I suppose the only way I can describe it is, Meili tasted a little sweeter. Not that Jiao didn't taste sweet, but Meili was just a little sweeter.

After just a few minutes with my tongue as deep inside her as I could push, I moved my head up slightly until I could start licking her clitoral hood, then as her clitoris emerged, I began sucking on it.

Meili's whole body jerked as she started her second orgasm of the night. When she did, I managed to move my hand under her and quickly inserted two fingers into her incredibly wet, hot tunnel. Meili screamed "Oh, Oh, Oh," then had a third orgasm.

Again, I did not allow Meili to have any break, but quickly pushed her legs apart until my penis was lined up with her vagina, then simply buried myself as hard, and as deep as I could.

I had never made love with Jiao like this. With her Mom I usually took my time, and allowed Jiao to recover between each orgasm. Somehow I instinctively knew that Meili wanted it harder, faster, yes, rougher.

I pulled back until just the head of my penis was inside, then slammed in again. By now Meili was no longer capable of speech, only almost animalistic sounds of pleasure. Just a half-a-dozen strokes like this and she has another orgasm and her scream of pleasure is almost deafening.

I finally stop to let her recover, but Meili immediately begins thrusting herself upward, trying to fuck herself on my penis. I resume my assault on her beautiful pussy, thrusting myself as hard, as deep, yes, even as violently as I dare.

What Meili does next surprises me. She grabs my left hand, which had been holding her hip, and sucks a finger deep inside her mouth. Once my finger is wet with her saliva, she pushes my hand down to her butt and urges me to rub her little rosebud. Meili almost immediately begins yelling, "Yes, Yes, Yes," and I shove my index finger into her as hard as I can.

For a brief second Meili stops all motion, then she screams again as she has an incredible orgasm. Even though we have only been fucking for about 10 minutes, and I had already cum twice with her mother, feeling the muscles of her vagina clamp down on me is enough to send me over the edge.

With a roar of my own, I cum deeply inside her, then almost collapse on top of her. I don't know how I kept from really hurting her as her body felt all my weight. I pull my finger out of her butt so I can take some of my weight off of her. I roll us over so Meili is now on top, but I am still inside this incredible young lady.

I am still mostly hard, and almost immediately Meili begins showering my face with her kisses, while gasping, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy." She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and begins sucking my tongue inside her mouth while her hips begin undulating above me.

Before long I am completely hard again, and Meili begins raising herself an inch or two, then gently pushing back down, while moving her hips to one side or another. She stops kissing me, then moves her head down until she can tongue one of my nipples, then starts sucking. When she leans back up to kiss me again I gently squeeze both of her breasts in my hands, and begin moving her nipples between my thumb and index finger. Meili kisses me even harder.

For the next 20 minutes, Meili and I make love as gently, as tenderly as is possible, in stark contrast to what we had been doing. I lost count of the number of times Meili would climax before I finally filled her with my cum again.

Meili put her head on my chest, whispered "Oh, Daddy," and we both fell asleep.

About two hours later I awoke to an incredible feeling. As I looked down I saw Jiao with my penis inside her mouth. As I realized she was actually sucking my flaccid penis, the same penis that had been inside her daughter, and that Jiao could now taste her daughter on me, I couldn't help it . . . I begin to get hard. Then full realization sets in I get embarrassed. There was still a part of me that saw what I had been doing as wrong, and to get turned on knowing my wife could taste her daughter on me . . . well it was both exciting and sexy, yet disturbing.

Jiao stopped, then moved up and kissed me very gently.

"It's okay Jack. I know you are still getting used to it, but it is okay. I have been sharing you with Meili for several years now in my mind, and believe me, if we both did not want this, it would not have happened.

"To be honest Jack, my biggest fear is that you would . . . I don't know . . . think less of me or even hate me for allowing this to happen."

It was my turn to kiss Jiao. "I could never hate you Jiao. I love you so much. There is nothing you could ever do that would make me think less of you and turn away from you."

Jiao and I kissed for several minutes.

"Where is Meili? And how is she?" I finally asked.

"Well, I actually had to help her get to her room," Jiao said, then smiled, "For some reason she could barely walk. I think she will probably sleep for most of the day."

