Incest/Taboo Lady in Red

"Look! It's the Eiffel Tower!" exclaimed Stephanie as she pointed out the window of the shuttle van. "Everybody get lots of pictures and we'll share them all when we get home. I have to thank you again, Gwen, for making me part of this great adventure. I'm lucky to be your cousin."

"You're lucky to be so pretty and shapely. You're lucky to have such understanding parents. You're lucky that Steve, for whatever reason, decided to take a chance on me that day at the mall. We're all lucky that Sparta won that first football game. I'm lucky I'm not in tears right now because I'm so happy!"

"We're all happy, Sis, but you've got more reason to be happy than the rest of us girls. Tonight you're going to go to bed a girl and waking up a woman," stated Kate with genuine happiness for her sister. "Spring Break in Paris with your hunky boyfriend. I don't think it can get much better than that!"

"It would get better if everyone left my personal life out of their discussions. I'm still trying to figure out who let the cat out of the bag about Steve and me, Mother. I know I don't have to ask you to not mention anything about my personal life in your reports, Amber, but I will anyway. Please don't mention Steve and me finally getting together here. That's not for public consumption."

"I understand your feelings perfectly. You're right that you don't have to tell me not to mention it on the news. It would make some great headlines, but I know I'd lose your trust if I did something that stupid and hurtful. I'll report all the good things, keep the personal things to myself, and consult you on anything I'm unsure about. If you and Steve do personal stuff in public, you're fair game, but anything done in the privacy of your room will not be mentioned."

"In public? You and Steve don't plan on doing it in the Eiffel Tower or in the gardens at Versailles, do you?" teased Kate.

"Actually, we were hoping for the Louvre, in front of Mona Lisa so she'd have something to smile about. Of course we're not doing 'it' in public and we need to not talk about this anymore. Steve will be scared off!"

"I suspect that Steve may be scared 'stiff' but not 'off', although he'll be getting off," offered Jordan with a huge grin. "I wish my first time was as romantic, and I had my family's support. I had way too much to drink at a party one night and woke up without my cherry. I'm not even sure who my first guy was. I've never had a man actually make love to me. I've never been with a man that I loved, or even had strong feelings for."

"I thought that if I told the girls about you and Steve doing, well, you know, they'd be sure to leave you alone and give you the privacy that you deserve. I never intended for it to be discussed and bantered about like you were getting your nails done or something," explained Paula.

"I'm sorry to hear that your first time was such a disaster, Jordan. That's what I'm trying to teach Kate. She needs to wait for the right boy and the right time. This is far too special to take lightly, and then regret forever."

"So, Mom, do you remember your first and where you were?" asked Kate quickly.

Paula looked at Kate for a few seconds and then smiled. "Yes, I do. It was on my honeymoon with your father."

"Aunt Diane, tell us the truth! Mom was only a couple years older than you. Do you remember her first time?" quizzed Kate.

Diane looked at her sister and then turned to Kate and grinned. "It was on her honeymoon with your father. Mine was my honeymoon with Will. Please remember that, Stephanie."

"Oh, I'll remember, that you told me that. I've seen your old year books and read some of the stuff guys wrote in it. It didn't sound like you were waiting for your honeymoon; but if you say so."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Diane nervously. "You weren't supposed to read them. You didn't show them to your father, did you?"

"Mother! Dad's read them before me. I saw him looking at them one time. That's what made me curious," admitted Stephanie. "Maybe Dad isn't as clueless as you think. Maybe he married you because he loves you, not because he was, or wasn't first."

"Well, Gwen is right! We shouldn't be talking about this. It's very personal. We don't want to ruin everything for Gwen and Steve, or make them self conscious," insisted Diane. "Look how tall the Eiffel Tower is!"

Stephanie and Kate exchanged looks and began to giggle while Diane turned a bright shade of red. Steve had been silent during the entire conversation and realized that silence was obviously the best way to handle prying women. The whole thing was both embarrassing and uplifting. Gwen was so comfortable with her family and her position in it that she was discussing having her first sexual experience with all of them, ahead of the fact! Steve never would have believed a family could talk about something like that if he hadn't seen and heard it.

"As you know, we've been flying all night. We're eight hours ahead of home, time-wise," calculated Paula. "We'll check into our rooms and nap a few hours to offset the jetlag. We'll have a lunch at noon and operate on local time after that. Diane and I have a two bedroom suite reserved so Stephanie and Kate will be with us. Amber's station was going to put her in a dump a few miles away, so Jordan has agreed to let her stay with her since Gwen plans on being with Steve. Any questions on the sleeping arrangements?"

"If Gwen gets cold feet, or her conscience won't let her go through with it, I'd be willing to trade with her, just because that's the kind of friend I am," volunteered Jordan.

"Thank you, Jordan. Gwen, you're so lucky to have friends like Jordan," stated Paula sarcastically. "She's willing to take a bullet for you, if the need arises."

