Dear Diary Ch. 04

"Michael, I'm not the one you need to apologize to. I didn't get beat up remember?" Susan told him, being slightly sarcastic as she looked at him. He held back from responding to her tone.

"Ok, fine, I'll try and give them one tomorrow, I...I don't think I can give him one tonight." He said as he played with his food, not looking at her. He sighed and dropped his fork on the plate. "It still hurts that you didn't tell me what was happening Susan." He told her softly, trying to remain calm. She looked at him and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry as well, I screwed up. I thought I could handle it better. I never even considered it would go how it did or wind up where it did. Believe me I know better then you that I screwed up and I'm very sorry I didn't tell you." Susan told him and had to try and remain straight faced, feeling very emotional at the moment. He looked at her for a minute, then stood up and moved to her, sitting next to her and embraced her. Susan leaned into him and started crying softly into his shoulder, feeling some stress flow from her.

"Ok, so we both messed up, but what do we do about the kids?" He asked her softly, his hand stroking her hair. She shook her head.

"I don't know, I only know I don't want them shipped off somewhere, or...or...certainly not thrown in jail or something!" She said, talking louder as she sat up and looked at him. He looked shocked at her, finally seeing what she had been thinking.

"You thought I was going to call the police on my kids! Jesus Susan, I'm not a monster! You think that don't you...that I can only beat my kids up and throw them in jail?" He said harshly as he stood up and started pacing the kitchen.

"No Michael, but I had no idea what you would do. I mean, last night I couldn't pull you off of Peter...I thought you were going to kill him!" She muttered out as she looked at him. He stopped and stared back at her, sighing heavily. He nodded at her.

"Ok fine, I did go overboard, but I seriously thought that...I don't know, he had raped them or something." He told her and saw she was about to respond. "I know, you said they were all in on it and it just wasn't him, but..." He said, rambling.

"I know Michael, and I know it was a shock...and again I should have told you, I just felt trapped. But I have no idea what to do about them." She said dejectedly.

"Well we have to do something Susan, we can't let them continue whoring themselves to each other. I know you don't want to separate them but we might have too. And Peter is the oldest of the three and this is his last year of school..." Michael said suggestively to her and she shook her head.

"No Michael, I don't want to toss them out like trash! We'll have to come up with something else." Susan suggested as she looked at him. He looked at his wife and tried to listen, but couldn't think of anything else at that moment to do.

Mary listened from the hallway, where she hid as she listened to her parent's discussion. She felt shivers at her father suggestion and knew he would get his way unless another idea was thrown on the table. Mary's thoughts churned, hoping to discover another bone to throw her father instead of sibling separation.

Susan wasn't satisfied later at the end of the discussion. Not much else was thrown out except separation of the kids or therapy of them, both of which were very bad from Susan's point of view. She knew that their behavior was serious enough that certain doctors might treat them vigorously. She also thought about her own actions and how they would probably come out under therapy. "I don't give a damn about that." She muttered to herself as she cleaned up in the kitchen, alone. But then she also thought about the feelings and desires the children's actions had instilled in her. And even now she grew excited at the mental pictures of her children as they 'played'. That made her feel guilty, remembering that she still had not told her husband the full truth in what happened with the children. Susan promised herself that she would tell him the full truth later after things stabilized.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, even boringly. The kids stayed in their perspective room, seeming to only come out to use the bathroom or the occasional drink or snack. Susan could tell even Michael was bored as she caught him sighing several times. For herself, Susan tried to stay busy doing anything in the way of cleaning or straightening that kept her occupied. But later she had to stop busying herself and relax trying to watch a little TV in the living room, where she was alone...her husband had gotten up to use the restroom...or Susan thought, more like the case that he was again keeping an eye open for anything happening with the children. Michael reappeared a bit later, entering the room behind her. She wondered when he hesitated and was about to look back to see what he was doing when she felt hands come up beside her and reaching around her, cup her breasts. For a micro second she wondered if it was Peter, but knew it was Michael, which it was when she looked back at him, giving him a grin.

"I thought you were mad at me?" She asked playfully.

"Well...I was but my other head straightened me out." He told her, his finger now starting to pinch and massage her nipples, which were growing taunt.

