The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, & Phobetor}
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				Title: <strong>The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 00:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Working on a recipe | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr>Today was the day and she was trying to remind herself that there was no need to feel so anxious, that all of the preparation and the discussions had been leading to this moment. As far as Mar could remember, she had wanted children and maybe not exactly a plethora of them, one would suffice but her beautiful wife simply had no desire for them. She couldn't blame her and honestly, she didn't; both of them had successful jobs, they enjoyed traveling and spending time with one another. Their lives weren't ideal to raise a child, so when Erin had come to her with the idea of taking in a young woman to be their 'daughter', Mar hadn't even hesitated when she had full-heartedly agreed. She just wanted a little girl to spoil and to pamper, to guide into the world in a way that she never had growing up.<br><br>She didn't regret her life, even though she didn't speak with her family, Mar didn't hate them, but she wanted to do better than she'd had growing up. She wanted to take someone in and show them that she could be a wonderful parent. In the end, she missed her mother the most and she wanted to show her that she had retained all of the lessons that she had been taught before her mother had passed.<br><br>Humming to herself, she tasted the sauce and lightly wrinkled her nose before she chopped another clove of garlic and added it to the mix, stirring before she scratched a line over the recipe to include the garlic. She looked at the time, and looked down, wondering if she should change, and decided to ask her wife.<br><br>Erin was everything to Mar. The two of them had met and Mar had proceeded to stubbornly court her, asking her out and making the first moves to show her that she was very serious in her intent. She would joke with their mutual friends that Erin finally got tired of her and agreed to date her just so Mar would leave her alone but she knew the redhead loved her as fiercely as she loved her. Where Mar preferred button-downs and more androgynous looks, her wife was feminine and beautiful, a vision really. That they had found Celeste and she seemed to be as girly as Erin pleased Mar, making her feel like her girls were dainty and she, their protector.<br><br>"Erin," Mar called out from the kitchen, the scent of the stew she was putting together thick in the air, "Do you think I should change?" She could switch to something a bit more formal but her thought process was that she wanted Celeste to see them as normal as possible. Not as the well-known couple that some of the tabloids and social media knew them as but...as Daddy and Mommy.<br><br>They had spent months talking back and forth online before meeting face to face and seeing if the dynamic they were searching for was even possible. Every time they finished an evening out together, Mar and Erin would return home and discuss the pros and cons, how they felt and made sure they were on the same page. After all, this wasn't just inviting someone to live with them, this was also inviting them into their lives, into their marriage...to become a family. The last thing Mar wanted was for this to hurt Erin and her's relationship in any kind of way. But every step of the way both women seemed to be on the same page until it just...made sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 05:13:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br>Erin looked up from the book she was reading, The Lost City of the Monkey God: A True Story, by Douglas Preston. Any time the scholar was caught reading a mass-market paperback outside of the privacy of her bedroom, that was a sure sign that the woman was nervous. To this day, she still refused to admit what she had read before the wedding to distract herself from the nerves.<br><br>Closing the book, not bothering to mark the page in any way aside from pure memory, Erin smiled at her wife and stood, chuckling. "Change into what, dear? Your other denim jacket? Perhaps one with your favorite band on the back?" Reaching up her carefully manicured hand, gold polish shining in the light, the redhead delicately brushed that one little lock of hair from her wife's eyes. "You look fine, darling. She already knows what you're like. She finds you beautiful or she wouldn't be coming today." The smile was complicated... Erin had put an awful lot of work into vetting Celeste, doing as much due diligence as possible to ensure the girl wasn't some kind of gold digger, stalker, or general parasite. Having money and providing for their little girl was part of the deal, but they certainly weren't trying to buy love, nor did they want the money situation to feel like anything other than well to do parents providing the absolute best for their daughter, despite the fact she was past her teenage years. Erin loved Mar with all her heart, and nothing could ever change that... But this was still a very big step in their new life. Extremely unconventional, but one they had definitely worked out between them, options and limits discussed, desires and needs explained, tears and hugs shared.. but this unusual style of relationship made sense, and she was deeply hoping that Celeste would work out as envisioned. So there was love in the smile, years together with her wife not softening the feelings at all, but tempered with the nerves and hope of having Celeste at home with them. But it was unquestionable how much Erin loved her Mar, reinforcing the emotions once more with another kiss. <br><br>The academic had a bizarre fairy tale childhood herself, but one unquestionably filled with happiness and multiple joys. Her parents had both been archaeologists, taking their young daughter on globetrotting adventures, performing careful digs in dozens of countries, reading their lectures and presentations to their daughter well before the child could understand the concepts. Aaron knew how to read ground penetrating radar scans before she truly understood the concept of having a permanent home, and could direct the setting up of a grid pattern for digging in four different languages before becoming a teenager. Her relationship with her parents remain solid, to the point she was happy to work with them at the same museum. It broke her heart that they were young people in the world who had parents infinitely worse, neglectful or downright terrible. Actually putting her life on hold, her career and aspirations, to dedicate the time needed for an infant just wasn't in the cards. But Celeste was going to get as much love as the slender woman could hold in her body. <br><br>The doorbell rang, sending the most famous notes of <em>Ode to Joy</em>, a personal favorite of the redhead, soaring through their penthouse home. "She's here at last!" Erin squealed excitedly, doing a little twirl before clasping her adored wife in a tight, but quick hug. Dashing to the door, she threw it open to reveal her nice dress and delicate makeup to their new family member. Part of her job was appearing at formal, fancy functions so she had a closet full of lovely gowns... Equally at home in jeans and a work shirt or heels and gowns that cost more than many people's monthly rent, Erin had settled on something nice but not super showy.<br><br>"Celeste! Oh you're here! Come on in sweetie, make yourself, well, at home! Mar should have dinner ready in a minute!" Pulling the sweet little blonde into a tight hug, Erin rested her head on the girls for a minute. Unable to resist, she held her new daughters head in hands, pressing lip to lip in a sweet little kiss... Mostly innocent for now.&nbsp; Pulling her daughter gently to her wife, the redhead grinned hugely, lightly propelling the young woman forward. "Look what I found, Mar!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 11:10:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>Thanking her Uber driver for the ride, Celeste stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Mar and Erin's home - her home, now, she reminded herself. She had a babyblue backpack slung over her shoulders and a single small suitcase in one hand. Light enough for her to carry without much trouble. The rest of her stuff had already arrived, or would be arriving later. She didn't actually know, and it didn't matter. She had everything she needed for tonight, at least, and probably the next few days as well. Not that it would have mattered a whole lot, even if she didn't. <br><br>It was strange, even now, to think about what was happening here, what she was doing, what <em>they</em> were doing. Strange to think how much her life had changed, since answering that little ad online. Celeste hadn't expected much to come of it, then. She'd answered it on a whim on a night that had been one of her lowest. Everything had been falling apart then. She was put on academic probation the semester before; she'd just found out that her scholarships were all either cancelled or suspended until she managed to bring her GPA back up. That meant, among other things, that she no longer had enough money to afford student housing. The student apartments weren't cheap, unless you wanted to share a tiny room with one or two other people. Celeste didn't. <br><br>There were other options for her, of course. That was something she'd tried to make clear, right from the beginning, as much for her own pride as anything else, though she suspected Mar and Erin appreciated knowing that Celeste hadn't approached them because she had no other options. She <em>did</em> have other options. Student loans, for one. Family wasn't an option, but she had friends who would have taken her in while she got herself straightened out and her life figured out. One bad year at school wasn't going to ruin her. It was just a very inconvenient setback. She definitely had options, though. Just, none of them were anywhere near as appealing as what Mar and Erin offered her.<br><br>It wasn't the money, wasn't even the offer of a place to stay, though those were perks. Only a complete fool or, worse, a liar would say they weren't. Celeste had admitted as much. But they weren't the <em>most</em> appealing thing. She'd dreamed of this kind of relationship, too. Maybe she didn't know the right words, didn't quite understand all the ins and outs, certainly didn't realize there was a whole subset within the bdsm community dedicated to this kind of lifestyle. But she'd known for a long time that she was submissive, had known even longer that she craved the care and love that her own parents failed to provide. When she saw Mar and Erin's ad, she knew <em>that</em> was something she wanted. Needed, even.<br><br>If this worked, it would be a dream come true. She really hoped it would. And she was terrified that she wouldn't.<br><br>Approaching the door, Celeste took a minute or two to gather her courage. Deep breaths. In through the nose. Hold it. Calm. <em>Calm.</em> Out through the mouth. She repeated the process a few times, then before she could convince herself she didn't belong her, didn't deserve this, would turn out to be a disappointment, she rang the doorbell. And before she had time to regret it, Erin answered.<br><br>Celeste's eyes grew wide, her mouth hung open. A blush rose up in her cheeks, and she had no idea why. They <em>had</em> all met before. But that was different, wasn't it? That was just a test. This was real. As soon as she stepped into this house, that woman in front of her was no longer Erin Sinclair - not to Celeste, anyway. That beaming, beautiful, wonderful redhead would be Mommy. She didn't see Mar. Not yet. Not when she was being all wrapped up in the warmest, most enthusiastic hug she'd even had. The kiss had her giggling, and then she found herself being swept into the house that would become her new home, bag still in one hand, backpack slung over her shoulders. <br><br>"Hi," she said. Soft, shy. Bashful. This to Mar. Then, realizing she hadn't actually greeted Erin either, Celeste turned her attention back to the other woman who had guided her in. "Thank you. I still can't believe this is happening. It's so . . ." She shook her head, lips breaking into a bright, white smile. "I'm excited."