"Gee, thanks! I don't think I'll need any help, however. I have all the protection necessary, so those 'bullets' will not be hitting the intended target. There's really no need to worry about me. I'll make sure that the gun is empty by morning."

"That's how class valedictorians talk these days?" demanded Kate. "A few months ago she hadn't ever been on a date and now she's talking about single handedly unloading a dangerous weapon."

"I never said anything about using my hands, at least not tonight!" laughed Gwen, as Kate was the one to blush this time.

"If I may change the subject once again, we're invited to a costume party tonight at a local club. This invitation is from the French President's daughter, Michelle. We'll be going to a shop to try on outfits for the party. The theme is 'heroes and villains' and they can be real or fictional," explained Paula. "As will be the policy for the entire trip, no one under 21 will be drinking any alcohol, regardless of any local laws or customs. We will conduct ourselves as ladies, and will not create any international incidents."

After a leisurely lunch, Paula and Diane led the group into the costume shop recommended by Michelle. They had just begun to look at the rows of outfits when Michelle swept into the shop. She immediately made her way to Steve and hugged him tightly and then kissed his cheeks. Then she kissed Gwen, Jordan, and Kate. Paula introduced her to Diane, Amber, and Stephanie and they quickly received their kisses on each cheek.

"I'm so excited that you could come to visit me in Paris! My friends will be at the party tonight. I told them I had a special surprise, but didn't tell them who was coming. I'm curious to see if they recognize you in costume or if I have to reveal your identities. I've taken the liberty to reserve outfits for Steve and Gwen, if they are willing to follow my suggestion. I just know that they'll be the hit of the party if they wear these costumes!"

Steve glanced at Gwen and shrugged. If the French President's daughter wanted them to wear a particular costume to the party, who were they to argue? "I just hope its Lady Godiva for you!" whispered Steve to Gwen.

Everyone in the group wore coats to the club, since it was a cool evening and they wanted to cover up. Appropriate dress for a costume party is not normal street fare. Paula had to spend some time with Steve and Gwen to convince them to not disappoint Michelle.

"Look, kids, this is a party. Michelle is young and her intentions were sweet. You can't wear something else after she made such a point of picking these out for you. I admit that they wouldn't be my first choice, especially when many of the upper crust of French politics will be in attendance. We do not want to hurt Michelle or damage her reputation among her friends and peers. If it comes down to it, I'll impose my authority, vested by Ted, to order you to wear them tonight. Don't make me do that. Steve, will you wear that costume as a personal favor to me, the mother of the woman that plans on deflowering you this very night, with my blessing?"

"Aw, that's low! I'll go naked, or whatever you want since you put it that way," groaned Steve with a blush.

"Now for you, Gwen. You don't want me to rescind the sleeping arrangements, do you? If you're mature enough to sleep with this young man and give him your greatest gift, as the writers of old would call it, you're mature enough to not create a rift in our relations with France over a little costume, aren't you?"

"Little is the operative word here, Mom! I can't believe that my own mother would insist I parade around in Paris in such a suggestive outfit," complained an agitated Gwen.

"You'll be wearing less this week when you model those little bikinis at those promotions you'll be doing. I would strongly advise that you shave everything to avoid any embarrassment caused be a stray hair or a dark area in certain lighting. It'll also help get your boyfriend's motor running later on."

"Oh, no!" gasped Gwen. "You think this outfit is transparent? I can't wear it! And I don't need any help getting Steve's 'motor running', as you put it. Steve, tell Mom you don't need any help, that I get it running very well as it is!"

"I'll be wearing my costume, Paula. This discussion about Gwen's costume has gotten out of hand. I'm not going to comment on any running motors. I understand that you two are able to share just about everything, but I'm not. Let Gwen try it on for you and Kate. Tell her if anything shows that shouldn't. Kate will be honest. If she says it's safe, I think Gwen will be okay wearing it. If it's truly indecent, I don't think it would be right to insist that she does."

"That's fair enough. If I thought something would show that would make the outfit indecent, I'd never allow Gwen to wear it, let alone insist on it," assured Paula. "Kate will have a look and let you know what she thinks."

When the group arrived at the club, they were ushered in and a couple valets offered to take their wraps. Steve and Gwen looked at each other for a few seconds. Gwen's lip trembled slightly as she nodded to Steve and they removed their jackets and handed them to the attendants. The guy taking Gwen's wrap dropped it when he looked at her. Apologizing in French, he quickly picked it back up and placed it on a hanger.

Steve gritted his teeth and looked around at the crowd. He expected stares and disparaging comments directed toward him all evening long. He stood there in a animal print loincloth that barely covered the essentials, waiting for the laughter. That's when he realized that people weren't looking at him. They were staring at Gwen. He turned to face her and was stunned. He knew what her costume was but had not seen her in it. Now he did.