"Were you . . . with us?" I asked, tapping my finger against the side of her head.

Jiao blushed.

"I hadn't planned to be, I wanted this to just be between you and Meili . . . but she made no effort to shield her thoughts. I've got to talk to her about that! God, it was so overwhelming. Now I know what she was going through. I . . . I came every time she did.

"And when you shoved your finger into her bottom . . . into OUR bottom . . . Ohhhhh. It made me regret we didn't try it a little more," Jiao said, blushing a furious red.

Jiao and I had tried anal, but she is so small it was never pleasurable for her. In fact, I had never been able to get more than the tip of my penis inside her before I had to stop because I knew it was hurting her too much.

"What are you thinking now, Jack?" Jiao asked. "I can't really read your thoughts too well this morning."

I smiled.

"I was just wondering if ALL Chinese women are as crazy as the two of you, or if I just happened to find the two craziest Chinese women in the world," I answered.

Jiao tried to look stern and menacing. "Didn't I warn you what could happen to you if you called us 'crazy Chinese women'?" she said.

I laughed, then kissed my wife deeply.

"Now, I want to make love to my beautiful wife. My CRAZY, beautiful wife," I said.

"No, Jack," she answered, "I told you last night that I was going to screw your capitalistic brains out until you needed the senior citizens discount, and now I am going to show you just how CRAZY your wife can be."

Jiao scooted down on the bed and again took my penis deep into her mouth, then throat. Once I was as hard as steel, she straddled my hips, then began lowering herself onto me.

I groaned.

Meili wasn't much bigger than Jiao, but had endured natural childbirth twice. Meili had been born through a C-section, so Jiao was still as tight as, actually tighter than any woman I had ever known. At times, like now, when I hadn't spent a while getting her loosened up, it almost hurt me to feel Jiao ease down onto me. I can't even imagine what it must have felt like to Jiao.
"Like a baseball bat," Jiao said, above me, "it hurts . . . but it hurts SOOOO good!"

Jiao gasped once I was fully inside her.

"CRAZY Chinese woman," I thought to myself, "but a CRAZY Chinese woman that I love more than life itself."

"Now I will show you CRAZY," Jiao said, and begin lifting herself up and inch or two, then slammed back against me. She groaned even louder.

"Crazy," she lifted herself again just a little higher, then slammed back down, "crazy," and repeated her actions, again just a little higher than before, "crazy."

It wasn't long before Jiao had her first orgasm, then it became more comfortable for both of us.

Jiao has always fucked herself much harder when she is on top, and really outdid herself this morning. I was beginning to be afraid that both mother and daughter would have trouble walking later in the day.

"You are the one who is not going to be able to walk," she gasped, "not when I get through with you."

For the next 20 minutes, Jiao was like a wild animal, twisting and slamming herself down onto me. Finally, I could tell that even her incredible legs were getting tired, so I grabbed her butt in both hands, then rolled over until I was on top.

I had always been afraid of hurting Jiao. God, I loved her so much, and the thought of causing her any kind of pain was simply intolerable to me. But today I made love to Jiao harder, more forcefully than I had ever dared to do in the past. And apparently she loved the increased activity because soon she was also just making animalistic sounds of pleasure.

I knew I was getting close and then Jiao did something that really shocked me. My left hand was squeezing her breast, none too gently, when she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her mouth. She immediately started sucking my finger, and once it was covered in her saliva, she pushed my hand down to her butt.

"Now, Jack, now!" she gasped.

I began rubbing her little rosebud with my finger.

"NOW, Jack, NOW!" she again gasped.

I shoved my finger deep into her bottom. Almost immediately Jiao tensed, then her entire body started trembling and she screamed as a massive orgasm hit her. Almost simultaneously, I think I also screamed as I began flooding her insides with my cum.

It couldn't have been but a heartbeat later we both heard Meili scream from the other side of the house.

Even if the midst of our mutual orgasm, Jiao and I grinned at each other.

I pulled my finger out of her bottom, then rolled both Jiao and I over until she was on top, then we both fell asleep.