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 13:55:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Working on a recipe | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr>"Hey now," She teased with a fond smile, "I have more clothes than that, thank you very much." She winked and stared at the other woman as she counted easily, "Not as many as you, of course." The kiss that Erin placed on her lips caused Mar to calm, as it often did. It never mattered how scattered her brain felt, when her wife placed her soft lips against hers, it was like she had been hit with a wave of peace and she was able to think logically, to remind herself of what was important. Erin was right Celeste had seen them before and knew just what to expect. A change of clothes, a stylish hairstyle wouldn't enhance or take away from the moment.<br><br>The doorbell ringing pulled her from her thoughts and the excited announcement from her wife caused her smile to widen and she was so thankful for her, thankful that she was excited about this journey as much as Mar was. She knew how careful Erin had been, how she had made sure to protect them as much as possible because regardless of their good intentions there were people out there who...would have taken advantage. But the moment she had seen Celeste and they had chatted, she had felt a connection and she just knew that it would be different.<br><br>Turning the food to a low simmer, she wiped her hands with the towel that had been over her shoulder before she followed her wife a few steps behind. The comment Erin called over her shoulder caused her to chuckle and the moment her eyes landed on Celeste, she murmured, "I see. You seem to have found a lost little girl. Guess we should take her in." She had seen the kiss that Erin had bestowed upon the young woman's lips and it had filled her with warmth. Their own little family, Mar was so excited.<br><br>"Hi baby," Mar's voice was fond as she stared at Celeste before she took a step forward, "Here, let me take these, and I can put them in your bedroom." A few of her items had come in and she hoped that it wasn't all of it. There hadn't been a lot, really. Focusing on the moment, she grinned, "Excited is good. We'd much prefer you excited than...not."<br><br>She took Celeste's bags and placed them by the stairs, calling over her shoulder, "We picked a room for you but we have two more available if you'd prefer those. They're all the same, really, just the scenery." She looked at Celeste and then at her wife, before she walked back to them and placed her hand on the small of Erin's back, "We felt like perhaps the bedroom with less traffic was a little bit better to look at." She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Celeste's cheek, "Welcome home, princess."<br><br>There was so much that Mar wanted to ask about, wanted to make sure had been taken care of but she knew it would be discussed over dinner. She pressed a kiss to her wife's temple, "I'm going to check on the food, should be ready in a few minutes. Would you like to get freshened up for dinner? It's nothing big, and you already look amazing, I was just offering in case you needed a few minutes to yourself. You're home now, you're..." She looked at Erin and grinned, "You're with Mommy and Daddy now." It felt good to say it, good to speak out loud what they had been discussing quietly in their meetings.<br><br>As she moved back towards the kitchen she called over her shoulder, "You didn't have any trouble finding the place, correct? And your school changed your address and information?" It was important for Mar that Celest continue her education, that she go to school and do better than she had been doing. She wanted her little girl to be as smart as her Mommy, determined and educated. A smile lingered on her lips as she stirred the sauce and checked on the rice, "Just about five minutes, ladies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 14:58:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br>Erin nodded dutifully, agreeing that her tomboy wife did have more outfits.&nbsp; "At least two more denim jackets,&nbsp; your sports coat, those jeans with the holes..." She smiled, overflowing with adoration for the other woman. They could in some ways be considered opposites attracting... Erin with a lifetime in academia, unashamedly playing the role of rich lipstick lesbian, gliding through the upper class social circles her job opened the door to, and Mar's fame really gave them access to. The redhead reveled and how much her wife appreciated the fancy outfits and the care given to her appearance.. Erin wasn't exactly vain, but her demeanor and grooming did matter both as a professional, the wife of a celebrity chef, and for her own pride. Mar had just the right mix a softness and sternness to catch the younger woman's attention, and was equally supportive of Erin's work with the museum as Erin was Mar's more focused drive in the culinary world. In short, they worked very well together, enough that settling down in one place had finally made sense to Erin. Plus, having a permanent home meant the redhead could indulge in one of her other vices.... Fish tanks and aquarium setups.<br><br>Letting out a fluttering little noise, she rolled her shoulders. "Nobody has as much dresses as me." It was a little dead pan, not entirely true... Erin had a very nice collection, but she kept it under control before it spiraled out into addiction. Smiling so very happy, she nodded, playful and almost bouncing excited energy. "Can we keep her? Isn't she just the cutest?" She was blatantly talking over the head of the youngest woman, ignoring her for a second and focusing entirely on her wife. Erin would never harm her love, and she was carefully examining the older blonde to make sure everything was still okay. This was such a huge step, but it still seemed right. Celeste had always seemed just right, their little goldilocks. <em> She even looks like she could be Mar's daughter... Mar and the prom queen, head cheerleader, Miss Texas... So beautiful. I can't wait to spoil her!</em> "Excited is very good..." An easy, quick agreement. The woman wanted everybody in her little family to be happy as possible. It was part of her mommy duties, her mommy desires, and the pure love she felt for both women. Her women.&nbsp; <br><br>Shooting her wife a slight look, the I'm not annoyed but I will play at it for a second, Erin switched to smiling down at Celeste. "She means that they are basically the same, but I did start decorating one for you. It won't be any problem to switch rooms if you want, but they aren't super different, that's true. There's far too much stuff in my office to change that room, but if for some reason you do want one of the other bedrooms we can make that happen." Touching celeste's cheek, she gently played with the young girl's hair, smiling so happily. "I'm really glad you're here with us...." It absolutely warmed her heart to see Mar taking so well to the girl, the way the small blonde seem to fit in so neatly between everybody. Their princess, home at last, their little girl. Mommy and Daddy's baby to spoil and... Train.<br><br>Pulling both her woman into a tight hug, Erin closed her eyes, trying not to cry. This was a super special moment for her, the first of very many. "Welcome home, baby girl..."&nbsp; Grinning at the girl, her daughter, Mommy grabbed her hands again, tugging her into the living room. "I'll certainly give you a minute to freshen up if you want, but since we have time, I'm going to introduce you to one of my pride and joys!" <br><br>Erin went straight to a giant fish tank. It was massive, over six feet long, and almost as deep. There was a waterfall feature that filled the room with a pleasant splashing noise, cascading the water down almost a foot. It smelled of saltwater and sunshine. The tank itself was packed with life... Fish in all colors of the rainbow and beyond, swimming through dense coral and living plants. There was a small eel, though it was currently hiding, and shrimp swimming around. There was even a small, cute little spotted shark lurking in a little cave.<br><br>https://i.pinimg.com/originals/48/21/36/482136436e60bd8834885e491c89b3bc.jpg<br><br>Smiling at the tank, Erin waved a hand at it. "Behold, Mommy's hobby... An award winning saltwater fish tank. There's a wrasse, see how colorful they are.... I've got a blenny somewhere in here but I can never spot it, despite how big it is getting... Several gobys, including some firefish, so very beautiful!<br><br>Oooh, look, one of the butterfly fish! And that's a little school of chromis, see how they shimmer as they travel together.. and then the highlight of my collection, the catshark!"<br><br>She was so very proud, and it showed. "Each individual fish has a name, and none of them are types of sushi." The black look Erin sent at her wife suggested that the joke wasn't taken well by the redhead, overprotective of her fish babies. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 07:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>Celeste offered a shy wave when Mar greeted with, then gratefully handed over her bags. They weren't heavy; she was just small, a little under 5-foot-four with some soft curves and a slim build. She wasn't skinny, but she definitely wasn't built for lugging around bags. "Thanks," she remembered to say just as Mar set both bags down by the stairs. <br><br>With her hands free, she took the opportunity to straighten her dress a little. Tonight wasn't meant to be formal; they weren't a trio of lovers going on a group date together. They were a family, if a bit of an odd one, and that meant casual and comfortable. Still, Celeste wanted to look good for the two older women, and seeing what Erin was wearing made her glad that she hadn't opted for jeans and a t-shirt. Mar took a much more casual approach than her wife, but they both looked good. In the end, Celeste was happy with her choice, too. They all had their own unique styles. Both she and Erin were soft and femme, both of them in dresses. Erin's gown was just a little more . . . grown up than Celeste's black polka dot dress. Mar dressed like the family Daddy should: lots of denim.<br><br>It was already starting to feel like a family. And <em>she</em> was already starting to feel like their little girl, particularly when the two older women started discussing her bedroom. They sounded exactly like Celeste thought a happily married couple would sound, while discussing their little girl. When there was a pause in the discussion where she could interrupt, Celeste said: "I'm sure I'll be happy with the one you picked out." And she would be. The last thing she wanted to do, especially this early on, was to come across as a spoiled little priss who had to get everything exactly her way.<br><br>Although, she did like how it sounded when Mar called her Princess. Celeste smiled, a small blushing touching her cheeks. They were absolutely burning when Mar referred to herself and Erin as Mommy and Daddy. "Thank you . . . umn, Daddy." There. Now she'd said it too. The first time ever. <em>Daddy.</em> It felt good; it felt sweet. It felt right. <em>Daddy.