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Well, got some new ideas, but unfortunately these new chapters don't quite have the same feel to them. I can't seem to make them work any better though, so...my apologies.

I'm not really experienced at setting up a story.

Also, sorry for typos. My keyboard's dying.

Chapter 13 --Labels.--

When Calin and dad finally woke up, i surprised them with a big breakfast of chicken, eggs, bacon, toast and salad. Calin probably needed it all too after expending so much last night. Dad offered to try to do the dishes while I saw Calin out the door, so we left him in the kitchen. I felt a little sad...I didn't want Calin to go. He didnt want to leave either, but he had to.

"I'll stop by when I can," he whispered, hugging me.

"No pressure...come by whenever."

He smirked at me. "Even if you're having sex with your employer?"

I blanched; how'd he know?!

"It's okay Anne, I don't mind. I smelled you all over his bed, kinda put two and two together. It's normal."

That didn't make me any less embarrassed, but... "Yeah...I just..." He rubbed my back gently, making my wings involuntarily relax.

"Anne...I probably shouldn't, but...can I give you a lick down there before I go?" he whispered even softer. It was an odd request, but he was a canine so it was probably an urge of his. And it turned me on. I shimmied my underwear down under my skirt, and he knelt and slowly rolled my skirt up, nuzzling my thigh and hugging my waist as he made his way up to my exposed pussy. He paused, breathing me in as he nestled his head in the crook of my thigh, then I had to stifle a moan as he slowly, lovingly ran his tongue between my labia, his lips giving my clit a suckling kiss. He stood up again slowly, pulling my underwear up back to where it was supposed to be. I took him by surprise as I knelt in turn, pulling his pants down, his penis already hardening for me. I couldn't help nuzzling his balls and taking in his rich, spicy musk down there, then trailing up his shaft to nuzzle and kiss the head of his penis before taking some of it in my mouth to give him a returning suckling kiss. A sweet drop of pre rewarded me for my efforts, but as much as I longed to continue and suck him off, that was all I should take for now. I pulled his pants back up and he hugged me, murring in his chest. When he pulled back and looked me in the eyes I leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"Thanks...for everything..."

He nuzzled my nose. "Not a problem. I love you Anne." With that he turned and headed outside to his daily work. I just stood there, staring at the door, my tongue rolling around slowly in my mouth, trying to get every last bit of flavor of his pre.

What was I doing...I loved my dad, but now...Calin... Wanting to clear my head I went back into the kitchen to find dad sitting on a chair looking exhausted.

"Dad?"

He started and looked up at me, then smiled and shook his head. "Sorry...I think I pushed myself a little too much coming down here for breakfast. It was delicious though, thank you."

I went over to him and sat on his lap, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around me. We just sat there in silence, cuddling on the chair, until a question started burning at me. "Dad...how...how do you handle loving two people?"

He chuckled softly and kissed the top of my head. "It's difficult, sweetie, but if you feel they're both meant for you, things will work out." He sighed, rubbing my back. "I'm proud of you Anne."

"...For...what?"

He gave me a playful squeeze. "I'm happy for you and Calin."

What the-?? "How...how did you...?"

He smiled at me. "I know you've been trying your hardest to keep your own secrets Anne, but...it's better just to tell us. I knew you were falling for him, and you two...weren't exactly quiet last night."

A sigh escaped me. "I'm sorry dad... I didn't want to cheat on you but...I wanted to reward him for doing so much..."

"Hey..." His voice lowered with concern. "Anne, look at me. You're not cheating on me if you love Calin. I know what's going on in your head, so let me tell you this. I love you Anne, you're my daughter and nothing will ever change that." He hugged me tightly, rocking me gently. "I love you so much, and I'm happy to see you trying to build your own life. Don't worry about your relationship with him affecting me. If you want to move on it's fine."

"But...I don't want to move on. I want you too...I love you dad, and...I wanna be mates with you someday..."