"Mmmmm Michael, that feels good." She purred as he continued to palm her breasts. After a minute she felt one of his hands slide down her shirt and work its way inside her pants. Her breathing began to increase further, then when she felt the tips of his fingers when they started too slid along the lips of her pussy she gasped aloud. "Ohhh god Mike...finger me baby!" She panted out as she grabbed his arm and tried to push more of it into her pants.

"You are so fucking wet baby." He whispered into her ear and then began to suck on her earlobe. Susan could feel days of stress just melting away. Pent up excitement interrupted by her husbands discovery were now being released and Susan felt like a wild woman. She arched her body and kissing him hard and rough, forced even more of his hand and finger inside herself.

"AArrrgghh god Mike, finger me!" She grunted out, kissing him hard, then biting his lip. She groaned when he pulled back, withdrawing his hand from her pants and stood up.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He suggested and she grinned at him and took his offered hand to help her up...the same hand wet with her juices. Giving him an evil grin, she brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked each one clean, eliciting groans from him. "Jesus woman, you want me to waste it right here!" He told her jokingly.

"You better not, besides...you never come quick." She said as she walked in front of him and into the kitchen. He grabbed her ass from behind, pinching it, causing her to squeal as she rushed ahead and he follow, both giggling. They quickly entered their room and stripped. Susan slid onto the bed and opening her legs offered herself to him.

"Eat my pussy." She commanded, grinning at him. He climbed into bed between her outthrust legs. She felt the first contact as his tongue started to delve into her. "Ohh shit baby...lick me!" She moaned out as Michael began to really lick and suck her pussy. With all of her frustrations and stress being vented, it was only moments before she felt her orgasm start to brew. "Ohhh go baby, I'm sooo close...keep...licking!"

"Damn that's fast!" he muttered with a grin as he looked up at her from between her legs. She grabbed his head and forced it back down.

"Don't stop you idiot! Lick me Mike! Ohh yea...there!" She moaned out as she again got close to the peak and over. " Ohh yes Mike...Mike...fuck...lick...ahhh shhiiitt...ahh gawd ahhhh.....UUURRRGGHHHHHH!" Susan grunted out as her orgasm hit her like a train and she pushed his face hard into herself, grinding her swollen lips onto his slurping mouth, soaking his face with her juices. After half a minute her body relaxed and went limp, and her hands released their hold on his head, allowing her husband to breath yet again.

"Damn baby, you must have had a lot stored up to cum that fast." He panted out as he sat up and looked down at her. She could only nod as she recovered her energy and her breath. He reached back down and began to lazily strum his fingers just inside her labia lips, causing soft purrs from her.

"Mmmm that feels good." She said through closed eyes.

"It does, I bet this feels better." He told her then slowly but steady eased three fingers to the hilt inside her.

'Oh shit yeah...but I have a better idea!" She said as she sat up and pushed him back. She lifted up onto her knees and pushed him down as she threw her leg over his hips, straddling him. She then played her body until she felt his hard cock slide into herself slight, then she began to impale her body upon it.

"Shit that is better!" He grunted out with a smile. She smiled back and nodded, lowering herself further onto his spike. She then began to slowly lift off of him then drop her weight back down. They both jumped when they heard the knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Susan shouted out as she held still and waited for answer, looking down at her husband. He rolled her eyes at her, hoping that whichever child it was would go away.

"It's Mary mommy...can I come in?" they heard from the door. Michael gave a whispered "shit" but looked at his wife. She sighed and nodded to him and they separated.

"Just a minute Mary." Susan shouted out as they both quickly reached for underwear and dove under the covers, sliding them on as they did. "Ok Mary, were descent." Susan said and they both looked at their daughter when she opened the door. She was wearing a short nightgown and looked to be ready for bed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but...but can I...can I sleep in here tonight?" Mary asked, looking at both of them, though mostly at her mother. Michael sighed, but Susan placed a hand on his arm.

"Why sweetie?" Susan asked her, not wanting to let her daughter do as she asked...needing the relief her husband was offering. But Mary looked at her very downfallen.