</em> Mar, her Daddy. Erin, her Mommy. Saying it, somehow, made it so much more real. Then, before she realized what was happening, she found herself all wrapped up in a pair of maternal arms, her face nuzzled up against Erin's breasts. She wanted to cry, too. Instead, she giggled. A nervous giggle, a happy sound. "Thank you, Mommy." She added, just to even things up. Now she'd said both. Mommy and Daddy, Daddy and Mommy. <br><br>It was ridiculous; it was wonderful. She was blushing fiercely; she was happier than she'd ever been. She grabbed Erin's hand, and followed her to wherever she was being led, practically skipping as she went. <br><br>"I don't need to freshen up or anything. I just finished showering before I came over here." She explained, as together with Erin they came into a room the housed the <em>biggest</em> fish tank Celeste had ever seen outside of a zoo. Forgetting for a moment that Erin still held her hand, Celeste hurried over toward the glass, not stopping until she reached the end of her maternal leash. She didn't tug, just stopped. Call it a little girl's instinct. And she waited until Mommy caught up. <br><br>She didn't touch the tank. Sometimes people didn't like that, she knew. There were signs up on a lot of the aquariums she'd seen on school trips, warning visitors to keep their hands off the glass. Celeste kept hers - the one not in Erin's - at her side, where it plucked away at the skirt of her dress. Her nose, however, hovered less than an inch away. Then one of the fish swam right up by her face, and she flinched back, touched her nose, as if to check and make sure it was still there. Satisfied that it was, she lowered hand back to her side and leaned in again - just not quite as close this time. <br><br>"This is so neat." She said. The words were meant for Erin, but Celeste spoke them into the glass tank. Maybe she had seen larger aquariums at public zoos before. Maybe those had more fish and other cute little animals. But it was different, so much different, when you had one right there in your own home. <br><br>It was Erin's comment about sushi that finally grabbed the girl's attention away from the tank. She turned to the older woman, brow furrowed, looking a little confused. Then she got it. And she started to giggle. "Has Daddy actually tried to turn some of these into sushi?" She asked, loud enough for Mar to have heard from the kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 13:12:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Plating dinner while listening to her girls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr>There was a playful smile on her lips as she listened to Erin and Celeste chat and when Erin showed her one of her most precious and priceless possessions, Mar couldn't help but chuckle in the kitchen. If there was one thing that her wife couldn't get enough of, it was aquariums. Lately, she had been thinking that maybe they should move somewhere closer to the coast so that Erin could enjoy the ocean a lot more, where she could go snorkeling or out on a boat and get lost with the sea creatures she loved so much. Mar didn't mind it at all, in fact, she found it really endearing that her wife, who to her was so sophisticated and put together, had such a girlish delight over her aquarium and her sea friends. Mar knew she could be exactly the same way...but with food. She wondered if Celeste would enjoy going to a farmer's market with her and couldn't help but chuckle to herself if her little girl would get as bored with her as her wife did when she too ten minutes discussing jalapenos with a vendor. <br><br>Her little girl. It was still so surreal to say and hearing Celeste call her Daddy had made her chest tighten with emotion. She knew that all three of them were anxious and nervous about this living arrangement but she could also see the excitement, the anticipation of things to come. It wasn't just the intimate aspects either, it was the true genuine connection that she was already starting to feel with Celeste every time they saw one another or chatted on the phone. It was how she had come to care for the young woman already so quickly.<br><br>"I have not!" Mar called out with a laugh when she realized the conversation they were having, her lips curved into a wider smile. She rolled her eyes affectionately as she scooped up the rice and then poured the chicken and vegetable stew over it. She added after a minute or so, "I just mentioned that some of them would make interesting dishes." She looked up and locked eyes with her wife, giving her a wink and a tender smile. She was joking, of course, she would never break her wife's heart in any kind of way, especially by murdering one of her babies. She mumbles playfully, "You make one comment, and suddenly..."<br><br>She walked to the dining room table and began to set their plates down before she moved back to the kitchen and reached for a bottle of wine to open and enjoy with dinner. She paused before she looked over at Celeste and instead of asking her, she locked eyes with her wife and arched an eyebrow, "Should we allow the princess to drink with us?" Celeste was close enough to the legal drinking age that she could drink with them, but this was another way to gently drive home the point that now she had parents and they would make the decision for her on whether or not she would be able to drink with them. She wanted to make sure that Celeste would already see that even in little ways, they were the ones who would protect her, even if she thought she could handle it herself.<br><br>As she waited for Erin's response, she looked at Celeste and inquired, "You've sent us an email with your class schedule and what you need to do to get back on track?" It was October and while Mar had never gone to a traditional University, she knew that soon enough Celeste would be on Winter break and she hoped that by then, she fixed some of the errors from the past few months. While Mar wasn't necessarily strict about schooling and education, she was rather firm with sticking it out with something until it was done. If Celeste wanted to continue with her education, then she needed to put in all of her efforts and needed to stop lazying about.<br><br>"Dinner is just about ready," She nodded her head towards the dining room, "I didn't make dessert but I'm sure we can order something or I can make something for us if we'd like it." Checking the kitchen, she added, "Celeste, be a good girl and grab the utensils for us." She pointed towards the drawers to the side, giving instructions out and seeing how they both felt as Mar took on her Daddy role and Celeste their little girl role.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>30-08-2021, 04:03:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Anxious, excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br><br>It was so fun seeing their new little girl blush like that, knowing it was just the first of many. Being called Mommy and Daddy warmed her heart, starting to fill in that little gap she had become aware of recently, the only thing she could claim was less than perfect in her marriage to Mar. "Of course, pumpkin. Our little princess, home at last, home at last with us where you belong! Such an adorable little darling, so sweet and beautiful!" Erin could gush a little bit when she was happy, a couple of compliments here and there really wasn't anything at all compared to when the words started truly flowing. <br><br>Mommy was attentive enough to realize that her little Celeste had stopped instead of pulling, rewarding the girl with a gentle squeeze of the hand and murmured "Good girl. " The little blondes delight was contagious, and her antics endearing, heart melting. Celeste definitely showed every sign of fitting in perfectly, being the perfect little girl they needed. Mommy couldn't help but laugh softly at the girls sillyness. "Don't worry darling, most of them don't bite. Still a good idea not to stick your finger in the tank though. I do have timers set up for the feeding if necessary, but if possible I like to do it by hand, and I'll teach you how much and when for each species."&nbsp; <br><br>Lightly touching Celeste's hair, giving that beautiful main little comforting pets, Erin leaned into whisper quickly. "She's joked about it twice, not that I'm counting." Still, despite or because of the banter, she looked over and up at her wife, smiling the just for Mar smile. They had a truly good life together, and Erin adored her spouse, partner, and best friend. "Love you Mar. Daddy." Grinning, suddenly delighted at the new roles once more, Erin&nbsp; covered her mouth with an elegant hand to hide the giggles.<br><br>Leading Celeste back to the table, she sat in her accustomed seat and watched the goings on, all regal, matriarch of her little family. Blinking up at Mar, slightly surprised by the question, the redhead shook her head. "Oh my no, she's much too young for that. I think she should stick with healthy beverages only. We do have some sparkling grape juice in the fridge, I believe. That will do for a celebration." Still, a slight shrug of her shoulders indicated that Daddy could make the final decision if so desired. They certainly weren't going to let Celeste be a party animal, but this was a special occasion. Erin did have a slightly wicked look on her face, enjoying the power the precious little blonde had surrendered to her new parents. Something about lovingly running the girls life definitely appealed to the naughty side of Mommy. <br><br>"I know we have a meeting with her Dean coming up soon, Mar my love. I've added it onto your calendar as well, with advance notice." Of course that didn't answer the question if Celeste had followed through on what Daddy had requested, so mommy turned her even gaze to the girl, waiting to see what the response was. And if Celeste would do the table setting as commanded... Mommy was betting that she would, Mar was used to giving orders and being obeyed, especially in the kitchen. <br><br>"As part of ensuring your school work gets done, sweetie, Daddy and I have established your bedtime at 10:00. You are forbidden from using any electronics aside from an ebook not connected to the internet past 9:00. If you need to stay out late for some sort of special occasion, giving us plenty of advance notice significantly increases your chances of getting our approval. Showing up at home or to class 5 minutes past the deadline is not good enough. Not at all. Do you understand my little darling?" Mommy was keeping the tone light enough, though with enough sternness to make it clear that this was a pronouncement, not any form of a debate or negotiating. Celeste had rules, and they would be enforced. That was part of the agreement, what everyone involved needed for various reasons
