I always enjoyed stories by pigwiz, and her famous (to a few of us) unfinished fic Red Picket Fence. I messaged pigwiz in May of 2020. I didn't receive a reply until January of 2021. My question was if she was going to finish the fic. She said no, she wasn't. We communicated sporadically throughout the Winter about the story until I worked up enough nerve to ask if she minded if I finished it. To my surprise, she said she didn't mind at all, and sent copies of her notes and a flowchart of the fic. The ending she had planned was pretty much a surprise to me. I asked if she minded if I changed the ending if I finished the story. I thought I'd lost her there. She didn't reply for about a month, but in her next reply she agreed to whatever I wanted to do with the story. So, based on her notes and flowchart, with changes where I felt them necessary, I'm going to try to wrap this up. I thought about it on and off for a bit, then decided to do it. To make sense of the story, I'm reposting her original chapters with no changes. My take on her fic start at chapter 18. Beth (pigwiz) hasn't replied to my messages since May of '21, so whatever I come up with, hopefully, will have her blessing. So, without further explanations, enjoy the great unfinished pigwiz fic of 'A Red Picket Fence' and my humble attempts to finish it.

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A Red Picket Fence

Oh Fuck... that's hot." Sam whimpered, shivered, bucked and then nearly collapsed onto him. She slid down the side

of the bed. His dick was right in her face, and she knew exactly what she needed to do.

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Chapter 4

She kissed the head of his cock, licked most of his length and was just about to take him in her mouth when Melanie

screamed "NOOOO!" And pushed Fred back onto the bed, away from Sam's open mouth. Sam sat back on her

haunches on the floor and crossed her arms over her very stimulated breasts, her expression showed she was clearly

dejected.

Fred felt a twinge of remorse as she covered her lovely, oh-so-suck-able tits.

"SAM! What did we tell you!" Carly barked.

Fred's head jerked over to look at Carly after her outburst.

"Well how am I gonna learn if I can't practice?" Sam whined.

"What the..." Fred asked in complete and total confusion.

"Go ahead, tell him sis." Melanie said.

"Oh Melly..." Sam said sadly.

"Sam..." Carly threatened.

"All right, okay... Freddie, I've never given a blow job." Sam said.

Fred shrugged, and noticed he was beginning to get limp.

"Go on Samantha. Finish telling him" Melanie said.

"Well... Mel and Carly said there was nothing to it, and all I needed was some practice, you know, since I had only

been with gals up until you, today."

"So?" Fred asked, still obviously confused, now nearly flaccid.

"Tell him the rest, sis..." Melanie said sternly.

"So, a while back they gave me a stick of dry salami to practice on... And I kinda bit the end off of it." Sam sadly

added.

"She bit the ends off of ELEVEN salami sticks! You think we're going to let her close to your manhood with that track

record? No way..." Carly asserted.

Fred visibly blanched, crossed his legs and put his hands over his shrunken, un-erect crotch.

"No blow jobs until you learn the three P's, sis... It's just not worth the risk! You'll get better at it, I know you will."

Melanie added, nodding.

"What did you just say? The three P's? What the hell is that?" Fred asked with a slight snort.

"Yeah, 'Proper Pecker Procedure'." Sam morosely replied.

"Yes, please... do." Fred mumbled, attempting not to laugh.

Sam nodded dispiritedly.

"Recite the poems, Sam." Carly demanded.

"Carl's... Do I have too?" Sam whined.

Carly glared at Sam, obviously indicating she did have too.

'Poems?' Fred thought swiveling his head from side to side, observing the three women.

"Oh, alright, 'be polite to Freddie's dick, and he will fill my horny slit.' Gag me, that's so lame..." Sam said.

Fred's eyebrows had joined his hairline at that.

"Now the rest of them, Sam..." Carly said sternly.

"If I want a fulfilled twat, I must remember to bite him not." Sam said flatly.

"And?" Carly asked.

"I must take care, I must not nosh, or getting boned is out, by gosh. There happy now Carly?" Sam said with a bit of

venom.

It was all Fred could do to keep a straight face while Sam was reciting the poems. Especially with the disgusted look

on her face as she was speaking. It actually reminded him of the wacky poems his mother had made up when he was

a child.

Looking back down at her, Fred could tell that Sam was embarrassed. This was totally insane. He thought about what

he'd do with Melanie when she was upset or embarrassed about something. Not being exactly sure if normal tender

phrases and hugs would work with Sam, he decided he would be more direct. He put his hand out and helped her

stand up, then took her by the hips and maneuvered her onto the bed, so she could sit next to him. He put his right

arm around her shoulder, and let his hand hang down and cupped her breast, gently caressing it. He leaned over and

said; "Do you even know how beautiful you are. I'm so glad you won 'first fuck'. You notice it didn't stop me even after

I figured out who you were. I love your sister, but I loved you first, and really still do... You've always had a place in

my heart that no one will ever be able to replace. You just need some practice, babe... And you can count on me to

help."