I don't think I can remember a time, in at least the past 10 years, when Jiao hasn't gotten up at five am sharp. She never bothers to set a clock since her internal clock always wakes her up.

I woke up and Jiao was still laying on top of me. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and when I glanced over at the clock beside the bed, I was astounded to see it was nearly 11 am. Jiao and I had been sleeping for at least eight hours.

My first thought, after again simply admiring the incredible beauty sleeping beside me, was of Lin and April. They should have been up for hours, should have been fed, and should be playing and making their usual unholy racket.

Almost instantly I heard Meili yell, "It's okay Daddy. I got them up, I fed them, I dressed them, and I have been playing outside with them all morning. Now you and Mom both owe me BIG TIME!"

I couldn't help but grin. Then I slowly began moving my hand up and down Jiao's naked back, from her shoulders down to her still incredibly firm butt.

I could feel Jiao began to wake up as she started stretching like a cat. Slowly I saw one eye open and saw her grin at me as she saw me watching her. The pure love coming out of that one eye was almost heart-stopping. Then I saw her glance over at the clock, and as she realized it was now 11:10 she gasped and sat up in bed.

"Lin? Apr . . .?" she started, then I could tell she was listening. "Thanks, Meili," she said out loud, I suspect for my benefit.

Jiao started to lay back down beside me, then stopped and put both hands against my face.

"Last night . . . last night was the best EVER!" she declared, then leaned over and kissed me.

"Want to take a shower together?" I asked with a grin.

"Sorry, can't," Jiao said, with her own grin, "Meili just told me she is unleashing the Golden Horde." I knew from my military history classes that the Golden Horde was the name given to the invading army of Genghis Khan that had conquered nearly the whole known world back in antiquity.

I could suddenly hear the thundering footsteps, and blood-curdling screams of the invading army as Lin and April ran to our bedroom, then threw themselves atop me and Jiao.

We laughed, we tickled, we played, and we made faces at each other and kept laughing and laughing. Finally, some 30 minutes later, Jiao made the girls go and get washed and ready for lunch. As they dutifully left the room, Meili walked in with the biggest grin I think I have ever seen.

She walked over to the bed, hugged her Mom, and then gave me a big hug.

"Mom, Dad, how is it that you can think you love someone more than life itself," she began, "then one morning you wake up and realize that now you love them 10 times, 100 times, 1,000 times more than you did the day before?

"That's how much I love both of you. And Mom was right Daddy, last night was the best EVER!"

I think we were all beginning to get a little misty-eyed . . . maybe a LOT misty-eyed, before we all hugged each other again, then Jiao and I got up and threw some clothes on so we could feed the Golden Horde.

After eating, we all went back outside where we played together for an hour or so, until Lin and April started yawning.

Before going back inside to put the kids to bed for their afternoon nap, Jiao and Meili walked up to me and Jiao put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Damn near broke a couple of ribs!

"Jack, remember after our first night together, the next morning after we made love for the first time at the little underground shelter in the Meadow?" Jiao said. "I told you something that next morning, and I want you to know I mean it just as much now, as I did way back then."

She put her head against my chest, then gave a sniff.

"Jack you stink!" she said, then both she and Meili broke up laughing.

"Jack, why don't you and Meili take a bath together in our big walk-in shower?" she asked, as Meili gasped. "Besides I'm a little sore today and will need a while to recover. Someone tried to screw my brains out last night – and damn near did."

Meili and Jiao hugged, then I heard Meili say, "Mom, I love you so much. But you aren't the only one a little sore. He also tried to screw my brains out . . . and damn near did."

"Yes, Honey, I know," Jiao answered, "but you are a lot younger and will recover quicker. Besides Jack has ways of making you forget how sore you are."

Jiao kissed us Meili on the cheek, then gave me a toe-curling kiss, and quickly pushed us away. Meili and I walked hand-in-hand back inside, and were soon in my shower with the water cascading over us.

I think I spent about 10 minutes just washing Meili's breasts, paying a LOT of attention to her incredible nipples. Meili was, by now, moaning non-stop but finally pushed my hands away before dropping to her knees and taking my penis inside her mouth.