She was wearing a very erotic Wonder Woman outfit that showed every inch of her amazing curves. He marveled that her breasts were able to keep up the skimpy top covering the small portion of her breasts that wasn't exposed. The bottom part was French Cut and her hips were on display. Her legs looked a mile long and incredibly sexy. She had metal bracelets, high heeled boots, a tiara, and a short red cape. Her waist appeared tiny while her breasts were ample and very firm on her chest. Steve began to worry that his loin cloth may betray his appreciation for Gwen's appearance as he felt his cock stir.

Steve wasn't alone in his appreciation. The rest of his group gave a collective gasp when they saw Gwen's outfit. "Holy crap! I thought I looked pretty good as Cat Woman, but now I feel like a boy," moaned Jordan as she gazed at Gwen. "That's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen, at least since I showered with Steve last week."

Steve felt the weight lift from his shoulders. He had been concerned about everyone looking at him. Now it seemed unlikely. All eyes would be focused on Gwen! He could be naked, or dressed as King Kong, and few would notice.

Michelle was ecstatic when she saw Gwen and Steve. "I knew those outfits would look great on you! You actually look like Wonder Woman. It's amazing how well you wear that costume. Steve, you look like a sexy Tarzan with your muscles rippling when you move. Thanks so much for catering to a silly school girl's whims. My friends will be so impressed!"

It was a mostly young crowd. There was some wine and beer available, but drinking was minimal. There was a band and it played current pop hits for the most part. It took a few dances for Steve to lose his inhibitions about his attire, or lack of same. Seeing guys dressed as Atlas, Zeus, Hercules, and other well known, but underdressed heroes, helped Steve relax.

Gwen was constantly surrounded by young men. She smiled and chatted with them when they spoke English to her, and most of them did. Steve noticed that she declined numerous invitations to dance, so he approached her about it between dances.

"I don't dare try a fast dance dressed like this!" lamented Gwen. "I have the top stuck to my boobs with two way tape, but the girls jiggle all over when I move. I hate to think what would happen if I tried to dance."

"I see what you mean," responded Steve as he slowly nodded his head while listening to Gwen's explanation. "You could take somebody's eye out with those things if they got out of control."

"Very funny! Maybe I'll poke your eyes out when we get pack to the room tonight. I'm going to be awfully worked up by then. All of these guys are watching the 'girls' like they hope they'll pop out of my outfit any second. I have to tell you that the attention is making me horny, so be ready for a long and satisfying night, Tarzan."

Steve danced the first slow dance with Michelle, who was dressed as a rather modern Joan of Arc. "My girl friends all want me to introduce them to Tarzan. I knew they'd be impressed with you, and your muscles. That's why I picked a hero that didn't wear too much. Most of them speak English, but your French is excellent, so I'll be bringing them around to introduce them now and then. They're so impressed that I know you. The guys can't get enough of Gwen. I think they're wondering how her top stays up. She's amazing!"

Steve managed to smile and make small talk with the girls that Michelle introduced to him. He did his best to make Michelle look good to her pals. She constantly beamed as he spoke to the girls about what good friends they had become. Then Steve finally saw Diane alone and swept her onto the floor for a slow dance.

"I have to tell you, Diane, that I never dreamed you'd look so amazingly good as Marie Antoinette. You're an eyeful!"

"You're trying to tell me that my boobs are bigger than you realized?" laughed Diane. "This outfit really pushes them up and out, doesn't it? I had Stephanie take a bunch of pictures that we emailed to Will before we came here. I'll be sure to tell him that you approved and were properly impressed."

"Don't get him upset with me!" worried Steve. "I don't want him to think that I'm rude or disrespectful."

"You're funny! You're young and don't know how men that have been married for years think. He'll be delighted and excited when I tell him that you couldn't take your eyes off my charms. That makes me look even better to him. He'll be all over me when I embellish any encounters I have tonight. He'll be excited to know that other men were looking at, and wanting that which is his alone."

"I'm old enough to understand that! Seeing the way that the guys here watch Gwen has been driving me nuts. I feel like dragging her into a room somewhere and attacking her. But every guy here feels that way, or so it seems."

"I think that I'm feeling your 'approval' of my gown against my stomach. I'll be telling Will that my cleavage did that to you, even if it's really from you thinking about Gwen," revealed Diane.

"To be honest, I was okay until you pressed against my chest a minute ago. You're a beautiful woman. Tell Will whatever you like, because it'll be true. You definitely have that effect on me. He's a very lucky man."

Steve managed a fast dance with Stephanie and later with Kate. "You've got to be the best looking Supergirl I've ever seen, Steph! You're really filling out that costume nicely and you're a super dancer, too."

"Thanks! I'm having so much fun. These guys all want to dance with the 'American girls' and most of them speak some English. They're doing wonders for my self esteem. Tyler had better show more interest when we get back home because I know now that a lot of guys like what they see when they look at me. You and Gwen have really made my life a lot more fun. Thanks for everything. If Gwen runs off with one of her admirers, call me!"

