Losing Control
Surprise Visit
Greg didn't look forward to the long week awaiting him. If Saturday's session of the business conference was any indication of the rest of the week, he expected to be bored out of his mind.
Usually he enjoyed these conferences; they often hired funny and witty speakers, an absolute must when dealing with a topic as dry as real estate. It also gave him a chance to talk to others in the industry and gather some refreshing ideas to bring back to the board. While this conference so far qualified on both of those accounts, it just felt different somehow.
When he was honest with himself, he knew exactly why he didn't enjoy it like he usually did. Allison wasn't there with him.
It never bothered him before. Back when he was still married to his first wife, he had never had as much fun with her as with Allison, so he didn't notice the contrast so much. Then with Allison, there just wasn't the love there until recently. No, more accurately, he just didn't recognize the love there. But since that realization a couple of months ago, he wanted to spend every waking moment with her. It was like an adolescent crush, a heartsick longing. In short, Gregory Primdale was madly in love with his wife.
At least the accommodations were nice. He had a large room in a luxury hotel, really more like a small apartment. It had a living room with included kitchen/dining room, a separate bedroom, a well-stocked bar, big screen TV, and a bathroom including a spacious jacuzzi bath.
That reminded him of how much Allison liked sitting in the hot tub at home. Unfortunately the kids were almost always around when he was home, so he didn't get much chance to be alone with his wife in the house, but in the rare occasions when they did, he loved to soak naked in the hot tub with her, hugging and kissing and groping and fondling and horsing around. After they could stand it no longer, they got out, dried themselves off, and hurried upstairs to the bedroom to make passionate love to each other. Sometimes they never made it as far as the stairs, but had sex right on the floor of the rec room.
Maybe he could arrange for Jeff and Brit to spend some time at the Williams house as soon as he got back from the conference. That would at least give him something to look forward to this week.
As he sat alone in his posh hotel room on Saturday night watching nothing in particular on the TV, he felt lonely. It didn't really bother him because it was just a temporary separation from his family, but he still wished he were back home right now. Even if he couldn't spend time alone with Allison, he missed his children just as much.
He had been sitting there like that feeling sorry for himself for over an hour when he head a knock at the door. That surprised him; no one he knew was within a hundred miles of him right now. It was probably just some member of the hotel staff with some minor detail that he needed to deal with.
He got up out of the chair and headed across the room to the door. When he opened it, he stared in shock. It was Rachael.
She had a couple of friends with her, one a gorgeous blonde about Rachael's age, and the other a brunette who was slightly younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen. Rachael carried a black duffel bag.
"I'll bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?" asked Rachael.
"No I didn't," he said, still staring.
"Well, may we come in?"
"Um, sure." He stepped aside and let the three of them enter. They glanced around the room.
"Very nice," Rachael commented. "Yes, this will do perfectly."
"What do you mean?" asked Greg.
She reached into her coat pocket and withdrew an envelope, handing it to Greg. He opened it and pulled out the letter inside. It was in Allison's handwriting.
"Dearest Greg," it read, "If you're reading this letter, it means I'm unable to be with you for the moment. I don't want you to feel lonely, so I've given this letter to Rachael to be used by her at her discretion. Don't worry about going behind my back; I give you permission to take full advantage of her presence in any way that the two of you would like. Yes, that means sex. Have fun. Your devoted wife, Allison. P.S. She hinted to me as I was writing this that she might invite a friend or two along, and that's fine with me too."
Greg laughed. "Allison never ceases to amaze me," he said.
"She wrote that and gave it to me when I visited you in September," Rachael explained. "When I found out you were going to be all by yourself at a business conference for a week, I knew I just had to come see you. Unfortunately, I only have the weekend off, but at least we can make the most of it. So what do you think?"
"I think I'm going to have to take Allison up on her offer," he grinned.
Rachael peeked into the bedroom, her eyes fastening on the bed. "Good," she said. "Big enough for the four of us. We're going to have all kinds of fun. Oh, by the way, this is Paula and her little sister Nancy."
"It's nice to meet you," he said.
"You too, Greg," replied Paula.
"Knowing Rachael, I'm not surprised she talked you two into this, but I'm curious, how did she do it?"
"Paula lost a bet," Rachael explained. "I bet her I could give her five orgasms in less than an hour. It took me fifty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds. And when Nancy found out that we were coming to visit you, she refused to stay behind. She's just as much a slut as I am."
That's hard to believe, Greg wanted to say, but decided it wouldn't be polite.
"I know what you're thinking," Rachael grinned. "You're thinking, 'that's hard to believe.'"
Greg laughed. "In those exact words, even."
"Well then, I'll leave it up to Nancy to prove it."
"My pleasure," said Nancy.
"No, I'm pretty sure it will be my pleasure," replied Greg.
"Yes, that too."
"So Greg," said Paula, "we've had a long day, what with our flight and all. Is it all right if we take a shower?"
"Only if I can join you," he replied with a grin.
Nancy laughed. "You were right, Rachael. Greg's a real flirt."
That surprised him. He had never considered himself a flirt before. Just the opposite, in fact. Certainly he would never have made that kind of comment a couple of years ago. It was Allison's doing, of course. She had changed him, and now for the first time he realized just how far he had come.
"Greg?" asked Nancy, sensing his hesitation. "Are you all right?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Fine. I was just thinking about my wife."
"Uh oh," said Paula. "You're not suddenly having a moral crisis, are you?"
He laughed. "Oh, no, nothing like that. I mean, I love her and everything, but as long as she's willing to write that kind of letter, I might as well enjoy myself, right? I just mean, until I met her, I would have never even thought of doing something like this."
"Allison has that effect on people," Rachael smiled.
"She certainly does. So anyway, how about that shower?"
"Do you think there's room enough for the four of us?" asked Nancy.
"I hope not," Rachael replied. "I hope the only way to fit us all in is to squeeze us in like sardines."
"I like the way your mind thinks," said Paula. "Even if it's too big, maybe we can pretend it's a lot smaller."
"Paula, Nancy, why don't you two undress Greg?" Rachael suggested. "I'm going to get the hot water started."
"Okay!" Nancy eagerly exclaimed. As Rachael picked up her duffel bag and headed into the bathroom, the two sisters quickly approached Greg and reached for the buttons on his shirt. They hurried and unfastened them, then slipped it off of him. Both girls ran their hands over his chest.
"Nice," Paula commented. "You're sure you're forty? You look pretty young for your age."
"That's what everyone always says," he nodded.
"And you're very fit, too," Nancy added.
"I do a little working out. I bought my son some exercise equipment last year and I've gotten as much use out of it as he has."
"It's done its job. Of course, no amount of working out is going to affect the part of you I'm interested in."