It was so wonderful, watching the water beat against her long, long hair, and feeling what her lips and tongue were capable of doing to me. Soon she took me inside her throat while playing with my balls. Meili then moved one hand to my backside, and began rubbing against my anus. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, she pushed one tiny finger inside me.

This is something that Jiao, in fact no one, had ever done to me! Soon that first tiny finger was joined by another. The feeling was indescribable. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but soon that feeling passed.

It was then that something even more incredible happened. I clearly heard Meili tell me that this was what she wanted me to do to her – but not just with my fingers! My penis was still buried in her throat, so I knew Meili was not "talking," but for the first time I received a clear message via her ESP.

The combined feelings were simply overwhelming. My penis was inside her mouth and she kept taking it deep into her throat, two of her fingers were inside my anus, massaging me, and the mental image of my making love to her beautiful ass soon had me cumming as hard, if not harder, than ever.

When I began cumming, and the muscles around my anus begin involuntarily clenching around her two fingers, it caused such a heightened sensation I think I nearly blacked out for a few seconds.

When I recovered enough to realize where I was, Meili was still sucking my now flaccid penis, and still had both fingers deep inside me. She finally pulled her head back some, releasing my penis and slowly, very slowly began to withdraw her fingers from my bottom, but was still twisting her hand back and forth a little.

I was gasping, and by the time her fingers slipped out of me I was nearly hard again.

We quickly finished showering, then dried off before I picked up Meili in my arms and carried her back to my bed. First, though, Meili opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. When I saw that, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation.

I gently laid Meili down on my bed, then gently covered her face with kisses before moving downward where I began making love to her breasts and incredible nipples. Within 10 minutes she had her first orgasm just from my playing with her breasts.

I continued leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and abdomen before finally arriving at her glorious, waxed vagina. I licked, kissed and sucked every part of her into my mouth, before plunging my tongue as deeply into Meili as I could.

By now Meili is just mewling and gasping, and when I flattened my tongue and began licking her clitoris she had an orgasm. I continued for another 10 or 15 minutes, bringing her to a number of other orgasms before I finally pushed her legs back against her chest.

Meili grabbed a pillow and handed it to me, and I pushed it under her lower back, raising her butt off the bed. Meili put a hand behind each knee and pulled her legs back, exposing every part of herself to me.

I began by simply rimming her little rosebud with my tongue. When Meili felt the contact she gasped loudly, then began whispering, "Yes, Daddy, Yes, Jack, Yes, Daddy." I continued licking all around her little anus for several minutes before finally pushing my tongue inside her. The taste was . . . different . . . but I can't say it was unpleasant.

When she felt my tongue enter her, Meili's legs began trembling, then she had another orgasm.

"Now, Jack, now, Jack, now Daddy," she cried out loud.

After allowing her to come down a little, I reached over and opened the Vaseline, then stuck one finger inside to coat it. I lightly began rubbing against her anus before slowly pushing a finger inside her incredibly tight bottom.

I could tell that Meili was not even breathing as my finger pushed ever deeper inside her. When I finally had my finger completely inside, Meili finally took a breath, then started whispering, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

I slowly pulled my finger out about halfway, then pushed back in with a little twist. Meili's legs were beginning to tremble again and I knew she was close to another orgasm, so I moved my head up and sucked her clitoris inside my mouth. She softly screamed as another orgasm racked her tiny little body.

I again allowed her to come back to earth before resuming the fingering of her anus. I could feel her muscles relax, since it was a lot easier to move my finger in and out. After several more minutes of just carefully trying to stretch her little bottom, I withdrew my finger, prompting Meili to start protesting, "No, No Daddy, don't stop."

I leaned down and kissed her clitoris, causing Meili to jump before pushing another finger inside the jar of Vaseline.

I again pushed that first finger deep inside Meili, causing her to gasp, then began trying to work the other finger into her tight bottom. I honestly thought I would never be able to do it. I finally got just the fingernail of my second finger inside Meili when I looked up and could see the pain contorting her face, and the tears coming from her eyes.

"No," I thought to myself, "I am hurting Meili. I can't do this."

I was just starting to pull my finger out of her when Meili sat partly up, reached down and grasped the hand that was trying to push my fingers inside her.

