At Journey's End Pt. 02

AT JOURNEY'S END

PART TWO OF TWO

Author's note: Sorry, this took longer to wrap up than I anticipated. You may want to go back and read Part C., Chapter 5 - ANGIE, for continuity.

Thanks, I hope you enjoy. S. A.

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A. THE ANGIE AFFAIR

I. UNCOMFORTABLE

So, yeah, I wasn't prepared for what was about to unfold. And while the seeds of the dilemma I would soon face, had already been sown, this Friday in mid-October would bring everything to a head.

After a late lunch meeting with Clara, the escrow officer that Olivia hooked me up with, I had nothing pressing for the rest of the day and headed home. Jessie was working at the upscale project, and Angie had a shoot that day. I decided to get a run in and throw some frisbee for Shep, then just relax before everybody got home - the week had been productive but hectic.

I pulled in the drive around 2:30. I was surprised to see Angie's Escape there. I went in to change into running gear and looked out back. Shep and Rocky were out there, but I didn't see Angie. As I turned to head upstairs, Shep and Rocky came through the doggy door to greet me. I gave them a treat and put fresh water down for them. I called through the house as I headed up, and got no answer. Angie's bedroom door was open, so I called to her - no answer. I changed into running gear and headed downstairs.

Before I went for my run, I remembered I wanted to adjust the timers on my drip system. I headed out the back door and was halfway across the veranda when I saw Angie coming out of the pool. She was stark naked, rivulets of water running down the perfect curves of her incredible body. Crap! As she exited the pool, she was tossing her hair back and smoothing it in place, and with her head back and her eyes closed, she hadn't seen me yet. I quickly headed back in the house.

"Connor?" I heard behind me as I opened the door.

I turned back, "Um, sorry, Angie. I didn't see you when I came home."

She headed for her lounger and grabbed a towel, apparently realizing that I was uncomfortable seeing her nude. As she picked up the towel, she flashed a bright smile, "Sorry, but nothing you haven't seen before," she teasingly reminded me as she casually started drying off.

I 'thought' she was going to cover up - guess not - my mistake. I quickly informed her, "I didn't have anything going on, and decided to go for a run. Um, I looked but didn't see you out here when I got home... I thought you had a shoot?"

"I did, but it got delayed till next week. And I was probably in the pool when you looked. I've been sunning and dove in to cool off... Um, I didn't think anyone would be home this early, so..." she shrugged, then turned and laid her towel on the chaise, showing me her nude backside.

I'd yet to see her fully naked backside, and wished I hadn't. Sheesh! Her full, firm buttocks were exceptional, and actually reminded me of my ex's. I could have done without that. After she positioned the towel, she paused and turned back.

"Connor, could I ask you for a favor?" (Said the spider to the fly.)

"Uh, sure."

"Well, I was only going to be able to lie with my backside exposed for a little bit, because I can't reach to cover it all with lotion; and I have to make sure I'm evenly tanned for my work."

"Mm hmm, of course," I replied innocently.

She smiled, "Right, so since you're here, you could do that for me, and I could lie out longer without burning or getting too dark".

"Uh huh," I replied. Then it hit me, "Oh, um... your backside... all of it..." I replied, sounding like English was my second language.

"Mm hmm. Has to be everything evenly, no streaks or anything... but if you don't want to..."

"Oh, no, I just, um, well..." I stumbled. Without offending her, I wasn't sure how to say, "Fuck no, I'm not rubbing lotion on your smooth, round, perfectly shaped, naked ass cheeks!"

All the time we are talking, I'm staring at her naked front side, but trying not to, trying to maintain eye contact. But my eyes kept drifting to her breasts and their large, smooth areolae and puffy nipples, which are little bigger than Jessie's but not as pert, though still very suckable-looking. Good grief! I'm just saying...

My hesitation must have been obvious, as she coyly added, "I won't bite, I promise."

After another moment, I acquiesced, "Yeah, okay, no problem," the stupid fly answered.

"Oh, good. Thanks. I'm just going to get a fresh water, first," she said as she started to walk towards me and the backdoor.

"I'll get it," I offered, and quickly shot in the door - mainly to give me a break from looking at her.

"Oh, okay. Thanks again, love," she sweetly replied as I headed inside.

Yeah, she had started addressing me as 'love', and I wasn't comfortable with that. But compared to everything else I was about to face, it was really nothing.

I went in, got a bottle of water from the fridge, told myself to chill, and headed back out. I approached Angie, now lying on her front. I removed the cap and handed the water to her, "Here you go."

"Thanks."

She raised up on her elbows, leaving her ample breasts dangling, took the water bottle and drank a large swallow, then lay back down. She reached under the chaise, set the bottle down, located a large bottle of sunscreen lotion and held it out for me. I took it, grabbed a beach towel and folded it for the hot deck. As I knelt, Angie gathered up her hair and draped it over the end of the chaise. The sunscreen bottle had a pump, and I worked it, getting a sizeable amount in my hand.

"Um, how thick do I put this on?"

"Not too thick, and don't rub it in too much. It should still be a little white on my skin, and no streaks. Thanks."

"Sure, okay," I replied, thinking, "There's not a damn thing that's 'okay' about this."

I started applying the lotion at her neck, then moved to her shoulders and down her arms, Next, I worked my way down her back.

She moaned, "Mmm, feels nice. You have strong hands."

"Um, thanks," I mumbled and continued till I reached her buttocks. I was uncertain exactly how I was supposed to proceed. Angie felt me pause, and probably guessed at my dilemma.

She murmured, "Cover everything, love; make sure to coat all the exposed skin."

Shit! I was afraid of that. I very carefully worked the lotion down the inner slopes of her cheeks, making sure I covered all the 'exposed' skin while trying to avoid touching any 'sensitive' areas. She had her legs parted, and as I lotioned her inner cheeks, I couldn't avoid seeing her pale pink pucker, some of her smooth, hairless labia, and the pink folds of her inner labia peeking out. I could see a glint of moisture on her lips. Good grief! Double-fucking, good grief! Somehow I managed to continue, and worked down her shapely legs to her feet. After I was done, I put the lotion back under the chaise.

As I did, Angie opened her eyes. Our faces ended up close together. She brought her hand up, caressed my cheek and whispered, "Thanks, love. That was sweet of you. Not such a chore, was it?" she asked a bit coyly, then closed her eyes.

I quickly rose, "You're welcome, and no, not a chore. I'm going for my run."

She nodded and I beat a hasty retreat. I called Shep, and we went for a brisk run, then afterwards, we went for a long, cooldown walk. I had thought a lot about the 'lotioning incident', but eventually let it go. When I returned, Angie was no longer out back. I headed upstairs, and took a hot shower, then a cool-down rinse. While I was standing under the water, I started thinking about Angie, again. I decided I was overreacting. If it didn't bother her, it shouldn't bother me. I reasoned that with her modeling, nudity was probably less of a deal to her, so I shouldn't let it bother me... but I did. It did bother me. I felt like I was being too familiar with her. If I hadn't been so nervous and even a bit terrified, I could have easily been aroused by the situation. And that was not good. I was already dealing with some uncomfortable (for me) familiarity with Angie. This didn't help put me at ease... not one, f-ing bit. By the time I turned the water off, I had again worked myself into an unpleasant state of mind.

I dried off and padded to my dresser to get shorts and a t-shirt. As I pulled out a pair of cut-offs, I thought I heard something behind me and turned. As I did, I noticed the bedroom door was ajar. Immediately, there was a rap on the door, and it swung open.

"Knock, knock. Hey, Connor, do you know what time... Oops! Sorry, love. The door was open..."

She was standing there, wrapped in a towel, and had apparently taken a shower, too. I was standing there wearing a stunned look on my face and nothing else - butt naked with my dick hanging out.

Angie put a hand in front of her eyes and chuckled, "Sorry, love, really... but you've seen me in the 'all in all'," she pointed out, then shrugged, "I guess we're even, now. Anyhow, I was coming to ask if you knew when Jessie was getting home, and if you knew what we were doing for dinner, if I should get something started?"

While she was talking, I quickly slipped my shorts on, informed her I was dressed, and answered, "Jessie will probably be home around six. She'll call when she leaves work."

She dropped her hand, and asked, "So, you want me to get going on something? Or, it's Friday night; we could go out if she's not too tired."

"Yeah, why don't we plan on going out."

"Okay. And Connor, sorry," she smiled and started to leave, then stopped, "You know, Jessie once told me that, in her words, you had a 'helluva bod', but she neglected to share a 'certain' detail about your physique," she slyly remarked. Then grinning, she added, "I don't blame her for that!" and spun on her heel and left.

I flushed red. Good grief!

Until Jessie got home, I spent time doing chores outside, away from Angie - yes, avoiding her. Jessie called around five, and we agreed on going to a club in Pensacola she wanted to take me to, a favorite of hers that we hadn't gotten around to yet. And there was a nice restaurant nearby, so we made plans for that. She said she would be home in about 40 minutes, and told me to let Angie know where we were going so she could dress accordingly, and for me to put on a nice, dress shirt and slacks or nice jeans. I called the restaurant to see if we could get in and was able to reserve a table for 7:30. Then I headed inside. Angie was in the kitchen when I came in, and I informed her of our plans, and that Jessie would be home before six.

"Oh, awesome idea! I'll go change and get ready," she answered, smiling brightly.

I'd gotten a little sweaty and dirty working outside, so I headed up to get a quick shower before getting dressed. This time, I made damned sure my door was shut. After I showered and dressed, I headed downstairs. It was about a quarter to six, and I heard Jessie come in as I came down the stairs.

As I hit the bottom of the stairs, I heard Jessie remark, "Wow, I guess I'm gonna have to get gussied up if I'm going to compete with you!"

When I arrived at the dining room, I saw why. Angie was dressed to kill, and had stood to show off her outfit to Jessie. She was wearing a slightly billowing, satiny, button-front, ivory blouse with high collars, a plunging neckline, and billowy, button-down sleeves. Her ample cleavage was generously displayed, and it was obvious that she was braless as no straps were evident, and her puffy nipples were more than obvious, poking the silky material. The blouse was tucked into a pair of high-rise, indigo blue, designer jeans that showcased the curve and shape of her hips and her frickin' perfect ass. Her feet were shod in patent-style, ivory slings with a substantial heel. Her wavy, blond hair was unfettered, hanging around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face, which was done up just so with more dramatic lipstick and eye makeup than her normal, and she was wearing a silver and pearl choker around her neck with matching earrings.

She did a pirouette, hands out, palms up in a 'so what do you think' gesture.

Jessie remarked, "Too hot, sis!" Then she saw me, "Hey, lover, don't you look studly! Um, sorry, no kiss. I'm grimy. I'll get showered and dressed. Sorry, it'll take a while. Did you make reservations?"

"Yes, for 7:30."

"That'll work; I'll hurry," she finished breathily as she bounded up the stairs, Rocky and Shep on her heels.

Angie looked at me and declared, "You do look studly!"

From the top of the stairs, Jessie cracked, "Looky, no touchy!"

As Angie sat and returned to sipping a soda and flipping through a fashion magazine, I headed to the kitchen. I decided I needed a stiff drink. "Angie, I'm making a Long Island. You want something stronger than that soda?"

"Sure, I'll have one with you. Thanks, love."

I made the Long Islands and went to sit at the dining table with her. She took the offered drink and smiled sweetly.

After a sip, she flashed a sweet smile and remarked, "Delish'."

For a while, we sat sipping our drinks, then she broke the silence, "The club was a great idea. I haven't been dancing since... well, in a long time."

"That was Jessie's idea. She's been trying to get us there for a while."

"Well, I'm tickled..." she paused and reached for my hand, "And Connor, I want you to know that being here with you and Jessie has been wonderful. It's really helped me get out of my funk. I can't thank you enough. You really rescued me."

"We're happy to have you. I'm glad we could help."

As I answered her, I saw her eyes had teared up. She released my hand, grabbed a napkin from the holder on the table and started carefully dabbing at them.

"Damn, I'm going to mess up my mascara... How's it look?" she asked afterwards.

"You look fine."

She gave a slight pout, "Just fine?"

"I mean, no damage done. You look great, beautiful."

She smiled and reached for my hand again, softly saying, "You know, Connor, it matters to me... what you think of me."

Okay, uncomfortable.

"Angie, I think you're terrific. I'm sorry you're going through... well, what you're going through."

She took a sip of her drink, "I really do appreciate all you've done for me... Just make sure you save me a dance, tonight," she finished with a soft smile, but her eyes didn't match her smile - they were staring intensely into mine.

Uncomfortable again.

After a bit, Angie finished her drink, shook the glass a little, and asked, "One more for the road?"

"Sure."

I got up and made a second round. After that, we sat in silence and drank. My phone dinged, and I checked my messages. Angie continued flipping through her magazine. Finally, Jessie came down. It was worth the wait.

She had on a silk, spaghetti-strap, cami-style top in a dusky, deep-sapphire blue color. It nicely displayed her sexy shoulders and prominent collar bones, and its moderate-V neckline teasingly exposed the top swell of her firm mounds. On her long torso, the gently contoured top hung to where the bottom hem exposed a hint of her sexy navel. She was also braless, as evidenced by her pert nipples poking the soft fabric. She had on a pair of snug-fitting, mid-rise, dark-blue, designer jeans, that rested just above the top of her hip bones, exposing a tantalizing portion of hard, flat, well-tanned stomach. A pair of navy-blue, high-heeled slings with a standard, non-patent shine, finished off her ensemble.

She had also put on the most makeup I'd ever seen her wear, but done in a manner that only accentuated her features - especially her full, sensuous lips and her striking, blue eyes. Her hair was gathered in a dark blue clip and draped over her left shoulder, where it hung almost to the bottom hem of her blouse. She was also wearing jewelry - a pendant, teardrop, sapphire necklace with matching earrings. She looked absolutely stunning! I said so.

"Thank you, honey. So, you guys ready... hey, no fair; you started drinking without me!" she pouted.

"Sorry, doll..." I started.

"Well, make me one to-go."

"You're going to drink in the car?" I asked.

"What? Are you a cop?"

"Long Island, coming up," I dutifully answered.

I made her a large one, and put it in one of those big, stainless steel, insulated cups equipped with a lid and a straw, and we headed out in my SUV. As I drove to the restaurant, the girls chatted, laughed, and caught up on the week. They were both in good spirits, and I got caught up in the reverie, temporarily forgetting about the incidents that had been stressing me.

II. ANGIE'S REVEAL

We had a great meal, then walked to the club a couple blocks away, leaving my vehicle in a secure parking lot. It was still early by club standards, and we had no trouble getting a table next to the dance floor and far enough away from the stage to not be blown away by the band that was just setting up when we arrived. When we sat, the four chairs around the small, circular table were equidistant apart. Jessie sat on my left, and Angie on my right, leaving the chair across from me vacant. After securing the table, Jessie and I went to the bar and ordered a round of drinks and ice waters while Angie guarded the table. Jessie suggested we get two of everything, because when the place got busy, it could be difficult to get drinks. I gave the bartender a generous tip, pointed out our table, and asked her to have our drinks delivered.

Within 20 minutes of our arrival, the place started filling up. Quite a few couples came in, but a lot more singles, both guys and gals. I noticed that any of the guys that saw Jessie and Angie had a hard time taking their eyes off them, and they were eyeing me, too - wondering which one I was with, and which one was available (I know how guys think - I am one). As the crowd swelled, and the band got started, they brought the house lights down and brought up the stage lights. I decided I needed a quick trip to the men's room and excused myself.

As I was returning to the table, I saw a couple guys engaging the girls. I realized it might be a long night, fending off trollers. As I approached, I saw that Angie had her hand on one of the chairs preventing the guy leering at her from pulling it out. Jessie was addressing the other one.

"Like I said, we're here with someone, so you need to move along. Besides, you can't afford us," she stated sharply, humorlessly. She was obviously annoyed, tired of them.

As I walked up, the guy badgering Jessie was intent on persisting, and started, "Come on, doll, maybe we can..."

I came up behind him and bluntly, emphatically stated, "But you're leaving, so it doesn't matter."

He turned to look at me, starting to say something. He paused as he looked up at me, sizing me up. I'm not all that intimidating looking - I don't have any scars, tattoos or a permanent scowl - but with my size and physique, I can give most guys something to think about. This jerk wasn't immediately taking the hint.

I leaned forward, intentionally invading his space, close enough to his arrogant face to see his lip twitch, "The ladies already told you, no. Now I'm telling you, shove the fuck off."

His friend was already leaving the table, and he wisely chose to do the same.

As I sat, Jessie put a hand on my arm, "Wow, baby, I thought you were going to punch him."

Angie remarked, "What a couple assholes."

I shrugged, "Yeah, some guys think 'no' means, 'try harder'. That type doesn't respond to subtle hints."

Jessie playfully asked, "Would you have? Punched him, I mean."

"I wouldn't have had to. His type, they're used to trying to intimidate women, not guys. But yes. I'd have decked him if he got stupid." I looked at her, "What, you think I don't know how to use all these rippling, bulging muscles?"

She laughed, "Ooooh, my badass man!"

Angie giggled, "Lady slayer, and man killer!"

I laughed and shrugged it off, then took a drink, and looked around. The band was just starting their first number, and a few couples headed out to dance. It took a couple songs before the dance floor started to fill up, but then it got pretty lively. At the start of one fast song, Jessie jumped up and pulled me out to dance. I'm a pretty good dancer, but Jessie is amazing - her movements are fluid and sexy. As soon as that song ended, she motioned for Angie to take her place. Angie hopped up and they smoothly traded. I noticed a guy dancing next to me looking, and we made eye contact. He gave me a 'you dog' look and an approving nod. I felt pretty good.

Angie danced similar to her sister, but with more hip action, and if possible, even sexier. And her breasts were all over the place, doing their own dance in the billowy blouse. I found myself getting a little aroused. Every time I made eye contact with Angie, she gave me a happy, sweet smile, but again, her eyes were giving me a look that, to me, appeared to be, I don't know - lustful? Maybe my imagination. Anyway - uncomfortable.

When a slow song came on, Jessie motioned to her sister to switch. I walked Angie to the table, then, arm around my waist, Jessie smoothly directed us to an open spot, draped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her small waist. As we danced, she pulled me into a brief but passionate kiss, "I love you, baby. Thank you. This is lovely; we need to get out more."

"Absolutely," I replied and we hugged tightly and continued to dance. When the song ended, we returned to the table, and the girls headed to the restroom. As I guarded the table, I noticed we were on our last iced tea and started watching for a waiter. You couldn't get close to the bar now. As I looked around I finally spotted a waitress who was delivering drinks to another table. I managed to make eye contact with her, and she nodded. After delivering the other drinks, she came over and started bussing our table.

"Evening, sir. I'm Lisa, what's your pleasure?"

"Hi Lisa, I'm Connor. There are three of us, and we're drinking Long Islands, and we would also like some fresh ice water."

"Got it. Will that be all, Connor?"

I slipped a folded twenty in her hand, and asked her to check on us regularly.

She leaned down and replied, "Thanks. But I would have, anyway," flashing me a playful, beguiling smile, then headed back towards the bar with her tray.

I watched her walk away. Her tight-fitting, waitress outfit revealed a nice set of hips and a firm butt, and the short skirt showed nice legs. She was a petite brunette, with her fairly long hair gathered in a ponytail - a real cutie. It was turning out to be a fun night for my ego, and my libido.

After a bit, the girls returned, and I let them know I had fresh drinks coming. Shortly, Lisa arrived with our Long Islands and a pitcher of ice water and glasses. She had included some pretzels and nuts, and put a 'reserved' sign on the table. I thanked her, and she answered with a smile and a wink. Jessie saw the wink and gave me a questioning look. I smiled and shrugged. She shook her head and rolled her eyes a little. We relaxed and watched people dance through a couple fast songs. As a song was ending, one brave, reasonably handsome guy came to the table, leaned down beside me, and to be heard over the noise, asked in a loud enough voice, "May I ask which one are you with?"

Before I could answer, Angie loudly answered, "We're both with him. Sorry, sweetie."

Jessie surprised me, scooted her chair out, gave me a kiss on the cheek, then grabbed the guy's hand and exclaimed, "Come on, 'sweetie'! I'll dance with you."

Angie laughed, scooted her chair next to me, threw an arm over my shoulder, and leaning up next to my ear, saucily remarked, "I'll keep you company, love."

I smiled and replied, "Thanks," but was thinking, "No, thanks."

When the next fast song started, Jessie motioned us to the dance floor. Angie grabbed their clutches, and we joined them, with Angie handing Jessie's clutch to her. When that song ended, the band, which was pretty good, segued into a slow ballad. Jessie grabbed Angie's hand and swung her over to the other guy, then twirled into my arms and painted herself to me. As soon as we were dancing, she pulled me into another passionate kiss. I was already in a state of semi-arousal and felt the blood rush to my groin. Between the booze, the dancing, and the attention of two beautiful women, I was in sensory overload. When Jessie felt my swelling member, she forced her thigh between my legs, pressing into it. That didn't help. I glanced at Angie and the interloper she was dancing with. They were in a standard hold and taking turns talking into each other's ear to be heard over the music, and laughing.

When the song ended, the band announced a break. As we started to leave the dance floor, Jessie separated from me, quickly stepped over to the guy and said something. He nodded and smiled, and then he, Jessie, and Angie followed me to our table. As we were getting seated, Jessie leaned over and explained.

"His name is Brad. He seems nice, so I told him he could join us for a while but wouldn't be going home with either of us. If he could live with that, he was welcome. Hope that's okay with you. Figured it would keep us from having to deal with any more assholes."

"Good plan," I replied.

I turned to him, and stretched out my hand, "Brad, I'm Connor. You've met Jessica and Angela," I said, nodding towards them in turn. Then I informed him, "We're drinking Long Islands. What about you?"

"Works for me, thanks. Nice to meet all of you. Thanks for letting me join you."

I answered, "Frankly, it'll keep these two from wearing me out."

Jessie punched my arm; Angie laughed, and almost spilled her drink. Brad raised an eyebrow and gave me a look. I smiled and shrugged. Lisa saw Brad join us and came over, "Connor, can I get you anything?"

"Sure, Lisa. We'll take another round of drinks and one for Brad. He's joining us."

"I'll be right back," she answered, smiling sweetly.

I thanked her and smiled in return.

Jessie gave me a look, and dryly remarked, "You have a fan."

Shortly, Lisa returned with a tray of drinks for all of us. It was pretty loud at the moment, and she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned down, "Just give a wave if you need anything," she said, again with a sweet smile.

As she left, Jessie put her hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and imitating Lisa, quipped, "Yes, sweetie, if you need 'anything', just 'give a wave'."

I laughed and she smacked my arm. About that time, the band took a break.

We toasted, and Brad asked, "Um, so are both of these lovely ladies really with you?"

I started to explain, but Jessie beat me to it.

"Oh, I know what it looks like, but... well, it's what it looks like!" she remarked with a grin. "Angie and I are sisters, and Connor and I met first, and hit it off. Then Angie met him and fell for him, too." Angie looked at Brad and nodded matter-of-factly as Jessie continued, "So, instead of fighting over him and having a falling out, we decided to share him. Connor and I were already living together, so Angie just moved in with us," she explained, cleverly shading the reality to tease him. At the time it was just funny. In time, however, that would prove to be less than humorous.

Brad was looking first at Jessie, then at me, then at Angie, with an expression of disbelief, and maybe a little awe.

Angie, who by now was definitely feeling the iced teas, spoke up, "Yup, they were living together, and I moved right in. Connor does 'everything' for both of us. Why today, when he came home from work, I was nude sunbathing. I wanted to sun my backside..."

"Shut up, Angie," I was thinking, but she kept right on blathering away. I wanted to kick her in the shin!

"... and he arrived just in time to lotion me up. The doll slathered me up, from head to toe, being careful to cover every square inch of my body with sunscreen so my tan would be even. I do modeling and have to keep my skin tone perfect," she explained, then turned to me, smiled, winked, and in a dreamy, wistful sounding voice, remarked, "He has big, strong hands. It felt wonderful."

I know my ears turned red, and Jessie squeezed my thigh under the table - hard! She has a helluva grip.

"Baby, did you do that for Angie?" she asked sweetly.

"Mm hmm," I managed.

"You didn't tell me about that. But aren't you a sweetheart," she said, continuing to smile sweetly while digging her fingertips into my thigh. If she had fingernails, I think she would have drawn blood.

Brad looked like he was trying to get a handle on the image of a nude Angie having lotion rubbed 'all over' her naked body. I was trying to figure out if Jessie was going to cut my dick off. The band was wandering back to the stage, and I thought, "None too soon."

As I was trying to figure out what to say to Jessie, she grabbed her clutch and informed Angie, "Time to powder our noses."

Angie nodded and grabbed her clutch. Brad and I stood as the women left. As we sat back down, Lisa, who was just passing with a tray, stopped to check on us.

"Are you guys doing okay?"

In a good natured way, but with a bit of a smirk, Brad remarked, "He is!"

Lisa gave him a questioning look.

"You don't know?" Brad asked her.

She shrugged, "Know what?"

"Those women, they're sisters."

Lisa nodded, "Mm hmm, gathered that."

"They're 'both' with him!"

She looked at me, flashed a crooked smile, then said to Brad, "Yeah, I get that."

Brad just shook his head and took a slug of his drink. While the girls were gone, to make conversation, I asked Brad what he did for a living.

"I'm the assistant sales manager at a Dodge dealership."

I remembered that Jessie's work truck was a Dodge. "Really? Hmm. We have a construction company, and are looking at purchasing a couple more work trucks in the near future. Maybe we can throw some business your way."

"That'd be great. I'd take good care of you, get you the best deal you'll get around here; and we specialize in customizing - racks, flatbeds, toolboxes, and such."

I nodded and tilted my glass in a mini salute, then took a swallow. The band started up, and I noticed that the girls were gone for quite a bit. They finally returned to the table and sat. Angie looked upset. I looked at Jessie, but she seemed fine. The finished with an upbeat number and broke into a reasonable rendition of 'Bridge Over Troubled Water', and I thought it might be apropos - the 'troubled water' part. Jessie grabbed my hand, and indicated we were going to dance. Brad asked Angie, but she declined, saying she wanted to sit this one out. When Jessie and I found a spot, she gently pressed into me, wrapped her arms around me, and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her firm, lithe form up in my arms, and joined her rhythmic sway.

After a minute, Jessie spoke, "Angie and I talked."

"Un huh..."

"I questioned her about what happened, today - the 'lotioning'..."

It took me a few seconds, a few seconds in which I felt my dick trying to crawl up inside me and hide. I finally came back with a carefully crafted response, "Oh?"

"I got jealous."

"I'm sorry."

She lifted her head and leaned back enough to make eye contact, "Should I be jealous?"

"Not on my account," I honestly replied, "but, um, I think Angie might have a thing for me."

She put her mouth next to my ear, "I know. She told me. She said she is falling for you. We had words. She said she is moving back to mom and dad's."

"I'm sorry. I mean, I'm sorry this isn't going to work. I hate to see her go back there if it's not comfortable for her. But I don't want you guys to have a problem between you. I certainly don't want you to have a problem with me, with the situation... I'm fond of my dick; don't want to lose it."

She laughed and looked at me, then responded, "Good, thank you. I, um, just needed to make sure. I know Angie is very desirable, and I wouldn't have blamed you if you were tempted..."

"No, no, not tempted! Absolutely not!" I quickly assured her, then added, "I mean, yeah, rubbing the lotion on her naked, um... it was disconcerting; and frankly, I'm not comfortable seeing her nude; and lately, I've been very uncomfortable with her 'familiar' behavior. But I'm not tempted, not like that."

Jessie leaned up and softly kissed me, then continued, "Thank you, honey... Listen, I don't think she has to go back to our parents. We can make some changes so you're not being 'bothered' by Angie, and whatever else we have to do. I think we can deal with this."

"Really? You sure?" I questioned.

"Mm hmm. I just needed to know how you felt... needed make sure that you are devoted to me... only me."

"Absolutely, completely, baby."

She nodded, laid her head on my shoulder, and we continued dancing. Just as the song ended, she lifted her head, looked me in the eye and brusquely remarked, "So, you showed my sister your dick!" then turned and led me off the dance floor. I couldn't see that she was grinning, but she was.

Angie could see it, though. Jessie gave her a nod, and I think some kind of affirming sign - an 'okay' or a 'thumbs up'. Angie broke into a smile, patted her chest, and mouthed, "Thank you. I love you," to her sister.

We sat and finished our drinks, trying to chat over the loud music. I was trying to tell Jessie about Brad being a car salesman, and that we might want to give him a shot at our business, but finally gave up. We sat and watched people dance for a bit. When another slow song started, Jessie leaned over to me.

"Ask Angie to dance."

"You sure?"

She nodded and smiled, then nodded to Brad as I got up to ask Angie to the dance floor. Angie looked at me, then at Jessie, who nodded. Angie smiled at her, then gave me her hand. Brad joined Jessie, and we found a spot on the floor and squeezed in.