Sam looked at him, and leaned into him. "Right there, that's the reason I'm here, really that's why were all here,

lover." She said.

'Wow! That worked! Sam really was wired like a, well a female... Kind of.' He thought.

Carly and Melanie were staring at him dreamily.

"Awww... That was like a Hallmark moment." Carly quietly said while Melanie nodded in agreement, with what could

have been a tear in her eye.

Fred grinned, and tried to hide it. The girls could imagine whatever they wanted about why or how. All he knew was

that from Carly and Sam's comments, all he had to do was pull out the loving lines and tender caresses. With enough

of that slathered on, they would all three melt if only mildly upset. Mad was another matter he'd eventually have to

explore, but for now...

"Tell you what, Sam. Why don't you trim your bush in a diamond shape? You know, four corners representing the four

of us! That would be cool!" Fred suggested.

"You'd like that?" Sam asked, noticeably brightening.

"Yeah, I would. It would be symbolic, you know. I'd really like that." Fred said.

Sam nodded at him, smiling brightly.

Fred smiled back, thinking 'crises averted, for now.' The thing that made him wonder though, was that he'd just had a

serious conversation with Sam about how she was going to trim her pubic hair... And she had agreed, and smiled!

While Melanie and Carly went into the kitchen, Sam and Fred took a detour into the front room to retrieve their

discarded clothing. Once re-togged; Sam in 'The Dress' and Fred in his blue robe, they made their way into the

kitchen. Melanie and Carly had begun the lunch preparations already, and told them that they really didn't require any

assistance, and to have a seat at the kitchen table. While Melanie was brewing tea, and Carly boiling eggs, they were

having a discussion about serving canned tomato soup verses soup made from scratch. Sam had joined in the

conversation, agreeing with her sister and Carly that on short notice, like today, canned would have to do but that

home made was really the best.

Fred sat and listened to the three women as the conversation delved into recipes, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

He was still unsure just how he fit into this... And still why. These three had been friends since childhood... Actually,

they all had. His and Mel's interaction had been extremely innocent, and limited to her visits home... And then only

when she had spent time with Carly and Sam, with himself included. Actually, his interactions with all three gals had

been mostly innocent. Sam and he had gotten into some exploratory make out sessions, but clothing had never been

removed. He and Carly hadn't gotten past kissing during the short time they dated. But all that was all pretty much

ancient history. This was an entirely new beast, that he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around.

About then, Melanie had mentioned her roses, and how much they needed trimming. Sam had agreed, and stood

while saying that she and Freddie needed to discuss the yard and gardening...

"...I know you like to work in the yard, Freddie. But you and I can work on it together and really spruce it up. It's what I

do for a living, so I've got some ideas. Let's go out and bounce 'em around while Carl's and Melly work on getting

lunch ready." Sam said.

Fred nodded, and followed Sam outside, to the back yard.

For a little while, Sam and Fred 'bounced' their ideas off of each other about replanting, flower beds, etc... Until Sam

was quiet for a moment. And then out of the blue, said;

"You know, we're not going to be master and harem. This isn't anything like that. This will be all of us as equal

partners. You get that don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. In fact, that's the only way this will work. You, your sister and Carly are all strong willed. It's still pretty

mind boggling to me... It's a pretty major change, for all of us. I'm still wondering why, though" Fred replied.

"Why? Why what?" Sam queried.

"Why me, why all of us?" He asked.

"Having second thoughts?" Sam asked, just a bit peevishly.

"No! Not at all. This is... Okay, we've always been able to level with each other, Sam. This is like some weird porn flic

your mother would make... You know, Male Fantasy 101. Hell yes I like the thought of all of you, when I was a kid I

used to think about, well, you know... But actually all of us as a unit? We all used to work well together, just like you

all said... It's just weird I guess. Like I said, it's a huge, sudden change."

"You used to think about us? Like, when you were, you know, doin' stuff?" Sam asked, grinning.

Fred blushed. "Um... Well yeah, I did. Did you ever, you know..." He asked.

"Maybe..." Sam said with a huge smile.

Fred didn't say anything for a moment. Sam continued to look around the yard, and glance at him frequently. Always

sporting her massive toothy smile.

"And... Well who was the star of those theaters in your mind?" Sam asked, coyly.

"Ah... Well... Um..." Fred stammered.

"Oh, c'mon lover. Was it me? Carly? Melly?" Sam pressed.

He blushed a deep red, and shook his head.

Sam laughed, and then said; "You know, I used to dream of you all the time... I'd dream about you being inside me,

banging me for all I was worth... Making my tits flop around like they were made of Jello... Fucking me so hard I

wouldn't be able to think of anything other than you pounding into me... Yeah, I was right there. Took you long

enough."