"And he certainly gets a workout on that part!" Rachael called from the bathroom. "Allison gives me all the sordid details, plus I get in my share of time with him every time I go visit him."
"Well then, let's have a look at it," Paula smiled, kneeling in front of him and unfastening his belt. Nancy continued running her hands all over his chest as her sister unzipped his pants and dropped it to the floor. She then reached for his shorts, but Nancy slapped her hand away.
"My turn," she insisted.
Paula consented, but instead of rising to her feet, she simply moved to the side to allow her sister room to kneel in front of Greg. Nancy grabbed his shorts and with one swift motion dropped them to the floor, exposing him completely to their view.
"That looks nice and tasty," said Paula. "You know, I'm kind of glad I lost that bet. "What do you think, Nancy?"
In response, Nancy stuck out her tongue, leaned in, and licked all over his cock. Greg groaned in pleasure as she ran her tongue over it.
"Hey, don't start the meal just yet," said Rachael, emerging from the bathroom completely nude. "We haven't even gotten in the shower yet."
"Good point," said Paula, grabbing Nancy and pulling her away from Greg. Nancy gave a disappointed groan, but the two girls stood up and started undressing each other. Greg watched with delight as they pulled each other's shirts off, then leaned in and pressed their chests together so that they could reach around each other's backs to unfasten their bras.
"Rachael says you have a thing for sisters," Paula told him.
"I just have a thing for gorgeous women," Greg replied. "It just so happens that Rachael and Allison like to have fun in front of me, so who am I to complain?"
"Well then, you don't mind if we do this then," said Nancy, leaning in and kissing her sister fully on the lips. The two girls made out passionately in front of him, while at the same time slipping each other's bras off, leaving their chests totally bare as they rubbed their bodies together. Greg couldn't help but grin at the sight in front of him.
Still kissing, they slid their hands down each other's bodies and unfastened each other's skirts. Soon, these fell down around their feet and they stepped out of them. Then Nancy knelt in front of her sister, reached out, and slid the girl's panties down. She leaned in and kissed her right on the pussy.
"My little sister is insanely good with her mouth," Paula told Greg. "But I guess you're going to find that out soon enough."
"I just can't get enough pussy or cock," said Nancy. She finished her job by pulling down Paula's socks until her sister could step out of them, then stood up. Paula then knelt in front of her sister and removed her panties and socks as well. She returned the favor, kissing Nancy between the legs. Then she rose to her feet, and the two girls turned to face Greg, side by side with their arms around each other's waists.
He gazed delightedly at their bodies. Paula had a larger bust and more curvaceous hips than her little sister, but Nancy's body had a youthful charm that was very appealing. Both girls had no hair between their legs, just like Rachael.
He stepped forward. "Do you mind?" he asked, reaching out and squeezing one of Paula's breasts with one hand while he did the same to Nancy with the other. Both girls giggled as he did so.
"Looks like he approves," Nancy commented, then reached out and grasped his cock with her hand.
"There will be plenty of time for that later," said Rachael. "Let's get in the shower first."
The four of them headed into the bathroom. The shower was fairly large, but with the four of them there wasn't much room to move around. Greg certainly didn't mind. He was about to be surrounded on all sides by lovely, soft, girl flesh.
Rachael stepped in first, then motioned for Greg to follow her. He stepped in, reached his arm around Rachael's waist, and drew her in for a kiss. While he was kissing her, he felt one of the other girls pressing her body up against his back. A moment later he heard the shower door close, and knew that they were all in.
They took turns standing under the water, having to squeeze past each other's bodies as they did so. As the four of them began soaping each other up, the feeling of sliding past one another grew more and more pleasurable. Greg loved the feel of their soapy boobs against his chest, and the slippery trail he left against their thighs with his cock as he moved past them.
Greg took the opportunity to grope the girls' bodies. They didn't seem to mind, and in fact accepted his touches with enthusiasm. He let his hands wander all over their chests and backs, sometimes slipping them between their legs. In return, the girls took turns grabbing his cock with a soapy hand and giving it a few strokes.
As he fondled Nancy's boobs, Rachael led Paula to the far end of the shower. "Get down on your knees," she commanded.
Paula giggled, but knelt down in front of Rachael, who grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust her hips into the girl's face. Paula immediately started licking at her cunt.
"She has to do everything I say this weekend," Rachael explained. "All a part of the bet. Believe me, I plan to take full advantage of it."
"Looks like you are already," Greg grinned.
"Exactly."
As Paula orally pleasured Rachael, Greg let his hand slide between Nancy's legs. Her eyes went wide and she grinned with delight as he fingered her there. He had never claimed to be an expert at lovemaking, but he had had several sexual partners in the past few years, and knew the types of things that women enjoyed. He let his fingers run over her clit for a few minutes, teasing and toying with it and watching the reactions in Nancy's body. She closed her eyes and smiled, her breathing growing heavier.
Instinctively, her hands went to her own breasts, and she began to knead them as Greg worked her over. He continued fingering her as she mewled in pleasure from the ministrations of his hands. When he slipped a finger inside, she gasped in delight. Greg moved that finger in and out of her pussy, fucking her as effectively as if he used his cock.
Nearby, Rachael was making some of the same sounds as Nancy. She had her own eyes closed and moaned as Paula ate her out. Greg glanced over, loving the sight of the two girls going at it like that. Although at the moment his cock was sadly free of attention, the sheer intensity of the erotic feeling in the air was enough that he just knew that if any of the girls were to touch his member at that moment, he would go off.
A moment later, Rachael cried out as her orgasm hit. She thrust her hips forward, mashing her thigh against Paula's face, and trembled with the force of her climax. Her body slumped, and she would have fallen if she didn't lean back against the wall. Paula continued to attack her pussy until the last vestiges of the orgasm drained from Rachael, then stood back up to hug and kiss her deeply.
A minute later, Nancy achieved a similar climax. As her body built to it, Greg could see that her legs were about to give out, so he quickly moved behind her and wrapped his free hand around her waist to hold her up. He was right; as her orgasm hit, her feet shot out from under her, and only his arm holding her up kept her from dropping to the floor. She gave out one last strangled moan as she lay back against his chest, pressing her hot body up against his as she tensed up in frenzied excitement.
After it was over, she rested in his arms like that for a minute. She was getting heavy, and Greg feared that his strength might give out before she set her feet down again, but fortunately it didn't last long. She stood up, then turned around and hugged him.
"That was wonderful," she said, then brought her head around and kissed him on the lips.
"I vote we adjourn to the bedroom," Paula suggested, and everyone seemed to be in agreement.
They finished rinsing the soap off of their bodies, spending a minute to wash each other's backs (and fronts), then Greg turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower.