I heard Jessie ask Brad about the car sales thing as we started to dance. I took hold of Angie, and we started dancing. Gradually, she pressed into me and laid her head on my shoulder. For the first time, I noticed that she was wearing the same scent as Jessie. I don't know why, but I found that kind of erotic. As we danced, I became very aware of Angie's body, her full, soft breasts mashed into my chest, and the rest of her pressed against me as her free hand gently wandered over my back and shoulders (the other hand was holding her clutch). I became aroused again. As we danced, I felt her leg bump against my semi-erection, then felt her intentionally press more firmly against it. I looked down. After a moment, she looked up. When our eyes met, she gave me a shy, embarrassed look, and her eyes were moist. She put her head back on my shoulder, and continued to press herself firmly against me. Finally, the song came to an end, and we returned to the table.

For a bit, we sat in silence, then Jessie grabbed her clutch again and indicated to Angie that it was 'nose powder' time. Shortly, they returned. After they were seated, Jessie opened her clutch and pulled out one of our new business cards and handed it to Brad.

"Give us a call in a couple of weeks. By then, we'll have decided what we'll need."

"Sure. Two weeks. Thanks."

Lisa came over right after that to see if we needed anything.

Jessie spoke up, and Lisa leaned close to hear. I only heard the first thing she said, "I think we're going to call it a night..."

But she continued talking for several more seconds, with Lisa looking up, then back down and nodding. Jessie handed her a card. Lisa took her pen, wrote on the card and handed it back to Jessie. After she left, Jessie announced that we were leaving.

"Brad, it was very nice meeting you. We'll be in touch. Have a great rest of the night."

As she stood, she slipped him the second business card. We said our goodnights, and Angie kissed Brad on the cheek. We worked our way through the crowded club and exited. As we left the cool of the club, we were greeted by the warm, humid air of a sultry, Pensacola night. Jessie grabbed my hand, and I squeezed it. She looked at Angie and nodded. I felt Angie's hand tentatively grasp mine. I gave it a squeeze. We headed for my SUV.

As we left the noise for the quiet outside, I asked Jessie what Lisa wrote on the card.

"Her name and phone number. I had asked Angie if she was interested in Brad, and she wasn't, so I asked Lisa. Brad was nice, and I thought they might match up... though I know she was more interested in you."

"What?"

"I saw you two flirting."

"I wasn't flirting," I said defensively, then quickly countered, "What about you? You were pretty quick to get chummy with Brad."

Jessie laughed, "Hey, he was cute, nice. I found him attractive. I'll admit that. So, are you saying you weren't attracted to Lisa?"

"Okay, sure. She was a little hottie, but just eye candy. I wasn't 'interested' in her."

Jessie replied, "Ditto, honey, ditto. But I'm happy to see you got jealous... You did get jealous, didn't you?"

"Yeah, a little. But why would that make you happy?"

Jessie released my hand, pulled my arm around her waist, and slipped hers around mine as she replied, "Because it means you don't take me for granted."

"You know I don't," I protested.

She nodded, "Mm hmm. But it's like flowers..."

"Flowers?"

"Yes. A woman may know her man loves her, but she still likes to receive flowers to confirm that he loves her, is thinking of her."

I blew out a breath, "Women are complicated."

Jessie hugged me closer, "Yes we are; yes we are."

Angie who had been silent while we kibitzed, softly remarked, "Love is complicated."

Jessie responded, "Yes it is, very much so."

We arrived at my vehicle, and as soon as I had it started, I cranked up the air. It was a quiet ride home, a little too quiet - it was making me nervous, paranoid. I wasn't sure what lay ahead. I was pretty sure my dick was safe for the moment, but I wasn't sure how we were going to handle things. Apparently, Angie was staying, but I hoped there would be some changes - ones that kept my dingus firmly attached to the rest of me.

III. UP IN SMOKE

When we arrived at the house and exited the vehicle, we were again hit by the heat and humidity. As I headed to the side door, I heard the girls behind me, whispering.

"Now what?" I wondered.

I turned off the alarm and unlocked the door. Jessie breezed passed me, "Gotta pee!" she exclaimed as she made a beeline for the powder room.

"I gotta pee, too," I declared.

"Pee in the sink or go upstairs!"

I laughed and headed upstairs.

After taking a leak, I was heading through the bedroom when Jessie hollered up, "We're going swimming!"

"Be right down," I answered, and went to my dresser for some trunks.

When I got downstairs, I found clothes strewn through the house and saw the deck lights were on. I went to the fridge, grabbed a couple bottled waters, and headed out. The girls were in the darkened pool, treading water and talking.

"Oh, good, you got some water," Jessie remarked, and swam to the side, followed by Angie.

When Jessie reached for a water, I saw she was topless, and Angie as well. So much for making things easier on me. After drinking some water, they returned to relaxing in the pool, and I joined them. The cool water felt fabulous in the sultry, night air. After a while, the girls decided it was time and headed for the steps. Jessie went up first, and in the glow from the dimmed deck lights, I could see she still had her panties on, though kinda pointless - they were wet and translucent, clinging to her firm, sculpted buttocks. Angie followed. Her panties didn't reveal her buttocks - because she wasn't wearing any. She had on a thong, so I had to watch her ample, perfectly shaped butt cheeks flexing as she ascended the steps.

Perhaps Jessie didn't grasp what I thought I made pretty clear - "Your naked sister is driving me bug nuts!"

Both girls were wringing the excess water out of their long hair as they padded up to the loungers and grabbed towels.

I stayed in the water, watching the two beautiful sisters drying off, then announced, "I'm gonna take a few laps."

"Okay, honey," Jessie answered, then she dropped her towel and nodded at Angie. They both headed for the breezeway gate, which puzzled me.

After a few leisurely laps, I swam to the steps and exited the pool. Jessie had brought one of her loungers from the garage and placed it between my two. My chaises are the large type with big cushions and wheels. Hers were the foldable, canvas type, which she had brought from her house. I made a mental note to buy more loungers.

Jessie handed me a towel, "Here you go, babe," she said with a smile as she patted the lounger between them.

After toweling off, I sat down, stretched out and lay back. I noticed the sky was clear and full of stars, with the soft glow of a crescent moon behind us. And I had a beautiful naked woman on each side of me - quite idyllic... or quite disturbing. "Fuck it!" I said to myself. Tonight, I'm going with idyllic. I was tired of stressing.

As I sipped some water, Angie was doing something next to me. Then there was the glow of a lighter, and next I smelled the pungent odor of what could only be pot. I was caught off guard. Not only is pot still illegal in Florida, but I had no idea that Jessie smoked it, or Angie, for that matter.

I didn't look over, but heard a cough, then felt Angie's hand on my arm as she indicated for me to take the joint. I looked at the glowing cigarette in her hand, took it and passed it over to Jessie.

"Aren't you going to take a hit?" Jessie asked.

"Um, no, that's okay, thanks."

"I guess we've never discussed this. You don't smoke?"

"No, never have, not even cigarettes. I was in sports all through high school and college. Just never tried it."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I didn't think. We'll put it out..."

"No, no. You guys go ahead. Um, enjoy. I don't have a problem with it."

"You sure, honey?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure."

She caught my eye, then grinned, "It makes me horny as hell."

"Then, by all means, go right ahead! Have several," I joked.

She laughed, took a hit, coughed a little, took another, then passed it back.

I handed it over to Angie, who giggled softly, "It makes me horny, too."

"Oh, good grief! Just keep pokin' the bear!" I thought to myself.

After passing it back and forth a couple of times, Jessie spoke up, "I thought we all needed to mellow out a bit after... well, after everything. I didn't consider that you didn't smoke."

"Really, it's okay. I'm fine."

She gently asked, "Would you like to try some?"

"Um, I don't know... I'll think about it," I answered noncommittally.

"No pressure, honest. Just as long as you're okay with us enjoying some."

"Sure," I replied, then added, "I'm a little on edge, myself. I think I'll get a drink."

"You relax, I'll get it for you," Jessie offered.

Angie spoke up, "No, I'll get it. You two chill." With that, she stood and walked around the front of my lounger, the deck lights highlighting her wobbling breasts and shapely body. I was going to need a couple drinks, stiff ones, preferably with a liberal dose of ketamine added.

"Make a pitcher, if you will," I requested as Angie stopped to pass the joint to Jessie, leaning over in the process.

I caught myself staring at Angie's dangling breasts as she handed the joint to Jessie.

"For the love of Pete!" I groused to myself.

As Angie trotted off, bare ass cheeks undulating, she acknowledged my request, "Got it! I'll make a bunch. We can have a drink, too. It goes well with weed," she giggled.

Jessie saw me watching her.

"Quite a bod, huh?"

"Um, yeah. She has quite a figure... but..."

"It's okay, honey. I'm not jealous. Well, maybe a little, but I know that you're all mine... You are, aren't you?"

I turned and reached for her hand, firmly grasping it, "Jessie, it's just you, only you. There is absolutely no issue there. But there is an issue. I'm still a guy, and watching her parade around naked is kind of like..." I thought a second, then in my best 'girlie' voice, I quipped, "Okay, but you can only put the tip in..."

Jessie laughed, then sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, honey. I guess I didn't consider... I guess I sort of thought of you as 'above' temptation... that's wrong, isn't it?" I nodded. "You're just as tempted as any man..." I nodded. "Then what keeps you from giving in?" she asked.

I sat up, and faced her, "Seriously?"

She nodded.

"Devotion, honey. You mean too much to me; and I won't compromise on that - for Angie or anyone." Then I added jokingly, "Not even Lisa!"

She slugged my arm and laughed, then turned serious, "I'm sorry, honey. I guess I'm an idiot, not realizing... Look, I'll fix this," she sternly stated, "I'll go talk to Angie right now."

I grabbed her hand, "No, wait. Look, there's been enough drama, tonight. Let's do what we started to do - relax, mellow out. We'll start tomorrow... And, um, I'm going to go ahead and try some of that weed. I'd like to see if it will 'mellow' me out, too."

She nodded, "Really? Okay, good. And tomorrow, I promise, we'll fix this... Where the hell's my sister? We've crushed my buzz!"

Just then I saw her at the door, "Here she comes."

Angie was struggling with the backdoor as she juggled a tray of glasses and a pitcher filled to the brim.

"Whoa! Crap! Almost lost it," she exclaimed.

I quickly got up and headed to help her, "Be right there."

As I took the tray from her, she giggled, "Sorry, I was having trouble fighting with that door, balancing the tray, and me!"

"No problem, I got it," I replied as she walked ahead of me, back to her lounger, shapely hips swaying slightly, lovely butt cheeks undulating, sexy legs flexing. "Fuck me!" I groaned to myself. Yeah, I know; I really needed to avoid looking, but that seemed just about impossible.

I set the tray down, and as I filled a glass and handed it to Angie, I informed her, "Your sister would like another joint. She's lost her buzz."

"Oh, no! We can't have that," she declared, and quickly fished out a joint and a lighter and handed them to me. I passed them to Jessie, and Angie informed her, "Sis, this one's all yours. I'm going to have a drink before another one."

Jessie took the joint and lighter from me and gave Angie a thumbs up. As I went to sit, I took a swallow of my drink and almost choked. It was strong. Angie took a drink from hers and did choke.

"Oh, crap. I guess I got them too strong."

"That's okay," I assured her, "They'll last longer."

So, we sat and drank, talked about the evening, and relaxed. Jessie smoked her joint and sipped her drink. When she was about halfway through the cigarette, she held it up, "Ready to try?"

"Um, sure. So, I know I'm supposed to inhale this, but I've never done that..."

"Okay, here's what you do. Take a little puff of smoke in your mouth, but don't suck it into your lungs. Then inhale through your nose and let the smoke in your mouth go down with the air you inhale. Try that first."

"Okay."

I did as she said, and started coughing. She encouraged me to do it again, then again. I kept trying, a little puff at a time, until I started to get used to the smoke. Then she had me take a small hit and inhale it directly. I choked and coughed, and promptly felt my head get a little light. By the time that joint was too short to hold, Jessie took a hit and put it out. Angie had already lit up another, and passed it to me. I was now able to take a small hit and not immediately cough it out. My head began swimming, and I began to feel silly, really goofy.

That reminds me of a joke: Mickey Mouse is being tried for the murder of Minnie Mouse. The judge upbraids Mickey, "You killed the beloved Minnie just because you thought she was 'crazy'?" Mickey, in his squeaky voice, replies sharply, "NO! I didn't say I killed her because she was crazy! I said I killed her because she was fuckin' Goofy!"

If you've heard it, sorry, but if not, you gotta admit, it's a pretty good joke! Anyway...

I felt like I had a big, clown head, then I looked at my feet.

"My feet are huge," I thought, only realizing after the girls busted up, that I had expressed that out loud.

I busted up, and we all cackled like hyenas for what seemed like an hour. Long story short, we drank and smoked till the pitcher of iced teas was empty, and I don't know how many joints we went through. But in the end, I was feeling incredibly weird, and I don't know, carefree, uninhibited, and more than a little wasted - my head was swimming. And I was really noticing just how incredibly beautiful Jessie and Angie both are. I apparently said something to that effect, because the girls busted up again. Jessie patted my hand and said it was time to call it a night. We staggered up to bed, and when we got to the upstairs hallway, Jessie told me to give Angie a goodnight kiss.

"Okay," I replied, and turned towards her. Angie threw her naked body against me, wrapped me up, mashing her breasts into my chest, clamped her lips on mine, and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed her naked ass cheeks and mashed our groins together. I don't how long we kissed, but Jessie finally intervened.

"Okay, that'll do, kids."

I felt her pry Angie's hands from behind my neck, and I released her. Angie staggered back, almost falling. She had an odd, spacey look on her face, which transformed into a grin.

"Thanks! G'night!" she chirped, then spun around, almost toppling, and staggered down the hallway.

I realized Jessie was behind me and turned around. When I turned, the hall tilted, and if I hadn't stuck my hand out to brace the wall, I was certain it would have fallen on us.

I started, "Sorry, honey, but..."

"No, babe, it's... that was... fuck... come on!" she growled as she grabbed for my hand, missed, and grabbed again, snagging it and yanking me down the hall to our bedroom.

As soon as we got there, she flipped on the light, gasped, flipped it off, then headed to the bed, jerking her panties down as she went. She turned on the bedside lamp, then whipped the comforter and sheet back and sprawled on the bed. I was still standing in the doorway. I had been watching her tall, sleek, athletic body as she walked to the bed and crawled on. I was just mesmerized by her firm, sculpted ass, long, finely muscled legs...

"Get over here, knucklehead! Quit standing there gawking!" Jessie barked, breaking my reverie.

I headed to the bed, and immediately crawled between her open thighs. As I started to dive into her hairy muff, she grabbed my hair and stopped me.

"No, damn it! I need your cock in me. Grab the lube. Use a lot. Hurry!"

"Okay, got it," I assured her as I fumbled with nightstand drawer, found the lube and got the cap off.

I squirted some on one of my fingers and started to apply it to her lips. She grabbed the lube out of my hand.

"Oh crap! Here, I'll do it," she snapped, then put the bottle at her vagina and squeezed a glob directly into it, squeezed a glob onto her fingers, rubbed it around her lips, then squeezed out some more and went to rub it on my cock. "Get your damned trunks off!"

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, got up, wrestled my trunks off and got back between her thighs. She had hiked her legs out of the way for me to scoot up. As soon as I was in position, she smeared lube all over the head of my cock, squeezed out some more, slathered up my shaft, threw the bottle on the floor, then in a wanton, guttural voice, ordered, "Shove it in. Get that fucking beast in me. Fuck me!"

I grabbed my slippery cock and was amazed that it was rock hard. I was puzzled, and wondered to myself, "When did I get an erection?" Nope, it was out loud.

"Probably when you were sticking your tongue down my sister's throat!" Jessie cracked. "Get busy, damn it!" she impatiently barked, and grabbed my hips, urging me forward.

I got the fat head of my cock lined up with her diminutive vagina, and wondered "How does this thing fit in there?" At that moment, just as I went to push forward, Jessie forcefully pulled on me, causing me to lurch forward, and abruptly slam into her cervix.

"OOOPH!" she gasped, as I roughly penetrated her tight opening, then immediately yelped, "FUCK!" when I jabbed her.

I froze.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Just a sec... Okay... I'm okay... Go! C'mon, get busy!" she impatiently urged.

I immediately started thrusting - deeply, forcefully. She was prodding me on, digging her heels into my buttocks, and grasping my shoulders with her hands, fingertips digging into my muscles. Again, if she had fingernails, I'd have been bleeding. We were both on fire, especially Jessie. She was out of control.

"Oh-oh-oh... fas-ster... fu-uck me... faster!" Jessie demanded.

So I ramped up my thrusting, and she responded by becoming more animate, more verbal, stringing a litany of grunts and groans together "Yeah-h-h-ngh-ngh-fu-u-uck-k-k-ngh-ngh-ngh... agh-gh-gh-fu-u-uck..." she stammered.

Then, heralding her impending climax, she released my shoulders, grabbed my hair and curled forward, chin on her chest, abs knotted, cords standing out on her neck. She growled through clenched teeth as I pounded her, "Fu-u-uck-ing-clo-ose... Gon-na-fu-uck-in'-cum-m-m..."

Her climax rapidly built, and her legs and body began shaking, along with her vagina spasming around my cock. That set me off, and I went into an absolute fucking frenzy. Suddenly, Jessie's vagina clamped down, spasming harder than I had ever felt as she started shaking uncontrollably.

Her eyes rolled up and her mouth gaped open, then she screamed, "CUM-M-M-MING... OH-NO-O-O! PISS-SS-SS-SING!"

She let loose a stream as I pummeled her, splattering piss all over us. I exploded, shooting semen out like a machine, flooding her tight vagina. Then, cock buried to the hilt, I froze there as my body jerked and spasmed while I emptied my balls in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Jessie finally released my hair, and collapsed, falling back, arms and legs flopping to the bed. She lay there twitching and jerking as her body was racked with periodic spasms. She was babbling, but I didn't know what she was saying. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears, and my own huffing. I sat on my haunches, trying to catch my breath.

As we both calmed down, I found myself staring at her beautiful body, mesmerized by the sight of her firm, mounded breasts rapidly rising and falling as she took deep breaths, recovering from our frenetic coupling. Her eyes were closed, and she had a sublime expression on her face.

Suddenly, hers eyes popped open, "SHIT!" she exclaimed, "I peed again! Get up! Get up!"

I didn't move fast enough.

"Get that fucking pole outta me. I soaked the bed... Again! Fuck!"

I jerked back, and my still rigid cock popped out, immediately followed by cum oozing from her gaping hole. She pushed me out of the way and swung her legs off the bed

"Strip the bed! Quick!" she yelped as she dashed for the bathroom.

I stripped the sheets and mattress cover off. There were a couple, small damp spots where urine had made it to the mattress. Jessie called from the bathroom, checking on me.

"Yeah, I stripped it. There's a couple wet spots on the mattress," I answered.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Come get a shower. I pissed all over you," she groused, then after a couple beats, she busted up.

I entered the bathroom, and she was still on the toilet, draining and laughing. After we showered, we took care of the linens. She cleaned up the spots on the mattress, and got a hair dryer.

As she was drying the mattress, she said, "It wasn't that wet. I think the mattress will be okay," then she shook her head and looked at me with a crooked smile, "I guess were going to have to get a fucking plastic, mattress cover!" She paused, giggled to herself, then remarked, "I wonder if they list 'Fucking Mattress Covers' on Amazon - 'Impervious to all Bodily Fluids, so your Sexcapades don't ruin your Mattress'!" That cracked us both up, and we had a good laugh.

By the time we got the bed put together, we had sobered up, and Jessie remarked, "Okay, no more 'stoned sex'! We hurt Little Jessie."

"Sorry, babe."

"Oh, honey, not your fault. This was all on me. I was already horny as hell after the pot, but when you and sis started making out in the hallway..."

"You told me to kiss her..." I started, defensively.

"No, I'm not blaming you. Just saying, it made me even hotter."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, never mind; just no more stoned sex."

I nodded, and Jessie pulled me into bed, and we passed out.

IV. TROUBLE IN PARADISE

I awoke in the early hours of the morning with my bladder screaming. It was still dark out. I looked at the clock. It was only a little after five, but Jessie wasn't in bed, and Shep and Rocky were gone. She must be downstairs. I went to the bathroom and urgently relieved myself, then slipped on boxers I wandered downstairs looking for Jessie. I ended up at the back door and looked out. I could see Jessie and Angie sitting in the dark. It looked like they had cups in their hands. I realized I could smell freshly brewed coffee. I poured me a cup and went to join them. As I walked out, the first hint of dawn was breaking on the eastern horizon.

Jessie heard me as I came out, and waved me over. I went and sat between them. I noticed Jessie was in a sleeping shirt, and Angie was in her shorty pajamas.

"Morning, lover. How you feeling?" Jessie asked as she leaned over for a kiss.

"Like I was in a train wreck!" I groused.

She smiled, and we kissed, then she remarked, "Yeah, we 'wrecked' something, alright."

As I sat back, Angie said good morning to me. When I turned to greet her, she leaned over and reached a hand behind my neck, pulling me into gentle, chaste kiss.

"Good morning to you, too," I replied sweetly and smiled.

She smiled back, then returned to sipping her coffee. After that, we sat and finished our coffees in silence, watching the sky gradually get some color in it. Finally, I asked what was on the agenda for the day.

Jessie answered, "We're thinking 'quiet day at home'. Do some chores, relax, maybe swim. Both babies need a bath. Later, order pizza or Chinese. What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect, and about all I could handle, anyway," I replied.

"Want some breakfast?" she asked.

"Mm hmm. I'm feeling kind of hungry."

"Why don't we get our showers and meet downstairs," Jessie suggested, and we headed in.

After breakfast, Jessie and I washed Shep and Rocky. I was surprised at how blasé Rocky was with the whole bath thing. Jessie washed him in the kitchen's big, farm sink, using the sprayer on him, and he just stood and let her move him however she needed, and didn't even react when water splashed on his face. He'd just blink, lick, and shake his head a little.

Shep loves a bath. You just have to make sure that afterwards, he doesn't have access to any mud or dirt he can roll in. He tried to convince me that a mud bath was good for his hair follicles, but I didn't buy it. Turns out I'm only gullible when it comes to women.

I worked in the yard and did pool maintenance. Jessie decided to clean out her truck and reorganize it. Angie helped her. About eleven, I informed the girls I wanted to go for a run before we ate lunch. When I returned, they were finished, and we took quick showers. Once we were dressed, I ordered Chinese, and we settled at the table with cold sodas. As we drank our sodas, Jessie brought up recent developments.

"Honey, Angie and I have been talking about the 'situation' that has come up, and about some ideas we've come up with that we want to run by you."

"Okay."

"First, Angie has some things she wants to say."

Angie started, "Okay, whew. This is going to be harder than I thought... Connor, first, I want to apologize for, um, teasing you and stuff. No, please just listen; let me get this out... And I mean it. I'm really sorry for what I've been putting you through... Um, when I first moved in here, I was jealous of you and Jessie, and what you have together. Actually, I resented it; and if it hadn't been for my situation with mom and all, I wouldn't have considered moving in with you, but I was kind of desperate. Anyway, once I was here, that all changed. You were both so decent, and made me feel better; not like with my parents, who were always reminding me of my mistakes, my failures - especially mom."

She looked at me, eyes welling up with tears, "And you were nothing like I thought you would be... Um, I need to explain. Most of the guys I know that are goodlooking and successful, have pretty high opinions of themselves; so I expected that from you, and was going to keep you at a distance... but, you were so nice, down to earth, considerate..." She stopped and wiped her eyes, trying to calm herself.

"Anyway, before I knew it, I found myself attracted to you, and, well, I responded by flirting - kind of my normal response to goodlooking guys. But my flirting seemed to go unnoticed, and that surprised me... I'm not used to guys not responding to me. And that challenged me. I didn't really mean anything at the time, just wanted to get a rise out of you.

Anyway, before I even realized it, I was kind of falling for you; and combined with not having had sex in forever, I started to think about you 'that way'... desire you. So, when you came home and caught me sunning that day, well, I got the idea to ask you to lotion me... because I wanted you to touch me. I wanted to feel your hands on me... and I hoped... you would respond, um, that you would... want me. And if you had given me any sign that day, I would have turned over and... I'm so sorry. I know how terrible that sounds... I hope you can forgive me..."

I wasn't completely surprised by what I was hearing, but I was surprised by the depth of Angie's feelings for me. I quickly tried to assure her I didn't hold anything against her for how she felt.

I quickly assured her, "Angie. There's nothing to forgive. Look, I don't think ill of you. You've gone through a horrible divorce, lost everything, have problems with your parents. Hey, we're all human..." She just began crying harder as I talked, so I stopped.

Jessie intervened, "He's right, sis. This isn't about blame, now. We're past that. This is about fixing things."

She turned to me, "So, with that in mind, I want to share what Angie and I have talked about, what we've come up with. First of all, Angie was certain she needed to leave, but she still can't afford to go out on her own, so her only choice would be to go back to our parents. Her modeling jobs are giving her enough money that she could get by if she didn't have her debts; but what she owes is just too much, and her credit is destroyed. All her credit cards have been cancelled, and her car, her beautiful Miata, was repossessed. Dad gave her mom's old driver to use.

Anyway, she still doesn't want to accept money from me, so I've convinced her she needs to stay here until she can make it on her own. We have discussed that at length and have come up with what I want to run by you now."

I answered, "Of course. We can work this out. Angie, we will work it out. I don't want to see you go back to your parents, and well, go backwards."

Angie was nodding, tears running down her cheeks.

Jessie continued, "Right. So, first of all, Angie has agreed - no more teasing, flirting, or running around naked. Second, she will come to work for me as a runner, parttime, when she's not on modeling calls..."

I interrupted, "If I may, I think I have a better idea."

"Sure, honey, what?"

"What if Angie became a real estate agent? I could send her to school for her license and teach her the ropes. I was going to hire an agent pretty soon, anyway. She could make a lot more money doing that than you could justify paying her as a runner. And doing real estate, she'll have a flexible schedule to accommodate her modeling gigs. Um, about the debt, why don't we pay that off, you know, with a no-interest loan, which she can pay back from her commissions; and that way, she can get her credit restored a lot faster."

Angie looked up at me and started crying in earnest. Jessie put an arm around her, "See why I love this guy so..."

Angie broke free from her sister and bolted for the stairs, startling both of us.

"What..." I started.

"Not sure. Let's give her some time."

Just then, the doorbell rang. I'd forgotten about the food. I went and retrieved our meal, and Jessie and I started eating, though I think we both had lost some of our appetite. But after about ten minutes, Angie came down and joined us. After she sat, she apologized.

"I'm sorry I left like that. I was just overwhelmed. I can't believe how... wonderful you're both being. I really don't feel like I deserve it... your generosity. I know I don't deserve it. I just... well, thank you for everything." She looked at me, "Connor, I think your idea is great. I want to try that. I'll do my best, I promise. I..."

She had been wiping her eyes, getting herself under control, but started crying again. Jessie got up and stepped behind her, leaned down and wrapped her up, "It's okay, sis. Now, let's turn off the waterworks. It's settled. We have a plan. Let's enjoy our meal."

Angie nodded and patted Jessie on the arm.

"Hey, how about those Bears," I joked, and Angie laughed.

Jessie released her sister, flashed me a smile then sat, and we settled into eating.

V. A NEW NORMAL - ANGIE 2.0

As we closed out October, we were firing on all cylinders - Jessie was in the process of hiring on more crew; Angie was in real estate school and working in the office, getting acclimated. I had set up an office for her, and she was really devoting herself to everything. Meanwhile, I was in the process of buying more properties, and developing a working relationship with Jessup's Navy housing contact, Reba (yes, like Reba the country singer, but without the red hair).

The first of November, I informed Jessie about an idea I had. I had decided there was one thing my dad's house didn't have, and that I wanted, especially with the cooler weather approaching - a hot tub. Jessie thought it was a great idea and said to call her dad; he had a preferred outfit he used. I called and had them come out. I picked out a quality, 6-person tub, but they couldn't do the install till mid-month, and I said that was fine. In the meantime, on the west end of the rear veranda, where the tub would be located, Jessie added overhead heaters, and installed a windscreen/privacy wall with moveable louvers.

As we rolled into late November, Jessie had started running two full crews, and now had three work trucks and a 10-foot utility trailer. Angie had completed school, gotten her license, and already had her first listing - without my help.

(Side note: No matter what anybody says to the contrary, goodlooking women, especially stunners like Angie, have an advantage in real estate. Of course, when working with a couple, they have to learn how to manage their 'asset' and not alienate the woman involved.)

I had also leased a company car for her to use - her older Ford Escape was not practical for taking people on showings and such, and it didn't project a 'successful agent' image. And 'image' does matter. All that said, if you're not competent, image and looks will only take you so far. To that end, Angie was quickly developing the requisite skills and knowledge to become very successful.

Things were going well. We had started having occasional family get-togethers with Jessup and Beckie, having them out to our house, and vice versa, including Thanksgiving dinner at their place. Things had greatly improved between Angie and Beckie, and Jessup was thrilled with what Angie was now doing. And as she became more involved in the business, she was modeling less, taking only those assignments that suited her.

At home, we'd developed routines that seemed to help everybody be more comfortable. My interactions with Angie at work were professional - no flirting; and at home, we were more relaxed, more casual around each other. We seemed to have found a balance where Angie was more of a member of the family, instead of the 'visiting, hot sister'. And no more nudity, no 'touchy-feely', no sexual anything.