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>31-08-2021, 06:50:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>Celeste had to bite her lip to keep from giggling at Mar and Erin's back-and-forth. They were a cute couple. But she'd always known that. This was just the the first time seeing it in action, and surprisingly, she didn't feel even the slightest pang of jealousy. That had worried her, when they first started talking together. How might she fit in to their lives? Would she be an afterthought, just a bit of fun on the side? These two had been married for years, known each other for longer. They had a life together, a whole long history. There was no way Celeste could compete with that. Not that she ever expected to, or even wanted to. But she didn't want to feel less-than either; she wanted to feel special, cared for, loved. Her mind told her that that would take time; you can't build a relationship over night. Her heart wanted it to happen sooner, though.<br><br>Turned out, her heart was getting its way. She didn't know exactly how Mar and Erin felt about her, but she knew how they were making her feel. In a word, welcome. Welcome not just into their home but into their relationship, into their lives. She was their little girl, and she didn't feel jealous at all. That was strange. But it was a welcome peculiarity.<br><br>On the way back to the kitchen, she started to feel other things too. It was Erin's response to Mar's question about the wine that did it. The first time Mommy put her foot down about anything. Celeste had known it was coming, eventually; they'd all three been pretty clear from the beginning what her role in this relationship would be. That still didn't prepare her for it. She didn't say anything at first, just put a hand over her fluttering tummy. Excitement, that was part of it. A bit of frustration too - <em>I can drink what I want!</em> She didn't say that, though; it wasn't her place to argue with Mommy and Daddy. That excited her, too. Not sexually, not really. It was a different sort of excitement, a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach rather than between her legs. Not sexual, no, but no less intense. This was her initiation into the role, even more than calling Erin Mommy, even more than calling Mar Daddy. Those were just titles. This was real. She was their submissive little girl; they made the decisions. Mommy and Daddy called the shots. <br><br>As to the wine, Celeste didn't say anything. She'd been drunk before - and more than once. The drinking age was 18 where she'd come from and most people started long before then. She wasn't about to tell either of them that, though they probably suspected. Not too many women reached their 20th birthday without ever having indulged. Besides, Celeste didn't actually like wine all that much. If she was going to drink, it needed to be a whole lot sweeter and a whole lot more sugary. Somehow, she doubted anything like that would be offered. Grapejuice sounded fine. It was up to Mommy and Daddy, though - she'd let them decide. <br><br>Then Mar brought up school. Celeste felt her stomach do another little flip, her heart begin to race. She licked her lips, eyes darting back and forth between the two older women as they discussed her, just like before, almost as if she weren't even there. Mommy and Daddy's little girl indeed. Celeste was beginning to feel <em>very</em> small. And she loved it. She loved it, because it felt real. Her frustration certainly was. Nothing major, just a small surge of grumpy, childish indignance stirring up in the pit of her stomach. It took some serious restraint on her part not to stomp her foot on the floor in protest. <br><br>Instead, she gave her head a small nod. "I sent it, Daddy." Her eyes turned to Erin, then, a pair of red circles in the younger woman's cheek. She had no idea what sort of meeting they had planned with her Dean, except that the main topic would be her. That was embarrassing, if not quite humiliating. It was also exciting. Just more proof how much her life was changing, that she was part of this family now. Erin, Mar, and Celeste. Mommy, Daddy, and their little girl. <br><br>Without a word of protest, she hurried into the kitchen where the utensils were waiting. They were in her hands, and she was already bringing them back to the table, when Mommy started talking about bedtimes. And this time, Celeste actually did stomp her foot, stopping in her tracks to do so. "That's <em>so</em> early!" She protested, standing just beside the table. Her eyes locked onto Erin's first, stared at her for a moment, then switched to Daddy, where she hoped to find a little more lenience. Doubtful. But a girl could hope. "I don't want to go to bed that early." She said in a much softer voice than before, more a defeated pout than a defiant protest. She lowered her eyes, dropped a fork and knife and whatever else was needed down on the table by the first of the three plates. "I won't even be able to sleep if I go to bed at 10."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>31-08-2021, 22:53:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Plating dinner while listening to her girls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr>When Erin declined to let Celeste drink with them, Mar simply nodded. Even if she had objected to it, both women had agreed that any differences of opinions would be resolved behind closed doors, not in front of Celeste. The last thing either of them wanted was for Celeste to feel like she could go to one parent over the other. Even though there was a fairly strong chance that already Celeste knew that Mar would be the 'lenient' one while Erin would be the strict one. It wasn't that Mar wanted to be the cooler parent or anything, it was just...she wanted to give her girls anything they wanted. How was she supposed to do that if she had to tell them no?<br><br>"Good girl," She murmured when Celeste confirmed that she sent her the email that was needed. Mar would sit down later and review what needed to be done just to make sure their little girl was back on track. She needed to make sure that she got out of the Dean's bad list, and if her parents had to be strict with her about it then so be it.<br><br>She had just parted her lips when she heard Celeste's exclamation and the stomp of her foot. Mar slowly turned her eyes towards the young woman and watched her with slightly narrowed eyes. The softened voice did not detract from the fact that she had stomped her foot at her parents and it was then that Mar realized that this was their first 'test' as Celeste's new parents. While ten was perhaps a little early for someone her age, Mar and Erin just wanted to make sure that their little girl got the rest she needed and didn't let herself be distracted by electronics or anything else.<br><br>Thoughtfully she looked at Erin and then at Celeste, watching her as she set the utensils down, and once she finally did, she spoke, "Celeste. Later bedtimes are privileges that good girls earn through hard work and good behavior." Mar walked over to her and cupped her chin, guiding her eyes back to hers as she continued quietly but loud enough for Erin to be involved in the conversation, "You're currently on academic probation. Instead of worrying about how early your bedtime is, perhaps you should take that as a way to be refreshed in the morning so that you can give your studies proper focus."<br><br>She looked at her wife and then continued, hoping that she was giving the right information, and knowing that if she wasn't, Erin would correct her once they were alone, "We can discuss it in a month when you show us your progress. I think Mommy and I are willing to give you some rewards if you're a good girl and show us you're behaving and doing as requested." She tapped her nose with a wink, "We want the best for our princess."<br><br>Leaving Erin and Celeste at the table, she went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of sparkling grape juice to pour Celeste a drink. This was one of the parts that they had agreed upon, the taking care and taking charge of Celeste's life, both academically and personally. She knew that there would be some growing pains but she very much hoped that it wouldn't be so soon after their little girl came home. Still, Mar knew that she was Daddy for a reason and if it came down to it, she wouldn't be opposed to a family meeting after dinner where they reminded their little girl just who was in charge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>05-09-2021, 05:09:22</strong>
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				Mommy was enjoying just watching her two favorite people, seeing her new daughter doing chores, accepting her role. Fitting in her place in the little small, happy family. "Thank you sweetie, get me some ice water too please. Daddy and I are happy to help you get your college experience back on track. We're going to be so happy and so proud of you when you graduate! Won't that be a really exciting day?" The intellectual was absolutely beaming at Celeste, clearly as enthusiastic about the idea as if the girl was her biological daughter. <br><br>The pouting wasn't at all unexpected, Erin knew that Celeste was experiencing a lot of changes all at once, and was adjusting from no rules at all, to a very hands on, loving control. That was a big change for anyone, and truly, no little girls wanted to have a bedtime. So the redheads face was mildly stern, though Mar could probably detect faint hints of amusement lurking in her wife's eyes. This wasn't anything to get particularly worked up about, Celeste needed guidance and support, and they would give her exactly that no matter how much the tantrums escalated. There were definitely ways to correct super bad behavior. <br><br>"Daddy is right, darling. I know it's early, and I know you don't want to go to bed that early. But your parents have decided, because it's for your own good. You'll get used to going to bed, and waking up feeling rested and energetic." She gave her wife a little nod of approval and support, Mar was doing good and gently setting the rules and expectations. Controlling another human being like this was such a thrill! But also intensely loving..&nbsp; a most unusual form of bonding but one that warmed her on so many levels. <br><br>Giving both the amazing precious woman a soft little smile, she nodded. "Yes, we can certainly revisit any issues. And we aren't going to be unreasonable, we want you to thrive and be happy with us. We aren't going to be cruel, but sometimes little girls just have to accept their parents rules. We don't expect you to be perfect, but we do expect you to listen and know that misbehavior will have consequences." She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, underscoring exactly how much she meant that last part. The thought of spanking and disciplining her little sweet blonde had the redhead clenching her legs together. <br><br>"So miss chef! Please share with us the amazing meal you've cooked for your family." It was hard to say which look was more loving... The one to her wife or for the delicious smelling food. Erin was spoiled and knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2021, 08:12:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>As far s setting the table went, Celeste did everything she was told as well as she knew how to do it. If there was some special way to arrange the cutlery, well, that'd be for Mar or Erin to explain - <em>she</em> didn't know. But she did her best; that's what counted. As for Erin's water, Celeste got that too. Three cubes, because Erin hadn't specified how much she wanted, and three seemed like a good, neutral number. Not too much; not too little. The glass, along with the cutlery, was all on the table by the time their brief little exchange flared up.<br><br>And it <em>was</em> brief. <br><br>Celeste didn't want to be a brat. For tonight, at least, that was the major deterrent keeping her in line, much more than the threat of spanking. Those would hurt. A little or a lot remained to be seen, but they wouldn't be pleasant. Of that, Celeste was certain. Submissive to the core, yes, bt she wasn't a masochist, just like Mar and Erin weren't, she didn't think, sadists. No, Celeste didn't really <em>want</em> to be spanked. But she was curious - curious to see how it felt, both physically and psychologically. What would it be like, a fully grow woman, to submit herself to discipline from her new Mommy and Daddy, just like she actually <em>was</em> a little girl again. Their little girl? And how much would it actually hurt? A little or a lot; she wanted to know. But she didn't want to be difficult on their very first night together. She wanted to be their good girl who sometimes needed correction, not some little hell-raiser constantly bratting.&nbsp; <br><br>She also didn't want to go to bed at 10 PM.<br><br>It was Mar's thoughtful voice that started the process of calming Celeste's frustration; it was having her chinned cupped, eye-contact forced, that completed it. Silently, she stared back at the older woman - her Daddy - blue eyes meeting the stern, but calm, paternal pair looking back at her. Celeste shifted on her feet, felt her cheeks growing hot. She knew she was blushing, partly for the outburst, mostly because of how she was being treated: like a little girl. Daddy's little girl. She loved it, but it was still embarrassing to be openly chastised like this. Some butterflies fluttered around the pit of her stomach, and Celeste found herself doing a little more awkward squirming, weight shifting from foot-to-foot as she listened first to her Daddy, then her Mommy.