Even though her lips never moved, I could clearly hear Meili's angry demand: "Don't you DARE stop now Daddy. Don't you dare stop now or I will never speak to you again."

She is trying to pull my fingers inside her.

"Just . . . give . . . me . . . a . . . second . . . Jack," she gasped in my mind. Then incredibly I could feel the muscles relax and Meili pulled my two fingers deep into her bottom.

"Yes, Daddy," I heard Meili say out loud, "Yes, Yes."

I began moving those two fingers inside her, stretching Meili as much as I could. She was still incredibly tight, even dangerously tight. I knew my penis was bigger than those two fingers. How would I ever get it inside her?

I continued to move those two fingers in and out, twisting them as much as I could. After several minutes I again clearly heard Meili in my mind, "Now, Jack, now. I am ready. I want YOU inside me."

I was afraid to move those two fingers, so I reached over with my other hand and grabbed the jar of Vaseline and just shoved my penis into it. Once it was coated, I put the jar down and moved into position.

As I slowly began to withdraw my fingers, I began pushing my penis into my daughter's butt. I had the head almost inside her when I felt her muscles beginning to push back.

"Just . . . a . . . second," she said, then suddenly all resistance was gone. Because I was still pushing against Meili, suddenly half my dick was now inside her.

Meili screamed, and I looked up expecting to see pain etching her face and tears. Yes, there were tears streaming down her face, but rather than the pain I thought I would see I saw the most incredible smile. The tears were tears of joy, not pain.

"All of you Daddy," she said out loud, and I pushed in again until I was completely inside Meili's butt. I was completely inside my daughter's ass!

Jiao has always been the tightest woman I have ever been inside of, but Meili's bottom was even tighter. Meili finally let go of her legs to wrap them around my waist. As her legs moved, that caused her butt to move, changing my position inside her slightly. Meili gasped again, then squeezed her legs around me.

Meili reached up and grabbed my head and pulled it down to hers. Our lips met, then our tongues were inside each other's mouths.

I slowly began to withdraw, but rather than withdraw, Meili's entire body started sliding down. She was so tight on me, I had to push against her hips to actually be able to pull out. I pulled half way back, then pushed in again slowly as Meili began gasping again.

Gradually I began pulling back more until only the head of my penis was inside, then pushing back inside. Long, slow strokes. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

This was absolutely the tightest, hottest woman I had ever been inside. Combined with the almost mythical twin "taboos" of incest and anal sex, I could feel my balls already starting to draw up. I desperately wanted Meili to have her orgasm first, but I knew if I tried to increase my speed I would probably just bring myself off faster.

I held it longer than I thought possible. I held it until it was actually causing me intense pain. Finally, I could hold it no longer. With a roar I came inside my daughter, filling her rectum with my cum.

Once she felt my cum, that was enough to push Meili over the edge. She screamed as her muscles clamped down on me. A heartbeat later, we both heard Jiao's answering scream.

Even in the midst of our own overpowering orgasms, once we heard Jiao scream Meili and I grinned at each other.

I just held Meili against me for several minutes before I finally pulled out. She gasped when she felt me leave her, and I watched as cum began leaking from her still gaping anus.

I laid down beside my daughter for a while, just holding her against me. I could feel her love for me just from holding her.

Finally, reluctantly, I got out of bed, and almost fell down. My knees were more than a little shaky. Once I was able to walk, I made my way to the bathroom where I started the water in the shower, then walked back into the bathroom and picked Meili up. I knew she probably wouldn't be able to walk for a while.

Once we were in the shower, I directed the water towards the long bench covering one wall, then gently began washing Meili. She was almost putty in my hands. Our love-making had been so incredibly intense I knew it would take her a while to recover.

Once I had washed her back, chest and stomach, well I gently turned her over onto my knees and began washing her backside and vagina, removing the Vaseline and our combined cum.

Once I had her clean and all the soap removed, I gently put her back in my lap and we sat there for quite a while with the water just cascading over us. Meili's head was resting against my chest.

"Daddy, will you always love me and Mom this much?" she finally asked.

I thought for a few minutes before answering.