"Let's see if we have enough towels," said Greg, moving toward the cupboard.
"Who needs towels?" Rachael asked. She reached into her bag and withdrew a blow dryer. "Once I discovered how good this feels, I never used a towel again." She plugged it in and held it out to Greg. "Care to do the honors?" she asked.
He was more than happy to help her like that. He turned it on and aimed it at her, running it all over her skin. The other two girls came over and huddled next to her so that he could dry them all at the same time. He loved seeing them like this, dripping wet but slowly drying as the heat bathed their skin. He watched the water droplets running down their bodies, or fleeing to the side, chased by the air from the dryer. As he worked, the girls used their hands to massage one another, sometimes fondling each other's breasts or pussies. He knew he would never forget the sight as long as he lived.
They began passing the dryer around so that Greg could get in on the action. When Paula took it from his hands and turned it back on him, he discovered just why Rachael liked it so much. The hot air felt so soothing, but also kind of sexy in a way, especially with a gorgeous girl doing it to him. Of course, the girls weren't idle with their hands either. They gently caressed his back and his chest, a wonderfully pleasant sensation. Rachael grabbed his cock, and he was glad it had settled down somewhat since the shower, or he would have spurted all over her. He didn't want to climax until he had it inside one of their bodies.
Finally, once they were all dry, the girls took his hands and led him into the bedroom.
"Now just lie down here and relax," Rachael told him. "We're going to take care of you, aren't we, girls?"
"Speak for yourself," said Nancy. "I'm going to take care of myself. It's just that I'll use his body to do it."
"That works for me too," Greg smiled, climbing onto the bed. He lay down on his back, resting his head on the pillow.
The girls climbed onto the bed, Nancy and Paula beside him and Rachael bent over the foot of the bed with her head aligned with his cock. She grabbed it, then lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, letting it run all over the head. The two sisters also moved in to lick along the shaft on both sides. Greg groaned in excitement as the three girls orally pleasured him. He watched in erotic fascination, loving the sight and feel of it.
Nancy reached out and took his scrotum in her hand, toying with his balls. She used a firm yet not too tight of a touch, obviously knowing where to draw the line. She didn't want to hurt him after all. He could tell that this wasn't the first time she had done this to a man.
Rachael's mouth engulfed the head and she began to suck on it. Inside her mouth she continued to tease it with her tongue, causing more groans from Greg. He knew from experience just how good she was with her lips.
They continued to tease him like that until he started groaning in pleasure. Then they let up, grinning at him.
"I think we ought to stop now, or this party will be over before it even gets started," said Rachael. "While I don't mind a load of cum down my throat, I can think of a better use for that particular part of his anatomy. So now the only question is who gets to have that big, meaty cock shoved up inside their pussy," said Rachael.
"Count me out," said Nancy. "Not that I have anything against you, Greg, but I mentioned that I like the taste of pussy and the taste of cock. Getting to taste both at the same time is an opportunity I just can't pass up."
"Well then," said Rachael, "You and I have already done it before, Greg, so why don't we mix things up a little? Paula, do you want him to fuck you?"
"Absolutely!" Paula exclaimed with delight.
"Can I warm you up?" asked Nancy.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," said Paula. She lay down on the bed next to Greg, and Nancy maneuvered herself between her sister's legs. She stuck out her tongue and began running it all over the girl's pussy. Paula hummed in contentment as her little sister ate her out. Greg watched in excitement at the sapphic display in front of him. He had long since surrendered himself to the fact that he liked lesbians. He still had some moral issues with it, but he couldn't deny that there was just something beautiful and erotic about two women showing their love for one another in such an intimate way.
Nancy used her fingers to gently pry apart her big sister's pussy lips, thrusting her tongue inside and licking her all over. She wriggled her tongue energetically, causing her sister to squeal with delight. Nancy paid particular attention to Paula's clitoris, flicking her tongue against it repeatedly, eliciting a gasp of pleasure each time. Paula's body reacted reflexively, jumping every time her sister touched her clit.
While Nancy worked on her sister, Rachael took Greg's cock in her hand and gently stroked it. She used long, slow, leisurely strokes, not enough to get him off but just enough to keep him aroused. He relaxed and enjoyed her ministrations as he watched the two sisters going at it beside him. Rachael apparently knew what she was doing; while he was anxious to bury himself deep inside of Paula, Rachael kept him at a slow simmer, ready at any time to take it to the next level.
Finally, Paula sat up. "I'm ready," she said. Nancy drew back, giving her sister room to maneuver.
Paula climbed up onto Greg, straddling his legs. Rachael maneuvered herself behind her, reached between her legs and grabbed Greg's cock, pointing it upward. Paula lowered herself onto him, helping Rachael adjust the position so that it lined up correctly. A moment later, he felt himself entering her, squeezing into her tight hole.
"Ooh!" she groaned as he penetrated her.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," he smiled. He let Paula do the work, bouncing up and down on him. He reached out with his hands and fondled her breasts, enjoying the softness of them between his fingers.
Rachael climbed on top of him behind Paula. She slipped her own hands around Paula's body to thrust them under Greg's hands on her breasts. Paula leaned back with a dreamy look on her face as Rachael kissed her on the neck. It was an intensely erotic sight, seeing the two women in such an intimate embrace, especially since he had his cock buried inside one of them at the same time. He loved the feel of Paula's body wrapped around his shaft, the spongy softness of her breasts in his hands, and the beautiful view of her body before his eyes.
Rachael stuck out her tongue and touched it to Paula's neck, causing the girl to jump at the contact. As she did so, her body tightened up, her pussy squeezing Greg's cock and sending an electric thrill of pleasure through his body. He gasped at the sensation, then laughed with Paula.
"If I'm going to get that kind of reaction out of you, maybe I ought to do it again," said Rachael. She did.
Nancy, meanwhile, was hardly idle. She had been lying next to Greg, fingering her own pussy. She rolled over and kissed him on the lips, thrusting her tongue inside. Greg removed his hands from her big sister's body to wrap them around Nancy and hug her to him. He ran his hands over her back as he basked in the delightful warmth of her breasts against his chest.
She continued to kiss him passionately for a few minutes, then finally drew back. She gave him a wink, then lowered her head and kissed him on the chin. She didn't stop there, though, but continued down to his neck. When she stuck out her tongue and touched it to his neck, he jumped just like Paula had, his hips thrusting upward into Paula's body and causing her to gasp.
"It works from this end too," said Nancy as the others chuckled. She continued lowering her mouth along his body, kissing him all over the chest. Greg lay there and let her work her magic on him. It was better than a massage, though he couldn't exactly call it relaxing, considering that it tended to work him up instead of calming him down. Nancy sure knew how to use her mouth.