<br><br>They were both stern, but neither one sounded angry. For that, Celeste was grateful. A firm hand on the first night was one thing; actual frustration from one or both of her parents was not something she wanted to provoke. It'd happen eventually, she knew; it happened in any relationship. People inevitably got frustrated with each other, let their emotions briefly get the better of them. It wasn't a big deal. But she'd rather not have it happen on their first night. Good, then, that Mommies and Daddies had more patience than their little girls. <br><br>Celeste rubbed her chin when Mar at last let it go, more for her wounded pride than any physical pain. Daddy had been gentle. She wore a sheepish grin, her cheeks still pink, head lowered and eyes downcast. At least until Erin mentioned <em>consequences</em> - all three of them knew what that meant. They'd discussed it thoroughly online, over the phone, in their few face-to-face meetings before this. It was all Celeste could do to keep herself from reaching back to rub her dress-covered butt. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling all that curious about getting her first spanking; suddenly, now that the threat had been made, she wanted nothing more than to be Mommy and Daddy's <em>good</em> little girl. She shifted her eyes briefly to Erin, felt her cheeks grow even hotter, and heard a soft whimper escape her lips that she hadn't meant to make.<br><br>But then, it seemed, it was all over. Daddy's little nose-boop even had her smiling again, and Erin's comment about the food alerted Celeste to the pleasant aromas wafting in from the kitchen. Eager to put the last couple minutes well-behind them, Celeste said: "It smells really good, Daddy." <em>Daddy</em> - she liked that word. And Mommy. She liked that one, too, even if it would likely be a while before she could say either one without blushing. That was okay, though. Blushing wasn't a bad thing; being embarrassed wasn't a bad thing. Not here, anyway. They were family. <br><br>"Do we get dessert too?" She wondered, this question directed equally to both parents, and her eyes darted back-and-forth between the two while she eagerly awaited their answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 03:04:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Plating dinner while listening to her girls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr><br>And just like that, it seemed like the tantrum was over and done with. Mar and Erin both knew what Celeste wanted because it aligned perfectly with their own wants and needs, so while it had come up so early after Celeste's arrival was a surprise but not a shock. Still, it seemed like as soon as the outburst had come, it had gone and while she knew that Celeste wasn't entirely happy about the bedtime hour, she would come to understand the need for it. Mar and Erin had both agreed on the schedule, they had agreed on a few other rules and they both would support one another on it. It was important for Mar to listen to Celeste but to also guide her and make sure she went down the right path.<br><br>What pleased her immensely was Erin's support and also Celeste's acceptance and when she returned back to the table with their drinks in hand, she looked at her little girl and gave her a wink. A laugh escaped her as she finally sat down and looked at the two ladies, "Well it's one of the dishes I'm trying to perfect for my new book. It's a cajun-style chicken stew with white rice. There's chicken, of course, and some vegetables, onions, with a slight kick." She winked at Erin, reaching out to squeeze her wife's hand affectionately, "Not too strong, of course. I did put in the recipe to use the cayenne 'up to chef's discretion'."<br><br>She looked at Celeste and her face softened as she added, "I can easily make something for you, princess, you just let Daddy know what you want." Oh yes, when it came to food, she was more than happy to spoil her girls. It would definitely not be the first time or the last that someone in her life had said they wanted something and she had pulled out all the stops for them. Her wife, especially knew just how much Mar enjoyed cooking for her loved ones. Her voice was excited but also a bit nervous as she looked at Celeste, "I do hope you like dinner. But if you don't, it's fine, I can easily make something else for you." Perhaps not the best answer to give their daughter but Mar wanted them both happy, she would ensure that.<br><br>She mixed the stew and the white rice together as she looked at Erin and inquired, "How was work today, baby?" It was a typical dinner for them and while yes, Celeste was the new addition, it wouldn't stop her from also making sure that she gave her wife the attention that she always bestowed upon her. She took a sip of her wine, checking on Celeste to make sure that she had everything she needed before setting her drink down and beginning to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 21:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Hungry, pleased, aroused.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br><br>Mommy almost bounced in her seat, leaning forward onto the table to get a better look at her beautiful sternly loving wife and precious new daughter. It was so appealing, arousing, to watch Daddy control the sweet little younger blonde. Seeing how Celeste submitted, relaxed, surrendered to her parents was amazing. Erin's eyes shone as she licked her lips, almost purring. "Utterly adorable.. " She said as the red cheeked little girl looked at her Mommy owner.&nbsp; Mar had handled the little submissive perfectly, reinforcing both the contr and their love for the girl. If they didn't care, they wouldn't set rules, wouldn't invite the girl into their lives and marriage.<br><br>Holding out her arms, she cradled her daughter against her chest, placing a little kiss on that sweet blonde head. "Yum yum yum. " She smiled at her beloved wife, bringing Mar's talented hand up to her lips. "Of course, not too spicy. At your discretion, head chef, yep." Erin was an adventurous eater, having experience in cuisine from all over the world, but still could only handle so much spicy. The redhead had small worries about going to far overboard in catering to a fussy girl's desires, but understood that Mar's main way of caring for people was food. If Celeste took too much advantage, they could recalibrate. No point in stirring up trouble, or disappointing Mar during the early adjustment phase. They would get everything worked out in time. Besides, there were much more fun considerations to keep in mind... Resting her head on Celeste's, Erin grinned at her love. "Mmm yes darling, please tell us what's for dessert. I'm sure we're both going to clear our plates so we can enjoy whatever yummy treat you've made for us..." Erin definitely had a famous sweet tooth. <br><br>"It was ok." She said with a little shrug, squeezing Celeste gently and giving another happy smile to Mar as they begin eating. "I had a couple of tours, and was reviewing all the placards for the new exhibition on the dig in Greece. It's going to be a really good show, we have the pre-opening sneak peek in a week. I'll help you pick your outfit for that Celeste." Taking another big bite of the food and happily swallowing it, Erin tilted her head. "But I didn't really focus on work, I was too excited about our little darling moving in.<br><br>Did you make any progress on the book? I think you said you were having mechanical troubles at one of your restaurants, did that get all straightened out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>25-09-2021, 09:12:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>Celeste relaxed visibly when the conversation moved beyond her brief outburst, sinking a little deeper into her chair. Despite her curiosity, and maybe a little sexual excitement over the idea, she didn't <em>really</em> want to get into trouble. Not now, at least, not when it was so real. Later that night or the next day, she'd probably start to wonder again, to fantasize, maybe even tempt fate a little, push her Mommy and Daddy's buttons just to see what they'd do, to see what it would be like to <em>really</em> get into trouble. How much would a spanking hurt? Not a fun one either, meant for play, but a real one, on her bare bottom. Long, hard, painful. She didn't want to find out. And she <em>really</em> wanted to find out.<br><br>It was very confusing.<br><br>And it was wonderful. <br><br>Mar's voice popped Celeste out of her daydream. Smiling, she shook her head. "No, I want to try this. It looks so good!" Plus, it'd be rude to make Mar could something else up all for her. Celeste didn't say that, though. For one thing, it wasn't something any little girl was likely to think about. For another, she really did want to make a good first impression with her new parents. They'd met and talked plenty of times before, of course, but tonight was their first <em>real</em> night together. As a family. It was important that it go well. For Celeste. For all three of them. <br><br>As for her tantrum, well--she <em>was</em> their little girl. Little girls threw fits sometimes. <br><br>Anyway, what small fear Celeste had that the food might be too spicy was put to rest by her Mommy's own comment. She was glad for that. Spicy foods were among her least favourite; they burned her tongue and made her eyes water. "Do we get dessert every night?" She found herself asking, prompted by Erin's question. <br><br>After that, she fell mostly silent, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two older women as they shared their days with one another. None of it meant much to Celeste, but she listened avidly nonetheless. Somehow, she didn't feel left out, either. Not a third wheel intruding in on the life of this longtime couple, on these two women who'd been with each other for . . . how long? A decade, maybe. More. Celeste didn't know. And she didn't feel left out, didn't feel like they were talking over her. Or maybe she did, but not in a bad way. More like a little girl who had to sit quietly while Mommy and Daddy discussed their grown-up things. <br><br>The image almost made her giggle. It <em>did</em> give her butterflies, and she had to lay a hand over her tummy to calm them. She was their little girl. Mommy and Daddy's princess. It took her a moment to realize that Erin had said something to her. Blinking, Celeste turned her eyes on the older woman, grinned, but still didn't say anything. Mommy and Daddy were still talking. <br><br>"What mechanical troubles?" She finally asked, peering over at Mar, curiosity at last overcoming manners. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>27-09-2021, 02:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Enjoying Dinner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr><br>There was something quite thrilling about the way she watched Erin with Celeste, the way her wife was already becoming quite enamored with their daughter. She was so used to Erin giving her that kind of attention, her affections had been for her alone but seeing her with Celeste didn't raise any insecurities within her. Quite the contrary, it was thrilling to get to see her wife being so tender towards someone else and know that this was the person they chose to involve in their lives. Both Mar and Erin had made sure to bring someone in who would add to their relationship not take away from it and already she could see how well it was turning out.