Later Steve managed a dance with Kate. "I've never seen such a great looking Lara Croft! You're packing some pretty big guns."

"I'm glad you noticed! And they're still growing. I may be as big as Gwen yet, or at least as big as Lisa. You like big guns, don't you?" teased Kate.

Steve felt his face heat up as he listened to Kate. "You know I was referring to the ones in your holsters, not your halter. You don't have to be as big as anyone else. You're a beautiful girl. I mean that. You're blessed with a great face, a wonderful figure, and maybe best of all, a wonderful sense of humor. Kate Anderson has no need to be like anyone else. She's great as Kate Anderson."

"I'm going to show them to you when I'm eighteen! You've seen all the other women in the family, including Mom. I want to tease you like Lisa and Gwen do, and I will. I don't care if you and Gwen are married by that time. More likely you'll be in the Naval Academy. I'll visit you just to finally tease you with my 'girls' like Lisa and Gwen do."

"I'm looking forward to it, Kate, but don't go out of your way for this fantasy. That's a long trip for such an unusual reason. Maybe you can save it for a holiday, like Thanksgiving."

"You think I'm kidding? Just wait. I've been thinking about it since we first met. I know your Gwen's boyfriend and you'll be her lover really soon, but she's cool with Lisa prancing around in front of you and I'm going to insist on the same privileges. You'll love it!"

Steve had to get a little pushy to claim Gwen for a dance. Once her admirers realized that she wouldn't do any fast dances dressed as she was, they became insistent when a slow dance played. Gwen had to choose a partner from half a dozen boys every time she danced. Most of the boys were polite, but a couple of them were too familiar with their hands. The worst offender was a big guy dressed as Batman. He was in his early twenties and was quite determined.

A slow song started and Gwen was relieved to see Steve head in her direction. Before he reached her, Batman grabbed her wrist and began tugging her toward the dance floor. Gwen's temper flared at the man's arrogance, so she stood her ground. The fellow quickly became annoyed and jerked her arm to bring her closer. Steve's hand closed on the man's wrist.

"That's no way to treat a lady," smiled Steve grimly as he spoke in French to Gwen's harasser. "Release her arm, step away, and don't come near her again."

"Fuck off, you American asshole!" snarled the man. "I got to the slut first and she'll dance with me."

Steve maintained his smile as he squeezed the man's wrist. He brought his other hand up and patted the man's shoulder. To someone watching, it appeared that the two men were having a friendly conversation. The big man grimaced and released his grip on Gwen's arm. He was contemplating his next action when Steve spoke again.

"Don't even think about it. I don't want any trouble here, but I'll mop the floor with your punk ass if you start anything. I'd suggest that you just smile and walk away. Otherwise, do your damndest, Batman!"

The man looked at Steve for a few seconds and then turned and walked away. Steve quickly took Gwen's hand and led her to the dance floor. "I couldn't tell exactly what you said to him, but I think I got the gist of it. You pretty much told him you'd kick his ass if he didn't leave me alone, didn't you, Ape Man?"

"I've never seen you look as sexy as you do tonight. I want you to wear that outfit to bed tonight, and every other night we're together. That must be some heavy duty tape that keeps that top of yours up. You're incredible!"

"I hope you haven't been rubbing that loin cloth against the other women that you've danced with tonight. You seem to be extremely excited to dance with me. Maybe I should wear this costume more often. There sure isn't much cloth between the two of us. Please tell me that no one else felt this monster tonight."

Steve remained silent. "Okay, who was it? I hope you didn't scare Michelle with that bad boy. That would be a little embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

"Well, your Aunt Diane is wearing that really low cut gown and has everything pushed up, and,"

"Not Diane!" laughed Gwen. "At least we don't have to worry about being embarrassed. She doesn't frighten very easily. I'll have to ask her about it later. Have you danced with Mom yet? Her 'Josephine' costume is pretty hot and she has as much boob showing as Diane, maybe more. Now that I think about it, dance with Mom. I want to see her reaction when she feels how much you appreciate her costume."

"Maybe I won't react at all, and you'll be disappointed," suggested Steve.

"Let me think. Mom, with most of her breasts showing and pressed against your bare chest, not a chance you'll be able to stifle little Tarzan. He'll be swinging from the trees in search of a warm, safe place, which he'll find later tonight. Go ahead and dance with Mom. I can't wait to see her reaction," insisted Gwen with an evil grin.

"I think I'll pass on that. She's your mother and I don't want to piss her off, or have her think I'm some kind of pervert. This damn loin cloth doesn't offer much protection. I'm not going to embarrass myself with your mother, and that's final!" responded Steve as the song ended.