"I didn't sleep much last night...I had a bunch of nightmares, and...I just don't want to sleep alone tonight." Mary told them dejectedly, her eyes hardly looking at them now. "And after what happened, I...I didn't think daddy would...would want me to, you know...sleep with either Peter or Genie." Mary final finished and looked up at them, looking to be near tears. Susan looked at her husband and he shrugged, mentally saying it was up to her. Susan took a deep breath and nodded.

"I guess it would be ok, though you haven't slept with us in almost ten years." Susan commented as she pulled back the covers and got up to get her a nightie. She noticed Mary looking at her uncovered breasts, but decided not mentioning it due to her husband's presence. After she was finished she lifted the covers dramatically. "Come on, climb in." She muttered with a hint of annoyance. Her daughter smiled nether the less and quickly rushed forward and into the king sized bed. She looked at her father and mother smiling.

"Thank you daddy...mommy." She told them as she pulled the covers higher on her body. Susan sighed as she climbed in behind her and pulled the covers over herself. Michael looked over at his wife and then reached up and turned off the bedside lamp, the room plunging into darkness. Susan heard her daughter softly giggle as she wiggled in their bed. "Thank again." Susan heard her say, and looked over in the dark where her daughter was, feeling her arm against her own. Susan half wondered if this was some attempt to touch or molest her, but if it was it was shitty timing Susan thought. But she tried to relax and go to sleep, though it took time to reach slumber.

Sleep eluded Michael even longer. At least his wife had gotten off he pondered as his daughter got comfortable near him. He was having trouble with her being there even though his erection had subsided shortly after her climbing into bed. He wasn't used to another person in the bed other then Susan for many years. Like his wife had said...it had been almost ten years since Mary had outgrown the occasional sleep in. But sleep did come later, after he could hear his wife's soft breathing and his daughter had long stopped her wiggling. He slipped into the warmth of dreams and oblivion.

At some point he was having a wonderful dream with two women in it. One was beside him on a bed and he was fingering her while he kissed her. And the other one was astride his hips and he could feel himself bucking up to her downward thrusts as she rode him. He remembered palming her breasts as she rode him then the dreams changed and it became more substantial...he knew he was now awake, only he did feel himself erect and someone was in fact using their mouth on him. He smiled and moved his hand over his wife's head. He started thrusting his hip up to her mouth slightly, now feeling her hands wrap around his balls as they massaged them. She was really sucking him hard and almost taking him to the balls into her mouth. God she really wants it now, he thought.

"Ah shit baby, I'm gonna come soon." He muttered out as his hand played over and into his wife's hair, feeling her head bob up and down as she slurped his cock. "Oh shit yeah...suck it!" He groaned out loader as he was getting very close to orgasm. He began grunting as he felt his sliding to its inevitable conclusion. It was then that his eyes slammed shut as the other bedside lamb came on. His eyes watered up as he looked over and saw his wife as she looked at him and saw her look down, he watched as she flipped the covers back on the bed, unveiling Mary as she now worked furiously to get her father off. And she did. "Uhhhhhh gaaawwdddd!!!!" He grunted out, unable to stop even as he discovered who was actually sucking him off. His hips humped up, uncontrollably as warm cum filled his daughters sucking mouth as her hand milked his now shrinking balls.

"FUCKING CHRIST MARY!" Susan screamed at her daughter, and she made Mary jump so much that she flew off of her father's cock, with it still shooting, and moved away from her mother. "What did you do!" She growled out at her daughter, glancing over at her husband who was now recovering from his orgasm. He looked stunned and Susan couldn't blame him. "Mary?" Was all she asked, trying to figure out what was happening?

"You said that if I had any ideas about getting daddy to come around to try it." Mary said defensively. Susan's eye grew wide and she looked like a landed fish.

"That is not what I said...or MEANT!" Susan told her in exasperation. "I said that if you had any ideas to tell me..." She said but Mary interrupted her.

"NO...you said to try them out, you said 'unveil' them...I remember mom! So I figured if daddy joined us that he..." Mary said heatedly.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Michael interrupted her daughter and waved them to silence. "Susan did you tell Mary to seduce me or something?" He asked loudly, looking directly at his wife. She looked stunned, but quickly shook her head.