He rubbed my back again. "Then I'll be your mate when you feel the time is right. And you can have Calin too. There's nothing saying he and I can't share you or that you can't love two males." He leaned me back a bit and looked me square in the eyes sternly. "However, it's not fair to Calin if you keep the fact that your employer and lover is your father. If you really do want him and love him, you need to fill him in on the details."

"I know...but...I...I don't want to lose him..."

"It's better to lose a friend to upfront truth than to a blowup over concealed secrets. Besides..." he whispered, kissing me softly, "he talked to me while he was tending to me...he's very enamored with you. He said that around you he feels a completion he's never felt before."

That made me blush heavily....here I was, after 18 years of hell, making others feel better? It felt like everything was moving too fast...but hell, who am I to question it? Dad and Calin together made me feel whole, all I had to do was...

What?

As dad hugged me and continued to gently rock me, I felt confused. How could I divide myself between them? How much would I have to do to hold up my end of the deal if...

Meh. Maybe I was overthinking it.

Calin didn't come back for another two days, but it didn't matter. That night, things changed.

Alfred returned.

I can no longer really call him "the caretaker", as that title fell on me when he wheeled in through the door. His complication in the hospital had apparently been a bad fall on his lower back; he couldn't walk properly anymore due to nerve damage. He could stand, and toddle a bit, but he could no longer take strides more than about five or ten degrees of leg rotation. How the hell that's possible, I have no idea, nor was he keen on telling me. In fact, he didn't speak at all. He wouldn't even so much as look at me; the first thing he did once the aide left us was to wheel himself to his painting area and lock himself in the room. He still had that pensive feeling to him that made me put my guard up around him, reverting to the bitter, quiet girl he'd left me as. It was painful on a number of levels...

I had to be quiet.

I had to take care of him and my dad now.

He looked so pained and upset.

He looked so...lonely.

It was almost as if being home was torturing him. When he finally got out of his paint closet around dinnertime, he made no eye contact, barely even acknowledging I existed. Not one single word or indication of thanks for the meal. Either he was being an asshole, or he was preoccupied by something painful.

His eyes practically screamed the latter.

Fortunately, prior to my occupation here, Alfred had set up his room in one of the bedrooms not too far down the hall from the kitchen, so he was able to wheel himself there. Able to, but he didn't. I had to push his wheelchair there, as he'd fallen asleep on his dinner plate after staring at its lack of contents for half an hour after he'd finished. I'd offered seconds, but it seemed I didn't exist to him. He woke up in him bedroom as I brought him up by the bed; he was heavy but I managed to get him out of the wheelchair and onto his bed. I don't know if he was appreciative of my thoughtfulness or if he was still in his own little world...didn't matter to me though.

Something was wrong...he was probably taking it hard that he couldn't walk anymore and had to spend the rest of his days of mobility in a wheelchair. He probably just needed some space. I gave him plenty of space, heading upstairs to dad's room, finding him half-asleep in front of some lined papers full of music notes and scribbled lines.

"Hey Anne...just finishing up some composition. It's been about a year since I last wrote but I finally got something...I think. How's Alfred?"

I just shook my head.

"Hard blow...first the knife, now he can't walk...it's gonna take him a while to come to terms." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. I silently stripped behind him and came up to his chair, naked with my nightgown draped over my shoulder. He turned around and looked me over. "Anne...with this stuff wrong with him, I thin it's about time I tell you what's going on." Patting his lap, he beckoned me to sit, so I did, purring as his hands gently took my breasts and began to knead them tenderly. "Alfred, my brother and your uncle, has always been a bit of a pain in the ass. He's got a brilliant mind and he's very creative, but he's always been a little...well, socially stunted." Taking my nipples between his fingers and thumbs he made me moan softly, tweaking them. "Mmmm...you're so adorable when you're happy... but that's another thing. He doesn't like seeing others happy because he's never found happiness of his own. Not the deep, lasting, fulfilling happiness we all seek."