She made it to his stomach, and kissed him lightly there. He had always been a little ticklish, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sensation.
"Ooh, I can see this is going to be fun," said Nancy, then dug her fingers into his side. He burst out laughing, which had the thrilling effect of thrusting his hips up with each laugh.
"Let's see if Paula is the same way," said Rachael, lowering her hands to the girl's sides and tickling her just as mercilessly. Paula shrieked and giggled, which made her bounce up and down on his cock rapidly. The overall effect was intensely pleasurable, despite the torment of the tickles.
"No more!" Paula finally begged, and Rachael removed her hands from her sides and returned them to her breasts, where she continued to squeeze and massage them. Paula sighed with relief, freed from the torture. Nancy also mercifully removed her hands from Greg, but she returned her lips to his stomach to continue kissing him. This, while still ticklish, was at least bearable, especially knowing where she was headed.
As she passed his navel, he groaned with anticipation. With Paula's pussy wrapped around his cock and Nancy's tongue licking the shaft, he wasn't sure how long he would last. Of course, he wasn't exactly trying to hold out. When it came to it, he would just let it happen.
Finally the girl reached her goal, and Greg felt her tongue brush against the base of his cock, right where it entered Paula's body. Nancy made long strokes with her tongue, and Greg realized that she was licking not only him, but her big sister at the same time. From the look of delight on Paula's face and her squeals of pleasure at the end of each stroke, he could guess exactly where those licks ended up.
"Mmm," Nancy hummed, as if dining on her favorite food. No doubt she enjoyed this, though probably not as much as Greg or Nancy did. Of course, Nancy had her hands between her own legs, so she wasn't exactly left out of the fun.
After a few minutes of licking the two lovers, Nancy began moving up her sister's body, kissing her way up as she had kissed her way down Greg's. He watched in delight, the thought of forbidden lust between the two girls adding to the excitement. It wasn't the first time he had seen sisters making love; Allison and Rachael had given him a number of shows during Rachael's last visit to the Primdale house. He just couldn't get over the thrill of the idea though. The double perversion of lesbianism and incest added a certain eroticism far beyond either of them alone.
When Nancy reached Paula's breasts, Rachael moved her hands to the side to give the girl access to the nipples. To his delight, Nancy moved her head out of the way to give Greg a great view as she licked Paula's nipples from the side. She flicked her tongue against them, causing Paula to jump like she had before. By now though, Paula was too lost in the pleasure to give an embarrassed laugh. She had her head thrown back over Rachael's shoulder, her eyes closed and cute little moans coming from her open mouth.
Nancy spent a few minutes licking her sister's boobs, then continued kissing up her body, to her neck, her chin, and finally her lips. The girls kissed each other with incestuous passion, continuing their exciting display. Paula turned her head to the side so that Nancy's face wouldn't cover her own from Greg's view. He loved watching them, and from their enthusiasm he could tell that they loved showing off for him. He could see their tongues running all over each other's as they penetrated one another's mouths.
Finally, Nancy broke it off. "I think I'll go around again," she said, beginning to kiss down her sister's body once more. She spent several minutes on Paula's breasts again, but this time she moved around to the other side and focused on the one she had neglected previously. Her tongue teased it mercilessly as she reached out with her other hand and squeezed the other boob gently.
Paula looked ecstatic at this multiple pleasure. With Greg's cock shoved up her pussy and both of her breasts being stimulated by Rachael and Nancy, no wonder she had a broad grin on her face as she moaned loudly.
Eventually, Nancy left her sister's chest and made her way down her body again, toward the center of the action where Greg and Paula were locked together. When she reached that focal point, she began licking with wild abandon at both of their bodies. She slurped at her sister's clit and ran her tongue all over the base of Greg's shaft as the two lovers writhed and squirmed. Greg loved the intensity of the feeling between his legs, stimulated both by Paula's pussy and Nancy's tongue. He knew it wouldn't be long before it finished him off.
To his surprise and delight, Paula arrived at that point first. Without warning, her moans suddenly elevated into screams of pleasure, and the involuntary movements of her body became wild and almost violent. Her body tensed up, shuddering in insane sexual overdrive as her orgasm hit. Greg felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, squeezing it like a vise.
That was enough to push him over the edge as well. His hips thrust upward powerfully as his own body locked up. He let out a strained groan as the intensely erotic feeling washed over him, shutting down all of his senses but the feeling between his legs. He felt his cock twitch inside of Paula, releasing its load. Again and again it jerked, spewing out its seed.
Nancy redoubled her efforts, eagerly lapping at the fluids leaking from her sister's pussy. She gave a delighted moan as she took it into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. Greg had never seen someone eat cum so enthusiastically, Rachael included. But Nancy seemed to enjoy it immensely, especially coming from her sister's cunt. He watched in fascination at Nancy's eagerness.
Eventually, Paula collapsed in exhaustion. His cock slipped from her body, and she lay down on the bed next to him. But that didn't mean the fun was over. Nancy followed her sister's body, lying down between her legs and covering her pussy with her mouth as she sucked the juices out. Rachael knelt down between Greg's legs and set to work cleaning him with her tongue.
After a few minutes, Rachael and Nancy rose back up from their tasks. The two of them glanced at each other with a grin, then leaned in and started licking off each other's faces, making sure not to waste any of the cum that hadn't yet made its way into their mouths. Once they finished, Nancy lay down next to her sister and Rachael lay down next to Greg. The four of them wrapped their arms around each other and basked in the warmth and softness of their bodies.
As the girls one by one dropped off to sleep, Greg smiled to himself. If only Allison could see him now. He still missed her, but having sex with three gorgeous women definitely took the edge off his loneliness. Whatever the next week might bring, he could no longer say that he hadn't enjoyed himself.
Fantasy Fulfilled
It was still night when Jeff awoke, so he must have slept only a couple of hours. He lay together with Brit and Allison in the same position as when they went to sleep. Brit was still on top of him, slumbering peacefully. Jeff reached out and wiped away a stray hair that had fallen across her face.
Next to them, Allison still lay on her side, but she had removed her hand from Brit's back and was rubbing herself between her legs. Her eyes were closed, but Jeff could tell that she was enjoying herself.
Brit stirred, then opened her eyes. She glanced around groggily, then spied Jeff and flashed him an enormous, if somewhat sleepy, smile. He kissed her on her forehead because he couldn't quite reach her mouth, but she took care of that problem herself by scooting up and kissing him passionately on the lips.
Then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced over at Allison, who apparently still didn't know they were awake. Brit's eyes traveled down their stepmother's body, finally resting on her hand between her legs.
"Naughty Allison," Brit whispered with a grin, and Allison suddenly opened her eyes.