We had settled on her staying with us until her credit was reestablished, and she was able to qualify for a mortgage. If necessary, I would sell her a house on a contract of sale, so she could get a place sooner, and get her credit established more quickly. Of course, it would be better if she could qualify for a traditional mortgage, but we would do what was necessary and most expedient.

As I indicated, Angie was really applying herself at work and doing quite well. She had also changed, become more serious, more subdued. At first, the changes were subtle, but as time went on, she seemed to become a little withdrawn, and was doing less with us, keeping to herself more. And I was concerned. But whenever I would ask if she was okay, she would assure me she was doing fine, just trying to focus on getting herself together, working towards her future goals. Over time, I became accustomed to the 'new Angie' - Angie 2.0.

So, I was very pleased with how everything was progressing both in business and in my personal life, and how smoothly things were going. However, as we approached the holiday season, there was one event at the beginning of December that led to one of the most uncomfortable experiences I've ever had.

B. HOLIDAY MADNESS

I. MOM, DAD! WHAT THE %@&$!!!

Remember the hot tub. It was installed around the middle of month as promised, but coming up on the end of the month, we had yet to take advantage of it. That apparently gave Angie an idea - one that led to a very disturbing episode to start off the holiday month; and one which would serve as a harbinger of even more vexing times to come.

With the hot tub in mind, Angie arranged a surprise, combined birthday party for Jessie and me. My birthday is on the 28th of November and Jessie's is on 5th of December (yes, we're both Sagittarians - though I have no idea what that means). Jessie and I had planned on celebrating our birthdays together on the 5th or thereabouts with just a nice dinner out, but Angie's 'inspired' birthday party changed that.

She made sure we were all going to be home on Saturday, December 2nd, and arranged for Jessup and Beckie to join us, and to come dressed in swimwear, as she wanted to have a hot tub-themed bash.

That morning, Angie suggested that we have pizza for lunch and that she would take care of the order. She had secretly arranged for her parents to pick up the pizza and deliver it. They showed up at our house at 12:30 and rang the doorbell. Angie was upstairs and called down for us to get the pizza delivery.

We went to the front door, and Jessie opened it while I was digging in my wallet for cash when I heard Jessie gasp, "Holy shit! Mom, Dad?! WHAT THE HELL..."

I looked up. My eyes about popped out of my head. They were both practically naked. Beckie 'almost' had on a hot-pink bikini - the bra was struggling to contain her big breasts, and the panty only just covered her pubic mound; and next to her, Jessup was wearing a tight, skimpy, leopard-patterned speedo that barely contained his junk. Besides flip flops on their feet, that was it! And they were standing on our front porch in broad daylight dressed like that. I thought, "Good thing I don't have neighbors, nearby." They were each holding an extra-large pizza box and smiling. I was flabbergasted. Jessie was apoplectic. We didn't understand what the hell was going on. Why were her parents delivering our pizza? Why had they shown up unannounced and uninvited; and why the hell were they wearing such audacious, revealing, swimsuits?

Before we could react any further, Beckie and Jessup exclaimed, "Happy Birthday! Here's the pizza. Where's the hot tub?"

I heard Angie behind us, laughing. She had been waiting upstairs, already in her own skimpy bikini - a bright red number, and snuck up behind us while we answered the door. As we turned around, she handed each of us a small, gift-wrapped package.

"Happy birthday! Go ahead, open them," she urged, grinning.

Jessie's package held a bikini like her mom's and her sister's, except it was a vivid, electric blue color. My package held a leopard-patterned speedo like Jessup's.

"Hurry, go put those on and join us," Angie instructed.

As I held up the flimsy piece of spotted fabric, I emphatically proclaimed, "I am not wearing this thing."

Jessup spoke up, "The hell you're not! They got me in this damn thing. You're puttin' one on, too! Move it!"

So, Jessie and I went to change. When we went to put on our 'hot tub attire', we discovered that Jessie's bikini bottom was a thong. Surprising? Yes. But not as surprising as the next revelation - that meant that Angie and Beckie were wearing thongs, too. I hadn't noticed when we were downstairs, as I didn't see either of them from the rear. Now, Angie in a thong is one thing, but Beckie?! That couldn't possibly be true. I certainly didn't want to see my future wife's mother in a thong - her naked, 'old lady' butt on display. Fortunately, or more correctly, unfortunately (as it turned out), I wasn't subjected to that 'particular' sight. Anyway, we were taken aback by this skimpy swimwear.

Turns out, it all came about from a conversation Angie had with her parents in preparation for the party. When they decided to surprise us by delivering the pizza already dressed for the hot tub, Angie told her mom she didn't want her wearing a fuddy-duddy, one piece. Jessup jumped on that, and said he wanted her to wear a 'sexy' bikini. Beckie countered that if he'd wear a speedo, she'd wear a sexy bikini. He countered and dared her to wear a thong bikini, then he'd wear a speedo, knowing she wouldn't do it. She called his bluff! She would wear a thong bikini on the condition she picked out his speedo, which led to the skimpy one he had on, and by default, me, too. Thanks a lot, Jessup!

Anyway, when I put my speedo on, I was appalled - my package was barely contained - actually less than barely, and I was extremely self-conscious about it. Jessie laughed, and joked that if I got to see the women in thongs, that we men should be equally 'displayed' as well. She used the old "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander!" cliché on me. It came back to bite her.

When she tried her thong on, her pubic hair was coming out all sides - now she was appalled. "Crap, I can't wear this like that! It looks like I'm smuggling a chinchilla in my crotch! I'm gonna have to do a shit load of grooming! Damn it! I'm going to strangle Angie!"

She quickly shaved, grooming up enough to contain her hair in the triangle of the thong panty. I even had to help her, shaving around her pucker area where she couldn't see, and that was tricky. Somehow, I managed not to draw blood.

With no small amount of chagrin, we headed downstairs.

As we hit the bottom of the stairs, Angie and Beckie were coming in from the veranda, and Angie remarked, "Bout time, what took so long?"

Jessie snapped, "What took so long? I had to do a butt load of grooming is what, you little sh... brat!"

"Don't blame me; blame mom!" Angie countered.

Beckie laughed, "Hey, this was Jessup's fault - he dared me! And I don't want to hear any complaining. I had to mow my yard! On top of that, my damned tits are about to fall out of this bra, and my 50-year-old ass is hanging out!"

We laughed, and I tried not to stare at Beckie. After all, she was going to be my mother-in-law. Unfortunately, as we got set up for lunch, seeing her in her 'overly exposed' state was unavoidable. At the front door, I'd only seen her briefly, but now I was getting an eye full, including her barely contained, big breasts (at least full D's). Also, a hint of the top edges of her areolae were visible, and her substantial nipples were quite conspicuous pressing against the unlined or thinly-lined material, as were all the ladies' nipples. Which brings me to one other disturbing thing - one I'm reticent to mention, but I had to suffer through it, so, you're going to hear about it.

The bras weren't the only parts of the bikinis that were unlined or thinly-lined. Yup, the panties, too. And I couldn't help but notice their scantily-clad crotches. That's when I saw something I could never unsee - Beckie's camel toe. While Jessie's cleft barely showed, and Angie's was only a little more evident, Beckie's cleft, while not large at all, was quite noticeable. And once I noticed it, I couldn't 'unnotice' it. Again, this is my soon-to-be mother-in-law, and I'm confronted by 'x marks the spot' every time I look at her. Good grief! Okay, moving on.

Like Angie, Beckie has an hourglass shape - a little fuller than her daughter's with a little more body fat, but she still has a fairly narrow waist, with only a modest tummy, which also features the same sexy, vertical navel her daughters have. And yes, her legs are pretty nice, too. So, for a 50-year-old woman, she's disturbingly hot looking. But, oh, if that was only the end of it...

Remember how I said I unfortunately wasn't subjected to seeing Beckie's 'old lady' butt? Well, as Beckie and Angie went to ferry something to the patio table, I was subjected to the last thing I wanted to see - Beckie's big, shapely, naked ass! It was no 'old lady' ass. It was incredible!

Yeah it wasn't as firm as Angie's, but it was still well-shaped, and too damned hot-looking for me ignore.

It may sound like I'm obsessing. I'm not. It's just that I was not prepared to be sexually aroused by my mother-in-law; but that's what happened when I was subjected to her practically nude body, especially that ass! Okay - maybe obsessing a little. Anyway, my 'inappropriate' reaction to Beckie's 'assets' left me embarrassed and upset.

My embarrassment didn't end there.

Once, as I was getting stuff from the dining table, Beckie was coming back inside, and apparently noticed my speedo. "Speaking of falling out - goodness, Connor, you need a bigger speedo. Angie, that thing's too small for him. I bet you did that on purpose, didn't you?" she remarked, chuckling. (Beckie had picked out the speedos, but Angie had provided my size information.)

I immediately felt my ears turn red. I was appalled for the second time, or the third, or... I'd lost count. The ensuing exchange did not lessen my discomfort.

"Mom! Stop staring at Connor's crotch," Angie chided.

"Oh, bull!" Beckie shot back, "He's gettin' an eyeful of my goods; I'll look at his!"

Jessie cracked up, "Geez, mom! Are you perving on my man?"

Beckie laughed, "Hey, I may be older, but I'm not dead, yet."

Jessie cracked, "Good Grief, mom! Do you need to take a cold shower?"

Beckie just laughed louder. She turned to me, "Listen to these two. The way they're acting, you'd think they're nuns and never had an impure thought!"

I must've turned redder, because Jessie asked, "Honey, is my mother embarrassing you?"

"What? No. But she's right about this speedo, it's too small, and so, yeah, I'm a little embarrassed by, um, how it fits."

Beckie was now heading to the kitchen, and stopped to say, "Oh, honey, don't be embarrassed. We're all overexposed here. Besides, what the hell, if you've got it, flaunt it! Right?"

Feeling like I was acting a little wimpy, I tried to match Beckie's boldness, "Right, Beckie. And I must say, 'You've got it!"

I had tried to say it in a playful, joking manner, but immediately felt I was a little too 'enthusiastic' in my delivery, and was instantly embarrassed - again!

Beckie patted my shoulder and grinned, "Right back at ya." Then she continued to the kitchen.

Jessie wisecracked, "Good grief! Would you like us to get you two a room?"

Becky was just turning the corner to enter the kitchen, and stopped, turned, looked at Jessie, and shot back, "Best offer I've had all day!" Then she disappeared into the kitchen.

I busted up. I didn't know Beckie could be such a pistol.

Jessie exclaimed, "MOM!" then started laughing and shaking her head.

A few seconds later, Beckie called from the kitchen, "Everything's ready in here. We need a hand."

I shook my head, "Don't look at me. I think she was serious."

Jessie headed to help, and as she passed me, she stuck out her tongue, then quipped, "Coward!"

Angie followed her in, and I headed outside to check the hot tub and the heaters. Yup, making my escape. I headed to the hot tub to check the temp, and turned it up a couple degrees. As I headed back to the table, the four of them were ferrying out the pizzas and our drinks - two big pitchers of pina coladas - sort of a 'tropical' nod to our hot tub themed shindig - perfect for the current, balmy weather.

I noticed no one had brought sodas, so I headed to get them. (Jessie and I like Diet Pepsi with spicy food. And we like our pizza spicy - along with pepperoni and tomatoes, we like it covered in jalapenos and pepperoncinis.) And thankfully, Angie had ordered one pizza our way, and one how her parents like it.

I returned with our sodas and we settled into eating. As we chowed down, there was a lot of ribbing about our collective 'swimwear'. After we ate and cleaned up, we brought the remaining pina colada mix to the hot tub, then climbed into the hot, churning water. It felt great after sitting out in the cool. And I was thankful that we were all finally immersed in the bubbling water so I didn't have to keep looking at all the beautiful, naked asses and gorgeous tits that I had been subjected to for the last hour.

If I'd gotten an erection, and someone had seen it - like Beckie, I would have died on the spot!

We sat, joked, drank, and relaxed for quite a while. I really liked Jessie's family. Not only had I lucked into a wonderful woman, but she also came with a terrific family, and I felt like I was a part of it, which was pretty nice since I no longer had a family of my own.

So, the hot tub party aside, and with the exception of the Angie situation - which had been resolved, the last few months leading up to the holidays, were all pretty nominal - busy at times, challenging at times, a few hiccups along the way, but overall, progressing quite smoothly...

... until Christmas.

That's when the shit hit the fan; the wheels came off the wagon; the train went off the rails... Okay, in the big scheme of things, it wasn't that 'apocalyptic'; but for me, it was a pretty upsetting and trying time. And 'my world' would never be the same again.

II. OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS... ELVES?

As Christmas approached, we had all been very busy. We decided to take as long a break as possible for the holidays and made the necessary arrangements. We managed to clear our combined schedules for two weeks surrounding Christmas and New Year's Eve. And aside from the planned Christmas and New Year's festivities, we had decided to just relax and recharge for the rest of our time off.

The Saturday before Christmas, we attended a big party at Jessup and Beckie's, and it was quite a party. Sunday, we hosted our own large, company party with all our employees and their families, several business associates, including Olivia and her current boyfriend, and Brad and Lisa, who had become a couple. I also invited Denise so she could get acquainted with everyone, and she happily accepted.

We planned a family Christmas celebration at the parents' house on Christmas Eve, then the three of us would celebrate Christmas Day at home.

Christmas Eve at Jessup and Beckie's, we had dinner, exchanged gifts, then settled into dancing and visiting, and enjoying quite a bit of Christmas cheer, late into the night.

One time, as I slowed danced with Beckie, she brought up Angie, "Connor, I want to thank you for what you did."

I looked at her questioningly.

"With Angie, I mean."

"Oh, I was happy to help."

"Well, I'll be honest; I thought it was a mistake when she left here, but at the same time, I was glad... and shame on me for saying that, but we were really getting on each other's nerves."

"Yes, I know there were problems between you..."

She leaned back and looked at me, "You know why?"

"Mm hmm. I understand that the guy she married was a real point of contention."

"Yes, he was, but there's more to it than that. Angie and I have always had issues. You see, unlike Jessie, who was always very responsible and level-headed, Angie was... a bit of a wild child, and spoiled, used to getting her way. Where Jessie was kind of like a son he never had, Angie was Jessup's 'sweet, little girl'. So, she played him, and he spoiled her and made allowances for her. And I always resented that a little, but our real falling out didn't happen till she dropped out of college to marry that no-good, jack ass, son of a... sorry. Anyway, she was starting the fourth year of a five year curriculum, and doing quite well. On top of that, we were paying for it, so when she dropped out, we were furious. Frankly, I've never gotten over it. But now, I'm just so happy she's doing what she's doing."

As the song ended, she said, "So, again, thank you," and gave me warm hug.

"She and Jessie did most of that, working things out together. I just helped where I could," I replied.

Beckie looked at me, "I can see why Jessie worships you. You are generous and modest. And I know what all you did for Angie." She kissed me on the cheek, then we separated.

I had tried not to drink too much so I could drive home, and at the end of the night we had coffee; but truth be known, I was not comfortable driving. Unfortunately the girls were pretty wasted, so I was the designated, least-drunk driver. I was careful, and we made it home without incident.

When we got to the house, we all headed upstairs for showers and sleep. I showered first and passed out. I didn't even feel Jessie come to bed. I awoke the next morning to light streaming in through a crack in the drapes. I remembered it was Christmas Day, and quickly rose to get started. I was excited. I had purchased a couple, special gifts for Jessie and Angie that they didn't know about. I had arranged with Jessie's head foreman, Miguel, to secretly deliver the surprise while we were at Christmas Eve dinner. Hey, I know it was Christmas Eve, but it was the only time I could arrange it, and I gave an extra bonus to him and the guys who helped him.

As I walked into the bathroom, Jessie was wrapped in a towel, standing at the mirror drying her hair, and humming a Christmas jingle. She turned off the hair dryer and greeted me, "Hey, sleepyhead, good morning and Merry Christmas," then wrapped me up, "Our first Christmas, together... our first of many, I hope," she remarked as she gazed lovingly into my eyes.

"Till death do us part," I reminded her.

She smiled, pulled me close, and we kissed warmly.

We still hadn't set a date, but had settled on sometime in June. We planned on deciding and making an announcement at our New Year's Eve party.

As we separated, she asked, "Are you ready for our Christmas celebration?"

"You bet."

"Okay, I want you to keep something in mind; no matter what happens, don't forget that I love you, completely, totally, unequivocally."

I didn't understand why she said that, but answered, "Nothing could cause me to think otherwise."

"Okay, good," she smiled, "Let's get Christmas started. I can't wait to give you your gifts!"

She slipped out of the bathroom, and I got in the shower. By the time I headed downstairs, I heard the girls in the kitchen, and smelled bacon. I knew we were having French toast for breakfast - a Christmas morning tradition in their family. What I didn't know was what else lay in store.

As I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of two, tall, beautiful, blond elves. Jessie and Angie were dressed in skintight, forest green bodystockings with accompanying red elf hats, red sashes around their waists, and red slippers on their feet. They looked simply stunning! The long-sleeved bodystockings went from neck to ankles, hugging every curve of their beautiful bodies. I was speechless. In my experience, elves were never this damned hot!

Jessie turned, "There's the 'head elf' now. Here, Santa, here's your hat," she said as she put a red, Santa hat on my head. Then she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, "Merry Christmas, Santa."

Angie stopped what she was doing, and after Jessie released me, came up and hugged me, then kissed me hard on the lips, catching me totally off guard. It was the first time in a long time we'd kissed or had that kind of physical contact.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," she said, blushing, and quickly turned back to cooking.

"HO, HO, HO! What a happy surprise for Santa!" I replied in a really bad attempt at sounding like the head elf. "Saucy, little elves - almost gave Santa a heart attack."

Jessie passed by me to get something from the island, and cupped my crotch as she passed, "Feels like that's not the only thing we almost gave Santa."

Angie giggled, "Naughty Santa."

Jessie asked, "How does Santa like his French toast - syrup, butter, powdered sugar, strawberries, or...?"

"What kind of syrup?"

"Maple - the real stuff, and heated, of course," Jessie replied.

"Lots of syrup, and lots of butter," I exclaimed.

"A Santa after my own heart," she remarked.

Angie followed with a head nod and a wink, "You fit right in with the family. We all like ours swimming in a pool of hot, maple syrup with a butter slick on top."

We had a great breakfast, and everybody was in high spirits, except Angie was acting a little odd - one minute she'd be joking and cheerful, and the next she'd seem preoccupied. I couldn't figure out what was going on with her, but I eventually let it go.

After breakfast, we settled in front of the tree, "Okay, honey, who goes first?" Jessie asked.

"You decide," I answered.

"No, you're Santa," she reminded me.

"Okay, in that case, I want my 'elves' do the honors, and Santa's going to reserve his gift giving for last."

The girls set about taking turns pulling packages from under the tree and handing them out. They had gifted each other the typical feminine fare - articles of clothing, perfume, bath salts and such; and I received similar gifts of clothing, including dress shirts and ties, and new running garb. Shep and Rocky received new beds, new food and water bowls, and some special, snack treats.

Finally, they pulled the last three gifts from under the tree - three small boxes, and handed one to me, reserving one for each of them.

Jessie explained, "In November, Angie and I got these made to commemorate our special friendship. Go ahead, open yours."

As I unwrapped mine, they unwrapped theirs, revealing three identical jewelry boxes. I opened the lid to mine, and they followed suit. Inside mine was a large, handsome, man's ring. It was heavy, so solid gold, and was not unlike a class ring. It featured a large, oval, yellow topaz in the center flanked by two smaller gemstones - a blue topaz on the left, and a ruby on the right. Jessie was holding a smaller, more feminine ring, with the same type of setting - only with a blue topaz in the middle, flanked by a yellow topaz and a ruby. Angie's was identical except her center stone was a ruby, flanked by yellow and blue topaz. They each slipped theirs on their right, ring fingers, then Jessie took mine and slipped it on my finger.

"These are our birthstones, yellow topaz for you, blue for me, and ruby for Angie - her birthday's in July. And these are a token, a reminder of the special bond we share."

I was deeply touched. I looked from one to the other. Jessie was smiling sweetly. Angie was leaking tears. I started choking up, too. We stood and wrapped each other up.

"For the best man I've ever had in my life," Jessie got out before she started tearing up. Angie was nodding into my shoulder.

We held each other till we settled down. As we sat, Jessie passed out tissues. After we calmed down, she looked at the empty tree, then turned and gave me a questioning look.

"Um, wow... First of all, let me say, this is the most wonderful Christmas I've had since I was a teenager." I couldn't remember a happier Christmas, not since before my mom passed. My ex and I barely celebrated Christmas.

With that, I retrieved two, small, gift-wrapped boxes from my pocket and remarked, "I hope you're not disappointed, but I only got you each one gift," then explained, "Before I give you these, we have to go outside. You'll need something on over those costumes."

They gave me puzzled looks, but went and threw coats on, then I led them out to the front of the garage. I handed them the packages, and said, "Okay, you can open them."

As soon as they had unwrapped them, and were opening the small boxes inside, I hit the garage door remote. As the door came up, they opened their boxes to discover a black fob in each one.

Angie immediately burst into tears. Jessie just stood there with her mouth agape, looking from the garage to me and shaking her head in disbelief.

"I hope you like the color. I couldn't ask without ruining the surprise. And I know they're identical, but you two are almost identical, so..."

Angie was on my right side, an arm around my waist, and patting my chest. She was sobbing and shaking.

Jessie wrapped me up from the other side, "Honey, I thought we had done something really special, but... I'll be damned if you didn't outdo us. You are too much, baby."

"They are a 'little' different. Your names are on small plaques on the dash of each car. Yours is on the right, Jessie."

As I had arranged, the two, identical, Soul Red, Mazda Miata convertibles were parked facing us, with a big, white bow on each of the hoods.

"Well, you like?" I asked.

Angie answered by crushing me in a vice of a hug. Jessie leaned up and kissed my cheek, "Baby, this was so thoughtful, so amazing. You remembered that Angie lost her Miata. And yes, I love it. I was jealous of hers. But how did you manage this. I was in that damned garage, yesterday."

"I had Miguel and a couple of the guys do it when we went to your parents, last night. Don't worry, I compensated them for taking time on Christmas Eve. But they were happy to do it."

"After this, I need a drink, honey. I still can't believe..." she stopped and turned my face towards her, then kissed me, sweetly, warmly.

We made our way to the kitchen and got out the champagne we had chilling. We decided to sit on the veranda, so the girls put their coats back on, I slipped on a jacket, and turned on the overhead heaters. It was after twelve and the sun was out, but it was chilly - hovering around 50. (Yeah, I know, you folks from up north will be rolling your eyes. But for us, that's chilly.) As we sat and enjoyed our champagne, we talked about the recent parties, dinner at their folks, and our amazing Christmas, so far.

Jessie informed me, "Christmas isn't over. We have one last gift for you, and it wouldn't fit under the tree, either," she finished with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"Really? It's already been a great day. I can't imagine anything making it a better Christmas."

"Maybe you just don't have a sufficient imagination," she playfully remarked.

"I don't know," I countered, "I have a pretty good imagination... Although, I have to admit, the elf costumes were quite a surprise; not sure how you can top that." I sat there a second, trying to think of what wouldn't fit under the tree. I joked, "You're not going to have a stripper pop out a cake, are you?"

She and Angie shared a look and laughed, then Jessie answered, "Sorry, baby, no cake," then quickly followed with, "Hey, I want to make a toast," and lifting her glass, declared, "To my two best friends - the most wonderful man I've ever known, and the best sister a girl could ever have!"

Angie followed, "To my dearest friend - my amazing, wonderful sister, and to you, Connor. Besides, Jessie, you are the best friend I've ever had, and greatest guy I've ever known."

I was choked up, but managed to get mine out, "To the two most beautiful, most amazing and wonderful women a man could possibly have in his life."

After we finished off our champagne, we went inside. Jessie wanted a hot drink to warm up with. I made lattes while she and Angie set us up in the living room, putting on some Christmas music, and bringing out a charcuterie board we had prepared - cheeses, deli meats, specialty breads, fruit, and chilled shrimp cocktails. (For Christmas Day, we had decided not to make a big dinner and just have hors d'oeuvres and such throughout the day.)

We listened to music while we snacked and relaxed. Jessup and Beckie called to share Christmas wishes and see how our celebration was going. Beckie was busting to tell us Jessup had surprised her with a new, Audi SQ5 SUV. We all shared a look and a smile, but didn't tell them about the Miatas.

III. THE LAST 'CHRISTMAS GIFT'

After we got off the phone, Jessie switched from Christmas music and fed a couple soft blues cd's into the player and selected random play. She wanted to dance. She pulled me up and we danced through two songs. Then she beckoned to Angie, passed me to her, and headed upstairs.

"Be back shortly, potty break," she explained.

Angie and I danced in silence. As she pressed against me, I felt her soft, mounded breasts mashed against my chest. I'd already gotten a little aroused from having Jessie painted to me, and in spite of my efforts to the contrary, I continued to get aroused by Angie.

She tilted her head up and gently spoke into my ear, "You've been the best, Connor - so patient, understanding, forgiving. I... um... well, thank you."

I nodded and replied, "My pleasure," and hugged her closer.

I knew this wasn't the best way for us to be with each other, but what the heck, it was Christmas. Jessie was gone longer than I expected, and I was starting to wonder, but honestly, I had gotten a little lost in my dance with Angie.

When she finally came down, Jessie explained, "Sorry, took me a while. I had to wrestle out of this damned bodystocking so I could go, and I had to fix my makeup - can't have weepy-looking elves!" she grinned.

Angie separated from me, "My turn."

As Angie headed upstairs, I looked at Jessie. I had to admit the bodystocking-clad sisters were having an effect on me. Though the material was not sheer, not see-thru, I could tell they had nothing on underneath. There were no bra or panty lines, and the dark shadows of their areolae were evident, along with their nipples pushing against the thin fabric.

"So, are you girls staying in costume for the rest of the day?"

"Not the 'whole' day," she replied a bit cryptically.

"I guess I need to take a bathroom break, too," I said, and excused myself.

When I returned, Jessie was changing disks in the player, but didn't push the new disk in.

"Honey, why don't you make us some mimosas."

"Sure, doll."

As I headed to the kitchen, Jessie went to the hall closet.

I made three, tall mimosas, and returned to the living room. Jessie had closed all the drapes, distributed votive candles around and lit them, and turned off all the lights except for one overhead spot, which she had dimmed. She had moved the coffee table against the divan, creating an open floor space under a recessed, can light. As I walked in, she asked me to help her move a recliner. I set the drinks on the coffee table, and helped her position the recliner in front of the open floor space, then she positioned an end table next to the recliner.

"We'll be down in a jiffy. Make yourself comfortable," she said, indicating the recliner.

I nodded, retrieved a drink, and sat. Shortly, Jessie and Angie came down carrying blankets and stuff. When they got to the living room, they dropped the blankets on the floor in the open area. Angie set a small appliance, a bottle and some hand towels on an end table, which she moved to the opposite end of the room from where I was sitting, then went to the kitchen. When she returned, she poured some water in the appliance, set the bottle in it, and pressed a button. I then realized it was some kind of warmer. Next, she and Jessie spread out the blankets and topped them with a sheet. Then Jessie pushed the disk into the player, grabbed their drinks, and the two of them walked to the center of the blankets and faced me. As they stood under the soft glow of the overhead spot, they both began to rhythmically sway to a soundtrack of soft, melodic music that had a kind of sensual beat - not Ravel's Bolero, but in the same vein.

"Okay, honey, this is your final Christmas present. Put your feet up, relax and enjoy, and don't ask any questions... um, don't say anything, just enjoy."

I shrugged, nodded, and ran the footrest up on the recliner. They continued to sway to the music as they drank their mimosas. When finished, Jessie set the glasses down, and returned to stand under the light with Angie. They faced each other, standing about three feet apart, and continued swaying to the music, gradually increasing their movements. With Jessie leading, they started running their hands over themselves - over their shoulders, down their sides, then across their breasts and down their stomachs. Angie was following Jessie's movements, almost in perfect synch with her. It was all a little erotic.

It got more erotic. With Angie mirroring her movements, Jessie started by discarding her elf hat, unpinning her hair and shaking it out. Then they slowly peeled there leotards down, striptease fashion, gradually exposing their breasts, then continuing down to their hips, and slowly, teasingly, exposed their vulvas, peeling the costumes the rest of the way down. I was quite surprised by Angie's nudity, but my discomfort with it didn't dissuade me from getting aroused. When they reached their feet, they took turns helping each other remove the leotards and tossed them aside. Once they were naked, they again faced each other and resumed their erotic dance.

They continued running their hands over their naked bodies; only now, they began tweaking their nipples, running their fingers through their crotches, and generally doing the most seductive, erotic dance I'd ever seen. I've been to a few strip clubs but had never seen anything more titillating or sexually provocative.

Next, they turned in my direction and beckoned for me to stand. I ran my footrest down and stood as they came up to me. Jessie dropped to her knees and started undoing my pants while Angie began unbuttoning my shirt. They stripped me down to my boxers, then Jessie stood and directed me to remove my boxers and lie face down on the sheet.