"Actually, Meili, I hope that I will love you both even more than I do now," I said.

Meili didn't say anything for a while. Then she leaned up and kissed me very gently, very tenderly on the lips.

"Daddy, I don't know if I can stand being loved more than I am right now," she said, then grinned, "but I am willing to find out."

We sat there for a few more minutes, just holding each other until I carefully moved Meili onto the bench and turned off the water. I grabbed a couple of towels and dried us both off, then picked up my daughter and carried her back to my bedroom.

When I walked in, Jiao was waiting for us. She had already changed the sheets, and I gently put Meili down on our bed. Jiao walked over to me and kissed me, then whispered, "I don't care HOW much it hurts . . . we ARE going to try that again." I knew she meant anal sex.

Meili was already almost asleep, but roused herself enough to ask, "Mommy, Daddy, can I sleep with both of you?"

I got in the middle of the bed, with Meili on one side and her head resting on one shoulder. Jiao was on the other side with her head resting on my other shoulder.

Meili was almost instantly asleep, but Jiao leaned up and kissed me deeply, with a lot of tongue.

"I will probably have to get up in a little while, once Lin and April wake up. But I want YOU to get a LOT of sleep because I have BIG plans for you tonight."

I grinned at my beautiful wife, then we both fell asleep. I don't remember Jiao getting up since it was several hours later before I woke up. Meili was still sleeping beside me, still with her head on my shoulder. One arm was thrown across my chest.

I carefully got up so as to not wake her, then put some clothes on to go find my wife.

Jiao, Lin and April were all outside, and when they saw me the Golden Horde, now numbering three strong, attacked me. Soon they had me flat on my back in the grass, and all three were climbing all over me.

"Daddy thinks Chinese women are all crazy," Jiao told the girls. "What do you say to that?"

Lin and April started growling, then jumping up and down like monkeys. Of course they were jumping up and down on my stomach. I started tickling all three, and we took turns chasing each other all over the yard. Jiao kissed me so many times that day.
Eventually, it was time for dinner and, despite the girls' protests, we headed back inside. I started cooking while Jiao was giving the girls a bath. After eating, we played for a long time in the living room, but soon it was time for the girls to go to bed.

After they were asleep, Jiao and I headed to the living room, with a glass of wine each. We just sat down, side-by-side on the couch. I could tell something was bothering Jiao.

I took her glass of wine, then gently kissed her.

"What is it, Jiao, what is bothering you?" I asked.

"Jack, you know how much I love my job, how much I love working at Oak Ridge?" she asked and I nodded yes, "But . . ." she said, then was silent.

"But," I continued for her, "in less than eight months Meili will have triplets, and by then Lin will be five and April will be three. That means we will have five children five years old and under in this house."

"Yes, Jack, and I suddenly realized that I want to be a full-time mom and grandmother. Oh, God, I can't believe I am going to be a grandmother," she said.

"The youngest looking and most beautiful grandmother in the history of grandmothers," I said, "and I know because I am a history professor."

She kissed me.

"I like that comment a lot more than the 'senior citizens' comment," she said with a grin, then kissed me again.

"By the way, Jack, Meili and I both love the names you have picked out. Meili especially loves the name for the girl," Jiao said.

That rather surprised me.

"But I haven't picked out any names yet," I protested. "Yes, I have thought about some names, but I just found out yesterday Meili was pregnant."

"No, Jack, you have picked out some names, but you are afraid to really think about it too much in case Meili might object. I can tell you Jack, not only does she not object, she loves the names," Jiao added.

"Samuel Wilson Collins, after your father and brother," Jiao said, "and Theodore Roosevelt Rutledge Collins, after the man who was like a second father to you.

"And then there is the name for the girl," Jiao said. "Ivy Jiao Collins. Ivy, because you have always liked that name . . . what was she, your girlfriend in the high school? The first girl you ever kissed? (I blushed) And Jiao because you kind of like someone else with that name?"

"It's a LOT more than 'kind of like' someone with that name," I growled at her, then kissed my beautiful wife.

I asked Jiao if she could explain something to me, and she said, "of course," then asked what.