"Like we have?" I asked. He nodded and kissed my cheek. "With you daddy, and with Calin...with both of you, I feel so..."

"Complete?" I nodded. "I feel the same way with you, Anne." His smile faded. "Alfred cannot know though. It's...complicated, with him."

"But what do you suspect with him?" I asked, reaching down to affectionately stroke his penis as it throbbed against my thigh. Moving my legs I slid him up to my vagina and let him sink in, sitting there and enjoying the fullness of being stretched around my father's penis.

"During the war, Alfred was commissioned to restore damaged paintings and safeguard them. His skill with a paintbrush and mimicry is a true gift; when he was 8 he first started painting, and by the time he was 13 he created such an accurate copy of the Mona Lisa from Ancient Earth that experts couldn't tell the difference between the two, save for the chipped and faded paint of the original. So, his skills were and are still widely known in the art community. Unfortunately...shortly after his first few commissions, someone broke in and stole all his work. So he hired some protection. And...that's where things began to get weird."

I was silent, slowly grinding my hips subtly back and forth against him.

"I was often called upon for my wits in politics and organization. Not to pat myself on the back but I'm actually really famous for it. But, fame brings hatred, and when you end up as a high-standing individual, you end up earning your own place on someone's hitlist. I've had any number of attempts on my life. So, in a way, Alfred and I both required this protection he'd hired." He glanced down at my hips and smiled softly. "You really enjoy having a penis in you, don't you?"

I smiled back and nodded, clenching myself around him teasingly. He chuckled and gave me a quick hug, running his fingers through my hair.

"If Alfred starts eyeing you, tell me. He's got a problem with voyeurism. Which kinda ties in with the continuation; your mother and I started getting really involved with each other, which...I guess pissed off Alfred, because he started spying on us. Incest is nothing new to us, when we were kids he and I and our sisters would have nightly romps, so watching each other have sex or being watched was as normal as clothing, but there was this...gleam in his eye that I didn't like. Since he was the caretaker for this place, though, I couldn't really say anything to him about it. The thefts began to slow down and break-ins became rare, but he would always shut himself away and he started to really become a recluse in this mansion. He was always bitter, and when I asked him about his painting, he wouldn't answer."

"That's still not much to be suspicious of other than sibling rivalry," I said, trying to make sense of it.

"True, but something didn't sit right so one night I took a turn voyeuring on him. He was dealing with shady people in the middle of the night. That right there was a red flag, because even though he'd been socially dumb most of his life, he was one of the most honest people I knew...I thought I could trust him, but he was trading things in the dead of night and avoiding me. Ever since then I've been trying to figure out what he's been up to...and I think those labels hold the answer." He pressed his hips off the chair, sinking deeper into me. "Wanna go take a look at those photos you took, or shall we...?"

"Mmm...I'm still full of Calin's semen, I think I can wait a little bit more." I slowly got off his lap, loving the feeling of his veiny length scraping along my inner walls, then I quickly bent over his lap and gave his penis a long, loving, suckling kiss. Call me a slut if you wish, but I love my dad's penis. I helped him out of the chair and he led me over to another desk, moving the papers off and cramming them in a nearby shelf, then he lifted the lid to expose a lot of electronic devices inside, including a larger hologram projector.

"Lemme get the wires rerouted for the camera." He leaned in; I could hear the metal sounds of things popping and sliding apart. "So Anne, if I may ask, how is Calin? Am I...comparable?"

I couldn't help blushing. "Well...he's...he's a lot longer than you are, but he's not as thick, and he doesn't have a knot. But he's so cuddly and soft and...it felt so good when he got his entire penis inside me...I mean, it hurt like hell but it still felt so wonderful..."

"You mean, he penetrated your cervix?" he asked, linking some wires together.

"Yeah, and he came in my womb three times before I had him pull out."

"Sounded pretty passionate."