Steve felt he handled that situation quite well. He needed to use a firm hand with Gwen on occasion. She seemed to accept his refusal and his reasons for it. There was no need for his girlfriend's mother to feel his erection. His smug feeling of contentment began to disappear when he noticed Gwen was talking quietly with Diane.

He lost track of them when Michelle asked him to dance another fast dance with her. "The evening is almost done and I wanted to get one more number in with you. My friends are very impressed. They think you're very handsome and so strong. They tell me that they wish you did not have Gwen because they cannot compete with her. She looks incredible tonight."

Steve felt a tap on his shoulder as another slow dance began. He turned to find Paula extending her hand. As he took it and led her to the floor, he looked to see Gwen and Diane laughing not far away. They had set him up. He wondered how much Paula knew about their evil plan.

"I saw you dissuade Batman from pulling Wonder Woman onto the dance floor earlier. You handled it well. If I hadn't been watching closely, I would have thought you two were old friends. Diane told me that you were very favorably impressed with her Marie Antoinette ensemble. Then she asked if you had danced with me and implied that you may have liked her look better than mine. I had to grab you for a dance to get your opinion of my costume.

"The young ladies really like your Tarzan look tonight. You and Gwen are taking Paris by storm. I never dreamed Gwen would look so amazing in that little outfit. Sometimes I have trouble believing she's my daughter. She looks like a movie star. So tell me, do you like my gown? Do you think I should send some pictures to Ted? Am I overexposed? I do have most of my chest on display. What do you think, Steve?" asked Paula coyly as she pushed her ample chest against him.

"Was that a groan? Did I hurt you? My goodness! You do like my gown, don't you? Is that any way to treat your girlfriend's mother, Young Man?" demanded Paula as she remained very close to Steve.

"Paula, I don't mean any disrespect! I think you must know that. I see Gwen and Diane laughing hysterically over there. They put you up to this, didn't they?"

"Can't I simply enjoy a dance with my daughter's boyfriend? If anyone has put anything up, it's you!" pointed out Paula. "Let me be serious for a moment. I don't get to talk to you alone very often. First, I am flattered that I'm able to get such a generous response from you at my age. Secondly, Gwen is very excited about your plans for tonight. I'm not going to embarrass you with suggestions or advice, except to say, take your time and show her your love every minute. This is a very big moment in a girl's life. She'll remember it forever. It's up to you to make her memories perfect. Love her and respect her, okay?"

"Paula, I can't begin to tell you how much she means to me. I would give my life for her and be glad to do it. I'll love her and cherish her as long as I live. I can't tell you how much it means to me to have you and your family so understanding and so close. It's pretty unusual for a boy and his girlfriend's mother to discuss this sort of thing, isn't it? Did Ted or Will have this talk with your mother?"

"Are you kidding? We sneaked around like everyone else. When we did it, it was good, but looking back, I know it would have been much better if I had my parents' blessing, if we were in Paris, and maybe even with a guy like you. I love Ted dearly, but you're a special kind of man. We all know it. Mom, Diane, Lisa, Kate and Stephanie feel it, too. I'm so happy that Gwen's found something almost no other woman has been able to find, and that's a man like you. You're a part of us, of our family now. I really, really like that."

Steve found himself a bit emotional as Paula clung to him after the dance ended. He could feel her shaking slightly and knew she was crying softly. He knew he loved Gwen, but he realized that the whole family was special and he would always strive to live up to their expectations. They had placed him on a pedestal and he promised himself that he'd do all he could to live up to their expectations. He had a family again!

"What did you do to Mom?" asked Gwen as she watched her mother cling to him. "Did you tell her you didn't like her dress, or her boobs? Didn't you get hard when she hugged you? Are you tired or something? You hurt her feelings when you didn't react like we told her you would!"

"Gwen! Stop it! She's just emotional about tonight and our plans. I didn't disappoint her when she pressed against me. A dead man would've reacted, so don't go there, but learn from this. Suppose I was tired or something. You can't play with me like I was toy. I'm not some oddity that you can share with your family.

"The women in your family, with no exceptions are incredible. They all affect me that way, but don't try to have me prove it to them anymore. I don't need to be pressured to impress your family in that way. I don't think many boyfriends are expected to do that. I love your family, but some things are personal and are not discussed a weather report. Does that make sense to you?" asked Steve somewhat sternly.

Diane, Stephanie, and Kate had come close enough to hear Steve's comment to Gwen. They remained silent, but nodded their heads in understanding. Paula withdrew from Steve's arms and kissed him soundly on the lips. Gwen stepped in next to Steve and hugged him hard.

"I understand. It won't happen again. I'm just so proud of you and that little big man you have in your cute little jungle panties that I can't stand it."

"Jungle panties?" laughed Kate heartily. "I can't believe you said that, but you're right. The Emperor has no clothes and Steve's wearing jungle panties. And his little big man? You two must have some cool pillow talk!"