"Really?" I questioned.

Jessie gave me a look, "Hey, you already showed Angie your dick. Besides, we're going to cover you with a towel."

I removed my boxers and lay down. Jessie knelt down on my left side and laid a folded towel across my buttocks. Angie retrieved the bottle from the warmer and got on my right side. I felt warm oil on my shoulders and upper back, and they both began to massage the oil in. They continued to massage me, drizzling warm oil as they went, working down my legs to my feet. Then they retrieved a couple towels and wiped me down. Next, Jessie directed me to turn over, and as I did, she repositioned a towel across my groin. They started at my shoulders again, massaging my front from my neck to my feet. Then they toweled me off again. After wiping their hands, Jessie produced a sleeping mask, and covered my eyes.

"Don't remove that," she stated.

Then I felt 'someone' straddle my stomach, and felt someone else remove the towel from my groin and grasp my penis. As that person began fellating me, I was certain it was Jessie, and confirmed that when I felt Angie's big, soft breasts mash into my chest as she leaned down and engulfed my mouth and began soul kissing me. Although we had kissed like this before, when we were stoned, I hadn't been able to appreciate how different it was to kiss her. While it was similar to kissing Jessie, it was different - slightly different lips, different tongue, different technique. It was all deliciously different.

I was overwhelmed by all the stimulation - the warm, sensuous kiss; the feel of Angie's breasts mashed into my chest; the heat from her body; and Jessie's mouth engulfing my cockhead, sucking it, loving it, as she stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

At this juncture, I must point out - while I was immensely entertained and flat turned on by what they were doing, I was simultaneously disturbed and upset. Angie's nudity was disconcerting enough, but what she was doing now... I didn't understand it; but I was helpless to do anything but surrender to this intimate, erotic treatment.

I don't know how long this continued, but at some point, Jessie released my cock, and Angie sat up and got off of me. I was momentarily left in a flux, and disappointed, but only momentarily.

Then the whole treatment began again. This time I felt Jessie's firm mounds press into me as she flattened her long torso on me. I nervously assumed that meant Angie was going to fellate me, and I wasn't wrong. In the next moment, I felt her attack my cock. Her warm mouth engulfed my cockhead and her hand grasped my shaft. Jessie felt me flinch.

She explained, "I got tired." Then, she lowered her lips to mine and engaged me in a familiar, passionate kiss, snaking her long tongue between my lips.

Angie began fellating me in a most delightful way - at first sucking and tonguing my cockhead while slowly jacking my shaft with both hands. Then she removed one hand, and began taking my cock to the back of her throat, following her mouth with her hand, fucking my cock. It was stimulating to say the least. After a bit, I felt her push hard, then gag.

Jessie broke from kissing me, "Told you so," she said to Angie, then to me, "Angie has deep-throated guys. I told her your head was too damned big."

"Fuck you," Angie snapped playfully, then returned to performing fellatio.

Next, I felt her other hand between my legs. She forced them apart, then worked a wet finger into my ass. As Jessie returned to kissing me, I grunted.

She lifted up, "Finger in your ass?"

I groaned as Angie shoved another in, "Ungh, two."

As Jessie kissed me, Angie continued performing amazing fellatio. She worked me vigorously, sucking and jacking me tenaciously while working her fingers in my ass. With all the stimulation, I felt myself approaching a climax. I grabbed Jessie's ass and started lifting my hips, reflexively trying to hump into Angie's mouth.

Jessie lifted up, "He's close, sis," she alerted Angie, then urged, "Come on, baby, fill my sister's mouth. Shoot your cum in her."

My body started shaking, my scrotum tightened, and I felt the cum boiling up in my balls.

Jessie returned to aggressively attacking my mouth. When she felt my body start to shake, she lifted and growled, "Yeah, come on baby, fill her fucking mouth! She wants..."

"Oh fuck! Cumming," I grunted.

Angie stopped bobbing her head, slipped her lips up just past the base of my cockhead and began jacking me furiously, bringing her fist up and forcefully hitting the underside of my glans. She continued to suck on my cockhead, and I exploded, hips shaking. The semen shot out of me, and Angie kept sucking and jacking till I dropped my hips and my body went limp. She stopped jacking and quit sucking, but began gently moving her mouth up and down my cockhead, very lightly caressing it, loving it with her tongue and lips. I felt Jessie climb off me, then she removed the mask. After briefly making eye contact with her, I looked down. At that moment, Angie removed her mouth from my spent cock, removed her fingers from my ass and sat up. She made eye contact with me and gave a small smile.

Then she looked at Jessie, "You're right. He's difficult to get off."

I realized she hadn't dribbled any cum when she released my cock, or when she spoke. Oh my! I've had women take my cum in their mouth, but never had any swallow. I had come to the conclusion that 'swallowing' was a myth. Not so!

They helped me get to my feet, then Jessie told me to get a shower while they cleaned up.

I nodded and silently headed upstairs. I started to say, "Thank you," but that seemed wholly inadequate. I took a long, hot shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Jessie was coming into the bedroom. She was naked and her hair was damp. She'd obviously showered, and was now grabbing a sleeping shirt and panties.

"Hey, baby, how are you feeling?" she asked warmly.

"Good, I'm good... great. I mean that was quite a surprise... in more ways than one."

After I slipped on shorts and a t-shirt, she hugged me, "I hope it was a 'good' surprise."

"Oh, yes, just, um... kind of surprised by Angie's participation, her 'naked' participation, and the, um, extremely intimate 'interaction'..."

"Mm hmm," she nodded, "We're going to talk about that. Why don't you join us downstairs for some coffee cake."

"Sounds good."

She hooked my arm, and we headed down. I made coffee while Jessie got out the coffee cake and set the table. Angie showed up, also freshly showered and wearing a sleeping shirt. She was quiet and seemed a little preoccupied.

We sat and enjoyed our snack in silence. After we finished our cake, Jessie and Angie got up and cleared the table, then brought back glasses of ice water.

After they were seated, Jessie quietly started, "Honey, I know you're wondering about the Christmas surprise, and well, Angie and I have something to share with you... Okay, I'm just going to get into it. And I'm going to ask you to listen to everything I have to say, to let me finish. Then we'll talk about it."

I looked at her questioningly but nodded. I looked at Angie. She was fidgeting with her water glass, not looking up.

Well crap! Now what?

IV. TROUBLE IN PARADISE - THE SEQUEL

"Okay, Angie has been struggling with something, something she hadn't shared with either of us, until a couple weeks ago. A few days after the hot tub party, I had taken a day off from working at job sites to deal with some vendors and such. I got done early and decided to come home for the rest of the day. Angie's car was in the drive, but she was nowhere around, then I discovered her bedroom door was closed and I knocked. She said she'd be out in a minute. I went to our bedroom and changed. When I came out, her door was still closed. I knocked to see if she was still in there. She came to the door, stepped out and quickly closed it, but not before I saw a suitcase on her bed. I asked if she was going somewhere, and she revealed she was leaving; that she had found a small apartment she could afford."

I looked from Jessie to Angie. I was surprised, shocked, and it showed on my face.

Jessie continued, "Yeah, I know, right? Anyway, when I asked why she had decided to do that, especially after the plan we were working on together, she insisted she didn't want to get into it. She said that it was just time for her to get her own place, and that it was best. I called bullshit, and demanded she tell me what was going on. She refused, went back into her room, grabbed her suitcase, and tried to leave. I, um, was forceful, and stopped her. We had the first fight I can remember since we were teenagers.

Long story short, she finally opened up. She told me she could no longer stay here because of how she felt about you. No, just listen. She said she could no longer deal with her 'inappropriate' feelings for you, that she had 'very strong' feelings, desires, beyond what she could deal with, and that she was giving up her job with you."

"What?! No..." I looked at Angie. She was still looking down, tears now dripping off her cheeks.

Jessie acknowledged my shock, "Mm hmm." She reached and covered Angie's hand, then continued, "Anyway, she told me she had tried not to, but no matter how she tried to distract herself, with work and occupying her time with different activities, she couldn't get past her feelings and her desire 'to be with you'. I was adamant that her leaving was not the answer, and giving up her job was out of the question; especially considering all the progress she had made. I insisted that after all we had invested in helping her achieve her goals, that we were weren't going to stand by and allow her to throw that away.

Like I said, we fought... we had a knockdown, drag out. And I refused to allow her to leave. I demanded that she allow us time to work something out. She finally acquiesced. She agreed to continue working for you, and continuing with her day to day routine while we worked on this. So, over the past couple weeks, we have talked, disagreed, butted heads, cried, but always continued to try and resolve this... issue."

I nodded my agreement, "Of course, absolutely. I can't believe..."

"Yes, I know. Just listen," Jessie smiled and squeezed my hand. "Anyway, I gave a lot of thought to it, trying to figure out what we could do. I racked my brain, but nothing I came up with seemed like an answer... Finally, I hit on a 'unique', um, unorthodox solution, but one that I believe can solve this 'dilemma'. Angie has her doubts, and thinks I'm nuts; but she has agreed to let me present it to you, and if you agree, we'll try my idea, my solution."

I said, "Okay. I'm all ears."

"Baby, your ears aren't that big," she joked.

I laughed, and Angie even cracked a smile, then refocused on her glass.

Jessie took a sip of water, looked from me to Angie, then fixed me with her eyes and grasped my hands, "I love Angie and want what's best for her, and I know you do, too. And for her to achieve her goals of repaying us, restoring her credit, and being able to get a place of her own, she needs to stay here and to continue to work for you."

"Absolutely," I agreed.

"Right. But she insists she can't do that with the way things are right now - with how she feels, and I understand and appreciate that. I can put myself in her shoes, and I agree; it would be impossible for me, too. So, something has to change, which brings us to my solution, my proposal. Now, keep in mind everything I've said, and remember, let me explain everything, let me finish before you decide or pass judgement on my proposal. Okay?"

"Will do. I promise," I answered, but was now concerned about what was coming.

"Okay. Today's 'Christmas gift' for you, besides hopefully being a unique and fun gift, was also an exercise for me... to see how I handled intimacy between you and Angie with me present. I did that to see if I handled it the way I thought I could. And I did, or we wouldn't be having this discussion. So, here's the deal... After giving this serious thought, I realized the solution that would resolve Angie's problem with you, with her 'inappropriate' feelings for you, was to remove the inappropriateness."

She saw my confusion. "Just listen. With my consent and complete support, you will include Angie in your life in every way, like you do me... including in an intimate way..."

"What?!"

"Let me finish..."

"No, wait a minute; 'in an intimate way' - you mean, have 'sexual relations' with your sister? That's what you're suggesting."

"Well, yes, but let me finish..."

"Jessie, I can't believe you'd suggest that... I mean, I was flabbergasted by what you did today, but that was one thing; what you're talking about now is a whole other..."

"Slow down, honey. Please let me finish..."

"No. That can't be your 'solution'!" I exclaimed, incredulous. "Sex with your 'sister'? Jessie, I'm not fucking..."

Angie bolted from her chair, getting up so fast she knocked it over, and bounded up the stairs.

Well, shit!

Jessie snapped, "Damn it, Connor! Damn you! Couldn't you just let me..." Then, shaking her head, lips pulled tight, she sharply exclaimed, "I really didn't think you would react like this, so... dramatically." Before I could speak, she continued, "No, I know. It's pretty radical sounding, but you didn't let me finish!" she fumed. Then, sounding exasperated, she added, "But that will have to wait. I need to go check on Angie..."

"No, I'll do that. I know how I must have sounded to her, and I didn't mean it that way. Look, Jessie, I'm sorry I blew up. But you really... I mean, I can't believe you thought... never mind. We'll deal with that later," I replied harshly, not hiding my own upset.

As I stood to head upstairs, I had a thought, "Would you make us something to drink?"

"Of course, my love," she replied in a soft, conciliatory voice, touching my arm as I left. She was so upset she was shaking.

I felt like shit. I was sick to my stomach - physically nauseous. As I headed up the stairs, I realized Jessie and I had never had a cross word between us - until now. And I couldn't stand it. I hadn't been this upset since fighting with my ex. But I couldn't see how this was going to turn out all hunky dory. It felt like a 'damned if I do, damned if I don't' situation.

When I got to Angie's room, I softly knocked. Angie immediately snapped, "Go away, Jessie! I don't want to talk you! Leave me alone!"

"Angie, it's me. And I have to talk to you. Please?"

Angie came to the door, but didn't open it, "Connor, there's nothing to talk about. Jessie was wrong - wrong about you, wrong about everything..."

I opened the door. Angie was standing there, tears streaming down her face. She was startled, not expecting me to open the door uninvited. She flinched and stepped back. I reached for her, and she drew back. I reached and forcefully pulled her to me and wrapped her up. At first, she stiffened and tried to pull away, but then collapsed into me and broke down sobbing. I held her tightly until she calmed down enough that I could talk to her.

"Angie, honey, I don't know what to think about what Jessie proposed. I just know it caught me completely by surprise. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to make sure you understand why I reacted the way I did; why I rejected her proposal, so... forcefully."

She had her face buried in my chest, and I gently but firmly tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at me, "Angie, it was absolutely not because of how I feel about you. It was because of how I feel about Jessie. I think the world of you; and make no mistake, I think you are one of the most beautiful, desirable women I have ever known. But here's the thing: I couldn't imagine doing anything that would jeopardize what I have with Jessie and cause me to lose her. I couldn't survive that.

Now, I don't know what we do about this situation, but I know I don't want you to leave, not now, not under these circumstances. So, I'm going to ask you to come back downstairs with me. I cut Jessie off without letting her finish. I'm going to hear her out, then we'll see what we see. But whatever we do, we need to see this through, together. I'm with Jessie on this. Running away is not the answer, okay?"

She looked at me. Her nose was running, her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face, She nodded and hugged me tightly. After a long moment, she released me. I put my arm around her and led us downstairs.

Jessie was sitting at the table and had Long Islands in tall tumblers sitting on the table. She looked at us as we entered, and I saw an expression of relief when she realized Angie had returned with me.

I guided Angie to a seat, putting me between her and Jessie. Not sure why; just felt it was right.

I laid a hand on Jessie's shoulder, "I'm sorry about... earlier. Thank you for making the drinks. I know I needed one."

As I sat, Angie reached for a handful of napkins and began blowing her nose and wiping her face and eyes. When she finished, I patted her hand and gestured at the drink in front of her. She nodded, reached for the glass, and weakly smiled.

As I sat, Jessie took my hand from her shoulder, kissed it and squeezed it, then held it in her lap.

I returned us to the subject at hand, "Honey, I am so very sorry I blew up at you. I'm sick about it. And I promise, I'll hear you out, without interrupting. I know you have given this a lot of thought, and must have your reasons for what you suggested. For my part, as I explained to Angie, I got upset, not because of how I feel about Angie, but because of how I feel about you and anything that would jeopardize what we have."

"Yes, I know, doll. I realize that, now. And I didn't think about that like I should have; didn't give it as much consideration as I should have. But I think what I have to say will help with that."

She took a drink, then started, "Okay, I'll see if I can get this on track - get back to what I was trying to say... Mmm, yes, okay. First of all, I wasn't totally surprised when Angie told me how she felt about you. But I was surprised at how things had... progressed. I thought with the changes we made, that she had moved on. I was wrong. Angie hadn't moved on, she had just learned to do a better job of hiding her true feelings. Which brings us to now. As we've agreed, leaving and quitting her job is not the answer. So, I started thinking about how to make that 'not happen'. But I couldn't come up with anything that sounded remotely like a solution.

I couldn't 'make' Angie stop having 'inappropriate' feelings for you. I couldn't make you stop being you, stop being such a sweet, loving, desirable hunk," she lightly joked. "So, I was at a loss. But that's when I realized what I might could do, which I touched on before - remove the inappropriateness.

Now, stick with me here. This is important. If you ever cheated on me, it would destroy me, and I would probably have to cut your dick off. I am very jealous of what we have. I've never had this before, and don't want to lose it, especially not over you fucking someone else. At the same time, I 'knew' you would never cheat on me. Hell, if you were ever going to, you would have already done it with my sister. You had every opportunity to bed the most beautiful, desirable woman I know... well, besides me," she added playfully. But I nodded my agreement, and squeezed her hand.

"But you resisted her at every turn. Anyway, as I debated this, I began to realize 'trust' was not an issue in this. You've proven yourself, and so has Angie. She proved that by deciding to leave, to give up everything she had worked so hard for, to keep from hurting me or you, to keep from jeopardizing our relationship. So, that told me that she was not a threat to me, that she would never try to 'steal you' from me."

She took a drink of her iced tea and continued, "That simplified things for me. I realized this all boiled down to me being comfortable with allowing Angie to have access to you, and to show her feelings for you; to be comforted by you; for you two to be loving with one another... and yes, that meant being intimate - fucking, as you put it. And trust me, I thought long and hard about that. And that's when I remembered something."

She took another long drink of her iced tea. "Remember the night we got stoned, and I told you to kiss my sister? And the two of you proceeded to kiss passionately, your naked bodies mashed together?"

I nodded, "Yes, I remember very well. I wasn't 'that' stoned!" I joked.

Jessie smiled, "Right. Well, I remembered when you started kissing like that, I flashed hot with jealousy, but at the same time, I had another reaction, unexpected, but an apparently natural, um, primal response on my part - I got aroused. It turned me on to see you two like that - naked, kissing, pressed together, turning each other on. I didn't understand that. I still don't, not completely. And I knew it could have just been the pot, but I suspected there was more to it than that, which was a big part of the reason for our 'Christmas gift' to you. I wanted to see how I reacted to my sister being intimate with you while I wasn't loaded, but I didn't want you to know that was what I was doing; because, like I said, if it had turned out to be a problem for me, we wouldn't be talking, now. Well, successful test. It wasn't a problem for me - at all. I had the same reaction. Not only did I enjoy our sharing of you and sexually pleasuring you, it flat turned me on!

Now, if we proceed, I can't guarantee that how I feel now is how I'll feel later, but I'm willing to try; and if it becomes a problem for me, or for any of us, we stop, and we'll have to find another way; though I don't know what... But no matter what we do, I believe we have to remain committed to each other, stand by each other, and work through this. I know there are risks, but I believe our love and respect for each other, our devotion to each other, can weather whatever comes. I believe that to my very core. That's why I think we should try this... that it is imperative that we do," she finished, then sat back and took a long swallow of her drink, finishing it.

V. COMING TO TERMS

I didn't know what to say, what to think. The way she explained everything, it all sounded logical, even sensible if you suspended reality a bit. I finally found my voice, "I wish I'd let you finish before I blew up... Again, so sorry."

Jessie shook her head and squeezed my hand.

I continued, "But honestly, I don't know what to think... Um, I need some time to consider everything you said. I understand where you are coming from now, and how you could get there... I, I don't know... Look, my thoughts, my emotions are all over the place. I can't get a handle on anything. It's like herding cats."

I downed the last of my drink, then admitted, "I want to say I agree that this could work. It would be easy for me to say 'yes', knowing I would have permission to sleep with Angie, but..."

Jessie interrupted, "See, that's what I'm talking about. How many guys out there would hesitate at this point? You are not any other guy. You're the guy who is devoted enough to me to refuse to sleep with my beautiful, desirable sister, even when I give you permission... no, even when I request... insist that you do so."

Angie was streaming tears. I reached and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Jessie lovingly patted my arm. We sat like that for a bit, then I said something - it just came out.

"Boy, I could use some of that weed, right now."

Jessie and Angie both immediately reacted, looking at me with obvious surprise. I was just as surprised as they were.

I stuttered, "Um, I mean, this has been ultra-stressful and, um..."

"No," Jessie quickly interjected, "you're absolutely right. It's been too stressful, and we could all do with a bit of mellowing out."

"Um, yeah, okay... but just a little. I don't want to get wasted like we did..."

"No, no. We won't do that," she quickly assured me.

"Okay, well, let's get some warm duds on; it's pretty cool out, and I really don't want that smell in the house."

Jessie quickly suggested, "No, I agree, but how about this: Why don't you fire up the hot tub and turn the heaters on; and let's relax in some hot, bubbly water while we take the edge off?"

"Mm hmm, sounds good to me," Angie replied in a small voice, looking at me.

"Perfect," I smiled, "I'll crank everything up."

Jessie added, "Thanks hon. Um, I'm going to make mimosas. Sis, could you go grab towels and our 'hot tub' swimwear?"

Angie smiled, "Sure, sis."

I went outside. The sun had set and it was getting cold, probably in the low forties, but it was calm, no wind. I got everything ready, dimmed the lights in the hot tub to their lowest setting, and left only one veranda light on with it dimmed. I went inside to go change. I didn't see the girls, and headed upstairs.

When I came down, I looked out back. They were already outside setting up a tv tray with the drinks and the pot. I stepped out and paused a moment to take in the surreal scene. The girls were wearing their thong bikinis and had their hair pinned up. They looked stunning. And behind them, in the cold, still air, thick steam was lazily drifting up from the hot, churning water.

Jessie saw me, "Hey, babe, we're all set. You going to join us or just stare at our asses?" she playfully kidded.

I responded, "Tough decision," but headed to the hot tub. As soon as we were settled in the steamy, bubbling water, Angie passed drinks to us, then grabbed a hand towel, dried her hands and passed the towel. Next she lit up a joint and handed it to me.

As we passed the joint back and forth, I took my first hit and a few subsequent ones without taking the smoke directly into my lungs. I wasn't in a hurry to get loaded, and didn't want to cough up a lung. As we smoked and drank, I relaxed and some of the fog in my head cleared, and I had a revelation of sorts. I shared it with the girls.

"You know, I realized one of the reasons I reacted to your proposal the way I did, why I couldn't accept it. If this situation was reversed, you know, if we were talking about me sharing you with another man, there is no circumstance, or set of circumstances, and no guy, no matter who he might be, that I would be okay sharing you with. I mean, another man's dick in your holiest of holies... not a happenin' thing."

Jessie looked at me, eyes wide, and abruptly sat up. She excitedly nodded and gestured, "Oh my gosh! Right, right! I get it! I didn't think about it like that. Oh, baby, thank you!" She patted my shoulder and grinned, "That's why you get the big bucks... Look, we are different, men and women; I mean, in every way - physically, mentally, emotionally. We're just wired differently. I can't really explain it, but now I see how all that impacted this; how you and I thought about this so differently, why you reacted the way you did. As a guy, you think about another man's dick in your woman's pussy, and whether she'll like his cock more than yours. As a woman, I'm worried that you'll love the other woman more than me... so, from the get-go, emotionally, we were coming at this from completely different places... Mmm, that's good. That's good, honey," she repeated, happy with that revelation.

After her explanation, I felt better, too. Maybe it was just the pot, or, I had a sneaking suspicion, it was just a convenient rationalization. Regardless, it was a good one. I could better understand where Jessie was coming from, which made it easier for me to accept and believe that she really was okay with the idea of sharing me with her sister. But still, I wondered, "How will she feel if and when we actually put this plan into action? And how will I feel. Could I even handle it?"

And that was the last serious, semi-coherent thought I had as the weed started to unwind my gray matter. I could actually see all those wriggly swirls and loops unraveling, like they were all part of one, long, squishy tube. I didn't know whether we were on our second, third, or fourth joint, but I was done, and said so.

"Okay, hon," Jessie laughed, and patted my hand, "we'll call it a night. You feeling better?"

"Yeah, I feel good... just don't want any more of my brain unraveling."

"What?"

"Um, never mind. I'm good, though."

Angie had been quiet, but now she spoke up, "Connor, Jessie, um, I um... wow... I know what I wanted to say... shit..."

"See, her noodle's unraveling, too."

"Hush, honey. What, sis? Take your time. Go ahead..." Jessie coaxed.

"Oh, I remember. I wanted to say how thankful I am... and... I love you guys... so much... and I'm so sorry for... I didn't mean to fall in love with..." her hand flew to her mouth, "Shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud..."

Jessie softly responded, "Yes, I know you are, honey, and that's okay. Let's go to bed. It's been a helluva Christmas."

We made our way upstairs, and as we got to the landing, Jessie took Angie by the hand and led her to our bedroom. I wasn't ready for that and paused in the hallway.

Jessie saw that and turned, "We're just going to go to sleep together. I don't think Angie should be alone, tonight. Come on honey; let's go rinse off."

Jessie led us to the bathroom, got the shower going, and removed her bikini, then beckoned for us to join her. I'm not sure how or why, but as we showered, and I helped the girls wash their hair then bathe, I didn't get an erection - odd. I'm just saying - pot, beautiful naked sisters, washing, rubbing... but I didn't.

After we toweled off, Jessie led us to the bedroom and motioned for Angie to get in first. We were still naked, and Angie, obviously having doubts, looked at Jessie.

"We're fine. It will be fine," Jessie softly assured her, and again directed Angie to the bed, then had me get in next.

We all spooned together, and I was again surprised that I didn't immediately get an erection when I was sandwiched between the sisters' two warm bodies; and I might have if I hadn't passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. In spite of all the excitement, emotions, drama, and upsets of the day, or because of them, I instantly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep - dead to the world.

VI. DAY OF RECKONING

I awakened to an empty bed and the shower running. I took an urgent leak. I heard the water go off, and Jessie stepped out.

"Morning, honey. How are you this morning?" she greeted me as she toweled off.

"I'm good. Slept like the dead... Had a weird dream, though..."

"Oh, really? What did you dream?"

"That I was Mormon, and..."

"Smart ass!" she laughed, and snapped me with her towel, catching me on the leg.

"Ouch, damn it! I may have to punish you for that."

"Mmm, maybe later. I'm hungry. Get your shower. I'm going to check on Angie and get breakfast started."

She kissed me and finished toweling off. I immersed myself in a long, hot shower, and revisited the events of the previous night. I was calmer this morning and was able to look at things with less emotion, less upset. I was beginning to see that the whole 'sharing me with the sister' thing might be doable - no pun intended... okay, intended. And, yeah, the thought of sleeping with Angie was not repulsive (maximum facetiousness), but also, I was still more than a little worried about consequences.

By the time I got jeans and a shirt on and headed downstairs, the girls were making breakfast. They had bacon and potatoes frying, and Jessie had a bowl of eggs scrambled up, which she poured in a pan when she saw me come in.

They were both wearing sleeping shirts. Guess I overdressed.

"Hey, doll, smells good," I commented as I hugged Jessie from behind. She turned her head, and we exchanged a sweet kiss. I turned to Angie, "Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?" I asked as I stepped behind her and embraced her.

She immediately spun around, a look of surprise on her face, which quickly changed to a smile, "Um, good morning, love. Just fine. How about you?"

"Good, good," I replied, and slipped a hand behind her head, one in the small of her back, and pulled her to me. She melted into me, and we kissed, first warmly, then with some passion. I hadn't planned to do that, just did it, but it felt right.

"Hey, I didn't get that good of a kiss," Jessie sniped.

"Sorry, honey. You're right. Angie, kiss her like you kissed me," I deadpanned.

"No, smartass, I meant..." Jessie started, then stopped, gave me a look, grabbed Angie, and pulled her into an embrace, planting her lips on hers.

"Um, maybe we could skip breakfast," I ventured playfully

Jessie immediately broke from the kiss, "No sir; cool your jets. Breakfast first."

I laughed and pointed at the scrambled eggs she was frying up, "Won't be any breakfast if you don't..."

"Oh, shit!" she yipped, and went back to cooking.

I set the table. She had water heated, and I made hot tea and poured orange juice while they finished getting breakfast ready. We had an enjoyable meal with minimal conversation, just smiles and glances once in a while. The levity that preceded breakfast had since dissipated, replaced by an air of uneasiness. I think we were all pondering what was next, or at least Angie and I were.

I'd made a large pot of tea, and after we had finished eating, we sat there, drinking in silence. I think Jessie sensed the tension and intervened.

"You know, I never cared much for hot tea until I had yours," she commented, smiling and patting my hand.

"Yeah, loose leaf is quite different from the bagged stuff. And I experimented quite a bit before I came up with this particular blend."

Angie, who had been very quiet, spoke up, "Yes, it's delicious."

"Glad you like it."

Jessie looked at Angie, then at me, "I know both of you are feeling... unsettled, nervous. I was too. But here's the thing: We are at a point where we have to do something; we can't continue like this. And we have a direction to go, a solution to try. It may not work... But, so what? What's the worst that can happen? Nobody at this table is going to stop loving anyone else, right?"

"No, never," I solemnly replied.

Angie, leaking tears, shook her head, "No, sis."

Jessie set her cup down, "Okay then. Connor, honey, go get the bedroom ready. We'll join you in a few. Grab some water, and put on some nice music, light some candles, set the mood."

I looked at her for a few seconds, then answered, "Um, sure, okay." My stomach did a flipflop and got all queasy feeling. For better or for worse, we were doing this. Of course, the 'worse' was what concerned me.

I grabbed a couple bottles of water and headed upstairs. I put the waters on the nightstand, then searched for what I thought would be appropriate music, I landed on a cd by the Moody Blues - Days of Future Passed (I wasn't familiar with them, but found this disc in my dad's collection, and took a liking to it). After that, I got some votive candles and put one on each nightstand and two on the dresser. I turned on the torchiere in the corner of the room, dimming it to its lowest setting, then I turned back the covers. When I was done, the girls still hadn't joined me, though I had heard them come upstairs. I undressed, then felt kind of dumb being naked, and put my boxers back on. I was standing there, feeling a little nervous, uncomfortable, and decided to get on the bed. I got in the center and propped up against the headboard and waited.