"Oh, I... um... I was just..."
"Playing with yourself?" Brit suggested.
"As a matter of fact, yes. You two don't mind, do you?"
"I just realized," said Brit, "you're the only one who hasn't had an orgasm tonight."
Allison laughed. "Actually, I'll tell you a secret. When the two of you climaxed, I did too."
"Yes, but I know that kind of orgasm. It's superficial. My first one was like that, and the only thing really nice about it was that I had Jeff there holding me."
"Oh really?" asked Allison with a smile. "You hadn't mentioned that before. Good for you, Jeff."
"But my point is," Brit continued, "it's nothing like having a thick cock stuck inside of you. Until tonight I didn't realize just how wonderful that was."
"Well, unfortunately, your father won't be home until tomorrow night, but you can bet I'll take full advantage of him when he gets back."
"Why wait?" asked Brit. "It's not fair that the two of us got each other off, while you're stuck with just your hand. Since you've been taking care of us this whole time, I think it's your turn to be taken care of. What do you think, Jeff? Are you up for thirds?"
Allison immediately drew away, and sat up in the bed, her eyes going wide. "Oh, I couldn't!" she exclaimed. "Not with Jeff."
"What's wrong with him?" Brit demanded.
"Nothing's wrong with him. That's not the issue. But I couldn't do that to your father."
"I seem to remember someone telling us that we should stop worrying about what Dad thinks," Brit insisted.
"That's different."
"Why?"
Allison just stared at the two of them for a moment, and Jeff noticed that she was trembling. What did that mean? Was she afraid? Her breathing seemed a little labored as well, and suddenly he recognized the signs. She was getting turned on by the thought of actually going through with one of her fantasies.
"Why?" Brit asked again.
"I don't know," said Allison.
"Look, you've already crossed about a billion lines with him so far. This is just the last one. Do you want him to make love to you or not?"
Allison looked at Jeff, still a little fearful. Then she closed her eyes, and almost ashamedly, whispered, "Yes."
"Then it's settled," said Brit.
"No!" Allison exclaimed again. "I do want Jeff to make love to me, but I'm not offering. It's not right."
"And him having sex with his sister is?" asked Brit. "Allison, I never thought I would say this, but you have to let go of your inhibitions. It's time for you to do what you want. If you're worried about Dad finding out, we'll both promise not to say anything. Isn't that right, Jeff?"
"Right," Jeff smiled.
"Don't encourage her," Allison told him, but the words lacked conviction.
"I'm not encouraging her. I'm encouraging you. You know it's been my fantasy for years, so I'm all for it. I've held back only because I didn't think it was something you wanted. If I were a cruel person, I could have had you at any time; with all the things I know about you, it would have been easy to blackmail you. But I could never do something that mean to anyone, especially you. So it has to be your choice. I won't force you into it, I won't even ask you to do it for my benefit. I'll only do it if it will make you happy."
Allison stared at him for a moment, still shivering. She had her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She was still afraid, he could tell. But slowly, hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
"Okay," she said.
"Well that won't do at all," Brit told her. "How's Jeff going to get excited about this if you make it seem like you're reluctant? You made us confess our love to each other. The least you can do is tell Jeff how you feel."
Allison sighed, but now that she had made her decision, she seemed a little happier. "Jeff," she said, "I want you to know that I think of you in the same way that you think of me. Will you... will you make love to me?"
"Oh, Allison!" he said with a smile. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you?"
"Yes, since November 19th three years ago," she grinned.
"You remember the date too?" asked Jeff. "That was the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I knew then--"
"Stop talking and fuck her already!" Brit insisted.
Jeff rolled over and took Allison in his arms. He kissed her then, and through her lips he could sense the trembling in her body. She was still afraid. He understood that; what they were doing tonight was jeopardizing her relationship with his father. If he ever found out...
But he would never find out. Jeff didn't like keeping secrets from his father, but it seemed that that was all he was doing lately. One more wouldn't change things. Besides, when a woman like Allison was willing to give herself to him, there wasn't a single man on the planet who would be able to resist such an offer.
He put his hand to her breast and gave it a tentative squeeze. It was every bit as soft and springy as he had imagined. Though he had fantasized about this many times, he had never actually touched her like this. The closest he had come was that time she had almost seduced him, but she had worn her bikini the whole time. Actually feeling her naked breast in his hand was something entirely different.
She seemed to like it too, because she sighed with a smile on her face. Now that she had made up her mind, she no longer had any hesitation. She seemed almost eager, in fact.
As he fondled her perfect chest, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the neck, delighted to hear the groan of pleasure that it elicited. Maybe he was just a vampire at heart, but for some reason he loved kissing girls there. It wasn't overly sexual, but still intimate enough to be enjoyable for both the man and the woman. He knew Kari especially loved it; she sometimes claimed that she could forgo sex completely as long as she could have him hold her and kiss her on the neck. In fact, sometimes they did just that. Especially during the summer when there was plenty of time to be alone together, they didn't necessarily have sex every chance they got. Often they just cuddled, with or without clothes on.
But tonight he wanted to take things all the way with Allison. It was like a dream come true. Tonight he would live out the last of his fantasies.
He had a sudden humorous thought, and he laughed out loud.
"What?" asked Allison.
"Oh, I was just wondering, what am I going to do now that I've run out of fantasies to fulfill?"
"I'd be more than happy to help you come up with some new ones," Brit grinned. "Of course, I'll help you fulfill them as fast as we invent them, so maybe it won't be so much of a help after all."
"Well, I'm not going to let that worry me," said Jeff. "I'm still working on the last one." He kissed Allison again on the lips, and she reached behind his head to draw him in deep. Their tongues intertwined, sending erotic shivers down his spine. If there was one thing Allison knew how to do really well, it was how to kiss.
He let his lips wander lower, back to her neck again, but this time he didn't stop. If her tits tasted anywhere near as good as they looked, he didn't want to deny himself that pleasure any longer.
As soon as he reached the first nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and teased the tip with his tongue. Allison gasped, then let out a groan of pleasure.
"Oh god, Jeff!" she exclaimed. "That feels so good!"
Then Brit surprised them both by leaning in and taking the other one into her mouth. Allison's groan came out as a wail this time. She reached around both of their heads and held them there, her two stepchildren suckling on her breasts.
Jeff's hand slipped down between her legs, and she spread them to offer him better access. His fingers danced around her dripping wet pussy, teasing and tickling her there. Her hips squirmed as her body succumbed to the stimulation.
He kept it up for as long as he could. Since he had already had two orgasms that night, there was no rush to get inside of her; he could let himself relax and enjoy the foreplay. It was especially nice when Allison reciprocated and took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it up and down and bringing it back to full hardness.