Steve was suddenly angry at what he felt was Gwen's insensitive remark and Kate's eagerness to repeat it. His jaw tightened and he was on the verge of telling Gwen and Kate exactly what he thought of their jokes. He looked around to see Kate, Gwen, and her family along with Jordan and Amber watching him. He realized that everyone was waiting to see how he reacted. Was he able to take good natured teasing, or was he going to be childish and pout?

He grabbed Gwen and tossed her over his shoulder before she realized his intentions. "Tarzan take Wonder Woman home now. Little Tarzan teach her respect, show who is Lord of the Jungle Panties!"

Gwen shrieked while the rest of the group broke into laughter as Steve spun her around a couple times and then placed her back on her feet. Gwen quickly checked her bust to make certain nothing had inadvertently escaped while she was being manhandled.

"Geez, Tarzan, don't get your jungle panties in a bunch! Wonder Woman, like all true Amazons, does not fear little Tarzan, but rather has the utmost respect for the little fellow and looks forward to learning from him."

The group returned to the hotel a short time later. Steve opened the door to his room and waited for Gwen. When he turned to let her pass, he realized that things were not going to happen that fast or easy. Stephanie hugged Gwen and then moved to Steve and hugged him.

Kate was next. She hugged Gwen and whispered in her ear and then placed her arms around Steve's neck. "From that first day, I knew you two were made for each other. Take care of my sister. I love you both."

Diane was next. "Knowing you has made us all better. When you're with Gwen, anything is possible. Us being here in Paris proves that. Give her a night to remember," urged Diane as she gently kissed Steve.

Steve was surprised to find Amber Stahl in his arms. "This is so romantic! I wish I could report it. You guys have carried me along on your amazing voyage and I'll always be grateful. Thanks, Steve. Tomorrow morning I'm going to take a picture of you guys coming down for breakfast. I can't wait to see how Gwen glows."

"I wish I had someone that loved me like you love Gwen for my first time," confessed Jordan. "You two make me want to be better than I am. I wish I was Gwen, but I'm not. But it's okay to be me. I know that now. Love her up real good, Big Boy!"

Lastly, Paula stood in front of Steve and gazed steadily into his eyes. "I'm giving you my daughter. There's no greater compliment, or sign of love and respect than that. I know you love her and she loves you. I'm so happy you can experience this in Paris with people that love you both nearby. We'll be looking for you in the morning, and don't even think about griping about being teased. If you're half the man I think you are, you'll accept it with a big smile. I do love you, like a mother and like a woman. I'll be thinking of you both all night."

"Paula, you've been like a mother to me most of the time, and like a very special woman other times. You've been a wonderful example for your girls and a huge part of the reason why they're so accomplished. I'll never let you or your family down. I promise you that. Giving me your daughter is an honor and a trust I'll always do my best to uphold."

Once they were in their room, Steve held Gwen for a very long time without speaking. He wanted to somehow transfer his feeling to her without speech. After a couple of minutes, Gwen broke the silence. "I feel your love, Steve. It's washing over me."

Steve wasn't experienced but he had listened and read a great deal. He knew that he needed to slow everything down, even as he wanted to rush through everything. He asked Gwen questions about her evening. Then he asked her about what she hoped would happen that night and in the future. He listened and asked questions based on her responses.

He explained his feelings of love and devotion to her. He spoke of his fears, hopes and dreams. He pledged his fidelity and asked for hers. Gwen was made to realize that he was sincere in his feelings and concerns for her happiness and well being. He wanted nothing more than seeing that her life was safe and rewarding. Being Gwen's first lover was not something he took lightly and she loved him for that.

Finally they were naked and holding each other. Steve spent a very long time touching her skin, feeling her flesh and studying every inch of her body. By the time his lips touched her clit, Gwen felt like she was on fire. She was bathed in sweat and began a series of never ending orgasms. When she was certain that she could endure no more, she urged him to move back up her body.

Looking into each other's eyes, Steve slid partway into her. Gwen flinched momentarily. They maintained eye contact as Steve forcefully buried himself in her steaming vagina. Gwen felt a momentary burning sensation that quickly turned to the most intense orgasm of her young life.

They clung to each other as they moved together in the age old dance of love. Their tongues dueled as Steve became more insistent, unable to temper his desire any longer. Gwen thought her heart might burst when she heard Steve groan and felt him jerk inside her as he flooded her with his manly essence. Afterward they sat together naked in a large chair, enjoying the lights of the city and beauty of the Eiffel Tower at night.

Everyone was waiting for them when they went downstairs for breakfast. True to her word, Amber took pictures as they approached the table. Gwen saw everyone watching her closely and felt their love. Her radiant smile grew even bigger as she faced her family and friends.

"So, what looks good?" asked Gwen as she picked up her menu. Everyone at the table broke into gales of laughter.