<br><br>"I'm looking forward to the show," Mar nodded as she took a bite, quiet as she tasted all of the flavors and found that she was pleased with how they all blended together perfectly to create a harmonious dish. Personally, she could have gone with a little more spice but that could be something she added on her own, no need to make the dish just for her, after all. <br><br>She looked at Celeste with a wink, "Mostly every night, baby." For a moment her thoughts turned sexual and she let her eyes wander along Celeste's face wondering how she would look in bliss as Mar or Erin had her for dessert but then she blinked and the thought disappeared. While it was a pleasant one to have for sure, the point of the union between all three of them was not just for sex and pleasure.<br><br>They were a family.<br><br>"Oh," She shook her head after taking a sip of her wine, "Thankfully the mechanic came out and was able to replace the faulty part, so we didn't have to buy an entire new oven." She looked at Celeste and explained, "We had an oven with a door that wouldn't latch correctly and it wasn't cooking the food within the proper temperature. But we got it fixed." At the mention of the book though, she shook her head, "Unfortunately, the book is giving me a few issues. I am trying to find more recipes to include and having some difficulties." It wasn't that she was having problems finding them, actually but rather narrowing them down.<br><br>She reached out and tucked Celeste's hair behind her ear as she asked curiously, "Maybe you'd like to help me one night narrow it down. You could tell me what are some of your favorite desserts and I can add them to the book." She looked at Erin sweetly as she murmured, "I added a few of Erin's favorite dishes in the last book that was published." She loved having those moments, those little notes of affection in her books.<br><br>Recalling that she hadn't answered them about dessert, she chuckled, "I haven't made dessert yet but whatever you ladies want, I will create." She looked at Celeste, "Since this is your first night here, princess, tell Daddy what you'd like for dessert."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>11-10-2021, 16:11:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Hungry, pleased, aroused.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br>Mommy gave her little sweet daughter a look of quick approval, pleased that the girl was being brave and trying new foods. It would have been within the boundaries of her role to praise her daughter for it, but she decided the happy look was enough praise for now. <em> I suppose there aren't really a ton of limits with how young I can treat Celeste, but I don't want to push things too far right now..</em>. Perhaps she was overthinking, but at the same time caution and forethought were part of her job everyday. There was almost never taking things too slowly. Caution prevented things from getting broken.<br><br>"Dessert is a sometimes food..." The redhead murmured, there was certain twinkle in her eyes indicated she knew full well that sweets were also her weakness and she would have to make a conscious effort to be a good role model for the sweet young blonde.&nbsp; The innate desire to simply give her new family member everything she wanted was strong, but also not truly good parenting in the long run. And Celeste deserved the best, which definitely included the ability to tell her no, to deny her things for her own good. <br><br>Smiling at her beloved wife, Erin lightly played with a strand of her flaming red hair. "It's going to be something truly spectacular, I think. We really went above and beyond. There's been a lot of movement in the past 10 years towards making exhibits almost overwhelmingly stunning. So it's a big show, and we've woven in several excellent stories and themes. Did you ever read any of the Greek mythology Celeste?" Perhaps a slight detour, but mommy definitely didn't want to leave her sweetie out of all the conversation. <br><br>There was a little blush gracing her cheeks as Mar flirted with their daughter.... It was subtle, but she definitely recognized the intent, and it sent a rush of warmth through her body. They had found such a gorgeous amazing young woman to bring into their life, their family... And the girl was super submissive! Very much a perk in the redheads eyes, giving her a chance to express all sorts of sides of herself that frequently didn't get to come out. She was the luckiest woman in the world. <br><br>"Definitely good news there. I understand that it's precision equipment, but some of the costs of kitchen gadgets astound me." Mommy grinned at her wife, daddy, perfectly happy to leave the kitchen department to the expert most times. Erin wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, could strip and repair or at least maintain a surprising number of scientific tools, but some of the fiddly stuff in the kitchen still baffled her. <br><br>Taking Celeste and, so she could get attention from both her parents, not that she was ever trying to steal a moment from Mar, mommy had such a happy smile tensed with just the tiniest edge of guilt. Erin was definitely a helpful person, but did not contribute at all to narrowing down food options..&nbsp; having been such an adventure some sort, she had favorite dishes from multiple countries... If forced to pick something randomly drawing options out of a bag wasn't the worst way to narrow things down. <br><br>The redhead had to restrain herself from enthusiastically requesting sweets, knowing that Celeste deserved to pick as well.. switching the smile from her wife to daughter, she nodded. "This is a very special day in our lives little darling, and we're probably going to spoil you a bit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>19-10-2021, 08:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr>Celeste smiled at Mar, for the wink as much as what she said. Like Daddy was letting her in on a little secret shared just between the two of them. Oh, sure. Mommy <em>knew</em> about it--how could she not? She was sitting right there and clearly within earshot. Erin probably even saw the wink. But she wasn't <em>in</em> on it. At least not in the same way that Celeste and Mar were in on it.<br><br>Not Celeste wanted to exclude Erin--or Mar, for that matter--from anything. That wasn't the point. The point was, she was suddenly starting to feel a whole lot less like an intruder in a happy marriage and more like the third, and equally important, member of their family. Just like Erin and Mar had <em>their</em> relationship, Celeste was building one with Mar, and she was building one with Erin. She was finding her niche.<br><br>Besides, Erin was <em>sitting right there!</em> Of course she wasn't excluded.<br><br>She made that known by adding a little comment of her own that drew Celeste's eyes and pulled the conspiratorial grin right off the girl's face. Sometimes food sounded a lot less common than 'almost every night.' <br><br>Celeste chewed her lip, big blue eyes locked on the redhead's, then finally nodded. Strict Mommy. Lenient Daddy. At least when it came to food. Now she knew who to come to whenever she wanted a snack. <br>&nbsp;<br>After that, Celeste went mostly silent, letting the "grown ups" talk, while she sampled more of her food. Most of what the other two women talked about went over her head, but when her name was mentioned, Celeste perked up. She had her cup at her mouth and was currently mid-gulp, eyes peering over the rim at Erin. A few seconds later, she put it down, wiped any residual damp from her mouth with the back of her hand, then shrugged. "Only a little bit. I think it's neat--I've just never never gotten around to reading much of it, I guess."<br><br>Then her eyes went back to Mar, who was tucking some of Celeste's hair back behind her ear. She smiled; she liked being touched. Growing up, affection had been in short supply in her home. Not in her new home, though. Here, there'd be plenty of affection to go around. This bit of touching didn't last long, though, and soon Mommy and Daddy were back to talking about Mommy and Daddy things.<br><br>Celeste returned to her meal, nodding when Mar tried to explain what was going on but not really understanding--mostly because she hadn't been listening. Daddy was a <em>very</em> good cook. Her food was distracting. <br><br>Talk of dessert got her attention, though. She perked up, eyeing Erin first, then Mar.<br><br>"Anything?" She queried, a little cautious. As if it were too good to be true! It almost was. She bit her lip, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two women, Mommy and Daddy, Daddy and Mommy. "Cheesecake?" She asked, finally. "I like cherry cheesecake." Loved would have been a more appropriate term. But Celeste didn't want to seem <em>too</em> eager. "Can we have that, Daddy?" Her tummy tightened when she said the word. <em>Daddy.</em><br><br>Mommy.<br><br>How long until she could say them without that little jolt in the pit of her stomach? That thrill? <br><br>"Can we, Mommy?" She asked, just because she wanted to say that word, too. She took another bite of her food, looked at Erin. Then Mar. Then Erin. Idly chewing, while she waited for her answer. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-10-2021, 03:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Enjoying Dinner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr><br>"That sounds wonderful, baby," Mar looked at Erin with a proud smile because honestly, how could she not be proud of her wife? Erin was driven and determined aside from being absolutely beautiful. It didn't matter how many years they had been together, Mar always counted herself so lucky that both women had fallen in love with each other. Honestly, she had thought their relationship pretty perfect but the moment that they had considered adding a third -- the fact that they had decided together -- it just made their bond even stronger.<br><br>She hid a smile when Erin corrected the statement of 'sweets' to sometimes and Mar knew that it was more for her wife than for Celeste. She couldn't help it that she wanted to cook and spoil their little girl as much as possible, much like she had done with Erin when they had first been dating and she had been courting her wife. It sounded so old-fashion to say she courted her beautiful wife, but truly Mar had found herself so delighted with Erin that she had done everything in her power to make sure the successful woman fell as deeply in love as she did. <br><br>Locking eyes with her wife, she offered her a loving smile before she turned her head to Celeste at the mention of cheesecake and she nodded, "Ooh cherry cheesecake sounds very good. I have no doubt I can make that but it might be a tomorrow dish instead of tonight." She hated to disappoint Celeste, so she added, "Normally my cheesecake takes at least an hour and a half until I'm satisfied with it. So perhaps tonight, I'll make something a little easier."<br><br>It took everything in her to deny Celeste because she knew that the young woman had to be feeling a bit nervous about their dinner and she didn't want to deny her little girl anything, but she also knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her up so late just to have dessert. So she added, giving Erin a look to see if her wife would agree, "I can, if you'd like, make us some cookies and make us an ice cream sandwich with the cookies?" It would be easier to make, and tomorrow they could make the cheesecake together.<br><br>She reached out and placed her hand on top of Celeste's brushing her callous fingers along the soft knuckles of their daughter, adding quietly, "I'd like you to help me with the cheesecake? Maybe it can be something we can do as Daddy and baby girl?"<br><br>Mar had so enjoyed the way Celeste had called her daddy and Erin mommy and she hoped that she could hear it again coming from the beautiful blonde. There was a smile lingering on her lips as she added, unable to stop the compliment, "I liked hearing you call me daddy. Thank you." She had to compliment her, to give her encouragement to perhaps sow Celeste that there was no need for her to be so shy with their titles.