Carrie Minberg, Female, 21

	- Narrator, Bitterwood graduate

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'6, 140lbs, curly back-length dark-red hair

Donnie, Male, 23

	- Senior at Harvard / Cal-Berkeley, brother of Lacy

	- Beige skin, 5'10, 180lbs, short blonde hair

Lacy, Female, 22

	- Junior at UC-Santa Cruz, sister of Donnie

	- Rich-tanned beige skin, 5'7, 145lbs, back-length bleached-blonde hair

Lacy and I found a pretty good compromise. We became close friends who shared a bed once or twice a week, no-pressure moments of affection mixed in. We were both content and enjoyed the freedom of that balance. With her school and my work, and a sprinkling of nights with Donnie, it was a rhythm which worked great. Two friends-with-benefits relationships kept me busy and sated.

I took up jogging again, and Lacy often joined me. The surrounding area was a paradise of tall trees and earthy scents. Coast and mountains so close together you could see the Pacific from some of our runs through the hills.

It was during those weeks that I learned that I was highly aroused by the scents of a sweaty person. It started with Lacy, but I would later find that I enjoyed it with men, as well.

We'd put in about five miles through a huge redwood forest, up and down challenging mountain trails. We stopped to rest atop a long, high ridge which was dense and close with foliage. A small bench sat isolated beside the small track that ran another mile or so before rapidly descending and rounding back toward the parking area.

We sat heavily, breathing hard in the cold air. Lacy leaned into me and I wrapped an arm over her shoulder as her head rested on the upper part of my chest. I sighed, sore but happy as we rested. I saw her inhale deeply a couple of times, thought little of it.

Despite the cold morning, I found myself sweating heavily under my jogging clothes. I had a sweater over my upper body, but my lower was only covered by the black spandex bottoms I wore. Lacy was dressed similarly, and it was only the rough jog that kept our legs warm.

She snuggled closer and I heard her inhale again, and again. She purred, her arm resting on my leg suddenly. She looked up at me grinning, said, “I want to eat you.”

I looked at her a moment, shook my head, “no... too cold for that... and I've been sweating all morning. When we get back, sure...”

Her hand moved quickly to my crotch, cupped my genitals firmly. “How about this...” She slid down, had my thighs parted before I could stop her. She leaned in again and I was certain she sniffed my sweaty crotch this time. Lacy shuddered, pushed her face against my pussy, and used her lips to massage my vulva and clit.

It was highly arousing, steam rising as her breath came in short bursts, her nose and mouth rubbing against my covered crotch. I felt myself grow wet, knew my discharge was becoming sticky in my sweat-soaked panties. Lacy hummed against me, my hips writhing to the touch. Her hands ran up and around my hips and thighs, and despite the gloves she wore, the sensation added to my arousal.

I gasped, her tongue finding my clit through the fabric. I bucked, again, again, cried out, and came against Lacy's face. The blonde stopped only when the sensation became overwhelming and I forced her head away. She grinned at me, leaned in again, sniffed me deeply, gave my crotch a long, deliberate lick.

I pulled her up and kissed her. The smell of my sweaty body clung to her face and I inhaled myself, found I was very turned on. I wanted to sniff the blonde's own aroma. I turned and pushed her down onto the bench as I sank down between her knees. She whispered, “oh, yes...” and spread herself wide.

The dark jogging pants showed no sign of the wetness I knew I'd find. I put my nose against her crotch and inhaled. Warm musk and brine hit my nose and I shivered. It wasn't the cold. Lacy's sweaty body turned me on tremendously.

I followed her example and started to rub and suck against her crotch. The blonde's body moved against me, the smells of her pussy and sweaty flesh soaking through and sliding into my nose and onto my tongue. Her clit strained against the fabric and I soon had her humping my face as her pleasure mounted.

Lacy cried out, took my head in her hands, and ground herself against me, climaxing hard as I was overcome with her aroma. Her pussy creamed her panties as I lapped and rubbed her genitals. Her thighs held my head tight as she came, the woman's body becoming quickly slack and relaxed. I inhaled one last time, shuddered, and managed to dump myself onto the bench beside her. Lacy wrapped her arms around me and it took some time before we were able to rise and set off on the long, mostly-downhill trek back to her car.

- - -

Work was monotonous but easy, and it paid well. For a few months, my life settled into a comfortable rhythm which left me largely content. I thought occasionally about going back to school, but I wasn't ready yet to give that another try.

I made a few other friends, no one I had sex with at that time. Lacy and Donnie gave me more than enough attention, and best of all, I had access to a penis and a pussy, and no real interest in finding someone else. The relationships were close, especially with Lacy, but there was no commitment. Donnie continued to date Geneva, though she was often away working on research, and I had yet to see her since coming to California. Lacy had a couple of nights with guys she knew but it was only sex. I wasn't jealous. In fact, I loved to finger myself while she described, in excellent detail, each of her encounters.