"Well, anyway... This is still big, huge change for me. And really, right out of the blue! Wait, did you just say it took me

long enough?" Fred exclaimed attempting to change the subject at first, and then to try to clarify what Sam had just

alluded to.

"Well... Ah, nothing. Yeah, you're right." Sam replied, with pursed lips, a thoughtful expression and nodding.

The manner of her reply and sudden change in continence sent his mind reeling. This was not a new idea. He knew

Sam, she was covering something... Or someone.

"Sam... So how long was this in the planning stages?" He asked.

She looked at him quickly, then resumed looking at the roses; "You know, three or four months. Like Carly and Mel

said." She said.

The quick look his way, the way she stood... Fred knew Sam. Her body language screamed something other than the

entire truth. She could lie with the best. She had been able to instantly concoct pure crap for years... Until she was

about twenty, and she'd stopped. He wasn't sure why, she had just stopped lying then.

"Bullshit..." Fred stated.

"Huh? What's bullshit?" Sam asked in surprise.

"What you just said, total bullshit. How long?" Fred retorted.

"Huh? No bullshit at all... Like I said..." Sam started, but Fred cut her off.

"Bullshit!" He said again.

Sam turned to him slowly, and shook her head. "...Sure, it's... It was..." She said, obviously attempting to piece

together a response. Ten years ago she could have lied her way out of this without thinking. Maturity had changed all

that... Maturity and observing her mothers constant dilemmas that were the result of her continuous lies.

"C'mon Sam... We've been friends for a long time, and lovers for about an hour and a half..." He grinned. "We can't

start this, well, whatever it is based on half truths. Am I some tool or something? Just tell me." Freddie continued, still

grinning.

She shook her head, looked up at him and smiled.

"Damn it! You're too frikken smart for your own good. It's always been hard to hide stuff from you. Well, some stuff,

anyway, even as clueless as you sometimes are. A tool? No way are you a tool. Come on, lets go back inside. Lunch

should be about ready. I... Or rather, we'll tell you." Sam said resignedly as she took his hand leading him back into

the house.

He looked at their joined hands, her fingers intertwined with his automatically. He was sure she hadn't even noticed

what she'd just done. He liked this, a lot.

He followed her, but he was still surprised about this... This entire thing. Sam was not someone whose heart you

trifled with. She was always either completely in, or not at all. He stopped, raised his hand, and as they were

connected, her hand also. He positioned the back of her hand next to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand.

She blushed. He had just made Samantha Puckett blush. Nothing ever made her blush... But he just did.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked in an almost bashful, but flirty manner.

"I wanted too... Like it?" He asked?

She smiled, and nodded. He pulled her into a hug.

"Then get used to it, Sam. It's going to happen a lot." He whispered in her ear.

"You know, I'm not my sister... I... I'm just not her." She whispered as she returned the hug with fervor.

"Good." He said out loud, and then kissed her. "I wouldn't want you to be her. You two are like opposites, and that's a

good thing, in my opinion anyway. You know it, Mel knows it and I know it. I assume Carly does as well... She's the

real wild card in all this." He continued.

Sam laughed, kissed him back briefly, and said; "More than you know, right now anyway. C'mon, lets eat. She's next,

and impatient, really worse than me." She said as she took his hand again as they walked toward the house. She was

beginning to feel unsettled, angry at something. She thought she must be hungry.

Back in the kitchen, Sam had instructed Fred to sit down at the table while she spoke with Melanie and Carly. The

three of them were standing at the kitchen counter putting the finishing touches on their lunch. Sam was whispering,

Melanie nodding her head knowingly while Carly was a bit wide eyed, shaking her head 'no'. Melanie finally burst out:

"Oh Carl's... What difference does all that make now? We're all here, he's not all freaked out... If this is going to

happen then we owe him an explanation. He needs to know. I told you that made up, BS story wouldn't work. I

wouldn't have bought into that line of crap, let alone him. He would have figured it out eventually anyway, and that's

no way to begin this. If this is going to work he deserves to know the truth. Besides, wern't you the one with all that no

secrets nonsense while the two of you were hiding behind a massive lie."

Sam nodded in agreement with her sister, Carly sighed, and then nodded. The three women turned to Fred, and

smiled.

To Fred, the collective smiles were very disconcerting. He nervously grinned back at them, but remained silent...

Waiting, wondering what the massive lie was.

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Thanks to Dwyn Arthur and WhiteKnightro for an incredible idea or two!

Also, KingxLeon21 has posted a new chapter for PREY'. You MUST read that.

I will be finishing 'Until You're Mine Again'? It was meant to be a shared endeavor, but my writing partner

disappeared. It can be found under author name 'boxofpiglets'.

Thanks to everyone for favoring or following! Especially thanks to those that review!

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