<br><br>She looked at Erin and murmured, her voice a bit husky as she added, "What do you think, my love? Some ice cream sandwiches for dessert and then cherry cheesecake tomorrow?" Her eyes turned back to Celeste, voice quiet but pleased, "I liked your suggestion. I haven't made cheesecake in quite some time. I can already tell that between you and Mommy, I'm going to spend a lot of time in the kitchen for my girls."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>11-11-2021, 04:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Hungry, pleased, aroused.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&amp;wid=500&amp;fit=fit,1&amp;$filtersm$&amp;fmt=webp)<br><br>Erin was nibbling her delicious food,&nbsp; cheerfully watching the two most important people in her life plot and wink, like they were attempting to be subtle. It was cute, and Erin was deeply enjoying seeing how her wife bonded with their precious new daughter. She couldn't resist leaning in to give a gentle shoulder bump, a soft sign of affection. The redhead wanted Celeste to know she wasn't in trouble, and that mommy and daddy cared for her very much. The poor little sweetheart was just so adorable pouty!<br><br>And then there was a slip, a lapse in manners. Erin knew that it wasn't really the little girl's fault, that her biological parents had been pretty terrible. So Mommy wasn't mad, not this time, no matter that her eyebrows tightened slightly in disapproval. Little Celeste had to be taught, shown the right way.&nbsp; The redhead wasn't going to make a big deal of it, not the first time. Not on their first night. So all Mommy did was hand the little blonde another napkin with only a tiny point to the look. If her daughter didn't get the hint, there was always next time. Corrective task done, her small frown melted into a smile. "I'll be sure to read you some as bedtime stories then." The ones that weren't too scary, of course. Erin was thoughtful like that. <br><br>The elegant woman couldn't help but preen a little, always so happy with Mar's attention, her praise, their relationship. Her wife was amazing, uplifting, and Mommy was perfectly happy to share such wonderful support with their little girl. Celeste needed them, and Mommy was hopeful they could give the precious little one everything. <br><br>"Cheesecake is a wonderful choice! Daddy makes sure it's all perfect. It's not up to me at all though, Daddy has banned me from the kitchen." Her giggle indicated that wasn't the least bit true, that she was just being silly. Though it was unquestionably, absolutely her wife's domain, and Erin mostly only helped to spend time together with Mar, or on special occasions, or to make sure her wife ate after a long day cooking for her real job. <br><br>Those blue blue eyes lit up with undisguised lust, her head already nodding at the suggestion. Mommy loved most treats, especially made by her wife... Mar's secret ingredient was always love. The older blonde absolutely knew how to get Erin's attention! "That sounds perfect. Are you going to use the liquid nitrogen? Why don't you show Celeste that, it's really cool." Inadvertent pun aside, the educator was clearly enthusiastic about mixing science into their culinary experiences. <br><br>"Daddy's main love language is food." She whispered to her daughter's ear, loud enough that Mar should be able to hear. There was just a tiny grin on her face, but she was mostly intent on the way her hand looked on her little girl's shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>06-12-2021, 12:12:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br>Far from disappointing, Mar's response to the cheesecake request put a bright smile on Celeste's face. She wasn't expecting to get it tonight, anyway. At best, she thought Mar might give a noncommittal response: <em>maybe sometime, if you're good.</em> At worst, she thought they might chastise her for picking something so sweet and unhealthy. Her mother--her <em>real</em> mother--certainly would have had something unpleasant to say. She always did. Celeste could definitely wait until tomorrow.<br><br>Especially if they got cookies in the meantime.<br><br>Beaming, she nodded her head. "Yes, please." She said, remembering her manners. It was easy to be polite, when your Mommy and Daddy spoil you as much as Erin and Mar were spoiling Celeste right then. "I'd love to help! I don't know that much about baking, though."<br><br>It was true, of course, though not because she had antipathy toward cooking or baking or any of the other various kitchen tasks--except maybe doing dishes. She didn't like doing dishes. What she did have, however, was a complete lack of experience. Neither parent had ever bothered showing Celeste her way around the kitchen. What she knew, she knew from trial and error, which wasn't much. Anything but the simplest recipe was beyond Celeste's abilities. She was willing to learn, though, especially if it meant a little extra time with Daddy.<br><br>And cheesecake.<br><br>She was definitely willing to learn for cheesecake.<br><br>Unaware that she was being subtly chastised--there was just too much going on, and she was too excited by all of it--Celeste took the napkin offered by Erin and idly crumpled it up in her hand. The comment about the bedtime stories had her grinning, though, and she quickly nodded her head. She didn't care that she was a fully grown woman fully capable of reading for herself. She didn't care if it was silly. Celeste wanted Mommy to, and that's all there was to it.<br><br>"Liquid nitrogen?" She asked, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two older woman. Was that actually used in cooking? Celeste looked at Erin, narrowing her eyes, wondering if, perhaps, her Mommy was teasing her. The only thing she knew about liquid nitrogen, after all, was that it was really, really cold. What use it might have in the kitchen, she had no clue. <br><br>Her eyes went back to Mar. "You don't actually use that, do you, Daddy?" <em>Daddy.</em> She'd said it without blushing this time, too. <em>Daddy.</em> She loved that word, and she loved it even more after Mar's assurance that she loved it, too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-12-2021, 17:28:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Enjoying Dinner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr><br>A quiet laugh escaped her when Erin commented on being banned from the kitchen, her smile wide and easy as she countered back, "Someone just doesn't know to keep their hands from the dessert tray." There was absolutely no bite to Mar's words, loving that her wife enjoyed the food that was made for her but that she had a delightful sweet tooth. She loved being able to make her special treats and now knowing she also had Celeste to spoil and pamper with her cooking just made her insanely happy.<br><br>"Hmm I might," She nodded at the concept of liquid nitrogen but her attention was more on the exchange between Mommy and Celeste, and she realized that her daughter hadn't picked up on the pointed look, so she shifted and scooted over to gently take the napkin that Erin had given Celeste and she dabbed at the corner of her lips before she wiped her hand, her voice gentle, "Young ladies wipe their mouths with their napkins, princess, not with their hands." Her touch was soft, gentle, and nurturing before she took the napkin and placed it on Celeste's lap, giving her another one of Mar's playful winks.<br><br>Resuming the topic as if nothing had happened, Mar reached for her fork and nodded, "Of course I use liquid nitrogen. Sometimes we need it for presentation or if we're on a time crunch." She grinned, "It's actually really awesome to use, and I'd love to show you." She looked at Erin and winked, "Mommy just likes me to use it because it combines her favorite topic with mine."<br><br>There was no denying the smirk that crossed her lips in amusement before she nodded and stared at her wife, "One of the main one certainly." She took another bite of her food, the atmosphere completely relaxed and enjoyable. She couldn't recall the last time she had enjoyed a meal so much, and even the dinners that they'd had before they had chosen to move forward with their new dynamic could not compare to this evening with her two ladies. There was happiness on her features, her expression moving between her wife and their little girl and she was...so damn happy. <br><br>Hearing Celeste calling her Daddy, observing the way Erin was offering to spend time with their little girl, and encouraging her to not only be herself but also starting to guide her on how to be a proper lady...it was all perfect. She wouldn't change a thing about this evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>10-01-2022, 15:00:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Hungry, pleased, aroused.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>The elegant redhead narrowed her eyes right back at her adorable little daughter, wrinkling her nose all playfully, exaggerating the motion to make it silly and sweet instead of any possible criticism or upset at being questioned. Celeste was adorable in her confusion, and beautiful always, the natural physical charm enhanced by her innocent and kind nature. Switching her attention back to her equally beloved wife, her partner, teammate, and home of many years, Erin sighed dramatically. "Such unfair accusation, just because the best treats always vanish around me doesn't mean that it's my fault. Maybe it's faeries, hmm? I have been in fairy circles and fairy mounds, you know. Never a good idea to upset the local fair folk." <br><br>Mommy smiled so happily at the older blonde, ultra pleased that she had picked up on what Celeste had done poorly, and helped fix the situation, stepping in where hints had failed. "Thank you, Daddy. You're right, of course. " Her eyes followed Mar's hand, watching her touch their girl. She was very eager to see much more intimate touches, desperately wanting Daddy and daughter to be tangled together, gorgeous blondes kissing each other... both her loves, devouring each other... But alas, she wasn't quite ready to suggest taking advantage of Celeste right there on the dining room table. Especially not before desert. Such a difficult dilemma, different desires warring in her belly. But above all, she could see the shine in her beloved Mar's eyes, and that was worth all the world and more. About the only thing that came close was Celeste, and Mar only 'won' in that comparison due to the time they had been together. Not that Erin believed time dictated love... love was love, and she loved both women.&nbsp; "You know me so well, wifey love." Erin was a nerd, and unashamedly so. <br><br>As utterly amazing as the dinner was, her fingers lightly stroking over Celeste's shoulder, as much Erin wanted this moment to never end, they did have other things on the schedule tonight. Giving her daughter a gentle nudge, she smiled at the beautiful blonde. "Ok little love, please take my dishes into the kitchen and rinse them off. We can fill the dishwasher after dessert, which I'm sure Daddy would love to help you fix. " Yes, she wanted Celeste to help keep up her new household, getting used to simple chores and tasks... but Erin also wanted to watch that gorgeous little butt in that adorable dress, attached to someone she loved, and wanted to&nbsp; nurture and dominate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>12-02-2022, 10:06:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Coming home | Anxiously excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr><br>Celeste watched the little exchange between the two older women with amusement, giggling when Erin suggested that faeries might be the cause of the disappearing desserts. "That's true." Celeste put in, using as solemn a voice as she could, given the subject matter. "You don't want to upset the fairies. Maybe you should even start making desserts and leaving them out, to keep them happy?" And me and Mommy happy, too, Celeste thought. But she didn't say it, because unless Mar and Erin <em>actually</em> believed in fairies, well. Daddy clearly already knew what her little girl was up to.