A couple minutes later, the girls came in. They were wearing matching, long, diaphanous, ivory negligees. They had brushed their hair out, and I detected the lovely scent of their perfume. They were visions of beauty and sensuality. I had been nervous and not feeling at all 'in the mood', but my nervousness evaporated, and I was now feeling more 'engaged' in the moment.

They arrived next to the bed, side by side, facing me. Jessie was smiling, and looked peaceful, comfortable. Angie looked less composed. I made eye contact and gave her a reassuring smile, and she nervously returned my smile. The bodices of their nightgowns were held together with silky string laces, and they began untying them. When they were finished, they looked at each other, Jessie nodded, and they let their negligees slide off their shoulders and fall to the floor. The soft light from the flickering candles cast dancing shadows across their bodies, highlighting their curves, their lovely feminine forms, leaving me entranced, enchanted by their individual beauty.

Jessie got on the bed first, crawling over me and stretching out on her side, facing me. Angie got on the bed next to me and stretched out on her side. In that moment, I was surrounded by beauty, warmth, passion, and love - emanating from the two loveliest women I'd ever laid eyes on. And in that instant, I knew that this was right, that it would work. It was the first moment since all this started, where I actually felt like I could love Angie without infringing on my very deep, very profound love for Jessie.

Jessie commented, "Nice choice in music, honey, perfect."

"Thank you," I answered, but my voice caught in my dry throat. I motioned for a water, and Angie turned back, snagged a bottle, removed the cap and handed it to me. I took a swallow, and passed it around. As Angie put it on the nightstand, I noticed her hand was shaking.

Jessie started, "Okay, baby, scoot down, and lie back. Oh, and lose the boxers."

I pulled my boxers off and scooted down. As soon as I was in position, Jessie rolled against me and began kissing me, first gently, tenderly, then more deeply, more passionately. At the same time, she ran a hand over my body, caressing my chest, then down my stomach to my groin, running her fingers through my pubic hair, gradually working down, grasping my penis, pulling it up onto my stomach, and gently stroking it. She ended the kiss and rolled off me, but kept gently stroking my cock.

Angie rolled her body onto me, mashing a breast into me as she moved to kiss me. But before our lips met, she paused and looked in my eyes. Hers were moist, and I could see the emotions playing on her face - uncertainty, desire, love? My arm was partially trapped by her body, and it was awkward, but I extricated it, worked it around her shoulder, and pulled her to me. She leaned in and our lips met. We kissed tenderly, warmly, then with some passion, but still gently, lovingly. All the while, Jessie continued to stroke my cock, getting me aroused. Ending our kiss, Angie rolled back on her side. When she did, Jessie stopped jacking me.

"Okay, baby," she whispered, "I want you to love my sister's breasts; take your time. Then it will be my turn."

I scooted down a little and propped up on an elbow. As I did, Angie rolled on her back, and I moved over her, taking in the sight of her beautiful breasts in the dim, flickering light. I reached for her left breast and filled my hand. It was the first time I had fondled one of her breasts. It was softer and fuller than Jessie's. I enjoyed the different feel. I leaned down and captured her puffy, left nipple and began sucking and tonguing it while I worked her right nipple with my fingers. She moaned and wrapped her fingers in my hair, pressing me against her. I continued, alternating between breasts while she moaned and continued to press my face more firmly into her. Meanwhile, Jessie was running her hand over my shoulders, back and buttocks.

After a bit, Jessie softly announced, "My turn."

I turned and positioned myself over her and started massaging her firm mounds and tweaking her taut nipples.

"Mm, yes, make love to my little titties," she remarked.

"I love your firm, beautiful breasts, and your pert nipples," I replied as I bent down and grasped her right nipple between my lips and began 'loving' it.

She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me firmly against her.

"Mmm, yes, like that; suck hard... yes..." she moaned.

As I continued working Jessie's firm, plump mounds, alternating between sucking and nibbling on her nipples and rolling and pinching the opposite one between thumb and finger, Angie rolled into me, pressing her body against my back. She wrapped her an arm around me and started running her hand down my stomach, searching out my cock, found it and began stroking it.

Just when I was wondering what was next, Jessie pushed me up, "Oh, damn, baby, this wasn't what I had planned next, but I can't wait; my pussy, now, make love to my pussy, baby!" she urged.

As I began to change position, Jessie said, "Sorry, sis. I couldn't wait."

I was moving between Jessie's legs when she stopped me, "No, our usual - end of the bed."

I grabbed a pillow, quickly got off the bed and in position. As Jessie scooted down, I grabbed her ankles, and swiftly pulled her into position. She giggled, and planted her feet on my shoulders.

I aggressively attacked her sex, and she hissed, "Oh fuck, yesss!" Then, after only a minute, she urged Angie, "Sis, my titties; play with them!"

Angie moved over beside Jessie, who quickly directed, "No, sis, get behind me."

Angie moved around and positioned her knees on each side of Jessie's head, then reached for her breasts and began fondling them and working her taut nipples. I continued to work Jessie's vagina, increasing suction, and tonguing her clit more aggressively. Her hips started jinking with little spasms, and she grunted, "Finger in my ass!"

I quickly wet a middle finger, worked it into her anus, then began jacking it as I went back to aggressively sucking and licking her sex. She clenched her ass cheeks as her anus clamped down on my finger. She curled her body forward, and grunted, "Scoot up, sis, support me."

Angie scooted up, cradling Jessie's head against her stomach, shoulders propped on her thighs. I looked up. Angie's breasts were lightly resting on each side of Jessie's head. I found that titillating - yeah, pun intended.

Jessie started trembling, "Oh fuck, close... Sis, pinch my nipples... harder... ungh, yeah."

Angie complied as I continued to vigorously work Jessie's clit. Within seconds, her body began shaking.

"Oh-oh-oh-cumming! Ungh, ungh, oh, oh, oh... AGHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she climaxed.

I immediately stopped working her clit and jacking her.

"Oh, damn, whew! Wonderful!" she exclaimed, then softly cooed, "Mmmm, thank you, honey. Thank you, sis." She removed her feet from my shoulders and dropped her legs.

"My pleasure, baby," I replied, and stood up to stretch my legs. I walked around the bed to the nightstand, grabbed the open bottle of water and took a couple big swallows, then announced I needed a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up and take a leak.

Jessie replied, "Good idea. I'm right behind ya." Then she asked Angie, "Sis?"

"No, I'm fine."

As I headed to the bathroom, I heard Jessie ask her sister, "Are you okay, hon? I mean with what we've done so far?"

"Oh, yes. It's been wonderful. It's just that, um... I'm a little nervous, you know, about what's next."

"Okay, gotcha. I gotta pee, and clean Connor's slobbers off of me..."

Angie laughed, and I called out from the bathroom, "I heard that!"

"We'll talk when I get back," Jessie finished, and joined me in the bathroom.

As she sat on the toilet, she whispered to me, "Words of encouragement."

I nodded and went to join Angie. She was sitting on the end of the bed, and I sat down beside her.

"Angie, I know you're nervous, and I was. But I want to make love to you and have decided the rest is up to Jessie. She is confident about this. And honestly, I am now, too," I softly assured her, then turned and embraced her, pulling her into a gentle but passionate kiss.

As we kissed, I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She started stroking it and fondling the head. I ran my hand over her breasts, gently massaging her soft, full mounds, and fondling her nipples. Then I released her, got off the bed and positioned myself between her legs which were hanging over the end of the bed. She automatically lifted them and placed her feet on my shoulders. I looked between her smooth, tanned thighs, at her bald vulva. It was nothing like her sister's. Her smooth, hairless pubic mound was slightly pronounced, and her outer labia were more evident than Jessie's, but not prominent, not fleshy.

(Side note: After Jessie did the quick shave for the hot tub party, she started grooming regularly, shaping her mound into a neat but still full V, and shaving her labia, keeping them free of hair, so I was able to confirm how diminutive and slim her outer labia are.)

Angie's slit was more elongated, though not dramatically, and her lips were longer and fuller, but still slender and smooth, not wrinkled, and her vagina was obviously not as diminutive. I leaned forward and engaged her smooth labia, flattening my tongue and licking up and down, gradually engaging her pucker, licking and poking it with the tip of my tongue. She responded positively, and I continued, licking and probing each orifice, pushing my tongue in as far as I could. She was nodding, and running her hands through my hair, lightly pressing my face into her sex as she started to twitch and moan.

Jessie had quietly returned and carefully got on the bed. She'd brought a damp washcloth and laid it on the nightstand. She positioned herself behind her sister's head, knees on each side of her, then scooted up, cradling Angie like her sister had done with her. She began fondling her breasts and working her nipples.

"Nice tits, sis - big and soft... this is kind of fun," Jessie playfully remarked.

As I worked Angie's sex, I began to focus more on her clit while I worked a finger into her vagina, moistening it. Then I removed it, worked it into her anus, and slipped my thumb in her vagina. She moaned and nodded as I continued, gradually applying suction to her clit, and more aggressively tonguing it. I began stroking both orifices, and she nodded and shook slightly, as her butt cheeks clenched and her hips jinked. I then locked my lips around her clit and went to work on it in earnest. She immediately responded, pressing harder on the back of my head, and thrusting up with her pelvis.

"Mmm, oh, oh, yesss," she cooed.

She wasn't as vocal as Jessie, but was responding physically, body twitching, anus and vagina contracting around my fingers. In response, I increased my suction and tonguing action, and jacking my fingers more rapidly.

"Oh gosh... oh, oh... ungh, uh huh... mmm... my ass, another finger..."

I worked another finger in her ass, as I vigorously sucked and worked her clit. Her stomach muscles knotted up and her face and chest flushed as she approached her climax. She was now forcibly pressing my face into her sex as I attacked her clit and jacked my fingers even faster. Her hips went nuts, and I pressed on her bald mound to keep some control.

"Un, un... almost there... another finger," she grunted, and I wedged another finger in her ass, stretching it.

"Aghh, yes, ah, ah... Oh, oh, oh... oh shit! UH, UH, UH, AHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she climaxed, vagina and anus spasming, clamping down on my fingers as she powered through her orgasm, body shaking.

I stopped jacking my fingers and released her clit. Her hips jinked a few more times, then her feet slid off my shoulders and she dropped her legs to the bed. She released my head, and I sat up and slowly removed my fingers.

"Oh, gosh... that was... ungh, damn!" she exclaimed as she spasmed again.

After Angie climaxed, Jessie, scooted from under her, and moved off the bed. She was standing beside Angie. As soon as she was calm, Jessie warmly exhorted, "Okay, sis, I want you to make love to my man, now... I mean - our man. I want you to please him. And I want him to please you."

Angie was leaking tears but nodded and began scooting back up the bed. As I stood and walked around the bed, Jessie met me and handed me the washcloth. I cleaned my fingers, then she embraced me and looked me in the eyes, "I wasn't absolutely sure how this would go, how I would react, feel... But as I held my sister's head in my lap and watched her respond to you, watched her climax while you made love to her pussy... all doubts left my head. It seemed so... right." She kissed me, then released me, "Go make love to my sister, to the 'other' woman who loves you."

I nodded, grabbed a water, and looked at Angie. She had scooted up to the headboard and was propped on two pillows. As I started to climb on the bed, she brought her legs up, spreading them and bending her knees as she did, sliding her feet up till they were almost parallel to her buttocks, making room for me and opening her sex to me. I scooted up close, till my knees were around her hips. Then I sat and took a moment, looking at her lovely face, her beautiful body, taking it all in. Her hair was fanned out on her pillow, and she was staring back at me. I reached to gently caress her cheek, and she covered my hand with hers. I could feel her hand shaking.

I softly addressed her, "Angie, I want you to know, I'm not doing this because Jessie asked me. I'm not doing this because you said you're in love with me. I'm not even doing it because you are a truly beautiful, irresistible woman. I'm doing this... because I love you. I love you and want to make you as happy as I can, any way I can."

I went to lean down and kiss her, but she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down, but not to kiss her. She'd brought my head down beside hers, and held me tightly as she started speaking.

"Thank you. I'm so glad you said that. I didn't want you to do this for those other reasons, but I would have... and I would have accepted that if it meant I could be with you."

She released me and I lifted up. She looked in my eyes and smiled, "Okay, now I would like it very much if you made love to me. That would make me very happy," she finished as she reached down, finding my now partially soft cock. She started gently stroking it, and looked down, "I'm sorry, you're not... excited, not ready. Let me..." she started as she went to sit up.

I stopped her, "No, you lie back. Just keep doing what you're doing."

I reached for her breasts and filled my hands, gently massaging them, just enjoying the feel of them; then I started fondling her nipples. As I did, Angie was working my cock more firmly, stroking it. As I started to get a little firmer, she sat up and wrapped her left hand behind my neck, pulling her upright, and began jacking me more vigorously with her right hand. I was still loving her breasts, and her face was less than a foot from mine. I was looking down at her lovely face, looking into her beautiful blues eyes, so similar to Jessie's.

As she looked up at me, she started talking in a low, lustful voice while continuing to rhythmically jack my cock, "You're getting harder, growing, getting bigger. I'm wet. I'm ready for you, to feel your cock in me, filling me, stretching me." She stopped talking looked down, then looked up and slyly smiled, "I think he likes that idea, he just got a lot harder."

She released my neck and leaned back on her pillows, then took her free hand and stuck it in her mouth, wetting her fingers. She was still jacking my shaft but more slowly, and took her moistened fingers and rubbed them over my cockhead. She repeated the process, then satisfied my head was slippery enough, she stopped jacking me, and levered my cock down to her vagina while spreading her labia. I scooted back a little to give her room, and she took my spongy head and ran it up and down between her lips, then slowly nodded for me to push forward. I moved my hips and pressed firmly against her open vagina. She pulled with her hand, urging me forward. I pushed firmly, and Angie wiggled my cock to work it in. Suddenly my cockhead slipped past her snug opening.

"Shit!" she gasped, and immediately stopped me with her hand on my cock. "Fuck, that head is big." In the next moment, she started pulling on my shaft again, and nodding her head. As I slowly moved forward, she released my shaft and relaxed a little. I continued to sink into her very snug, warm tunnel until unexpectedly I felt my cockhead press against her cervix. I pushed a little more till there was no give. I was still a couple inches from being buried in her. She wasn't as tight as her sister, but she wasn't as deep either.

Angie grunted, "Ungh, that's it baby. Damn, I love it... so nice, so full... fuck me now, lover."

I didn't need any further encouragement, and started stroking, slowly rocking my hips. Angie was watching as my big, veiny cock slid in out of tight cunt, watching as her wet, pink lips clung to my shaft on the back stroke and disappeared when I thrust forward.

I hadn't been aware of what Jessie was doing, but saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and realized she was standing by the bed, watching. I glanced at her. She was staring at my cock stroking in and out of her sister's vagina, and absently playing with one of her breasts. She saw me look, and flashed me a little smile.

Angie looked up at her, and Jessie nodded at the head of the bed, "Sis, may I?"

Angie nodded, "Mm hmm."

"Scoot down," Jessie directed.

As Angie brought her legs up and wrapped them tightly around my waist, and I scooted us down. Jessie crawled on the bed, tossed the pillows aside, got behind Angie and positioned herself as before, cradling her sister's head in her lap, and began playing with her breasts.

I cracked, "You just wanted to play with her tits, again."

She grinned, "Yep. It's fun... I guess that's why you guys call them 'fun bags'!"

I chuckled and shook my head.

Angie looked at me, and quipped, "I think my sister's turning into a lesbian."

Jessie sniped, "Little wise ass," and pinched her nipples hard.

"Ouch, a mean lesbian," Angie cracked, and Jessie and I both laughed.

I refocused on Angie, who had kept her legs wrapped around my waist, and resumed thrusting with purpose. Gradually, I increased the intensity and speed of my thrusts, relishing the feel of Angie's warm, tight vagina enveloping my cock, and became even more aroused watching Jessie playing with her sister's breasts. Angie responded to the stimulation, becoming more animate, nodding her head, moaning and grunting. She brought her hands up and wrapped them around my neck as she began to twitch her hips and contract her vaginal muscles. I increased my tempo, and began thumping harder against her cervix. I continued with this steady pace, deep thrusting, filling her vagina, her snug tunnel, reveling in the feel of it as she frequently contracted her muscles, adding even more stimulation, gradually elevating my own excitement.

As Angie approached her climax, she started nodding more rapidly. Her face and decolletage began coloring red, and she became more vocal, "Ooh-h-h... un-un-ungh-ye-ess-ss-oh-oh-fu-uck-s-soon... gon-na... cum-m-m... s-s-soon" she stuttered as I pounded her, approaching my own climax, but trying to time it till after she came.

Jessie helped out. "Come on, sis. Cum all over our man's big cock!" she growled as she worked Angie's nipples. "He's gonna fill your pussy with his cum... oh fuck! This is so hot!" She exclaimed, and Angie started shaking.

"Oh-h-h-h... al-most-th-there... Cum-m-m-ing... oh... oh... oh... OH-OH-YE-SS-SS-UNGH-FU-U-U-UCK!" she stammered, as her body curled forward and her vagina clamped down.

I was now hammering her, chasing my own orgasm. Again, Jessie helped and growled in a deep, lustful voice, "Fill her cunt, baby!"

With the added stimulation of Jessie's ribald urging, and Angie's spasming vagina, I blissfully unloaded, shooting my semen deep into her grasping cunt. I stopped thrusting, buried my cock in her, and held it there as Angie continued to spasm and jerk. We stayed in that position until we calmed down, with Jessie now gently running her hands down her sister's torso and lovingly over her breasts. Angie's legs finally relaxed and slipped off my back. She reached for me, and I bent down to meet her in a tender kiss. She was leaking tears, and as we kissed, Jessie ran her hands through my hair and over my back.

VII. THE FREAK SISTERS?

After Angie released me, I sat up and started to pull out, but she grabbed me and stopped me, "Not yet, please," she shyly requested, so I stayed pressed firmly against her. She held me there and clenched her vaginal muscles around my softening penis.

As I looked in her eyes and saw the love there, and felt her vagina pulsing, squeezing my cock, I started to swell again, eventually becoming fully engorged.

Angie looked at me, "You're hard again."

"He is?" Jessie asked.

"Yeah, I can feel it - he's hard, filling me..." Angie was explaining.

Jessie interrupted, "Sis, my turn! Move; quick! Baby, get your dick out of my sister!"

I pulled out, and cum immediately squished out of Angie as she hurriedly got out of the way.

"Oh, that's a mess," Jessie remarked. "Baby, lie down over here. I'm driving," she directed.

I moved over and lay back. Jessie immediately straddled me, grabbed my slippery, wet cock and started to mount me. Angie had gotten off the bed to head to the bathroom, but paused, watching in fascination as her sister straddled me and started working my cock into her pussy.

"Don't you need lube?" I questioned.

She lewdly observed, "Baby, I'm dripping, and you've got my sister's cum, and yours, all over your cock."

I heard Angie chirp, "Oh geez!" and I looked. She was cupping her crotch with cum running down the inside of her thigh. She darted for the bathroom.

When I looked back at Jessie, she grinned as she continued to mount me. With one hand spreading her lips and the other holding my shaft, she worked my cockhead back and forth while dropping her weight. My cock slipped past her tight opening, "Oooph, shit!" she remarked and stopped herself, quickly removing her hand from her lips and putting it on my stomach. Then she slowly slid down my shaft till I felt the pressure of her cervix on my head. She paused, then started rising up and sliding back down till she firmly pressed against my head again. Gradually, she started riding me with slow, steady strokes, her powerful legs flexing as she rode me. She had her eyes locked on mine, and was smiling.

I said, "It's incredible, honey, how tight you are; feels wonderful."

"Tighter than my sister?" she asked with a crooked, little smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Mm hmm. She's tight, but not like you."

"Good to know... But you liked fucking her, didn't you?"

I looked at her, kind of surprised. When I didn't immediately answer, she repeated forcefully, "Didn't you!"

"Oh, um, yes. I loved fucking your sister. It was so erotically different fucking your hot, sexy sister, my big cock filling her exquisite vagina. She's not as deep as you, and my cockhead smacked against her cervix on every stroke..."

Angie hollered from the bathroom, "I can hear you guys!"

Jessie grinned. It was a slightly evil grin. She was having fun. She shot back, "Yeah, well quit eavesdropping and get in here. Watch me fuck our lover into a coma!"

I continued, "She has a snug pussy, and very talented. She used her vaginal muscles in a wonderful way, massaging my cock. It was amazing, erotically different, fucking your hot sister, watching her big breasts jounce on her chest..."

"Jounce?" Jessie remarked questioningly.

"Means to bounce up and down..."

She shot back, "No shit. I figured that. Just never heard anyone use it."

"College educated," I quipped.

"Fuck you!"

"You are," I returned, grinning.

Jessie grinned back, and started riding me faster, with long, measured strokes, scissoring her legs up and down, In a deep, lustful voice, she cooed, "So, you liked fucking my 'hot' sister, her 'talented' pussy, watching her big breasts 'jounce'," she repeated as she rode me, obviously doing it to excite herself, "Ungh, fuck, baby, I love riding your big cock; I love the feel of it filling me... and it's so slippery now with my sister's pussy juice all over it..."

"Oh, you nasty girl!" I remarked, "You like that, don't you, knowing I just fucked your sister..." I was saying as Angie came in from the bathroom.

"Geez, you guys!" she exclaimed.

Jessie looked at her sister and grinned, "Oh, sis, don't act prissy! I know some of the things... ungh, mm, mm, fuck... things you've done... ungh, ungh, fuck," she grunted. She looked at me, "You like this baby? Fucking my sister then me..."

"The only thing that would be better is if I could fuck you both at the same time," I joked.

"You can! Sis, get over here... ugh, fuck... straddle your lover's face so he can fuck you with his mouth."

"No. I want her to straddle me in front of you, and lean over so I can suck her fat tits."

Angie didn't hesitate, and climbed on the bed. She immediately straddled me, and checked to see if she was crowding Jessie.

"No, sis. Scoot your big butt back till you're against me," Jessie directed. "Yeah, like that... that's wicked," she remarked, as she grabbed Angie's shoulders and held onto them while she continued to ride me, with her pelvis now rubbing up and down on Angie's butt cheeks.

Angie leaned forward to give me access to her breasts, but it was moving her out of position for Jessie.

"Prop up," Jessie grunted.

Angie tucked a couple more pillows behind me, then dangled her breasts over my face with her long hair draped around my head, and I began sucking on her plump nipples.

As I sucked and tongued her nipples, she revealed, "She's right you know. I've been a naughty girl in the past."

I released her nipple and asked, "Oh? Just how naughty?"

She answered with a sly grin, "I'll tell you sometime. But right now, I want you concentrate on sucking my 'fat' titties, while you fuck my sister's 'tight' pussy."

She had relaxed and was getting into the moment. I smiled, "Love to."

Meanwhile, as Angie got in a more upright position over me, Jessie leaned forward onto her sister's back and wrapped her arms her waist, rubbing her tits up and down her back as she rode me. I felt her vagina start to spasm, and she shortened her strokes and started coming down harder, smacking against my thighs, punishing her cervix as she ramped up to a climax.

"Oh, oh, fuck... this is... so fucking hot... close... gonna... cum... soon..." Jessie panted as she increased her pace. Her vagina continued to periodically spasm as she chased her orgasm.

I had been engrossed in sucking Angie's breasts, but as I felt Jessie approaching her climax, I growled, "Come on, baby, fuck my big cock, cum on me!"

Then I went back to sucking on Angie's tits. As Jessie increased her pace, she growled, "Move," and pushed me out of the way and roughly grabbed Angie's breasts, squeezing them. At the same time, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down, and in short rapid strokes, she started humping my cock like crazy, and started shaking and cussing, "Aghhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, UNNNGH, CUMMING!" she yelled. Then she dropped flat on my thighs as her vagina clamped down even harder and spasmed as her hips shook. Then I felt a flood of warmth. "UNGH, FUCK, can't stop cum... SHIT!" she yelped, then groaned, "Pissed again!"

"Piss all over me, baby. I don't care!" I assured her.

"I care!" Angie sniped, eyes wide.

"No you don't," I shot back.

She grinned, "No, I don't."

"Oh, damn, that was... ungh, unfuckingbelievable," Jessie huffed, still intermittently spasming. After a moment, I felt her vagina start to relax, and the intense pressure on my cock slacken. After a couple more moments, Jessie remarked, "You didn't cum... Sis, he didn't cum. He'd hard as fence post. Take over!" she barked, and immediately lifted off my rock-hard erection and climbed off the bed.

Angie didn't hesitate, scooted back, and lifted up. She found my cock and positioned it at her vagina, and immediately forced herself down. She was wet and ready, and my cock was slick, so there was only a momentary pause before my cockhead lurched past her vaginal opening. As she was pushing down, she suddenly dropped, and my cockhead slammed into her cervix.

As I jerked the extra pillows from behind me, and lay back, she yelped, "Aghhh, fuck!" then dropped to my chest and started thrusting back and forth. "Damn! What a mess," she groused as she started riding me, "Oh well, nice and slippery," she joked as she set up a rapid pace.

I saw Jessie had been watching as her sister mounted me and started riding me. Then she headed for the bathroom to clean up.

Angie was aggressively riding me with short, fast strokes, stabbing her cervix hard each time, and I grabbed her hips and joined her efforts. I saw Jessie come back from the bathroom and pause at the end of the bed, watching her sister ride my cock. She stood there for a long time, just watching. Angie continued to ride me like that for a while, back and forth in short strokes, breasts mashed into my chest. She started panting with the effort, grunting and swearing.

"Un, un, fuck... you... gonna... cum, baby?" she huffed.

"Want to... need help," I grunted. After cumming so hard before, I was going to have trouble.

"Me... too," she panted.

"I'm on it," Jessie said as she headed to the nightstand. "Mama's gonna help you both."

I saw her bring out the bottle of lube and her dildo vibrator. She popped the cap and lubed up the dildo.

"Sis. Stop," she ordered.

"What?" Angie asked, sounding a bit annoyed, but stopped and turned towards Jessie.

"I'm gonna stick this vibrator in your big butt and crank it up, then Connor's gonna take over and fuck your brains out."

"Oh, okay!" Angie grinned. I think she was glad I was taking over. She was breathing pretty hard and sweating. And yes, I know; it wasn't all sweat.

Jessie took the gooped-up dildo and shoved it in her sister's ass, then turned it on.

"Ungh, fuck, easy... oh shit... oh... that feels awesome," Angie responded.

"Get busy," Jessie directed at me.

I had been distracted, watching Jessie sticking a dildo in her sister's ass - a weird moment for me. But I immediately started to lift Angie's hips so I could stroke, and she lifted and leaned forward in concert with my efforts. She was now positioned above me with her breasts hanging down, just her nipples pressed against my chest. I started thrusting with long, swift strokes, punishing her cervix. She grunted and swore as I did, and her dangling breasts shook with the rapid pounding. I fixed my eyes on those beautiful, perfect globes, and relished the feeling of her vagina grasping my cock, and the sensations from the vibrator, which Jessie had cranked to its highest setting. I could cum like this.

Jessie wasn't done helping.

"Come on, baby. Pound my sister's cunt. Make her cum. Make her piss all over you. You like that, don't you? Having your nasty, little whores piss on you?"

I shortened my strokes and increased my speed, now just hammering away, ramming Angie as fast and as hard as I could.

"Answer me, baby. You gonna fill my slut sister's cunt full of cum while she pisses on you?"

"Yeah... gonna... cum... soon..." I grunted as plowed her 'slut sister'.

"Sis, you gonna piss all over our fuck slave when you cum?"

"Ungh-ungh-gon-na-tr-tr-try... ugh-yeah... fu-u-uck... dil-do... com-ming... out..." Angie stuttered as I pounded her.

Jessie quickly pushed on the end of the dildo, then stood there and held it in place while I fucked her sister. I didn't think this could get any weirder.

"Uh-uh-nngh-nngh... clo-o-ose... fu-uck-k-k... s-s-soon! FU-U-CK... CUM-M-M-FOR-ME-E-E!" Angie squealed.

I responded, kicking into another gear, till I was blazing - a mindless machine, out of control, ramming her mercilessly. Her vagina spasmed, impossibly contracting around my cock like a vice. She screamed; I erupted.

"AGH-HH-HH-FU-FU-FU-U-CK-K-K!" Angie yelled out, body shaking as she experienced an almost violent climax.

I emptied my balls in quick, powerful spurts, contracting so hard, it hurt, but I continued hammering Angie, thrusting through my climax. Then Angie let loose, pissing all over me. I was still thrusting like a madman, smacking hard against her, and her piss splattered everywhere. Jessie reflexively lurched backwards as some of it hit her, causing her to release the dildo, which immediately shot out of Angie's butt. A second later, I ceased thrusting, Angie collapsed on me, and I sprawled flat on the bed. We lay there, huffing and twitching as spasms shook our bodies. I almost blacked out. My ears were buzzing, and my vision briefly tunneled down till it almost went black. When the buzzing faded, all I could hear was my breathing and the blood pulsing in my ears. Gradually, I could hear Angie mumbling as she lay on my chest, head to the side.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... holy shit... you fucking killed me..."