Jeff let her nipple slip from his mouth as he rolled over and positioned himself above her. Brit moved out of the way to give him room. Allison stared up at him with lust and excitement in her eyes as she reached out her arms and slipped them around his neck. He placed his cock at her waiting entrance, then lowered himself, pressing inside of her.
She groaned as he entered her, echoing his own ecstasy. Jeff took a few thrusts to enter her all the way, finally burying himself deep inside of her. He rocked back and forth slowly but powerfully, thrilled and nearly overwhelmed by what was happening to him. He was doing it! He was having sex with the most beautiful woman in the whole world.
He lowered himself all the way onto her, and she held him tightly against her flaming hot body. Their lips met again, and they kissed with renewed passion.
He let himself get lost in the warmth and softness of her body and the passion of the moment. There was no longer any reason to hold back. For now, Allison was the whole world to him. Her sweet fragrance, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body, her moans of pleasure, and the beauty of her face were all that existed. Even little Brit, the girl he loved most in all the world, was just a shadow on the edge of his consciousness.
Allison wrapped her legs around him, just like she had done the first time they kissed, when they had forgotten themselves and fallen to the passion. This time, though, they no longer had to restrain themselves. She drew him in deeper inside her, and he plunged almost violently into her depths. There was something raw and wild about their lovemaking. It was a lot like having sex with her sister Rachael, but ten times better just because he had fantasized about her so long.
The whole thing was too much for him. Despite already cumming twice that night, he felt an orgasm building. He fucked her harder and faster as the pressure spiked. A long, loud wail escaped his lips as he released inside of her, his cock twitching violently. Allison, apparently spurred on by his orgasm, began to scream in ecstasy herself. The two of them writhed in orgasmic bliss as the pleasure filled them.
As the intensity waned, they lay panting and twitching in one another's arms, the occasional aftershock running through their bodies. As soon as he regained control of himself, Jeff rolled over off of Allison, who snuggled up against his chest.
Brit lay on his other side, smiling as she watched them.
"So now that you've had both of us, who do you like best?" she asked.
"Um..." he said. "I plead the fifth."
"Oh, come on," she teased.
"Look, no matter what I say, I'm going to offend somebody."
"Well then, let me guess," said Allison. "It comes down to your infatuation with me versus your love for your little sister. Even a long-lasting crush can't compare to a deep love like the two of you share. So you prefer Brit over me, don't you?"
"Well..."
"Go ahead and admit it, Jeff. You won't offend me, I promise. Besides, I'll come right out and say that I prefer your father over you."
"Hey!" he laughed.
"Because my love for him is so much deeper than my love for you. The way it should be, because he's my husband. See how easy that was?"
"Okay," he sighed. "You're right, Allison. I do refer Brit over you, surprising as that might have seemed just a couple of months ago."
"I knew it!" Brit exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. He let himself fall back on the bed with her on top kissing him the whole way down.
"Now let's not start that again," he chuckled. "I've just had three orgasms, and although I slept a little between the second and third, there's a limit to my strength."
She lay her head down on his chest. "Then let's just cuddle for the rest of the night," she suggested.
"I like that idea," he replied, wrapping an arm around her back.
Allison snuggled up against his other side, and the three of them went back to sleep.
He awoke again later that night to find Allison turned away from him. Her shoulders trembled, and he wondered if she was crying. He reached out and put a gentle hand on her arm.
Allison turned around. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she had long ago cried away all of her tears. For some reason she refused to look him in the eye.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm scared," she replied. That shocked him. To the best of his knowledge, Allison was afraid of nothing. Her strength had bolstered up the entire family throughout the ordeal of their mother leaving, and had continued to support them in the years since.
"What are you scared of?" he asked.
"You," she replied.
"Me?" he gasped. "But Allison, there's no reason to be frightened of me. I would never hurt you."
"That's just the point. You're such a sweet, caring young man that it's hard not to love you. I'm just afraid that if I let myself love you the way I want, I'll risk losing your father. And then I'll lose you too. Jeff, you understand that we can't... we can't be together."
"Is that what's worrying you?" he asked, then reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. The look of sadness in her face vanished, replaced by a tentative smile. She still looked worried, but not anywhere near as much as she did before. She nodded, in answer to his question.
"Then the solution is obvious," Jeff told her. "As much as I would like to continue our relationship, we'll just call it off. It doesn't matter so much anyway; we still live in the same house after all, and so we'll see each other as often as we want. That's the important thing."
"And you're okay with that?" Allison asked him. "I mean, I won't lie and say that I don't want to keep having sex with you, but I'm willing to restrain myself in order to keep from jeopardizing my relationship with your father, and by extension, this family. But can you handle it, knowing now that I love you in the same way that you love me?"
"I've handled it for three years. Allison, as long as we can be together, then I don't care how we're together. Let's just agree not to do anything that could get you into trouble."
She leaned in and pressed her lips against his one last time. He could almost sense the worry draining from her as they kissed. When she drew back, her smile had widened, and he could tell that she was once more at peace.
"Thank you, Jeff," she told him. "You're absolutely right. We'll just call this a one-night-stand and be done with it. I still care about you deeply, but I'm content just to be a part of your family."
"Dad's really lucky to have you," he smiled.
Allison lay back down on his chest and they let themselves drift off to sleep.
They awoke about 9:00 in the morning, much later than Allison usually let them sleep in, even on the weekends. Not surprisingly, she made an exception for them since they were all so tired from last night's excitement. In fact, they would have slept in even later except that the phone rang.
Allison hurried and climbed off the bed, then, without even dressing, dashed out of the room and down the stairs to answer it. Brit and Jeff kissed each other and cuddled until their stepmother returned to the room.
"Kari's on the phone," she told Jeff. "She wants to know if Crystal and she can come over."
Jeff glanced down at Brit. "It's up to you," he told her. "I have a feeling that if we have them here, we'll all end up having sex together. But if you'd like another day alone with me, I'm more than happy to oblige."
"Let's have them over," Brit smiled. "I can't wait to tell Crystal all about my incestuous affair with my brother."
Jeff laughed. "Better be careful. You'll make her so horny she'll jump on me right there. You won't be able to pry her off."
"As long as I can have another turn afterward, that's fine with me."
She grudging rolled over off of him, and he got out of bed. Like Allison, he didn't bother putting on any clothes; there really was no point after all. Allison accompanied him downstairs. As he was about to pick up the phone, she playfully pinched him on the rear end, causing him to yelp. She grinned and winked at him, then disappeared down the hall to her room. Apparently their decision not to continue their affair didn't prevent her from teasing him a little.