"Is that it?"Demanded Kate when the laughter abated. "Aren't you going to tell us anything about last night? You know we're dying to hear the details!"

"Kate, I have no words. Let's eat and enjoy our meal before we report to that department store for the promotion. I appreciate your interest, but I would do everyone at the table a huge disservice if I gave details. You'd forever try to compare. Believe me when I tell you this, no one can, or ever will."

Steve was grateful that Gwen declined to supply Kate with details. He was pleased with the response she gave. The women sat quietly, mulling over Gwen's assertion for what seemed like minutes. Could it have been that good? All eyes eventually turned to Steve. He began to fidget.

"Just what I was afraid of," groaned Kate. "Now the rest of us are doomed to spend our lives wondering what might have been, and what we've missed. Our lovers will never take us to that place that Gwen will visit every night with Steve. Maybe I should become a nun."

Shortly after breakfast, the group was shuttled to a department store on The Champs-Elysees. Looking up the avenue, they saw that the Arc de triomphe was within easy walking distance.

"This is almost like a dream!" marveled Stephanie. "I have to keep pinching myself to believe it's all real. It sure pays to be Gwen's cousin and on her good side."

Steve noticed the large posters placed throughout the store when he entered it. They were the topless shots that Gwen and Lisa posed for with him what seemed like a life time ago. Steve had to admit they looked great. The poses were artistic and somewhat erotic without being lewd or pornographic. Steve decided that his favorite was the picture with Gwen's red bikini top draped over one of his shoulders as she leaned against his chest with her face turned to the camera. A large portion of her ample bosom was visible, but her nipples were buried against him and did not show.

Steve found himself getting an erection as he surveyed the posters. There were several with Gwen and Lisa leaning into him with their breasts pressed against his sides. In one, Gwen was looking over his shoulder with most of her cleavage on display and only her nipples hidden from sight while Lisa was draped on his lap with her arm lifted to cover her most strategic parts, but little was left to the imagination.

"Wow!" exclaimed Kate as she looked around at the posters. "Mom wouldn't let me do any of those poses. Look how sexy they are! No wonder Lisa's working as a model. She's beautiful and so is Gwen. They should sell the posters and forget about swim suits!"

Diane, Stephanie, Jordan, and Amber began to quiz Gwen and Paula about the photos as Steve spoke with the manager about the schedule for the day.

As soon as the doors opened, shoppers began streaming in to look at the 'Lady in Red' line. Paula and Diane managed to chat with many of the shoppers since most spoke some English, They were surprised at how many were from the United States.

"We saw your daughter's picture in the Sunday paper this morning. She looked incredible as Wonder Woman. Her boyfriend could easily play Tarzan in the movies. He'd be way better than any of the actors they've had in the past," offered a middle aged woman from Michigan. "We've been following their exploits and I have to tell you that those kids make me proud to be an American. I'm going to be watching that show about the river rescue when it comes on next month."

"I can't wait to see the TV specials they've been advertising on CBC," chimed in her traveling companion. "The previews look great. Those kids sing and dance like pros. Are they engaged? Can I get their autographs?"

Paula beamed as she chatted with the two ladies. "No, they're not engaged. Gwen is going to Stanford in the fall. She plans on attending medical school there. Steve will be attending the Naval Academy and then wants to be a SEAL. I'm sure they'd be happy to give you autographs if you go ask."

There was a steady stream of shoppers stopping in all day. The store had done an excellent job of advertising that Gwen and Steve would be at the store, along with the famous Jordan Quick.

"We seem to be more popular here than in the states," observed Steve to the group during a break. "I can't get over how many people have stopped in to see us. They must be selling a lot of swimsuits and gowns."

About an hour before they were to wrap up for the day, President D'Anjou's wife and daughter stopped in. Security was tight as even more shoppers flocked to the store to see Michelle and Colette. They made a fuss over the gowns and swim suits before ordering several of each. Michelle, Kate and Stephanie had become friendly the previous evening. By the time Michelle left, the three appeared to be lifelong buddies.

Near the end of the day, the store manager requested that Steve, Jordan, and Gwen sing a few songs to keep the shoppers coming in. Steve and Jordan sat at the piano and delivered a softer, slower version of their current hit. Those watching and listening gave their very enthusiastic approval. Then Jordan played while Steve and Gwen sang 'Bridge over Troubled Waters'. Steve played for Jordan as she finished up the impromptu show with one of her first hit ballads.

On the ride home, Amber made a request. "I'd like to send reports back to the station every day. It keeps the interest up and gives me more air time. I'd like to sit down with all of you every evening if possible, and discuss the events of the day. Then I'll edit it and send it back to the station.

"I have some great footage of the costume party. I managed to record you three doing that amazing job with those songs. I videoed the posters that were on display in the store. I need to know if there's anything you don't want me to report. Can I show those posters? I know they're racier than the ones used stateside, but they can be shown on TV."