"No...God No! I never said anything like that..." Susan started to say.

"BUT you meant it that way...is that it?" He growled out as he stood up out of bed, pointedly tucking his cock back into his briefs. Susan vigorously shook her head.

"No I never told Mary that. Or meant that!" She said defensively, and then looked at her daughter. "Mary for god's sake tell him the truth!" She begged her daughter. Mary looked at her, almost to tears. But she did look at her father and nodded.

"She didn't ask me to do that." She said then turned to her mother. "But you did say if I had any ideas to try them out mom!" Mary uttered out, the final blocks holding the tears gone and they started flowing down her cheeks.

"I didn't mean for you to do this, just any ideas about..." Susan told her, but Michael again interrupted her.

"But you did mean for her to do something to influence me, right? My god Susan, can I trust you even a bit...or my own children!" He cried in exasperation, throwing his hands up. He then looked at his wife hard for a second.

"Yes you can trust me Michael, you...what are you doing?" Susan asked when he walked to the closet and opened it. She watched as he pulled his suitcase out. "Michael no!" Was all she cried out as he opened it and then placed it on the floor and began opening his dresser to grab arm loads of clothes as he threw them into the case.

"Why Susan, why...I can't trust any one in this house to act sane at the moment, maybe even myself, after I beat up Peter, so I think its best if I leave!" He told her, his voice shaky but low.

"Oh no Michael, don't do this!" She begged him as she got out of bed and tried to embrace him, but he tossed her arms away and looked at her.

"I can't do this right now, I need to think and I cant do this if I'm wondering if I'm being set up every minute." He told her as he continued his packing. Mary was openly sobbing on the bed. Susan looked over at her.

"Please mike, don't do this...Mary didn't mean it, she was just trying to help." Susan suggested, hoping to get to him. He did stop and look at her.

"Susan...trying to help? By giving her father a blowjob and getting him to cum in her mouth! And I'm not sure you didn't have her do it...whatever you say! I can't stay here!" He said as he looked around and grabbed a few more items. Susan started sobbing softly now, just stand feet from him, holding herself.

"Please don't go Michael!" She pleaded with him again, not knowing what else to say, as he was convinced of her guilt.

"I cant Susan. Listen I'm not saying this is for good, I...I just have to get out of here for awhile. Don't ask me how long." He told her looking at her hard. He then looked around the room and back to her. "I'll call you if I need any other things...that and later to tell you where I'm staying. I have no idea at the moment...some hotel I guess." He told her as he closed the suitcase and picked it up.

"Please don't!" She muttered as she sobbed.

"I have too, I can't stay." He told her then prepared to go. "Goodbye for now I guess" He said, and looked at her again before turning, opening the door and leaving. Susan started crying harder and she sunk to the floor, holding her knees to her chest as she sobbed. But after a few minutes, her crying slowed and she heard her daughter as she lay on the bed still sobbing. Susan stood up and looked at her.

"Why did you do that? So you could have your little fuck club and get your father to join so that you could continue to get your fucking jollies off with your brother and sister! Not satisfied with them you had to try and get me and your father! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Susan growled out her daughter. Mary shocked, stopped drying for a second to look at her, then started moaning as her sobs returned and she curled into a ball on her parents bed, her body shaking and starting to convulse.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, it was like a poison was gone from Susan's body and she regretted saying almost every word just then. Susan looked at her daughter and started crying harder, but she moved to embrace her as well.

"Oh god Mary, I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry! Baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Susan muttered out as she stroked her daughters hair.

"Mom, what's going on? We heard shouting, then the door slam." Genie asked from the doorway, and Susan looking up saw her son behind her.

"Mom, did dad hit Mary?" Peter asked her tensely. Susan's head shook violently.

"NO!" Susan growled out, but looked at them. "No, that's not what happened." She said, and then sighing, tried her best to explain what had happened. A few minutes later Genie was sitting on the bed with her sister's head in her lap, their mother sitting behind both of them, rubbing both their backs, while Peter stood on the floor listening to their mother. Peter sighed, after his mother finished her explanation.