He talked to Kari for a few minutes, but didn't mention anything that had gone on the night before. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, or that he had any reason to hide it from her; he just preferred to tell her face to face. He said they were welcome to come over, and added that they should just come right in instead of knocking. Kari giggled, knowing from experience that that was code for "you're going to find some naked people inside." She said that she would be there in about an hour.
As soon as he hung up the receiver, Allison appeared at the end of the hall wearing her bathrobe. It was a shame, he realized, that that probably meant he would never see her nude body again.
She surprised him, however. She took his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "I don't hear the water running upstairs," she said, "which means that Brit isn't taking her shower yet. Why don't we all go up and take one together?"
"You're serious?" he asked. "What about not wanting to jeopardize your relationship with Dad?"
"I only said we shouldn't have sex together, not that we wouldn't sometimes shower together."
"But aren't you afraid that if you're there naked with me in the shower I might lose control?"
"If you feel the need to do anything, I'm sure Brit will be more than happy to accommodate you."
"Good point," he grinned.
They climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom again, where Brit still lay on the bed. She sat up when they arrived. Allison explained the situation to her, and she enthusiastically agreed. Allison dropped her robe on the floor, and the three of them made their way into the bathroom. Jeff turned on the shower, and soon they were happily enjoying each other's company under the hot spray.
For all her talk of not wanting to continue their affair, she had no problem putting her hands all over him. She started by washing his back, and then of course Brit insisted on washing his front. They began just by using their hands, but that didn't last long. Soon Brit lathered up her own chest and closed in to rub it up and down against him. Allison followed, and Jeff found himself sandwiched between two gorgeous, naked, and slippery girls.
Allison looked like she was having a great time. She giggled just as much as Brit, while the three of them frolicked in the shower. She usually kept a dignified, if a bit playful, attitude, but there were times like these when she let herself go that she was just like a teenager, laughing and playing and having fun. Those were the times when he liked her best.
Of course, the girls paid as much attention to each other as they did to him. Both were openly bisexual, and they groped and fondled and rubbed each other enthusiastically. Brit no longer appeared to have any hesitation about her new sexuality, and he was glad that she felt comfortable with it.
Eventually, Allison mentioned that they couldn't stay in the shower forever; Kari and Crystal would be coming over soon, and they still needed time to eat breakfast. Reluctantly Brit and Jeff washed away the soap and climbed out of the shower. The three of them then proceeded to dry each other off, which was almost as fun as the shower, because it gave them an excuse to continue groping each other.
Only Allison bothered dressing. She said she wanted to give the four of them time alone to get used to their new lifestyle, so would go out for the day. Jeff insisted that he wouldn't mind her there with them, but she had made up her mind. She disappeared into her room to dress, then the three of them sat down to breakfast together.
As soon as they finished, Jeff and Brit returned upstairs for a little petting while they waited for the girls to arrive. Soon they heard the front door open, and Kari's and Crystal's voices greeting Allison.
"Brit," said Jeff, "would you mind going to your room for a little while? I need to talk to Kari alone about everything that happened last night, just to see if she's okay with it."
"Oh, I guarantee she will be," Brit smiled. "We've had lots of talks about it, and she was in favor right from the beginning."
"I know, but I just want to make sure she doesn't feel differently now that it's actually happened."
"Okay," Brit agreed. "Besides, I want to tell Crystal all about it." She gave him one last kiss on the lips, then headed through the bathroom to her own room, closing the door behind her.
A moment later, the Williams girls peeked through the door to the hall. Both of them grinned upon seeing him naked.
"Just what I like to see," Kari said.
"Me too," Crystal added.
"Well if you like that, Crystal," said Jeff, "you'll love seeing Brit. She's in her bedroom waiting for you, and just as naked as I am."
Crystal grinned, then scampered through the bathroom, disappearing into Brit's room.
Kari wasted no time, but immediately set to work throwing off her clothes. Jeff watched in delight as she did so.
"Allison was just leaving when we arrived," she said, "and she said she'd be gone all day. That gives us all the time we want to have fun."
"Good, because I really haven't been having much fun lately," he joked.
As soon as Kari removed the last of her clothes, she hopped up on the bed next to him and gave him a long, slow, deep kiss. Her hand went down to his cock as she did so, and she slowly stroked it up and down.
After a couple of minutes of kissing, she drew back, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"What?" asked Jeff.
"So how did it go with Brit?" she asked him.
"So you were in on it," he laughed.
"Of course I was. Allison wouldn't make you go behind my back. That would be unfair to both of us. So tell me, how did it go?"
"It was wonderful. I love her so much, and sharing something so intimate with her was one of the best experiences of my life."
Kari smiled. "I'm glad. It's only fitting that you got to be the first time for the girl you love most in the world."
"Yeah," he said.
Kari stared at him for a second, and he wondered what she was thinking.
"So you're not even going to try to deny it," said Kari.
"What?"
"You realize you just admitted to your girlfriend that there's a girl you love even more."
Jeff's eyes grew wide. "I didn't mean it like that," he said defensively. "It's just that--"
"Don't apologize," Kari laughed. "I'm not jealous."
"You're not?"
"She's your sister, so you've loved her since you were kids. Now that love has just matured, that's all. There's no way I can compete with that, so I'd be a fool to try. And I'd be a horrible person to try to come between you."
"But Kari, I love you too, and I don't ever want to give you up."
"I'm not asking you to. Just so there's no misunderstanding, I still want to be your girlfriend, and I have no problem with you continuing your relationship with Brit. But I don't want you to live two lives; instead, I want you to live one life with both of us. Let's take what you share with each of the women you love and combine it. Let me be a part of your relationship with Brit, and let Brit be a part of your relationship with me. Do you understand?"
"So you want to do a threesome?"
"Yes, and not just the act. I'm talking about a full, loving, caring relationship with all three of us."
"That would be like a dream come true," Jeff smiled. "If Brit's willing, I say let's do it."
Kari leaned over and kissed him, and Jeff felt at peace. Then she drew back and gazed into his eyes. "I have another question, and I want you to tell me the truth. I promise I won't be mad."
"What is it?"
"Did you also have sex with Allison?"
He should have expected that question. And he had planned to tell Kari eventually, because he didn't like keeping secrets from her.
"Yes," he replied.
Kari smiled. "Finally!" she laughed.
"What do you mean, 'finally'?"
"I just mean that whenever she's around, I never have your full attention. I've always known how you feel about her, and although I'm not jealous, I could always sense that longing whenever she's nearby. Well, now that you've fulfilled your desires, maybe you'll stop gazing wistfully at her when you think I'm not looking."
"I don't gaze wistfully at her!" Jeff exclaimed.
Kari laughed. "Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But you can't deny you've been wanting to make love to her ever since you met her."
He shrugged. "Of course I don't deny it. Any man who would, isn't a man. But you're right. It's about time I started giving you my undivided attention."