"When we met, you were telling me about your ESP. You said you couldn't control it, couldn't make it work when you wanted to, that it just sort of happened on its own?"

She nodded, "yes."

"Now, it seems like you and Meili are constantly in contact with each other, and rather than in the old days when you could just get a sense of my feelings, now you both can usually tell exactly, word for word, what I am thinking? It's more like telepathy now."

"You can thank . . . or blame . . . Meili for that," Jiao said. "Do you remember I once told you that Meili was showing greater power, earlier than I did? Well, when we were separated for those months, while she was in Australia and I was here, I was astounded how much stronger she had become in just a few months.

"It wasn't long after we all got together, that her ESP started affecting my powers as well, making me stronger. After she nearly died, her powers jumped tremendously again, doubled at least. To tell you the truth, if wasn't for you and the girls, Meili and I wouldn't even need to talk out loud. Even over a distance of 10 or 20 miles, we can still hear each other. When either of us is a little nervous about something, it is also easier to talk though."

"Earlier today, I heard Meili in my head three times, talking to me as clearly as I am talking to you now," I said. "How is that possible?"

"I've told you before Jack, I think you also have some ESP. You didn't believe me, but for you to hear her it proves I was right – as usual," she said with a big smile. "And I think Meili's powers are affecting yours as well. You are also getting stronger."

"What . . . what does it feel like when I am making love to Meili?" I finally asked. That question had really been bugging me. "How can it be so strong that you screamed like you did today?"

"I had actually been wondering that myself, ever since Meili called me, that first time, after she had an orgasm while at MIT," Jiao said. "I really didn't understand it, how it could be that intense. Last night, and especially this morning, showed me just how intense it could be.

"Jack, I don't know if I can explain. This morning, when you finally entered her, when you finally managed to penetrate her bottom . . . Jack, I was with Meili in her mind, and I felt EVERYTHING, just as much as she did. At times, it really hurt . . but it was such a good hurt. When you began cumming inside her, I actually felt your penis expand inside us. I felt your head expand and felt every bit of cum inside US.

"But even more than that, I felt every single thing inside my body as well. You were in Meili, but you were in me at the same time. It was the most intense feeling I have ever had. I couldn't help but scream."

I was silent for a long time.

"Go ahead and ask Jack," Jiao finally said. "I know it is troubling you."

"Doesn't it bother you . . . when I am with Meili? Doesn't it bother you that I am making love to another woman . . . your own daughter?" I finally got the words out.

Jiao leaned over and gave me one of her patented toe-curling kisses before answering.

"Jack, I suppose if a woman were to be honest with herself, she would probably have to ask herself daily, 'Does my husband really love me,' or is this just a convenient way of having sex, a clean house, a family, food on the table? How does a woman know her husband really loves HER, and not just something that she can do for him?

"I may be the luckiest woman on earth, because I NEVER have to ask myself that question. Years ago, I heard the thought in your head when you said, 'Every day, for the rest of my life,' and I answered you the same way. That, by the way, was the first time I ever actually heard someone else's thoughts. I knew then.

"I couldn't be jealous of you and Meili if I wanted to, because I know how much you love ME! And I know that if I were to say to you and Meili right now – and she is awake and listening to me – no more, then I know I would never have to worry about it.

"Because of this power we share, Meili is just as much a part of me as my right arm. And I am just as much a part of her. We share a connection that I don't think any other mother and daughter on earth have ever shared.

"I couldn't be jealous of Meili any more than I could be jealous of . . . well, my right hand because it writes better than my left hand. Would I cut off my right hand, because it can do something my left hand can't?

"Meili can give you something I can't. She can give you a son. Actually sons in this case. And in the future, if both of you want another one, or a dozen more, I will still love you both just as much, and love your children just as much."

I think at that point, if any of my old Marie Corps buddies could see me, they would probably have started laughing at what a softy I had become.

Listening to Jiao's words unleashed a flood of tears.

And contrary to what anyone might think, these tears were not a source of shame or embarrassment.

They were tears of pride, tears of strength, and most importantly, tears of love.

"Come on, Jack, let's go to bed," Jiao said, as she stood up and grabbed my hand.

"I left that jar of Vaseline on the nightstand for us."