Classes finished up in May of that year, and Lacy threw a party to celebrate. It was a three-day event, several of her classmates and Donnie's staying in tents on her property. I helped make appetizers and packed coolers with beer and mixers. It was a lot of fun, bonfires, people playing guitar and making out in shadows. A few joints made the rounds and Lacy and I excused ourselves a couple of times to get off quickly.

Donnie knew.

He wasn't mad or jealous. In fact, he seemed amused that I was sleeping with his sister. While Lacy showered after I'd just fingered her to two orgasms, I returned outside and Donnie took my hand. He had an odd smile that said he knew something interesting and I strolled with him out to a more private area near the rear of the property.

“So... I wondered if you and Lacy were fooling around. Not surprised.” His hand slipped evenly over my ass.

“Um...” I stuttered. “Sorry?”

“No need. Just...” he laughed lightly, “kinda strange to be fucking someone who is fucking my sister.”

I was a bit unsure what to do. He didn't appear upset, but it I'm sure it was very strange indeed.

Donnie glanced around, pulled me to him. His erect penis pushed into my thigh through his pants. “Got some energy left for me?”

I purred and let his hands explore my body. Unspoken was the knowledge that I hadn't washed up after fingering Lacy, and the smell of her body was likely still strong on my flesh. Donnie's fingers slipped into my pants and found my cunt dripping and swollen. I sighed and leaned back against a tree.

He pulled my jeans down past my thighs, panties too, and sank to his knees, pushing his face against my sticky crotch. Donnie lapped me passionately, letting his tongue slurp up my juices, the wetness which his sister had inspired. I moaned, tried to keep my voice low, let him bring me quickly to a rushing orgasm.

I'd barely come down when he stood and unzipped his corduroys, his penis hard and swollen. Donnie quickly slipped a condom over his cock and turned me around. I grabbed the tree, bent over, and offered him my wet cunt.

He penetrated my vagina in one long, deliberate stroke. I barely held back a loud moan as Donnie grunted and started to fuck me. He held my hips as he humped, his cock churning my pussy, hot and slick and drooling down one leg.

Donnie's body started to become tense. I could see movement closer to where the party still raged, but it seemed no one was close by. Donnie's grunts became insistent. I clasped my pussy around his penis, felt him swell inside me. His groin slapped against my ass over and over, his balls hammering my clit in rhythm.

Donnie let out a long, low growl and unloaded inside the condom. He stroked me through his orgasm, hands holding my hips tight. He finally held still, his cock drooling the last of his cum into the rubber, his penis pulsing in my raw cunt.

He pulled out and ripped off the condom, tossed it into the woods. Donnie brought me up, my knees weak, and kissed me. I didn't tell him that his sister had been kissing my lips only moments before.

There was definitely a secret thrill, a taboo line which had been crossed, by having sex with Lacy and then her brother. Oh, I suppose Donnie knew. He had to know, but it was unspoken, and I felt a shudder of pleasure at having had both of them so close together. They were both wonderful lovers and I hoped it they would each be willing to share me with the other.

We returned our clothes to respectable conditions and walked back toward the party.

Donnie spoke up, “Geneva's back tomorrow. Hope she'll want to come out here when she gets in. Been a month since I've seen her.”

“That would be great. I haven't seen her in a long time, she was a good friend. We shared some... uh... some fun times... over there.” I didn't elaborate, more out of growing exhaustion than a desire to keep the details of the foursome I shared with Geneva, Elise, and Germond from Donnie.

As we reached the edge of the tents, Donnie paused, planted a kiss on my lips and a firm, friendly smack on my ass. “Think I'm gonna turn in for the night shortly. Enjoyed that.”

I kissed his nose, smiled, “me too. Night, Donnie.”

He peeled off toward where he'd pitched his tent, and I wandered through the partiers, occasionally stopping to chat briefly before heading on. I found myself sitting on the porch watching the closest bonfire. Lacy joined me wearing a nightgown and offered me a steaming cup of cocoa.

“Penny,” she said with a smile.

“What?”

“For your thoughts. You look like you're zoning out on something.”

“Oh... just tired. This has been a great party, loads of fun.”

“Thanks. This is just day one. Wanna wake and bake with me tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.” I kissed her cheek. “Share my bed tonight?”

“Would love to.”

I sipped cocoa a moment before Lacy asked, “you and Donnie were enjoying yourselves earlier, yah?” There didn't seem to be judgement in the question, but I felt tense anyway.

“Uh... yeah, we did.”

“Kinda strange to think you are sleeping with me... and my brother.” Her thoughts sounded much like Donnie's. “Not a problem... just strange.”

“I... I don't know what to say.”

“Nothing needed. Like I said, not a problem.” She smiled again. “Guess it runs in the family.”

I didn't understand. “What does?”

“The desire to get in your pants.”

She purred and settled against me. I wondered at how fine a line there might be between 'strange' and 'fucked up.'