Then I heard Jessie, "Guys, I think we ruined the bed. When you can, you need to move."

Slowly, Angie lifted up and forward till my partially softening cock slipped from her. Cum and fluid dripped from her gaping vagina onto my stomach, adding to the wet, slimy mess already there. She crawled off the bed, hand between her thighs, and headed to the bathroom on shaky legs. I slowly sat up, swung my legs around and planted my feet on the floor. Jessie squatted between my knees and went to lean forward and embrace me.

She looked at my stomach, and paused, "You look like you got slimed by one of those spooks from Ghostbusters," she joked, then pulled herself tight against me. Softly, she spoke into my ear, "So, baby, how was your first time with our little experiment?"

I chuckled lightly, "I don't think I could survive a second time."

I stood and she helped me up, "So, you okay?" she asked sincerely.

"Mm hmm. More than okay. That was unbelievable, truly unbelievable. How about you?"

She smiled the sweetest smile, "I'm so fine! I couldn't be happier. My man, my sister, and I just made wonderful, amazing love together, and other than a wrecked bed, everything is a-okay... and I don't know where the hell that dildo went!"

I laughed and discovered my throat was dry. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged half of it down. We headed to the bathroom. Angie was just getting off the commode.

"How you doing, sis?" Jessie asked.

"Doing? How am I doing?" she gruffly replied, "I'm covered in sweat, piss, and cum. My legs are still shaking. My pussy's wrecked - feels like it's been beat with an axe handle, and I just got my brains fucked out... So, I'm great! Fucking awesome!" she exclaimed, breaking into a big grin.

"Alright," Jessie replied, "Sounds like we're all good here. All we have to do now is clean up this mess, and us. Let's start with us. I think it's too late to save the bed."

C. THREE'S COMPANY

I. THE AGREEMENT

After showering and cleaning up our 'mess' (I was going to have to get a new mattress, and we agreed we'd put a moisture barrier on the new one), we got dressed, then went downstairs and finished off our Christmas leftovers. We decided to end our after-Christmas festivities in the hot tub, relaxing with some mixed drinks and weed. I got everything set up outside. It was midday and the sun was out, but still pretty cold. I cranked up the heaters, and got the water going. I set up a tv tray by the hot tub, then went inside. The girls were coming down the stairs, wrapped in towels. They had their hair pinned up. Angie was carrying the weed, and Jessie had a towel for me.

As they approached, I said I'd get my trunks, then make some drinks.

"You don't need the trunks, baby," Jessie grinned, then kissed me. "Just make the drinks, then strip and join us."

"Okie dokie," I replied, and headed to the kitchen. I made a batch of margarita mix and cups of ice, then stripped and went to join the ladies. I looked for my towel to wrap up, but Jessie had apparently taken it with her - on purpose, I was sure. So, I headed out, butt naked. It was frickin' cold.

The girls were in the hot tub and already smoking a joint. Jessie saw me, "I hope you don't mind, we got a head start."

"Not at all," I replied as I set the drink tray down.

Jessie remarked, "Get in here, you stud. We were just discussing our first sexual liaison."

As I slowly sunk into the hot, bubbling water, I replied, "Yeah, that was something." When my dick hit the hot water, I realized it was sensitive. "Damn, that stings." They looked at me questioningly. "My dick, it's a little chaffed," I explained.

Angie blew out a stream of smoke, "Tell me about. My lips are raw, and I my fornix is sore as hell. You bruised the shit out of it."

Jessie chuckled, and coughed out some smoke, "Tell me about it, sis. Welcome to the club."

"Fornix?" I questioned.

Jessie, looked at me, "What, college boy? You don't know what the fornix is?"

"I'm was a business major, not a gynecologist!"

They both laughed. Angie, explained, "You know the cervix, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, the cervix is surrounded by the anterior and posterior fornix, and most of the time, when you think you're hitting the cervix, it's actually the fornix - depends on the angle you're thrusting at, the tilt of the woman's pelvis, and the shape of her uterus, etc. Anyway, now you know."

Jessie joked, "I wonder if that's why they call it 'fornicating'?"

I answered, "Actually, I know that one: It comes from ancient Rome, and Latin. Prostitutes used to hang out under these arches called 'fornicatio', where they would service their clients."

Jessie kidded, "Okay, college boy. Now you're just showing off. Back to our liaison..."

Before she could continue, Angie handed me a towel to dry my hands, then handed me a lit joint, "Here, love, catch up."

I took a puff, then drew air through my nose, taking the smoke down that way. I'd settled on not directly inhaling as that was too harsh for me, and I could get plenty high this way. After a few puffs, I passed it to Jessie, who finished it off and put it out. Then she reached for our drinks, and we sat, sipped them and relaxed.

Jessie finished the last of her drink, set her glass down, then threw her arm around my shoulders, "Baby, we were talking and Angie brought up something, and I want to address it now that you're here. Um, she was fine with our lovemaking - well, more than fine, but she brought up a concern. We'll call it protocol - how we're going to function as a 'comingled' family. But first, I want to make sure you're comfortable continuing."

"Jessie, honey, if you are both good with this, I'm fine with it, but I have some concerns that I want to address, too."

"Good, and we'll get to your concerns, but I want to start with what Angie brought up, then go from there. She is concerned about how we go about sharing you, you know - when, how, limits, no-no's, so on. She is worried about 'stepping' on my toes, and about you, and just how you want to go about things."

I quickly put in, "Yes, that pretty much mirrors my concerns, except I want to emphasize what's most important to me - I don't want this, our 'sharing' to ever come between you and me. I don't want you to ever feel like I'm not 100% there for you. I do love Angie," I stopped and turned to her, putting my arm around her, "I do, honey, but I'll be honest - not like Jessie. I love her in a way I've never loved anyone, and that's not going to change. I don't want it to change. It is now an anchor in my life that I can't do without, won't do without."

Angie was nodding and leaking tears, and turned into me, tucking her face into my neck, "I don't ever, ever want to come between you," she softly but forcefully assured me.

Jessie reached and patted Angie, "We're all on the same page here - 100%. That said, sis, I don't want you to feel like, um, a 'second fiddle'. And I know we can manage this; just not sure exactly how. I've never read the 'Mormon Book of Polygamy Management'," she joked, and we both laughed.

(For my Mormon readers out there, don't get your panties in a twist - just having fun. By the way, what are you doing reading a dirty, sex story?)

Jessie reached and snagged another joint and held it up. I nodded, and she passed it to Angie to light, then continued, "Given how we feel about each other, I think we can come up with a way to make this work without too much hoopla. I don't think we need a 'playbook' or a lot of rules, but Angie expressed a desire for some guidance so she won't be infringing on my territory, or putting you in an awkward position by anything she does. I understand and appreciate that. And I've come up with a couple things, but I want us all to think a little more about it, then we can discuss what we come up with, later. In the meantime, I want to relax with another smoke and a drink. By the way, honey, the margaritas are yummy."

We relaxed with another drink and shared another joint, By that time, we were sufficiently mellow and tired of the hot tub. I suggested we go in and shower, get comfortable, and then continue, maybe order a pizza for a late lunch, early dinner.

After we showered together, I slipped on shorts and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs while the girls dried their hair and got comfy. I ordered pizza, and set us up at the dining table. While I waited for them, I took the alone time to think about 'everything' - our sexual liaison, the whole 'sharing' thing, and what really concerned me about it. When the girls came down, they were dressed in sleeping shirts. We gathered at the table and waited for the pizza. We switched to soda since that's what we always have with pizza, and we agreed we wanted to be clear headed for this discussion.

"Okay," Jessie started, "First, Connor, I want to hear your biggest concerns and any suggestions you have, besides what we've discussed."

"Sure. First of all, I was thinking about the actual, um, sexual liaisons. I don't want Angie and I to have sex any time, in any way, that feels like we're going behind your back. So, either you have to be part of them, or be here, or know about them and be fully consenting. Also, I'm fine with us having our 'threesomes' as long as we're all mutually up for it at the time."

Angie nodded, "I feel the same."

"I like that," Jessie concurred, "And that brings up a question about our threesomes, but first, what else, honey?"

"Okay. How long are we going to do this? I mean, I can't see this being a permanent thing."

"No, and Angie and I have discussed this, and we'll answer that shortly. Anything else?"

"Just one more thing. I don't want anyone else to know about this, especially your parents. I would die..."

"No, honey, that's a given. This is our private arrangement. Nuff said."

"Well, that's about it for me. I just want to hear what you both have to say about do's and don'ts, you know, in and outside the bedroom."

Jessie started, "Okay, but first, about threesomes - I want to know how you both honestly feel. You know, is it something you want to continue, or do you want more one-on-one liaisons, no threesomes at all, or what?"

Angie looked at me, and I nodded, so she went first, "Um, for me, I can say I have no problem with the threesomes; and if that was the only way I could share Connor, I'd be fine with that... But if it isn't a problem for you, um, for either of you, I wouldn't mind a private session now and then," she finished shyly.

Jessie smiled and nodded, "Of course, honey. I'm pretty sure that will work fine, but if it doesn't," she grinned, "you'll just have to put up with me sitting in the corner jilling off while you fuck!"

After we laughed, she turned to me, "Connor?"

I took a deep breath, "Concerning the threesome - honestly, that was the most amazing... and bizarre sexual experience I've ever had. I don't how long I'd last if we did that every day, but if you two want to continue doing that, I'll keep on doing it or die trying."

Jessie added, "Well, for my part, I loved it, so I think threesomes can be a regular part of our routine. Of course, I think private one-on-ones will be important for all of us."

Angie and I nodded our agreement.

She smiled, "Well, I think that settles that. Now to what Angie and I discussed earlier - how long we continue with this arrangement. We think it has to be temporary for a couple of reasons. One: We don't think it's sustainable for long term. Two: We don't think it's in Angie's best interest. When she's financially able, she needs to get her own place, and live her own life, find her own special someone. Of course, I'm not suggesting the moment she moves out that we turn our backs on her, just that she will need to make that transition. I think that's something that we can let evolve when the time comes." She looked at me for a response.

"Sounds perfect."

"Okay, lastly, for what I'll call our 'social, sexual etiquette' outside the bedroom. I'm completely comfortable with you guys showing affection for each other however feels natural... as long as I'm not left out..."

"Won't happen, babe," I emphatically replied.

"No, I know, so I'm comfortable with letting that evolve naturally. And I think that wraps it up. Um, babe, what happened to our pizza?"

"Oh, I requested that it to be delivered an hour out from when I ordered it. I figured we'd want to get this out of the way first, so we could relax and enjoy our meal." I looked at my watch, "Should be here in a few minutes."

"Good thinking! That's why you get the big bucks!" she kidded. "So, anything else we need to cover right now?"

I spoke up, "Just one thing: Angie said she'd done some 'naughty' things in the past. I want to hear about them... unless they involved farm animals or..."

Angie smacked my arm, "Connor! I said naughty, not sick!"

"Hey, one man's sheep is another man's ba-a-a-aby."

They both started smacking me, and laughing.

Just then, the doorbell chimed, and I went to get the pizza.

I came back with the two, extra-large boxes, set one on the table, then went to the kitchen and put the other in the fridge.

"You got two?" Jessie remarked.

"Yep. I thought we might need a late night snack to refuel later."

"Refuel? Later?" Jessie teased, "Just what were you thinking might happen later?"

"Mmm, I thought Angie might want to 'show' us some of the 'naughty' things she's done in the past."

We shared a laugh, then dug in. After we ate, Angie relented and told us about a couple things she had done, one that Jessie was already privy to, and one she didn't know about.

Angie started with, "Okay, if I share this with you, love, I don't want any judging."

I answered, "I won't judge. Besides, I'm no choir boy, myself," I boasted.

"Oh, really?" Jessie countered, "You just said our threesome was the most 'bizarre' sexual experience you'd ever had. I think you were a boy scout."

"Hey, I said 'most', not the 'only' bizarre thing, but you're changing the subject. I want to hear about Angie's sordid past, first."

"I wouldn't call it 'sordid'," she objected, then paused and thought, "Okay, yeah, I guess some of it was kinda sordid," she grinned, then opined, "I need something stronger than soda."

I made a pitcher of margaritas while Angie started.

"Well, the first thing that comes to mind is something I've done a couple times - the first time in my sophomore year of college. I had been dating these two guys who were roommates. I was sleeping with both of them - not at the same time, and they both wanted to be exclusive with me; but what can I say, I liked fucking both of them, and wouldn't commit to either one. Anyway, one night, I went home with the one guy, and his friend was supposed to be out. We went to his bedroom and got busy. Just as we got started, his roommate came home, heard us, and opened the bedroom door. I was riding his roomie cowgirl, and looked over my shoulder. He was standing there, mouth hanging open, and looked like he was going to get upset. I thought quickly, and told him to join us. They were both taken aback, but I pointed out that we could either fuck together, or I could just go home."

I poured drinks and passed them out.

As Angie took a drink, I commented, "So, you had a threesome; that's not so sordid."

"Yeah, that wasn't the sordid part; what I did during the threesome was kind of extreme - I did DP for the first time, and..."

"DP?" I questioned.

"Yeah, DP," she repeated.

Jessie clarified, "Double penetration, dick in ass, dick in pussy, same time."

"Oh. Ohhh! You did that?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Hey, I thought you weren't going to judge."

"No, no. Not judging, just, um, surprised. I mean, you were able to do that?"

"Yeah. I'd done anal once before..."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I didn't like it so much that time. The guy was a little big, and he was too rough. But with these two, I was in control, and neither one was exactly 'endowed'; and once I got it worked out, I was able to enjoy it, and ended up having a righteous orgasm."

Jessie took the opportunity to inform Angie, "Connor got me to use my vibrating dildo in my ass."

Angie grinned, "Really? Way to go, love. I was surprised when she had you finger her ass during oral. Jessie never liked anything touching her precious, little pooter."

"Oh, shut up," Jessie sniped.

I laughed, then asked, "Isn't it painful, the anal, I mean?"

"Yeah, it can be. But if you go slow, use plenty of lube, and work up to it... haven't you done that before, I mean anal with a woman?"

"Nope."

"I guess we could try, sometime, though no guarantee I can handle that baseball bat of yours."

I didn't know what to think about the anal intercourse thing. "Uh, thanks, but I don't know..."

Angie shrugged, "Okay, well, offer stands... Anyway, I guess one of the craziest things I ever did was pull train..."

"Pull train?" I questioned. Yeah, maybe I am a boy scout.

"Multiple guys, one after the other..."

"Oh, okay... How many guys?" I asked.

"Five... but really only four. The one guy couldn't get it up. I think he was intimidated by the situation... Of course, two of the guys went twice, so technically, I did six in a row."

"Geez, sis! Six in a row? You never told me about that," Jessie remarked.

"Really? Oh... Well, anyway, yeah, and it was pretty wild. I'd never do it again, though. I was sore as crap for days."

"Wasn't that dangerous?" I asked.

"No. I knew them all pretty well, and I made them wear condoms." She turned to Jessie, "You remember Danny and Donny, the twins..."

"Oh, yeah. You were dating Danny, if I remember correctly."

"Yep. That's how it all came about. We did it in their parent's basement one weekend during spring break of our freshman year. Donny was home from college and upset that he couldn't go to Palm Beach with his girlfriend... long story. Anyway, that's probably the most radical thing I ever did." She turned to me, "Still love me?"

I laughed, "Yes, I still love you."

II. MY 'SORDID' STORY

"So, let's hear yours, love," Angie requested.

Jessie, chimed in, "Yeah, baby, let's hear your 'most' sordid, sexual experience."

"Sure, okay. Well, I knew these two sisters, real freaks. And I had sex with both of them at the same time..."

They both started smacking me. "Okay, okay. Stop, and I'll tell my story."

Jessie chided me, "I don't believe you've done anything 'sordid'. You didn't even know what DP was. You 'are' a boy scout."

Angie remarked, "Didn't you ever watch porn?"

"Um, not much; a couple times, but... you want to hear my story or not?"

"Sorry, go ahead," Jessie apologized, "And I'm sorry I called you a boy scout."

"That's okay. Besides, in sexual terms, I think I would at least qualify as an Eagle scout." They laughed, and I continued. "Okay, I may not be in Angie's league, but I've had a couple, um, interesting experiences... I guess the most unique, or sordid thing I was involved in, happened during my freshman and sophomore years in college... Hmm, where to start?"

I drank some of my margarita as I thought about the story, and cautioned them, "Okay, I just realized, this isn't going to be a short story."

They both shrugged, so I continued, "After high school, I went to the University of Washington for aeronautical engineering, partially because a friend of mine here in P-cola had an aunt who lived in Seattle, and she would provide me with free room and board. Elaine, my friend's aunt, was a divorcee. Her husband had left her for a younger woman, so it was just her and her 15-year-old son, Troy, living there. She also had a daughter, but she was a sophomore at Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, in California. Anyway, they lived in this four bedroom, two story with two up and two down. The master and one bedroom were downstairs, where Elaine and her son slept, and my room was upstairs next to her daughter's room, along with a large tv/bonus room, which gave me kind of my own living room. It was a nice set up.

Anyhow, after I moved in, I learned Elaine was a very nice, sweet woman, and was really broken up over her divorce, which had happened only a few months earlier. Well, we hit it off. She liked me - thought I was a nice, young man; and she also really liked that I paid attention to her young son, and was grateful for that. Besides being a shitty husband, I guess her ex wasn't much of a father, either."

I took another slug of my drink as I recalled how things went. "Okay, one day, after I'd been there a month or so, I came home earlier than usual. I went in and took a shower, and after drying off, I hung up my towel and was standing at the sink, getting ready to shave, brush my teeth or something, and the door opened. Elaine walked in and started to get the laundry basket. I turned, saw her and froze; she froze, and we stood there staring at each other for several seconds. Keep in mind, I'm butt naked with my dick hanging out. I snapped out of it and grabbed for my towel to cover up, but accidentally got hold of both ends of the towel, and when I jerked on it, I yanked the towel bar out of the wall and it clamored to the floor. Elaine quickly went to get it at the same time as me. We collided, and I grabbed her to keep from knocking her over, and she grabbed at me. Suddenly we were inches apart, face to face. After another frozen moment, she suddenly crushed herself to me and started kissing me. I wrapped her up and we went at it. Then I felt her grab my cock, which was already going erect, so I ended the kiss and grabbed at her house dress, which buttoned down the front. I ended up ripping it off her, buttons flying everywhere. She jerked her panties off, and we commenced to fuck right there on the bathroom floor."

Angie and Jessie were listening intently. I took a drink and continued, "Afterwards, I didn't know what to think, and didn't know what to expect. But she never said a word about it, so neither did I. And she didn't act any differently than she did before the incident. A few days later, early Sunday morning, about four, she came into my room, removed her robe, and crawled naked into my bed. This time we made love, over and over - she was insatiable and climaxed multiple times. Then she left without a word. That went on for the rest of my time there, until I moved out in the first semester of my junior year..."

Jessie interjected, "Well, that's not so sordid; a little kinky, but..."

"I'm not done."

"Oh, sorry."

"The summer after my freshman year, her daughter, Elise, came home on break. The first Saturday after her daughter arrived, Elaine quietly took me aside and said, 'Come downstairs in the morning. I can't come up.' I understood. She wanted to continue, but couldn't risk having sex with me next to her daughter's room. The first time everything went fine. We had to be careful, not make too much noise so we didn't wake Troy who was next door. But the following weekend, something happened. After visiting Elaine, I left her room around five and headed back to my bedroom. Just as I hit the top of the stairs, Elise came out of her room heading to the hall bathroom. She saw me and stopped. I froze. She was in a pair of panties and nothing else. I was only in my boxers. I thought quickly and said, 'Um, couldn't sleep. Got some milk,' or some lame excuse. She just stood there a second, giving me a dubious look, then without comment, continued to the bathroom, and I went to bed.

I didn't tell Elaine what happened, and the next weekend we had our usual rendezvous. Afterwards, I quietly headed to my room. As I passed the tv room, I noticed a lamp was on, and saw Elise sitting on the couch, again just in her panties, and obviously waiting to confront me. Anyway, I froze. She walked up to me and asked, 'Are you fucking my mother?' I nodded. She asked, 'Are you good to her?' I nodded. 'Do you make her happy? Do you make her climax?' I nodded. She said, 'Okay,' then went to her room."

"You're shittin' me!" Jessie exclaimed.

"Nope. And I'm not done."

I drank some more of my margarita, then continued, "Again, I never said anything to Elaine. The next weekend, same thing, I went to Elaine's room then returned. I expected to be confronted by Elise again, but nothing. I went to bed. I woke up a little after nine, and went to take a shower. Oh, I forgot to tell you - every Sunday morning, Elaine, with her son in tow, would go to church. She'd leave at 8:30 for early service, and this morning was no different. Back to the story. So, after my shower, I returned to my room, went to my dresser, tossed my towel on the floor, pulled out a drawer and fetched underwear and some cut-offs. Behind me, I heard the covers on my bed make a whipping sound, and I spun around. Elise was in my bed, had whipped the covers back, and was butt naked.

She was propped up on one elbow, eyeing me. She asked, 'Are you fucking anybody else? Besides my mother?' I answered, 'Yeah.' She asked, 'Who?' I answered, 'Um, some girls at school.' She snapped, 'Shit! If you give my mom a disease...' I interrupted her, 'No, I always use protection.' She looked hard at me, 'With my mom, too?' I replied, 'Oh, um, no. I really didn't think it was necessary, and um, I didn't know if she'd be insulted.' She looked at me for a few seconds then nodded, 'Okay, show me how you make love to my mother."

I stopped and took a long drink of my margarita, emptying it. Jessie got ice and made me a fresh one.

"So..." Angie prompted.

"So, I did. I got in bed and had sex with Elise. She climaxed in our first coupling, then got me erect again, and fucked me till she had two more orgasms. We finished just as Elaine was returning from church, and Elise hustled back to her room.

At this juncture, I should point out that while Elaine wasn't beautiful, she was nice looking, had a pretty decent body, and was a pretty terrific lover. Elise, on the other hand, was quite pretty, had damn nice body, and was a sexual dynamo..."

Angie interrupted, "How old was Elaine?"

"I think about forty, maybe early forties. Anyway, after that, every Sunday, when her mom left for church, Elise came in and fucked my brains out..."

"Wow," Angie remarked, "Did either one find out about the other?"

"I'm not done,"

"We're out of booze," Jessie remarked, and headed to the kitchen to mix up some more. "Keep going. I'm listening."

"Okay. So, a couple weeks later, even before her mom's out the door, Elise comes in, crawls in bed, and immediately starts sucking my cock getting me hard. Keep in mind, my cock is still covered in the leftovers from me and her mother having sex earlier. Anyway, this morning she quickly got me erect, and mounted me - she usually liked to start out cowgirl. So, she's just mounted me and starts riding me, and there's a knock on my door. I froze, Elise stopped humping me, and looked back over her shoulder just as her mom opens the door.

She's in her church clothes, and just stands there a second, looking at her daughter mounted on my dick. Then, in a neutral, conversational voice, she says to Elise, "I forgot to tell you, after church, your Uncle and his family are coming over later for lunch. I wanted to ask you to get a meatloaf and baked potatoes started. I can do everything else when I get home.' Elise answers, 'Okay, mom. Oh, how many potatoes?' Elaine counts and answers, 'Six... seven if Connor joins us. And you're quite welcome, Connor.' I answer, 'Thank you,' and she shuts the door and leaves. Elise looks at me for a second, 'You gonna come?' she asked, meaning 'come' to lunch. I answered, 'If you'll get busy fucking me, I'll cum.' She laughed, then started riding me again. That's the only time I can remember us sharing a humorous moment."

"Fuck me!" Jessie exclaimed from the kitchen and started laughing, "Then what?"

"After Elise had an orgasm, she cut our lovemaking short so she could get to work on lunch."

"Unbelievable," Angie remarked, shaking her head as Jessie returned and handed us drinks.

"I'm not done," I repeated.

Jessie brought the pitcher of margaritas and quickly sat.

I continued, "The following Sunday, four o'clock, I got up to head downstairs. I would always set an alarm. However, as I was getting out of bed, my door opened and Elaine walked in, shucked her robe and crawled in bed..."

"You're kidding," Angie remarked.

"Nope. I guess she figured her daughter knew about us, and she knew about me and her daughter, and since we had to be careful in her bedroom so we didn't wake Troy, she apparently decided to resume fucking me in my room. Anyway, she gets in bed with me, I perform cunnilingus on her, getting her warmed up, then I mount her. Well, we're going at it, and I guess she didn't feel she had to be quiet, so she's back to her usual, vocal self. I'm pounding her for all I'm worth, and she's going, 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh..." and suddenly freezes, looking wide-eyed over my shoulder. I froze and looked. Elise, again in just panties, had come in. So, I'm there in mid stroke with my dick buried in her mom's snatch, and she walks to the side of my bed to get this wooden dining chair that I used for getting dressed. She grabs the chair, then looks at me, 'Don't stop. I think she was about to climax', then moves the chair a distance away, faces it towards the bed and sits down..."

"Now, you're making shit up!" Jessie sniped.

"Nope. Scout's honor," I countered.

"Okay, keep going," Angie urged.

"Where was I... Oh yeah. So, I resumed pounding Elaine. Soon, she's ramping up, cussing and clawing my back. Then, legs shaking, she clamps down on my cock, and climaxes, which causes me to explode, cumming like crazy. After she stops shaking, I pull out and roll off her. She dropped her widespread legs to the bed, and cum is oozing out of her gaping hole. Elise is just sitting there the whole time, watching all this. I'm huffing, trying to catch my breath, and I hear Elise ask her mom if we're done. Elaine shakes her head and says that normally, after I recover, which takes a while, we do it again.

Without a word, Elise gets up, walks around the bed to where I flopped, bends down and starts kissing me, then crawls on top of me, and starts rubbing her titties up and down my chest. Then she scoots up and leans over me and has me suck on breasts for a minute. After that, she moves down and engulfs my cock, which is covered in her mom's juices and my cum. She works a finger in my ass - first time I'd experienced that - and continues fellating me till I'm rock hard. Without a word, she gets off the bed and returns to her chair. When her daughter did that, Elaine watched in stunned silence, but after her daughter sat, she looked and saw my erection, then promptly mounted me, and started fucking me with gusto. She brought herself to orgasm two more times, then kissed me, dismounted, picked up her robe and left."

I paused and downed some of my drink. Jessie and Angie silently waited.

"So, I was lying there with my cock still rock hard as I hadn't cum again. Elise looked, and gave a little shrug, like, 'Oh, okay, you're still hard', pulled her panties off, got on the bed and lay down, spreading her legs. I dived between her thighs, worked her up, then mounted her, and fucked her to two orgasms, then came like a monster. As I lay there huffing, she said, 'Thank you for taking care of my mother, making her happy. Dad was a shit to her,' then rolls me off of her and leaves. She didn't come in again while her mother was with me, but continued to come to me when her mom left for church."

I slugged down some of my drink and continued, "We almost never talked, just fucked, with Elise occasionally making some comment or request, or more precisely - demand. But one time, before we had sex, she told me I was a pretty good lover, and had an impressive cock, but that I needed to learn how to give better cunnilingus. Then she proceeded to teach me, including introducing me to anal stimulation as part of performing oral pleasure, having me practice everything on her till she was satisfied with my technique. She told me she thought her mom might like the anal stimulation and that I should give it a try. She left for college two weeks before the fall semester started. When she left, she gave me a sweet kiss, goodbye, and simply said, 'Thanks. I appreciate you fucking my mom and making her happy."

I took a break and drank my margarita.

After a couple minutes, Jessie asked, "Well, is that the end?"

"Pretty much. I continued to sleep with Elaine through my sophomore year. The next summer, Elise came home on break again, and we picked up where we left off. I met Diane in the beginning of my junior year, and when we became serious, I moved out, and moved in with her. When I said goodbye to Elaine, she said she enjoyed having me there, appreciated me taking time with her son, and told me to take care of myself, and that was it. We never once talked about the sex, or her daughter, none of it."

"Unbelievable," Jessie remarked.

Angie asked, "So, did Elaine know about you screwing all those college chippies?"

"Well, I think so. She never said anything, never asked, and I didn't say anything. Of course, I never brought any of them to the house - I felt like that might be, um, bad form."

III. THE FREAK SISTERS - ENCORE

Jessie and Angie were both sitting, looking at me. Finally, Jessie remarked, "That's a helluva story. And you know what? It made me horny."

"Me too," Angie added, grinning.

We got up from the table and Jessie suggested, "Grab some waters, honey."

"Okay, after I pee. All those drinks hit my bladder." I headed to the powder room as the girls headed upstairs.

As they hit the top of the stairs, I heard Angie say, "Sis, I want to do something a little different..."

After taking a leak, I fetched the bottles of water and headed up. When I got to the bedroom, the girls were on the bed, propped up side by side, still in their sleeping shirts. I walked over and set the waters on the nightstand. I noticed the warmer sitting there with a bottle of oil in it. I started to climb on the bed.

Jessie stopped me, "Honey, pull the chair over next to the bed."

I pulled the club chair over, and she directed me to position it at the side of the bed, facing it.