"Mmmm...he had a LOT of semen...it felt and tasted so good..." Noticing his shaft still erect I giggled. "Can I suck you off while you do that?"

He laughed. "As tempting as that is, we already agreed to do it later. Want me to inflate your womb again?"

"Hell yes."

"Then let's wait a while." He hissed through is teeth when a sharp crackle sounded. "Ouch...okay, finally. Got the camera?"

I handed it to him. While he was hooking it up, a though occurred to me. "Dad...you said you had sex with your siblings...did...did you and...your brother?"

"Yes. Even though we're straight, we did sometimes enjoy a little deviation, at least before we matured and found ourselves vastly preferring our sisters. We used to do it because our sisters wanted to see us do it, but it felt good, which was even more incentive. When we started going through puberty though, we lost the interest almost entirely."

"And...have you...after that?"

He sighed, getting up out of the desk. "Yes...Alfred was curious to see if it would help me wit my depression a few years after I lost my wife...so we...we did it, but I couldn't get off from it, and neither could he. It was also then that we found my fragility, the stimulation almost gave me a heart attack."

"Couldn't get off from it?"

He chuckled and turned to me. "Do you know about...well...that stuff?"

"Vaguely."

"Well, at first Alfred wanted to see if him doing me...anally...would at least help cheer me up a little or drive off the depression, so for old times' sake I agreed. I can't deny, it felt wonderful, but it also felt...wrong. So he let me do him when we found we couldn't get off...and that too failed when we both found ourselves not really enjoying it. That was...geez...fourteen or fifteen years go." Tapping his fingers on the desk he smiled. "Since I've just told you about me...how was...your brother? When did you two first...?"

I blushed and looked down shyly. "When I was eight...I was being bullied, and to cheer me up...he asked if I wanted to...try mating with him. His penis felt so good, especially when he hugged me...and...I guess I got addicted. Two years later we were having sex every single night and whenever we could sneak it in, and then he started producing semen when he ejaculated...I loved sucking him off for a quick snack...and being knotted to him and falling asleep with his knot in me...it really helped me get through those years."

He smiled at me. "Just like your mother..." he whispered, then turned back to the projector. "Okay, let's see what we have here." When he turned the camera on, a set of the last five images popped up. Selecting the ost recent one he magnified it, then with a few turns of dials he amplified the image's contrast, causing the letters to stand out quite well. "These...these lines don't mk sense. It's almost as if...they're pieces of text or something, this line here starts mid-sentence."

Looking at it and thinking back to the first one I'd tried reading, a thought occurred to me... "Dad, what if...the labels are supposed to be lined up?"

He looked at me in confusion, then lined up the images. "Like this?"

"No no, like..." I read a few of them; the third and fourth ones looked like they read into each other, fou into three. "Here, if you look at this line, it continues perfectly from the fourth image into the third, so..." Putting my finger through the hologram I dragged the pieces together so they were side by side. Dad's eyes widened.

"I see now...and then the second lines...but those don't match up at all."

My mind churned. "Well..maybe for the second line there's a different arrangement? And then another for the third?"

He stared at them, thinking, then smirked. "I see...a coding pattern. And anyone who has the pattern key will know how to arrange these to read it. We'll need all the labels."

"I got about half of the ones I could find in his office, though he has a TON of them. There are about...I think fifteen images here, I couldn't fit any more in the coldbox."

He smiled and took my hand, giving me a gentle squeeze. "Anne, thank you. Assuming Alfred even knows about these, it'll give me a better glimpse into his activities..." Looking at the holograms again his smile faded. "I really hope it's just my imagination and a bunch of coincidences...but looking at these lines...these look like the writings of a terrorist organization."

My uncle Alfred...a terrorist?

As usual I was silent, working this over in my head. He didn't seem like a terrorist at all...but then again, you can't judge a book by its cover. And all I'd seen of him was the front he put up around me, much like all he knew of me was the bitter front I put up before him. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage to delve deeper into this for Dad...