Gwen looked at Steve and then to her mother to see if they were going to respond before she began. "I don't think we should censor you if we can avoid it. I absolutely do not want anything mentioned about my sleeping arrangements, but the rest of what happens on the trip is okay. We're not asking you to mislead the public. The truth will usually work fine, as long as our very personal life is not mentioned.

"I can't speak for Jordan. She needs to tell you what she's comfortable with and what she isn't. Her career is taking off again and people are very interested in her. She needs to decide how much you report on her."

"I'm the opposite of Gwen," laughed Jordan. "I'd love for you to tell the people of American that Steve Hammer's doing me every which way every night, and have it be true. Since you've got too much integrity to lie, telling the whole truth about this week will be fine with me. If I'm dumb enough to get into trouble again, let the public know about it. I sure appreciate that you think enough of us to ask. Most reporters would rather make stuff up than tell the truth."

At dinner, the group was tired but happy as they enjoyed the French cuisine. "I'd like to thank everyone for being so supportive of Steve and me last night. I'd like to thank you for not asking a lot of questions today. Remember that Steve doesn't have a big family where everything, and I mean everything, is discussed openly. He's adjusting to life with us and personal questions tend to make him uncomfortable.

"That's about all I want to say about last night, except that I can't explain how close I feel to Steve and how much he means to me. Six months ago, I didn't know him. Now he's my world. I still have trouble believing it. It's my sincere hope that all of you have either experienced love like this, or that you someday will."

"Really, Sis? Great! Lend me your boyfriend for the night and I'll be smiling for a week!" promised Kate.

After dinner, the group retired to an empty meeting room and Amber set up her camera. She asked everyone to sit on a large sofa with the rest standing behind them. She sat in front of them and directed the conversation.

"Before we left home to come to Paris, Gwen, Jordan, and Steve were all over the airwaves. There's a TV movie coming out soon about Steve and Gwen's daring river rescue of those two toddlers that frigid day last November. Your dance to the song 'Lady in Red' is one of the most watched videos ever on YouTube.

"Since you two have met, we've seen the shootout with terrorists armed with handguns and explosives, Gwen's stirring appeal for the Spartan Nation to give blood, the abduction and torture of Steve, his dramatic rescue in a blizzard, hit recordings and videos, four TV specials to be aired next month, an invitation to a state dinner, promotion of a line of clothes, a deadly hand to hand battle with a former KGB operative in a swank Washington Hotel, and an invitation from the first family of France to visit them in Paris. Is there anything I've failed to mention?"

"Actually, there are a few more things you could mention," interjected Paula quickly. "These kids are donating all the proceeds from these projects to the building fund for the hospital in Sparta. Steve has received an appointment to the Naval Academy where he will also be playing quarterback for the football team. He intends to honor his father's and grandfather's service to our country by becoming a Navy SEAL, like his father before him. Gwen has secured a full academic scholarship to Stanford where she also hopes to attend medical school. Jordan's breathed new life into her career with a hit song and video and television appearances. She is also donating her share of any proceeds from those ventures to the hospital building fund. I'm so proud of these kids and the Spartan Nation that I could burst."

"As we were boarding the flight to come to Paris, Steve received a call from our friend and manager, Clyde Davis. He explained to Steve that he had reached an agreement with a major studio to feature Jordan, Steve, and me in a movie. He's having the screenplay written even as we speak. It's going to be way different than most movies you see these days. It'll be a throwback to the old musical/romance/action movies from the fifties and early sixties. We're very excited about it and we'll start filming before school ends this spring, so we can finish it before college and football start later this summer. As you can see, things have been happening very fast," concluded Gwen.

"What are your impressions thus far, Jordan?" asked Amber of her now friend.

"Gwen and Steve are amazing. I'm trying to hang on for the ride. I'd pretty much self destructed before I met these two. They've taken me in, accepted me, and taught me quite a lot. Gwen's family seems too good to be true, but what you see is what you get. They're giving, gracious, and kind. I just try to stay out of the way and let them sweep me along on this incredible adventure that's their lives."

"Stephanie and Kate, how are you enjoying Paris so far? Any interesting adventures yet?" quizzed Amber of the two cousins.

"I met the French President's wife today. Yesterday I met his daughter. I went to a costume party as Supergirl and danced with a lot of cute French guys. Today I modeled bikinis and gowns and signed autographs and we've only been here a couple days!" boasted Stephanie.

"I was invited by the French President's daughter to a costume party in Paris. I got to dress as Lara Croft, aka Napoleon's Tomb Raider, big guns and all, dance with a lot of good looking guys and have a great time. Today I modeled and signed autographs. We saw Steve overcome a bad pair of Jungle Panties to be the hit of the party," laughed Kate as she looked at Steve. "This morning we learned, mostly secondhand, that Steve has even more amazing skills than we had realized. His talent truly knows no bounds."​