Then she instructed, "Okay, honey, take a seat. You can put your feet up, but don't get on the bed. Um, Angie and I are going to do something, kind of put on a show, and she thinks you'll enjoy it. And you may be tempted to join us, but she says you can't."

"Sure, no problem," I answered, grabbed a water and got comfortable.

Angie explained, "Okay, love, this was my request. Now, what we're going to do, I've done before, a couple times - well, a variation, but Jessie hasn't..."

Jessie emphatically interjected, "No, not with anyone, and certainly not with my sister; and I'm not sure about it now, or how you will..."

"Hey, at this point, I think I'm game for anything," I quickly assured her.

In a voice tinged with resignation, Jessie opined, "Okay, well, then I guess... okay."

Angie squeezed her hand reassuringly and encouraged her, "Come on, sis. You're going to enjoy this, and I guarantee you, Connor will."

Jessie just nodded.

"Good. Now, let's lose the clothes," Angie prompted, and they stripped off their shirts and panties.

Angie directed Jessie to lie on her back with just one pillow under her head. While Jessie got comfortable, Angie got a scrunchy and tied her hair back, then returned to the bed and retrieved the bottle of oil. She crawled on the bed and got on the side of Jessie opposite me, then instructed Jessie, "Close your eyes and relax." Next, she took the oil and started at Jessie's feet, massaging them, and continued, gradually working up her legs to her stomach, then up to her shoulders, running her oily hands over her breasts, but not lingering, and continued up her neck and down her arms. It was kind of erotic, watching a naked Angie massaging Jessie, leaning over, her ample breasts swaying, as she ran her oily hands over her sister's firm, tanned body. I felt my cock twitch.

Next, she started at her neck, working back down, but this time, she paid special attention to her breasts, massaging them, and spent extra time manipulating her nipples. "Okay, that's a little more erotic," I thought. And I heard some moans escape Jessie, and saw her stomach tighten in response. My dick responded, too.

Then Angie moved down her stomach, and this time, when she reached her pubic mound, she stopped and poured a small amount of oil on the fingertips of her left hand and pushed it between her thighs. Jessie responded by separating her legs, and Angie ran her fingers down through Jessie's labia to her pucker, and apparently probed it, as Jessie twitched and grunted, "Fuck."

Angie continued sliding her fingers up and down, dipping one in her vagina now and then, and periodically probing her anus. I was starting to get a serious erection. Angie continued to work Jessie's sex, alternating between manipulating her clit, masturbating her vagina, and probing her anus. After a short time of that, she settled on masturbating her vagina with her left hand while jilling her clit with her right thumb. After banging her for a bit with just one finger, she added another. Jessie was progressively becoming more aroused, moaning and twitching. When Angie worked in the second finger and started banging her, she looked at me, "You're right. She has a tight, little cunny."

As Angie was working her sex, Jessie's face was starting to color a little, and her stomach was contracting in small spasms as her hips jinked. I was mesmerized, and just when I thought Angie was going to bring her off that way, she stopped, and moved to her breasts, began fondling both nipples, and at the same time, leaned down and kissed Jessie, lightly at first, then she began alternating between soft kisses and teasing her lips with her tongue. After a few moments of that, she pressed her mouth over Jessie's and engaged her in a full on, soul kiss. At first, I don't think Jessie was into it, but then she raised her arms and brought them around Angie's shoulders. At this point, I realized I was rubbing my cock through my shorts.

Angie slowly disengaged from the kiss, moved down and swung a leg across Jessie's hips. She centered her vulva over Jessie's bushy mound and rocked back and forth as she reengaged her breasts. As she fondled her nipples, she continued to rub their vulvas together. After a bit, she reached for the oil again, and surprised me by dribbling some on her own breasts, then rubbed it around on her nipples, put the oil down, then took Jessie's hands, brought them and placed them on her breasts. Jessie started playing with Angie's nipples, massaging and tweaking them. Angie returned to massaging Jessie's breasts and grinding against her vulva. After a bit of that, Angie took Jessie's hands and moved them to her back, simultaneously leaning down till her breasts mashed against Jessie's. She directed Jessie's hands down till she had them cupping her buttocks. Next she grasped Jessie's shoulders, lay flat on her, and started sliding up and down, in a slow, deliberate motion, sliding her oily breasts up and over Jessie's and back down again - over and over. At the same time, her bald mound was sliding over Jessie's bush.

I was rubbing my cock, and continuing to get aroused, completely entranced by the scene before me. It almost didn't register that Angie was speaking to me.

"Connor... Connor..."

"Um, what?"

"Hand me the wash cloth, and get the vibrator and lube from the drawer."

"Right," I answered as I quickly retrieved the requested items.

"Lay them on the bed and get me a pillow," she directed as she slid down Jessie's body, moved her legs apart and got between them, sitting on her folded legs. I grabbed a pillow and went to hand it to her. "Slip it under her," she directed as she lifted Jessie's legs, tilting them up and back till her feet were almost to her shoulders. I placed the pillow, and she brought Jessie's legs back down till her ass was resting on the pillow, then she folded Jessie's legs so her knees were by her chest, and moved her feet onto her shoulders, keeping Jessie's pelvis tilted up where she could access her sex. She took the washcloth and gently wiped her vulva and anus, removing some of the oil. Then she lowered her face till she was directly over her sex, and gently blew on it. Next, she snaked her tongue down, licking her pucker, working it, gradually probing it, then fucking it. During all this, Jessie was squirming, twitching and moaning, and her hands went to Angie's head, starting to tangle her fingers in her hair. Angie directed, "No. Play with your breasts."

Jessie obeyed, and started working her oily breasts. Angie reached for the dildo and the lube. First, she squirted lube on her fingers and worked one, then two into Jessie's anus, slowly, carefully, twisting them around as she worked them in and out. Jessie continued to grunt and moan, and occasionally her hips would jink.

I had returned to my seat, still entranced by what I was witnessing. My hands, of their own accord, had pulled my shorts down as I sat, freeing my rigid cock. I scooted the chair back to give me room and carefully put my feet on the edge of the bed, then I began slowly jacking. Angie removed her fingers, added lube to the vibrator and slowly worked it into Jessie's ass till it was buried, but didn't turn it on. Next, she worked a middle finger into her vagina, slowly stroking in and out, then added a finger, working it in. Then she wedged a third finger in, stretching Jessie's tight hole.

Jessie grunted, "Jeez, sis! Fuck!... oh... ungh... fuck..."

Angie continued masturbating her with three fingers for a bit, then turned on the vibrator.

"Oh, shit!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes popped open, and she rocked her head forward, as her hips jerked and her stomach tightened up.

Angie ordered, "Keep working your breasts," and started jacking her fingers more vigorously in Jessie's stretched pussy, and with her other hand, began frigging her clit again. She kept that up for what seemed like a long time. Jessie started to shake, her face and chest coloring red, stomach muscles taut, chin on her chest.

"You close?" Angie asked.

"Uh huh," Jessie grunted out.

Her sister immediately removed her fingers and stopped frigging her. Jessie gasped. Instantly, Angie bent down and clamped onto her vagina and began sucking and tonguing her clit, working it tenaciously.

"Vibrator!" Jessie grunted.

Angie immediately reached a hand under her chin and pressed on the dildo, mashing it firmly in place. Jessie's whole body was shaking now. She abandoned her breasts and grabbed her sister's head, mashing her face into her cunt. Angie intensified her sucking and licking.

"Oh fuck! Oh-oh-oh-oh-gonna cum, gonna... unghhh... FUCK! CUMMMING! AGHHHHHH!" she screamed, shaking and spasming.

I hadn't realized it, but I was jacking like crazy.

Jessie exclaimed, "Okay, stop... stop...," but Angie kept going. Jessie yelped, "STOP, SIS!" and started pulling on Angie's hair, but Angie stayed latched on like a tick. Jessie whimpered, "Stop, sis, please stop," then less than a minute later, she exclaimed, "Oh, oh, ungh... OH, DON'T STOP! CUMMING AGAIN! OH, FUCK! AH, AH, AH... FUUUUCK!" she screamed, mashing Angie's face into her sex, shaking like crazy.

A few moments later, as she continued to spasm and twitch, she pleaded, "No more, sis, no more." This time, Angie released her, turned off the vibrator, slowly removed it, and sat up. Jessie's legs flopped to the bed, and she lay there, rocking her head side to side as her body continued to jerk and twitch in post-orgasmic spasms.

I had stopped jacking and was just sitting there, gripping my hard on, enthralled by what I had witnessed. Angie was working her neck around. She looked at me and grinned. Her face was shiny, smeared with saliva, oil, and Jessie's fluids.

"That's how it's done, love," she quipped.

It took me a second, but I came back with, "Fucking amazing. But you may have ruined her for me. She may never want to fuck me, again. Thanks a lot for that!" I groused, playfully.

In a very lustful, throaty voice, Angie countered, "Well, love, if she doesn't, I will!"

Jessie sat up on her elbows, "Sis, that was fucking unbelievable! But I ain't givin' up that cock... not in this lifetime!"

We laughed, and Angie sat back, unfolding her legs and stretching them over Jessie's. Then she looked at me, "Speaking of 'that cock', it looks like someone enjoyed the show."

Jessie looked at me, and looked at my cock. It was rock hard. She shook her head, "Baby, I'm sorry, but right now, if you put that thing in me, I guarantee you I'd have another orgasm, and I don't think I could stand that. I'm afraid I'd have a heart attack. My lesbo, slut sister is going to have handle that," she remarked.

Angie quickly volunteered, "Love, let me rinse off this oil, and I'll be happy to help you."

Jessie said, "I need to clean up, too, but I don't know if I can stand up, much less walk. My legs are still shaking."

As Angie headed to the shower, I stood and scooted my chair back. As Jessie sat up and swung her legs off the bed, I reached, scooped her up to carried her to the bathroom.

She giggled, then cooed in my ear, "Thank you, my love." Then as I carried her in, she asked, "Will you help me shower, too, before you go fuck my lesbo, slut sister?"

Angie was sitting on the toilet, and protested, "I didn't hear you complaining when you were cumming like a screaming banshee."

As I set Jessie on her feet, she laughed, "Oh, sis, I'm not complaining. Just callin' 'em like I see 'em. But seriously, that was amazing. I didn't want to do it, but I guess it's like the dildo in my ass. I didn't want to do that either, but found out I liked it. And I know you're not a lesbian, but if all the men in the world died tomorrow, you'd be one popular gal, 'cause - damn girl!"

Angie laughed as she got up from the commode, "You're right, sis, I'm not lesbian, and I've only done that a couple times... well, had it done to me, actually. I've never done it to someone else. I mean, I've performed a little cunny a couple times, never to climax, and I've never done what I did with you. So, you were my first. Mind if I join you in the shower?"

Jessie playfully responded, "Of course not. I think we've already established - 'three's company' in this household!"

I had started the shower and got the temp set while the girls were kibitzing. As we began helping each other clean up, Angie asked. "So, love, any special requests?"

"Special requests?" I asked.

"Mmm, hmm. After we get cleaned up, it's your turn. Is there anything special you would like to do, or have me do?"

"Actually, just being with you is more than special enough."

"Oh, that's sweet. Well, you think about it while we clean up."

I suggested, "Why don't you surprise me. But, tell you what, I need a snack and a drink. Why don't we take a break, first?"

As we got out of the shower, Jessie agreed a snack was a good idea.

As Angie grabbed a towel, she mused, "Hmm, surprise you? Okay. I have a couple ideas. Why don't you guys go get our snack ready while I decide exactly what I'm going to do to our boy scout, here."

"Now you're making me nervous," I kidded.

"Oh, you should be, love; you should be," Angie kidded back, but didn't 'sound' like she was kidding.

IV. EMOTIONAL MELTDOWN

Jessie slipped on a sleeping shirt, I put on a t-shirt and boxers, and we headed to the kitchen.

"So what do you want for a snack? We have the pizza," Jessie reminded me.

"Um, let's save that for later. I just want a light snack. I don't know what Angie is planning, and that might be too much food on my stomach," I kidded, then suggested, "How about some cheese and bread? And what do you want to drink?"

"Soda's fine for me."

"Okay. I'm gonna have a beer."

While Jessie started on the cheese and bread, I put a soda on ice for her, and grabbed a porter for me and put it in a cozie. As she was slicing cheese, I grabbed the French baguette she'd got out, and started slicing it. Jessie, stopped, put her knife down, and turned to me.

I asked, "What is it, doll?"

"Honey, are we getting too carried away... I mean with some of the sex stuff, the dirty talk and all?"

I set my knife down, and slipped my arms around her, "Sweetheart, I understand why you're asking that. I was concerned about that, too. I've been surprised by some of the things we've done, and I've had some 'misgivings' myself, but I thought about it, and here's the thing - all of this is just between us. And yeah, some of what we have done has 'pushed the envelope' for me, but I'm okay with that."

I released her waist and gently took hold of her shoulders, "Look, with the sex stuff, if we do things that others might find 'improper' or whatever, it don't mean squat, because 'others' aren't here, and we aren't imposing this on anyone else. So, if we enjoy... whatever it might be - a threesome, peeing, talking 'nasty'... it's just between us. Anything that doesn't harm us or distress us, and gives us pleasure, I'm fine with it... but no farm animals."

Jessie laughed and threw her arms around me, but at the same time, she was leaking tears, "Oh, my love, I, um... how did I get so lucky, so fortunate, to find you..."

"We, baby, how did we get so lucky? And that question doesn't matter. What matters is that 'we did' find each other; and what we do with that now - that's what matters."

Jessie was nodding her head, tears freely running down her cheeks. She looked at me, "Are we doing the right thing, now?" she asked, a quiver in her voice, doubt clouding her beautiful blue eyes.

"You mean with Angie?" She nodded. I answered, "Honey, my dearest love, you know how much I doubted this, this arrangement. But I no longer have doubts. You were so right about it - no matter how wrong it seemed to me at the time. You were brave, and put everything on the line for your sister, out of love. And I can't tell you how much I admire you for that. Your sister had lost everything, and was lost... existentially, to use a term from my 'college' education. Angie is very special, and deserved a second chance; and you came to her rescue, so unselfishly, willing to share what was most precious to you. That is the bravest thing I've ever seen anyone do..."

"Stop, stop. You're going to make me bawl... Damn it, I love you so much it hurts... I've got to stop crying... What's taking Angie so long?"

We heard a small voice answer, "I'm here," and Angie stepped around the corner into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face.

"Angie? What's wrong? What..." Jessie started.

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all!" she answered forcefully, and began crying even harder as she rushed to Jessie and fell into her arms, "Everything is so right, so completely right, because I have the best sister and the best man..." she choked up and broke down.

They hugged each other tightly, and I wrapped them both up in my arms and held them as they cried themselves out. When they had calmed down some, I guided them into chairs at the dining table, then got a box of tissues. I quietly went to the kitchen, got a soda for Angie, and ferried our snacks and drinks to the table.

Angie finally calmed down enough to explain why she was crying. "I was coming down the stairs to join you, and heard you having a serious conversation about the sex stuff... I stopped. I didn't want to interrupt. I started to go back upstairs, but... I'm sorry. My curiosity got the better of me, and I eavesdropped. I quietly came down and stood where I could hear you better. Then you started talking about me. And I knew I shouldn't be listening... but I couldn't stop. And... I'm glad I didn't, I..." she choked up and started crying again.

I quietly took a seat on the opposite side of Angie from Jessie, and joined her in comforting her sister, rubbing her neck and shoulders. It took a while, but finally, she calmed down.

"How about those Bears?" I lightly joked.

Jessie and Angie both laughed, and Angie turned and threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. She started to cry again. I thought, "Well, crap! That wasn't supposed to happen." I tried something else. I broke her death grip on me, tipped her chin up, and kissed her as warmly, as sweetly as I could, just with my lips. I kept kissing her, kept my lips pressed against hers, and my arms gently wrapped around her. Gradually, she stopped crying, brought her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, then slipped her tongue between my lips and began soul kissing me. We continued, locked together in a gentle but passionate embrace, till she was calm.

We separated, and I asked Jessie to pass me my beer and my snack. I'd set it beside her where I had intended to sit when I was setting the table. Instead, she moved our snacks and drinks and came to sit beside me.

We sat and snacked and finished our drinks, mostly in silence. Then Angie opened up.

"Connor, I can't tell you how moved I was by what you said about Jessie, and about how you feel about me and our situation. And I want you to know, I am more than grateful. In my life, I haven't experienced the kind of true, unselfish, unconditional love that I've experienced with both of you. Not with my parents... not even my dad showed me such love. He tried, but his love failed me when I didn't get my way. He would give in to keep me from being mad at him, and let me do things, get away with things that could hurt me, and would hurt me."

She reached for her sister's hand, looking her in the eyes, "But my Jessie, my 'big' little sister, always tried to protect me, keep me from doing the wrong thing, even when that meant butting heads with me. But she never condemned me when I did screw up; just stood by me and supported me - like now."

She turned to me, "And now, thanks to my sister, I have you in my life - a man who in many ways is like her - strong, kind, generous, loving, forgiving... I'm not going to cry, damn it... Okay, okay..."

Getting herself under control, she continued, "And you are like no man I've ever known... I was immediately attracted to you when I met you, and that attraction only grew after I got to know you; but that's not why I fell in love with you. I fell in love with you because you showed me such kindness and consideration, even when I was misbehaving, and you never compromised your relationship with my sister, no matter how I tempted you, showing your unconditional love and unshakeable commitment to her. I'd never seen anything like that from another man. It just made me love you more, desire you more. That's why I had to leave. But again, my Jessie didn't condemn me, didn't judge me; she just stood by me. So, thank you both, so, so much."

Good grief! Now Jessie was crying again. This had all been great, wonderful, but I knew we needed a change, we had to break this cycle.

So, I stood up and forcefully announced, "That's it. No more of this sentimental crap! I am going to insist, no demand, that we get up from this table, get naked, get in the hot tub, and smoke some dope!"

When I started, they both had shocked expressions on their faces, but Jessie quickly realized what I was doing.

She bolted from her chair, almost knocking it over, "Oh yeah! Well, fuck you! You think you can just boss us around like that; tell us what to do and we'll just go, 'Oh, yes master'... Next thing you know, after you get us stoned, you're going to force my poor, defenseless, vulnerable sister to go upstairs and let you do sick, despicable shit to her tender, voluptuous body, and you're going to force me to watch the whole, sordid thing, and probably make me masturbate while you're doing it!"

I lost it. I started laughing so hard I almost pissed myself, and Jessie broke up, too. After a few seconds, though, we both realized Angie was still sitting in her chair, elbows on the table, holding her face in her hands. We were momentarily taken aback and stopped in mid-laugh. Jessie put her hand on Angie's shoulder and started to say something.

Angie, keeping her face in her hands, started shaking her head back and forth, "No, no, no! Stop it! It's not right! This is all wrong, you guys." She sat up and looked at us, "First, Connor has to do whatever despicable things he's going to do to me, then we can get stoned!" she cracked and started cackling.

Jessie snapped, "You little bitch! We thought..." then caught herself, "You got us. That was pretty good, sis."

When Angie stopped laughing, she said, "I am serious though. I want us straight and sober for what I've got planned. But we can get stoned afterwards, if you want?"

V. MISTRESS ANGIE - THE DEBAUCHERY CONTINUES

This chapter's title is in jest... mostly - and is a personal dig aimed at me. Maybe I am a boy scout. I didn't know what Angie had come up with, but I was actually a little nervous. And while I've had a very active sex life with some unique experiences, I've never really done anything too kinky or weird. Now, however, I was rapidly expanding my sexual horizons and losing some of my inhibitions. With Jessie and Angie, I felt safe experimenting, and I couldn't imagine anything we could come up with that I wouldn't try, barring certain things that are just too out there for me - S&M, for example. I'm not condemning anyone for doing it. I just don't get it. Of course, there are a lot of things people do, and apparently enjoy, that I don't get, and that's okay.

That said, a few weeks ago, if you'd asked me what I thought about a man and a woman, a devoted, exclusive couple, sharing their love and their bed with another woman - especially a sister, I would have had nothing positive to say about it.... So what do I know?

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As we finished our snack break, Angie said she wanted to get ready for me, and that it would take a little time. She said she would let us know when to come up. I decided I wanted to have another beer.

Jessie got another soda and a porter for me, and as we sat and sipped our drinks, she asked, "So, are you excited to see what Angie has in store for you?"

"Mm hmm, and I guess I'm a little nervous, too... I mean, no telling what kinky thing she has planned. You were right about me being a boy scout. But I guess a lot of things in the past that I would have considered 'out there', I'm learning to think differently about, now."

"Like sharing your bed and your love with my sister?"

I smiled, "Yes, like that."

Jessie patted my hand, "A lot has happened in a short time... Do you realize, we had our first date less than five months ago?"

"Yep."

She asked, "Do you think it's all happened, is happening, too fast?"

I thought a moment, then answered, "You know how some projects take a lot longer than they should, things don't go right, mistakes are made, things get all screwed up?"

"Oh, yes, I know."

"Right. Then other jobs, everything falls into place, there are no missteps, problems are quickly solved, and bam, bam, bam - they're done?"

"Yeah, but those are rare," she answered.

"Mm hmm. Well, this was one of those - those rare situations, where all the pieces fit perfectly and everything just fell into place."

"That's a very good analogy, honey."

I joked, "That's why I get the big bucks."

She smacked my arm, "You conceited..."

Angie beckoned from upstairs, "Jessie, I need you. Have Connor wait downstairs till we call him. It will be a few."

"Saved by the bell," Jessie joked, and headed upstairs.

I sat and finished my beer, and it sounded like I had some time to kill, so I grabbed another one. I sat and sipped that one till I finished it, and was debating whether to have another when Jessie finally called me, "Come on up, honey."

As I entered the bedroom, Jessie was standing at the end of the bed. I wasn't prepared for how she was dressed. And 'dressed' is probably the wrong term. She was wearing an all-white, matching bra and panty set - a lacy, unlined, see-thru set with scalloped edges. The plunge bra's edges dipped down across Jessie's firm globes, just encasing her dark areolae which were visible through the gauzy material. The matching panty featured scalloped edges all around, was cut high on the sides, and the waist ran low across her pelvis, just barely containing her plush pubic mound. I didn't know she owned a set like that. I was certain she didn't own the accompanying garter belt that strapped at the waist, right below her navel, and supported lacy, nylon stockings that reached to high mid-thigh. White CFM heels finished the ensemble. She had on a substantial amount of makeup and dark red lipstick. Her hair was brushed out, and hanging down around her shoulders. She had a very 'Victoria's Secrets' look - stunning, gorgeous, and sexy as hell.

The bedroom was set up like before, with low lighting and candles, and the club chair was positioned next to the bed. Oriental sounding music was playing - like you would hear in an old film noir scene of a Thai opium den or similar. The music wasn't anything we owned - apparently something Angie provided.

"Wow!" I remarked.

Jessie smiled, then replied. "I have instructions for you. You are to clean up, thoroughly - make sure you're nice and clean 'everywhere'; and brush your teeth - get rid of the beer smell."

I answered in a tentative, questioning voice, "Okay..."

"It's going to be fun," she assured me. "Close the bathroom door, and let me know when you're ready."

I nodded and headed into the bathroom to get clean 'everywhere'. When I was ready, I let Jessie know.

"Just a second," she answered, then a few seconds later, using a low, sexy voice, obviously adopted for this - whatever 'this' was, she instructed, "Man whore, enter Mistress Angie's boudoir."

When I entered the bedroom, Jessie was standing by the chair, right hand on her hip.

I asked, "Where's Angie?"

Jessie smiled, then went stone-faced, and in a low, harsh voice, she barked, "That's 'Mistress' Angie to you, man whore. Now, shut up, and get your useless ass on the bed. And take off the stupid boxers." (I don't why I'd put them back on after cleaning up - habit I guess.) "Get in the center, lie down on your back. There's an eye mask on the pillow. Put that on, and wait for the Mistress."

Before I could respond to that, Jessie snapped, "Don't ask any stupid questions, fuck toy! Keep your mouth shut." Then she lifted her left hand from behind the chair and revealed one of my wide, western-style belts I wear with jeans, and slapped it on the back of the chair. With a theatrical sneer, and a hint of glee in her voice, she revealed, "I've been instructed to punish you if you disobey... Don't stand there gawking at me; move it! Lie down, now!"

I did as instructed. I wasn't actually afraid Jessie would use the belt on me, but as they say, "Discretion is the better part of valor."

As I crawled on the bed, I noticed that the one nightstand had a bunch of 'stuff' on it - a bottle and a tube, both of which I assumed were types of lube; a hand towel, folded over, with something between the folds; several more hand towels neatly folded and stacked; and several wet, folded washcloths in a tray. What the hell had I let myself in for? I briefly imagined some kind of S & M scenario, but didn't see any handcuffs, whips, or leather dildos. So, hopefully we were just talking 'kinky', not 'sick'.

I had momentarily paused as I looked at the nightstand, wondering what was wrapped in the hand towel, when Jessie slapped the chair with my belt. I got the message and quickly lay down, snagging the sleeping mask and putting it on as I went. I didn't hear her come in, but as soon as I had stretched out, I heard Angie address Jessie in a sultry, yet imperious tone.

"My little, love whore, are you ready to do my bidding?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Jessie answered submissively.

"Prepare my fuck puppet for me. Relieve his excess sexual energy. He must not ejaculate too quickly if he is to service me properly."

"Yes, Mistress. How shall I do this?"

Angie, um, 'Mistress', sounding exasperated, opined, "Silly, useless whore... Fuck him! Suck his thing, ride it. Make him lick your dirty slit and fuck it - whatever makes him shoot his semen in you and relieve his sexual 'pressure'. Now strip, Do it quickly. I don't want to be kept waiting."

"Yes, Mistress; right away, Mistress," Jessie quickly answered.

After a minute, I felt Jessie crawl on the bed. She lifted my head and removed my pillow, then instructed me to scoot down a little. Next I felt her knees beside my shoulders and her long hair caressing my hips and groin. She grasped my cock, which was mostly flaccid, and roughly sucked it into her mouth to the back of her throat, then with her hand jacking in unison, she fucked my cock till it started to swell. Then, she released it, and I felt her move. Next, I felt her ass and her sex cover my face.

"Lick my pussy, my ass. Get my cunt ready. Fuck them with your tongue. You can use your hands," she instructed, then grabbed my cock and began fellatio, again.

When she did, it moved her vulva off my face, away from me, "I need a couple pillows..." I started.

I felt a hand immediately grab my hair and roughly jerk my head up, then felt several pillows being shoved behind me, propping me up.

"Helpless, stupid, fuck puppet. Good thing your fuck stick is useful," Mistress muttered.

Honestly, she was doing a superb characterization of a dominatrix - like one I'd seen in an arthouse film. I felt Angie move a little, and her buttocks mashed against my face. I reflexively grasped her hips and buried my face in her sex. She was already vigorously working my cock, so I got busy. We performed 69 until I was thoroughly excited, and Jessie was apparently ready. She moved and repositioned, preparing to ride me cowgirl. She slathered my cock up with lube, then proceeded to work it into her vagina. She settled onto me, pausing to adjust, then started riding me. I removed the extra pillows from behind my head and lay back.

"Play with my tits, fuck puppet," Jessie ordered.

I complied, found her breasts, and began aggressively working her nipples. She continued riding me for some time, grunting and moaning. Otherwise, there was only the sound of the music playing.

Mistress broke the silence, "This is taking too long. Useless whore, stop! Sit still. Fuck slave, bend your knees; spread your legs."

I complied. I felt movement on the bed, then felt a gooped up finger invade my anus, then another. She worked them around for several seconds, then wedged a third in stretching my ass.

I grunted, "Ugh, shit..."

"Shut up!" Angie snapped, then unceremoniously jerked her fingers out.

Next, I felt something hard mashed against my butthole. I thought it was Jessie's vibrator dildo. Angie pushed and twisted. My ass was stretched. This wasn't her dildo. Then it was stretched more, a lot more, and suddenly, something big, popped in.

"Shit! What the fuck is that?" I yelped.

Angie slapped my leg - hard. "It's a butt plug. Stop whining, or I'll get the 'big' one," she threatened.

"Oh shit!" I thought, and immediately shut up. Then I about freaked. She turned the damned thing on. It was a vibrator.

"Holy shit," I yelped again.

She slapped my leg again, and snapped at Jessie, "Get busy, whore. Make him cum."

Angie addressed me, "Hurry up, fuck puppet. Shoot your filthy semen in her cunt."

"Okay," I grunted.

She grabbed my throat, and hissed, "That's not how you address me."

"Uh, yes, Mistress," I quickly corrected.

"Better." Then I felt her hair envelop my head; and next, her warm breath on my face as she leaned down, captured my mouth, snaked her tongue between my lips and forcefully kissed me, still firmly gripping my throat.

Jessie was riding me faster now. With the butt plug vibrating in my ass, Jessie humping me, her tight vagina gripping my cock, and Angie kissing me; it all started to have a serious effect. I felt the cum rising in me as my groin tightened up. My cock swelled to its fullest, and my hips reflexively tried to thrust up.

"He's cumming," Jessie panted.

Angie broke our kiss and growled, "Fill her nasty cunt!" then attacked my mouth again.