<br><br>Getting extra desserts for herself!<br><br>And who could blame her? Mar was a wonderful cook.<br><br>She was also proving to be a wonderful Daddy, matched only by Erin's skill as a Mommy. So skilled, in fact, that they both noticed Celeste's little mishap long before Celeste noticed it herself. It took having Mar actually wipe her face and hand with the napkin -- just like she really was a little girl -- for Celeste to realize what the problem was. Oops! She blushed a little, but she didn't object. She just let it happen, like a good little girl should do. And beamed when Mar was done, showing off her clean face.<br><br>Her smile, faltered, though, when Erin told her to clear the dishes. Rinse them off, too! "Why can't I do it after?" Celeste asked, putting a little pout into her voice for effect. "Daddy, I can do it after, right?" She said, turning her attention from Erin to Mar, then back to Erin. "After dessert." Her voice was hesitant, uncertain. But it wasn't a question. This little girl was trying to <em>tell</em> her Mommy how things were going to be!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-02-2022, 21:56:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VA8wD2H.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Mar Sinclair <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Enjoying Dinner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin and Celeste<br><br><hr><hr><br>A laugh escaped her when Erin made the comment about fairies, rolling her eyes as she shook her head, enjoying the playful banter between all three of them. "I doubt that very much." She looked at Celeste and teased, "Oh no, not you too, huh? Fairies? What is this nonsense?" But there was a tone of amusement in her voice, clearly enjoying the conversation that they were having. It reminded her once more of how great the three of them worked together, how they seemed to be getting along so perfectly. Reassuring her that this would surely work out for all three of them.<br><br>Much like any normal family dynamic, the little one always did end up pushing boundaries and while Celeste spoke, Mar was quiet as she listened to her, giving Erin a look and giving a small shake of her head to let her handle it. She was quiet, waited for their daughter to finish speaking before she said quietly, "Baby girl. Mommy has asked something of you and when Mommy asks for something...you don't come to Daddy and try to get the answer you want, correct?"<br><br>Mar stared into her eyes and said firmly, "Do as Mommy said."<br><br>She paused before she added in a quieter voice, "It's a lovely evening but I will not hesitate to remind you who the Mommy and Daddy are and who is the little girl." She paused and then continued, "And someone might not be getting dessert after all." Mar was never one to deny someone food but this was a sweet, a treat and it wasn't mandatory for Celestine to have. <br><br>She gave Erin a glance, falling silent in case her wife wanted to say something else on the matter, after all, Celestine had been disrespectful towards her and if Erin wanted their little girl punished, then that's what would happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>23-02-2022, 05:48:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erin Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Fed, happy, uhoh<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar, Celeste<br><hr><br>There was perhaps a chance the redhead truly did believe in faeries, despite all her scientific training, at least if the ultra serious expression on her face could be believed. Erin's tone was certainly sincere, though slightly spoiled by the wink she slipped her daughter. It didn't stop her from leaning in closer to Mar, eyes alight. "She's right, you know wife. We shouldn't upset the fae, and there are plenty of stories about how to soothe them. Leaving food and drink out is a traditional way. Besides, so many people all over the world believe. Ireland, the United Kingdom, and Iceland of course, but the Slavic regions have plenty of stories of veela and Rusalka. Brazil tells of the Curupira, backwards footed protectors of the forests.&nbsp; Duendes, various types of fairy beings, are believed in everywhere Spain has had influence, and can actually be used to partially track conquests and explorations, population migration. In a more fun area, some of the&nbsp; duendes are believed to steal toes if boys and girls don't bathe enough!" She switched from giving an earnest explanation of how nonbelievers were outnumbered to playfully poking at her little sweet daughter's side as a reminder to watch her toes. <br><br>&nbsp;Erin was surprised by the refusal, or at least attempt to wiggle out of the assigned chore. Unfortunately, pleading with Daddy to get out of something wasn't at all a surprise tactic.&nbsp; A frown blossomed on her face, and, caught off guard, she of course let Daddy jump in. Poor Celeste had no idea how unified they would be, always a team to be the best Mommy and Daddy they could, because it was their little princess needed. It might be difficult to balance her love of Celeste with having to say no.... but spankings were always in the girls best interest. Erin was glad Mar was prepared, stepping easily into her stern (But oh so sexy!!!) Daddy role. <br><br>Nodding her full agreement to what her beloved wife had said, Erin continued, voicing her own quietly stern thoughts on the matter. "Because you're not going to want to do it after. You're going to be full and ready for bed and try to avoid it then, and things will never get done at that rate. And if dishes pile up, you'll avoid them even more. Besides, Daddy needs a clean kitchen to work in, especially after making such lovely meals for us. You are our princess, our babygirl, and you are loved." She gently squeezed the girls dainty little hand, physically reminding her of the truth of those words, to take a little of the edge out of them. But her tone was still stern, not a debate. Celeste might try to tell her parents things, but Mommy and Daddy were in charge. <br><br>The little blonde daughter had two strikes now, and any more fussing would see her bent over the table... in the future, they might not be so lenient. But tonight, Erin was willing to give the girl an adjustment period, benefit of the doubt. But she certainly would have agreed, backed her wife up completely if Mar had taken that step and begun the physical reminder of how to behave. "Everyone contributes in this household, and you will have chores and tasks, Celeste. This is one of them. We are not your maids, and will not be doing all the housework, nor will we be hiring someone to do your share. "<br><br>Turning so Celeste couldn't see, Erin gave her Mar a playfully horrified look..... <em>Skipping dessert was such a huge punishment!! So unfair!</em> Yeah, Erin had some similar traits to their little girl, yep. But still... Mommy responsibilities overrode the desire to go all wide eyed and sweet and plead for her own treats. If they had to suffer no dessert, that would be the case. Dessert was up to Mar, which was especially fair since she would be doing the cooking if they got to have treats. Celeste, and her next actions, would decide if someone's butt got stinging reminders of her place in the family.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Blended Family {PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, &amp; Phobetor}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2022, 10:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste St. James<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday October 10th <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Content/Mood:</strong> Washing dishes | Chastised; kind of grumpy; also excited! <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar and Erin<br><br><hr><hr>The seriousness with which Erin took their silly little debate had Celeste giggling. Who would have thought a discussion about fairies could turn so serious? She loved it, though. She'd loved every single second of her time here, with them, with her new family. Mommy and Daddy. Celeste did try to mask her giddiness with an expression of solemnity, though, one to match Erin's sage tone and to let Mar know that, yes, this was a very serious thing indeed that they were discussing! <br><br>There was a palpable shift in the atmosphere, though, when Celeste tried her little trick to get out of doing the dishes. She could feel it. And from it, she knew she was in trouble even before her daddy spoke. She could see the change come over the older woman's face, too, the stillness in her mouth, the abrupt tensing of her eyes. Celeste found herself shrinking down in her seat, as if to avoid that look and the unpleasant words she knew were coming. <br><br>When those words did come, Celeste felt a tightening in her chest and stomach. A tingling in her arms legs. A mix of dread and excitement, because she knew, oh yes she knew, what Daddy's reminder would entail. <em>What would it be like?</em> A thought came unbidden to her mind, a thought that put some fuel on her own temptation. Maybe she should push a little further, test her boundaries and find out exactly what it would be like. How it would feel? How much would it hurt? Who would spank her, Mommy or Daddy? She expected the latter, but there was no way t be sure. They both had authority over her, and she knew, eventually, she'd get her bum spanked by both. <br><br>Celeste's self-preservation won out, though, because while, yes, she was curious. And, yes, she <em>loved</em> the idea of submitting herself to Mommy and Daddy's authority; she liked the idea of them having the power to discipline her as they saw fit. But Celeste wasn't a masochist. She didn't <em>like</em> pain. She just liked feeling . . . small. Besides, she <em>really</em> wanted dessert.<br><br>"I was only <em>asking.</em>" She muttered. Strictly speaking, of course, that was technically true. It was also true that little girls weren't <em>supposed</em> to question their Mommy and Daddy's orders! There was also the fact that Celeste had deliberately tried to circumvent a command her Mommy had given instead of obeying like she should have done. So, sure, there might have been a little more to it than simply asking a question. And by the way her face turned pink and the sheepish expression suddenly coming over her face, Celeste knew it. "I want my dessert." She whimpered. She wasn't even going to mention the <em>'S'</em> word. You know, just on the off chance Mar and Erin had forgotten that spankings were a thing. <br><br>Without another word, and avoiding looking at either woman--just in case they still weren't happy with her!--Celeste gathered up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen, where she rinsed them off. It took her all of one minute to do--not exactly worth the risk of getting her butt spanked <em>and</em> losing out on dessert, was it? Still, she hated washing dishes.<br><br>"Mommy." Celeste called out from the kitchen - she was asking Erin, because Erin was the one she'd disobeyed in the first place. Also, she suspected Erin wanted dessert just as much as she did! Definitely the right person to ask about this. "Can I have dessert <em>now</em>?" For no reason in particular, Celeste decided that she had more chance of getting her way if she asked from the kitchen than if she walked back to where her Mommy and Daddy were still seated. "I rinsed the dishes!" She hurriedly added, hoping to firm up her case.
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