I started shaking, and unloaded. Jessie dropped down and sat still, then began squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles, 'milking' it. After cumming, I spasmed a couple times then relaxed.

Angie released my throat, and stood. She patted my face, "Good little, fuck slave. You're ready for Mistress Angie, now."

She directed Jessie, "Get off him. Go drain his semen out of your cunt, then come clean him up and prepare him for me."

"Yes, Mistress," Jessie replied as she abruptly lifted off me and got off the bed.

Next, I felt Angie's hand between my legs. She turned off the vibrator, then worked the butt plug out of my ass. It felt like it was four inches wide.

I grunted, "Ugh, fuck."

'Mistress' Angie, in full-blown 'dominatrix' nastiness, sniped in a condescending voice, "Oh, did that hurt your little, ass cunt?" Then she sneered, "You're lucky I used lube. Next time I'll shove it in dry!" For good measure, she smacked me hard on my leg, again.

Jessie returned and cleaned me up with a wet washcloth, then dried me off. As she did, I felt movement at the end of the bed. Then I felt Jessie leave the bed.

Next, Angie directed me, "Okay, fuck puppet, sit up and scoot back." As I sat up, she asked, "Did you enjoy emptying your balls in my slut assistant."

"Yes, very... I mean, yes, Mistress, very much."

"Think you can maintain an erection for longer than two minutes, now?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Remove your blindfold."

Angie was standing near the end of the bed, directly in front of me, hands on her hips, feet wide apart. Jessie was behind her, with her hands on Angie's hips, stabilizing her because she had on CFM's with four inch heels, and it was difficult for her to balance on the bed. She was done up similar to Jessie - hair brushed out and flowing around her shoulders, dramatic makeup, lacy bra and panties, and a garter belt and nylons - except she was decked out all in black. And her panties were the V-shaped type that dipped down in the middle to the edge of the vulva, and rode up over the hips to a thong in back. Accompanying them was a shelf bra that left her areolae and most of her full, mounded breasts fully exposed. She looked stunning; and standing there, looming above me, she looked every bit the part of a dominatrix. I was impressed by what she had come up with so far. It was erotic, sexy, and a little scary, but extremely entertaining.

After giving me a moment to look her over, without breaking eye contact with me, she addressed Jessie, "Get these heels off my feet." As Jessie started unstrapping her heels, Angie put a hand on Jessie's shoulder for balance.

Once the heels were off, she walked up, straddling my legs, until she was a couple feet in front of my face, leaving me staring directly at her panty-clad vulva. I slowly looked up, letting my gaze travel up her body to her lovely breasts, pausing at her puffy nipples so erotically displayed; then I continued up till I was looking at her dramatically beautiful face. She was looking down. When we made eye contact, she reached and grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my face up directly at hers.

"Remove my stockings, garters and panties. Be quick."

She held onto my hair, using my head to brace herself as I undid her garters and removed her panties and nylons. When I finished, she released my hair, and maintaining eye contact, she removed her bra and tossed it aside. She grabbed my hair again and forced my head forward, pressing my face into her bald vulva, "Kiss it, slave, lick it," she commanded.

I brought my hands up and grasped her hips, then started kissing and licking her bald mound and as much of her sex as I could reach. After a few moments, she released my hair, turned around, and straddling me, bent over, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. She didn't give any further instructions, and I didn't need any. I took my hands and spread her ass cheeks, then attacked her pucker, licking and probing it.

"Don't forget my cunt," she prompted. Then she addressed Jessie, who was still standing at the end of the bed, "Entertain me, wench. Dance; play with yourself."

Jessie answered in her lustful, subservient voice, "Yes, Mistress Angie."

I wanted to look at Jessie, watch her dance and 'play with herself', but couldn't, as I had my face buried between Angie's butt cheeks, licking, probing, and sucking her vagina and ass.

A moan escaped Angie and she gave a small shudder, "Yes, good... you're not totally useless... un, un... mmm... okay, that's good. Get your tongue out of my ass. Get off the bed," she ordered as she straightened up.

"Stop dancing, whore. Help me down," she directed at Jessie.

"Yes, Mistress."

After getting off the bed, Angie turned to me, put her hand behind my head, and soul kissed me, but tenderly, warmly; then she leaned back, and briefly breaking character, asked, "Okay, so far?"

"Amazing," I replied.

She gave a small smile, then turned to Jessie, "Sis?"

"This is fun," Jessie answered.

Angie wrapped Jessie up and kissed her like she had me. Jessie briefly hesitated, then returned Angie's embrace. They kissed for several moments, and my cock, which had been partially soft, started to swell in reaction. I instinctively stepped forward and pressed against Angie, mashing my partial erection between her ass cheeks; and reaching around her, I wrapped up both women in my arms, mashing us together. Angie reached back with one hand, found my ass cheek and pressed me against her. I took a hand and moved Angie's hair to one side, then kissed her neck. Gradually, she ended the kiss and we released each other.

"Good concubines," she said in a soft, but controlling voice. "Now, you will both pleasure me," she announced as she crawled on the bed. She grabbed two pillows, placed them against the headboard and leaned back. She spread her legs and brought her knees up, then commanded Jessie, "Cum slut, get my toys and the bottle of lube, and get between my legs."

Jessie unfolded the hand towel and grabbed two dildo's and the lube, then got on her knees between Angie's thighs. I saw the 'big' butt plug Angie had referred to earlier - good grief! I was glad she hadn't carried out that threat.

Angie spread her legs and drew her knees up as Jessie positioned herself between them.

Angie instructed her, "Set those aside. Now, warm me up. Lick my cunt; fuck it with your tongue."

Jessie was obviously surprised, and not prepared for this. I was pretty certain she had never done that - engaged a woman's sex.

When Jessie hesitated, Angie, without breaking eye contact with her, said to me, "Fuck slave, get the belt. I think my little cum slut needs encouragement."

Jessie responded, "Um, no, I um..."

Angie snidely asked, "You think my cunt smells, or are you too good to service your mistress?"

"No, Mistress!" Jessie submissively responded, then scooted back and bent down.

Jessie's hair immediately fell around Angie's crotch. I couldn't see, and without thinking, I reached and gathered her hair and pulled it to the side.

Angie looked at me and winked, "Get a scrunchy."

I nodded, found one on Jessie's makeup dresser, got her hair gathered up and tucked it through the scrunchy.

Jessie had placed her hands on her sister's hips and was kissing her smooth mound and working down to her labia. I could see the reticence, the tentativeness in her actions, but she continued. She stuck her tongue out and gave a lick, then another. Gradually, she started licking, kissing, and nibbling on Angie's lips. Finally, she poked her tongue in her vagina. Briefly, she lifted her head, and requested a pillow. I grabbed one, Angie lifted her hips, and I slipped it under her butt. Jessie then planted her face between her sister's thighs and went to work, no longer tentative.

Angie moaned, "Good little cunt licker." Then growled, "Don't stop till you bring me off,"

Jessie was now fully into performing cunnilingus, fucking her sister's vagina with her long tongue, then attacking her clit, sucking and tonguing it. Angie's hips jerked, and her hand's flew to Jessie's head.

"Ungh, fuck... un, un, yes... fuck... my ass, too," Angie grunted.

I was standing watching, mesmerized by the sight of my Jessie fucking her sister's cunt. I couldn't believe it. My hand instinctively went to my cock and started to jack it.

Angie saw that, "Not yet, fuck toy! Don't touch your 'thing' till I tell you."

"Yes, Mistress."

She turned her attention back to Jessie, "Ungh, un, yes... Suck that clit... fuck my ass with your finger... yes... another... ngh... one more... ughh, good. Jack them... yesss... lick my little dick, suck it... harder... yes... fuck, yessss!" Angie hissed as her hips twitched. She mashed her sister's face into her sex as she curled forward, eyes squeezed shut, straining as she started to spasm. "Ugh, ungh, keep... doing... fuck, close!" Angie started shaking, "Oh, oh, gonna... gonna... OH, CUMMING, AHHHHH!" she exclaimed as her legs shook. Then she pushed Jessie off her cunt and flopped back, continuing to jerk and twitch with intermittent spasms. As she came down, she relaxed and let her legs fall to the bed.

She opened her eyes, "Mistress needs a moment. You may clean up," she informed Jessie, then closed her eyes again.

Jessie got off the bed, and I handed her a washcloth. She silently cleaned her hand. I took that cloth and handed her a fresh one, gesturing at her face. Jessie felt her face, realized it was smeared with saliva and her sister's juices, and blushed. She took the fresh washcloth, briefly made eye contact with me, then looked down, as she wiped her face. I gathered that she was embarrassed.

I tipped her chin up, "That was amazing," I softly remarked.

She gave a small shrug, "Not what I expected. Um, not at all."

"Fun, huh?" I remarked, "Feeling her respond, bringing her to climax?"

Jessie nodded, and finally a small smile came to her lips, "I see why you like doing it."

Angie had recovered, and resumed role play, "You did good. Now stop dawdling, and prepare me for my next pleasure." She addressed Jessie, "Okay, my little cunt licker, prepare the toys, lube them up and work the small one in my ass first, then the bigger one in my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," Jessie answered.

Angie turned to me, "Fuck puppet, get in the chair. Watch my bitch slave fuck me with these toys, and get that cock ready to service me."

"Yes, Mistress," I smiled.

"Wipe that smile off your face. This is for my pleasure, not yours," she barked.

I grinned, "Oh, of course, Mistress."

She grinned back, then scowled, "I'll punish you for your insolence, later."

As Jessie started to get on the bed, Angie directed her to get on the other side of her, "Get beside me, next to my hip." Jessie got in position and lubed up the smaller dildo, then began working it into Angie's ass. It was bigger than Jessie's vibrator dildo - thicker, and about an inch longer - at least six inches long. It was shaped more like a cock, and I could see it was also a vibrator (Jessie's vibrator is more of a wand - smooth, no more than five inches long, and no more than an inch thick). Next, Jessie lubed up the thicker dildo and worked it into her vagina, stretching it. It wasn't much longer, but quite a bit thicker. Once it was buried, Angie instructed her to turn them both on. When she did, Angie gasped and her hips jerked.

"Ungh, fuck," she grunted, then to Jessie, "Turn up the one in my cunt... ungh, good... now, start jacking the one in my ass, slowly, very slowly... oh... fuck... okay... faster now... good, like that."

She turned to me, "Jack that cock. Get it ready for me," she ordered.

I was slowly jacking, watching, amazed at the erotic, sordid scene in front of me.

After a very short time, Angie directed, "Turn them off. Get the small one out of my butt, and work the bigger one in... add some lube."

Jessie did as told, and I took the small dildo from her and laid it on a used washcloth. As she worked the bigger one in Angie's ass, she gasped.

"Ahh! Fuck... keep going... ungh, un huh. Okay good, remove the pillow." She lifted up and Jessie removed the pillow, then Angie commanded me, "Fuck puppet, get over here. Get your cock in me."

As I crawled on the bed, Jessie started to get up. Angie grabbed her arm, "Stay and watch."

As I moved into position, Angie spread her legs wider, drawing her knees up and tilting her vulva. She instructed me, "Get your cock in me. Once it's partway in, reach and turn the dildo on."

I looked and saw a little knob on the end.

She watched as I started to enter her, "You don't look hard..."

"I will get hard as soon as I get my cock in your lovely, tight vagina, Mistress."

She gave a knowing nod and wryly smiled, "Of course you will."

I gripped my shaft, supporting it, and pressed my cockhead against Angie's slippery, open lips and pushed. My cockhead slipped in, and I the felt the heat from her vagina. As soon as I was in a few inches, I turned the dildo on. I immediately felt the vibration, and slowly buried my cock in her. In no time, I was rock hard.

Angie groaned, "Oh, fuck... ughh... so fucking full... Start slowly. I don't want to cum, and don't you dare."

I nodded as I set up a slow, steady pace, stroking in and out of her snug tunnel - made even tighter by the intrusion of the dildo in her ass, pushing against her vaginal wall.

"Sis, wash the other dildo. Get it ready and bring it back with you, then get back on the bed. I want you to watch this."

Jessie nodded and got off the bed. I looked at Angie. She was playing with her puffy nipples, rolling and tweaking them. She met my gaze.

"I love you, Connor," she stated, simply and quietly.

I replied, "I love you, too, Angela, very much."

Angie smiled, then urged, "Okay, love, pick up the pace a little, but be ready. When I say, you're going to quickly remove your cock from my 'lovely, tight cunt', turn off the dildo in my ass, carefully remove it, then be ready to switch."

I nodded, picked up my pace and started thrusting a little more purposefully, but not pounding her. Jessie returned with the smaller dildo and got on the bed next to us.

Angie nodded at the nightstand, "Can you reach that tube of lube?"

I nodded and retrieved it.

"Hand it to Jessie. Sis, use the bottle of lube on the small dildo... oh, ungh, getting close... um, just enough to get it slick... mmm, fuck... Then when Connor pulls out of me and pulls the dildo out of my ass, quickly work... ungh, ungh... the small dildo in my pussy, then use the tube stuff, and slather up his cock... just... a sec... okay, now, now!"

I pulled out of her, reached down, turned off the dildo and slowly removed it. Jessie immediately inserted the small dildo in her vagina. It easily slipped in. Then she squeezed some lube out of the tube and started rubbing it on my cockhead. It was thick, gooey. She squeezed some more out and coated my shaft.

Angie was up on her elbows, watching. As soon as Jessie finished, Angie directed me, "Okay, love, easy now, work that fat head into my ass."

"What?" I exclaimed

(I know - what the hell did I think we were doing, but honestly, it hadn't dawned on me yet.)

"Hurry, before I tighten up."

I grabbed my sticky shaft and aimed my cockhead at her anus, rocked forward till I was pressing against it, then carefully pushed.

"Okay, easy... easy... OH SHIT! STOP!" she yelped as my head lurched past her sphincter. "Fuck... give me a second... Okay, keep going, slowly... slowly... okay, no more. That's good for now. Very slowly, start stroking, and I'll let you know when to go deeper."

She lay back on her pillows, obviously trying to relax. I slowly stroked back and forth. It was incredibly tight. If I hadn't cum earlier, I don't think I'd have lasted a minute.

As I stroked, I asked, "Don't you usually do this doggy?"

Angie gave me a smoldering look, "My love, I wanted to watch you fuck me, fuck me in my ass. I've only done this a few times... ughh, ungh... And yes, always doggy... un, un, mmm... yeah, you can go a little deeper... But those didn't matter. Giving my ass to you matters to me... Oh, oh... no, you're fine. You can go a little deeper. Just, ungh, keep slowly working deeper."

I kept stroking, and very slowly going deeper. As I did, I felt Angie relax. Soon I was gently coming up against her thighs and buttocks. I couldn't believe I was all the way in her. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jessie. She was staring at where my cock was thrusting in and out of her sister's ass. As I looked at her, she reached a hand to one of Angie's breasts, then looked down at her, reached her other hand, grasped her other breast and started kneading both of them, then moved to her nipples. Angie nodded and smiled.

She continued to grunt and moan, and was now starting to jink her hips in little spasms, and her face and chest were starting to color. When she would spasm, her anus would contract. It was almost overstimulating.

"Sis, turn it on," Angie grunted.

Jessie reached and switched on the dildo in her vagina. Angie's reaction was immediate.

"Oh, fuck! Okay, love, fuck me now. I'm gonna cum fast..."

I started thrusting faster and shortened my strokes, but stayed deep, continuing to lightly smack against her ass. It was all too stimulating. I was afraid I was going to cum too soon, and I warned her, grunting, "I'm close, too."

Angie's body was starting to shake, and she nodded as she exclaimed, "Almost... there... ho-hold out... just... another... minute... ughhhh, fuuuck... Oh-oh-gonna-cum-gonna-cum," she warned, and I started thrusting faster. She curled forward, and Jessie released her breasts.

I immediately started thrusting in short, rapid strokes. Her hands flew to my head, grabbing hands full of my hair, pulling on it painfully. Her body was shaking, convulsing in powerful spasms as her orgasm plowed through her. Her breasts shook erotically on her chest. I was now pounding her, on the verge of climaxing.

She screamed, "AGHH-CUM-M-MING... FU-U-UCK! FILL-MY-ASS-S-S-S-S!"

Within seconds, I exploded, shooting semen deep into Angie's clenching anus. Then I buried my cock in her as she continued to spasm and shake, anus clamping down. My cock felt like it was being strangled. My groin continued to contract in spasms until I was empty, and could cum no more.

Angie grunted, "Can't stop cumming... Sis, vibrator, off!"

Jessie snaked her hand between my groin and Angie's pussy, and turned off the dildo.

Angie continued to spasm in intermittent fits. Her face was practically purple. Gradually, she started to come down. She finally released my hair and slowly lay back, but continued to occasionally twitch with aftershocks. Eventually, she relaxed and her legs dropped to the bed. She had closed her eyes, and was taking slow, purposeful breaths through pursed lips. I felt her anus relax, and after a minute or more, without opening her eyes or moving, she spoke to me.

"Connor, baby, very slowly, ease out."

I was still almost fully erect, and my groin ached from such an intense and powerful climax. I slowly, incrementally pulled back till my cockhead finally slipped past her sphincter and popped free. Her hips lurched as it did.

She opened her eyes, and looked at Jessie, "Sis, the dildo, please."

Jessie slipped the dildo out.

"Go clean up, then come help me, please," Angie softly requested, and closed her eyes again.

I went and cleaned up, and Jessie washed her hands and the dildos.

I asked Jessie, "Honey, would you get the shower started. I'll get Angie."

She nodded, and I headed to the bedroom. I leaned over and told Angie to put her arms around my neck, then reached under her shoulders and knees, pulling her over closer to the edge of the bed where I could pick her up. I lifted her up, and as I cradled her in my arms, she buried her head in the crook of my neck. Her body was trembling, vibrating.

Jessie had the rain head and both wands going. Angie had me set her on the commode first. Jessie was already shampooing her hair while I waited on Angie. When she was finished, she reached for me, and I helped her into the shower. She wrapped her arms around me and held me. Jessie took shampoo and started doing her sister's hair. Gradually we all showered. After we dried off, the girls slipped on sleeping shirts, I put on a t-shirt and boxers, and we headed downstairs.

VI. AFTERMATH

Without asking, I pulled the pizza from the fridge and turned the oven on, then got us glasses of ice and poured sodas. I handed them sodas, then sat. We sipped our drinks in silence. When the oven beeped, I got up, put the pizza in, and set the timer to 12 minutes, enough to get it hot without overcooking it or drying it out, then I went and sat.

Angie put a hand on mine, "Well, love?"

I covered her hand, and answered, "That was incredible. Everything - the whole crazy, erotic, dominatrix thing; the sex; everything; then the last... I don't have words. I can't believe you did that... were able to do that; and it was incredible."

She smiled, "That was all for you, love." She turned to Jessie, "And, sis, thank you. You were amazing, fantastic - how well you fell into your role, what you did. You made it perfect." Angie turned to me, "We didn't discuss everything I was going to do. Um, mostly, I was making it up as I went along. I just had a basic idea of what I wanted to do, and how I wanted to 'finish'. All I told Jessie was the basic theme of what I planned, and had her dress how I wanted. That was it."

Looking at each of them in turn, I responded, "Well, I can't tell you how surprising the whole thing was for me, and it was an experience I'll never forget." Then I turned to Jessie, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Thank you, honey. You were absolutely wonderful, amazing." After a pause, I kidded, "And thank you for being a terrific 'slut whore, cunt licker, cum slut..."

She slapped my arm, but grinned.

Angie spoke up, "So, sis, was that the first time you ever performed cunnilingus?"

Jessie playfully snapped, "Yes, sis! That was first time. Thanks for the heads up, you little shit!"

Angie just grinned, "Where would the fun in that have been?"

Jessie chuckled, then asked, "You knew I'd never done that. Why did you ask?"

Angie replied in a serious manner, "Oh... well, I was just surprised at how very good you were at it. I suspected you must have had quite a bit of practice..."

Jessie barked, "You bitch!" and reached to smack her on the arm, but Angie drew back too quickly.

She calmly countered, "That's Mistress Bitch, if you please."

We cracked up. My timer dinged. I retrieved the pizza, and we dug in. For some reason, we had worked up quite an appetite.

As we ate, Angie made an admission, "Sis, I don't know if you'll be mad when I tell you this, but I thought you should know..."

Jessie asked, "What?"

"I had not planned for you to do oral on me. I was just going to have you get me ready for anal with the dildos. I didn't even think of it, till right at that moment. It was literally on a whim that I told you warm me up. Even then, that was all I was going to try to get you to do. I didn't think you would. Then when you actually started doing it, I got excited, and I decided to see if I could get you bring me off. And you did. You were amazing. I couldn't believe how well you did it. I know it's not a compliment you would want or seek, but you were fantastic. If all the men died, tomorrow, I'd have competition," she finished playfully. When Jessie just sat there, eating her pizza and not saying anything, Angie worriedly ventured, "I'm sorry. I hope you're not mad at me, I just..."

Jessie dropped her slice of pizza in her plate, and stared at her sister, "You hope I'm not mad at you. You tricked me into fucking your cunt with my mouth. You had me 'queering off' with you, going all lesbo on 'my own sister'! And you hope I'm not mad?"

Angie was shocked, aghast, speechless. I was stunned.

Jessie picked up her pizza, started to take a bite, stopped, looked at her sister again, and remarked, "Actually, I was quite surprised at how fun it was, how exhilarating it was to bring you off like that... GOTCHA!"

Angie flipped out, "OH! You little cunt!" she yelled, came out of her seat and started to attack Jessie, then fell on her, cackling, "That was good, sis. You got me. You got me back!"

As they hugged and laughed, I realized that I was strung tighter than a bow string. I was sitting upright in my chair, ready to try and intervene. I relaxed and fell back, laughing to myself, thinking, "I'm never playing poker with either one of these gals!"

We ended the night in the hot tub with pot but no alcohol. And I think we only shared three joints. Afterwards, we made our way upstairs, rinsed off, and got ready for bed. Without discussing it, we all crawled into 'our' bed to go to sleep... our pee-soaked bed. (We'd cleaned it as best we could and dried it out, and put an extra mattress cover on it.) The new mattress I ordered wouldn't arrive till after New Year's - along with a couple 'moisture proof' mattress pads. We found ones that would supposedly not make that annoying 'crinkly plastic' sound.

(Side Note: It may sound incredulous that three adults need a 'pee-proof' mattress pad... but if that's the only thing you found incredulous so far... I don't think I want to visit the planet you're from.)

Anyway, this was the last time we did something as kinky and sexually extreme as the 'Mistress Angie Dominatrix' thing...

... for almost a month.

EPILOGUE

As I write this, it's the end of April and the first anniversary of my unique journey - my move across country, and starting my life over. Along the way, I've experienced a lot, learned a lot, and grown in many ways. I've found happiness and contentment - the lack of which, was the impetus behind my decision to make this journey and this dramatic change in my life; which has brought me to the place I find myself in today.

Over the last several months, there have been quite a few developments. In no particular order:

Jessie and I set a date. Our wedding will be held on the last Saturday in June. So far, the guest list is over 120, but I don't expect that number to hold. Fortunately for me, Jessie, Angie, and Beckie are handling everything. My only job is to write checks, and show up on the appointed day.

I guess the biggest news in my personal life is that Jessie, the day of our wedding, is going off the pill. I'm conflicted. I turn 38 this year, and I'm not sure about attempting fatherhood at this point in my life. Of course, I can't imagine a more wonderful woman to attempt it with, and I have no doubts about her as a prospective mother.

Jessup is taking early retirement at the end of next year, and is winding down his business. He and Beckie are going to try their hand at traveling. (They're going to start out with my travel trailer and see if that works for them.) Jessie will absorb some of his crew, and inherit some of his equipment. Which brings up our business.

We're doing even better than I expected. I am no longer actively conducting real estate business - that is, I don't do sales. I am focused solely on my property acquisition and development enterprise. Angie now handles all of the real estate listings and sales. Through the course of this year, she is going to get her broker's license, and begin hiring agents to work under her.

We've identified our first candidate - one who works at the agency that I hired Denise from. She recommended him, saying he is a great young man, very professional, and that he has an excellent, customer satisfaction rating. We recently, and discreetly, contacted him, and he is eager to come to work for us - he is as disenchanted with his employer as Denise was. We plan to bring him aboard the first of August. I just want to get Angie better prepared to take on the role of a broker first, and I'm training her for that now.

In preparation for possible motherhood, and to afford us the opportunity to do some traveling and vacationing of our own (something, that for the most part, neither of us has done), Jessie is working towards transitioning to the role of a manager, and stepping back from her hands-on, construction duties. She is currently running three crews, with her directly in charge of one, and Miguel and Chuck heading the other two. She is conflicted about making this change, but it's her decision, and I am staying out of it, only lending my full support to whatever she decides (though you can guess what I'm pulling for. Of course a pregnancy might make that decision for her.)

You may be wondering about Angie. Well, we are four months into our 'arrangement', and there have been a few significant developments:

Financially, Angie is doing well. We had paid off all her debt last November, and we project she will have us reimbursed by the end of this year. She has been able to secure a couple credit cards, and finance a car through our bank (I sold her the Miata, 'on paper'). Also, about three miles from us, we found and purchased a very nice, 2100 square-foot, three bedroom home on a large lot, and Angie loves it. It's a late 2000's build with a decent design, but it had been trashed, mostly superficial damage - sheetrock kicked in, light fixtures ripped out, carpets destroyed, etc. We're going to do an extensive reno on it, remodeling it to Angie's specifications. When it's ready, she will move into it, then we'll sell it to her when she is able to qualify for a mortgage, which will probably be sometime next year.

Now about our 'arrangement'. Well, it's a little complicated, but not in a bad way. Jessie, Angie and I have remarkably become a 'triple'. We are all comfortable with our unique situation and our unique relationships. I am more surprised by that than anybody. And even when Angie moves out, we have made no plans to dissolve our 'union'. She probably wouldn't even be moving out, if it wasn't for the fact that we couldn't explain her staying here after she's able to be on her own (specifically to her parents). Jessie and I have talked about this, privately, and very mutually reached the decision that it was up to Angie when she is ready to move on. Angie, for her part, has assured us that she eventually wants to, but is happy with us, with sharing me, and that she doesn't want to force anything as long as we are comfortable with her being a part of our family.

She says when she meets someone special, she won't hesitate to pursue a relationship. In fact, she has been on five or six dates in the last couple months - recently, two with the same guy, whom she says she enjoys doing things with, and will continue to date him. She stressed that she doesn't feel 'that way' about him yet, but is keeping an open mind. When she started dating, she assured us that if anything led to a sexual situation, maximum precautions would be observed.

As for Jessie, she is still the amazing woman I met a year ago - and the 'most' amazing woman I've ever met. But there have been some changes with her. Besides planning an attempt to have a child, and seriously considering a change in her professional duties, she is preparing to become my 'official' wife and a prospective mother. And that has brought some changes to our life together - most of them good... mostly. She has become more focused on our health, which has led to less sunning, and more sunscreen; a better, healthier diet, and a lot less drinking; and more focus on physical fitness - she has started running with me. If she quits doing construction, she is going to run more and join me when I work out. She does occasionally, now, but doesn't really need to, not with her job.

Anyway, I said 'mostly'. Besides curtailing our drinking, she is limiting our pot consumption, Of course, I'm actually fine with that... but my beer, my Long Islands, my margaritas... and my pizza! Oh well, I guess I just have to tell myself, "Mmm, yummy salad!"

As for me, I didn't know I could ever be this happy. I love being back in P-cola. Seattle's a great city, but I never really adjusted to the climate there - too many gray, drizzly days; and it is a sprawling, congested metropolis. The Pensacola area has grown, but I still like it much better in that regard.

My business, our business, is on track to be successful enough to support and sustain the lifestyle I've been accustomed to, and that we now enjoy. Of course, this market, even with all the surrounding area, is much smaller than what I had available in Seattle, but so far, so good. And we are developing a couple ideas for additional endeavors in the future, so I have no concerns in that area.

As for helping military families, that is working out well. Coordinating with Reba at the Navy housing office, we identify the military families - mostly lower-income, junior and midlevel enlisted with children, that are most in need of what I have to offer. For the houses that I target for military families, I carry them as 'pocket' listings (not put in MLS), so not available to the general public; and I do a similar thing for the rental properties, again coordinating with Reba.

As for my love life - do I really need to say anything about that? I will say this: Thank goodness our Christmas/New Year's holiday time off didn't last another day. I wouldn't have survived it. With us all getting back to work, I ended up with a more sustainable, manageable demand for my 'services'. Okay, actually, that's about my sex life. My love life is just as unbelievable. How many men have a woman like Jessie in their life? And how many have 'two' women like Jessie in their life? And yes, Angie has become more like Jessie - more mature, responsible, and such. But she is still uniquely 'Angie', which is a good thing.

So, that wraps up my story, and brings me to the end of this journey - 'my' journey. Now, I am setting out on a new journey - 'our' journey, which promises to be filled with new challenges, adventures, revelations, and discoveries - of which one will be who 'our' includes - children? Angie? Who knows, maybe I'll add another woman... just kidding.

There is no chance in hell!

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AT JOURNEY'S END