"Except when Brit's around, of course," Kari grinned.
"Of course." Then, teasingly, he added, "All this talk of Allison is getting me horny. Want to fuck?"
She laughed again. "That's kind of a blunt way of putting it, but okay."
Jeff kissed her again, reaching his hands around her waist and drawing her to him.
She drew back momentarily. "I have one more request," she said.
"What?"
"Would you mind if Crystal joined in?"
"You mean... right now, or in our little group?"
"Both."
"I'm all for that!" he grinned.
"Then let's get them in here," she said. She stood up and strode to the bathroom door. She opened it and slipped inside, then knocked on the other door to Brit's room. Brit opened it.
"Brit, Crystal, come in here," she said. The two girls followed her back to Jeff's room. Crystal had also removed her clothes, so the four of them sat naked together on the bed.
"Jeff and I have been talking," she said. "I think it's time to let go of all our secrets. Brit, I know that last night your big brother made love to you."
"Finally!" Crystal exclaimed. "Jeff, you can really be dense sometimes. We've been working on you for weeks, trying to get you together with Brit."
"So this was all one big plot against me?" he laughed.
"Not exactly against you," Kari told him. "Unless you consider this a bad thing."
"Just the opposite. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Then it's settled," Kari said. "From now on, the four of us are each other's lovers. I guess I'm technically still Jeff's girlfriend, and Brit and Crystal are still girlfriends, but unofficially, we all belong to each other. Anyone in this room is allowed to fuck anyone else in this room. Are there any objections?"
Brit and Crystal both shook their heads.
"Good. Then let's seal the deal with a good old fashioned orgy!"
Foursome
Although Crystal and Kari were both up for some wild sex, Jeff and Brit asked them to take things more slowly. Jeff was exhausted from his multiple orgasms during the night, and Brit was a little sore from having her virginity taken so recently.
That didn't mean they couldn't still have plenty of fun. Kari in particular liked to be creative in their lovemaking, especially when she had another girl or two to throw into the equation. This time, however, it was Brit who came up with a plan.
She leaned over and whispered something in Crystal's ear, too quiet for the others to hear. Crystal grinned, then nodded enthusiastically. Brit hopped down from the bed and headed back to her room.
"Where are you going?" asked Jeff.
"I just need to get something," she winked. As she disappeared through the door, Crystal whispered the secret into Kari's ear, who seemed just as eager as her sister had been upon hearing it.
Six months ago Jeff would have complained if Brit told someone a secret without letting him in on it. Considering the result of the last time the girls had conspired against him, though, he was more than happy to be the victim of their devious little plot.
The Williams girls scooted in next to him, then all three of them lay down on the bed. Kari and Crystal kissed him on the cheek as they pressed their bodies up against his, their hands massaging his chest. He wrapped his arms around them, drawing them in even tighter.
Brit returned to his bedroom, her hand behind her back and a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"I have a surprise for you, Jeff," she said. "Close your eyes."
"You're not going to give me a bite of your favorite food, are you?" he chuckled, and the girls all laughed, especially Crystal.
"No, but you'll like this surprise even more."
"I can't wait," he said, closing his eyes. Kari and Crystal continued to kiss him as Brit approached the bed.
Suddenly, the Williams girls grabbed his hands and pulled them up and outward. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a loop of rope fasten around one of his wrists. He opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see Brit scramble over the top of him to reach his other arm.
He was too shocked to put up a struggle until it was too late, and he suddenly found himself with his hands tied to the bedposts. By the time he had regained control of himself enough to resist, Kari and Crystal had both moved down his body to sit on his legs, pinning them down.
He knew it was all in fun of course; none of the girls would really do anything to hurt him. Still, he wasn't going to make it easy for them. He tried bucking and kicking to dislodge the girls while Brit looped the ropes around his ankles. With the three of them subduing him, he didn't stand a chance, and soon he had his feet tied to the other bedposts. He lay there spread-eagle as the girls climbed off of him and admired their handiwork.
He had never really been into bondage play before (unless one counted the times he tied up his little sister to torment her when they were children), but on the other hand, with three gorgeous girls like this, he was certainly willing to give it a try. He was actually a little excited at the possibilities.
"And now I get my revenge for all those times you did this to me when we were growing up," Brit told him. "Say the words!" she demanded.
Jeff grinned and shook his head, keeping his mouth shut tight. He was having way too much fun to make it that easy for them.
"What words?" asked Crystal.
"Remember how I told you about this?" Brit replied. "About how he used to do this to me when we were younger and he was still a big meanie. He would always make me say certain words."
"Ooh, that sounds fun!" Kari laughed. "Say them, Jeff!"
He shook his head again.
"Good, I was hoping he wouldn't give in too easily," said Brit. She immediately reached out and tickled him under the armpits.
Crystal attacked his other side, and together the girls tickle-tormented him. He laughed uncontrollably; he had always been ticklish. When he was younger and much bigger than his little sister, he used to torture her like this all the time, and now apparently it was coming around to haunt him.
"Okay, I give up!" he finally exclaimed, laughing so hard that tears ran down his cheeks. The girls backed off, giving him time to catch his breath.
After a few seconds, he said, "Now I'm completely at your mercy. You can do anything you want to me, and I can't stop you. My body is yours to play with."
Kari and Crystal broke down in a fit of giggles. "That's so humiliating!" Kari exclaimed with delight. "You mean you used to make Brit say that all the time?"
He nodded.
"Personally, I think it's more erotic than humiliating," Crystal winked. "Just think, all this time you could have been playing with her body instead of tickling or tormenting her. What a wasted opportunity."
"Well, I'm not going to waste this opportunity," said Kari. "We've got Jeff in the same position, so what are we going to do with him?"
"I don't know about anyone else," said Brit, "but I'm hungry."
"You're just going to leave him here and go eat?" asked Crystal. "That's boring."
"No, I'm going to eat right here."
"We're not allowed to eat in bed," Jeff replied.
"There are a lot of other things we're not allowed to do in bed, but that never stopped us," she giggled.
"Oh, very funny. Just don't expect the three of us to wait while you're in the kitchen fixing something to eat."
"What I want to eat doesn't require getting out of bed," said Brit.
"What's that?" he asked.
"You!" she exclaimed, then lowered her head and began to move down his body, kissing and licking as she went.
"Oh my god Brit, what are you doing?" he gasped.
"The yummiest food I've ever tasted is your cum," she explained.
"What? When did you--"
"You don't really think I can suck your cock all night without waking up once, do you?" she laughed.
Jeff's eyes grew wide. So she had been awake after all!
"Oh my god, when did this happen?" Crystal asked with a grin.
Jeff explained about that night that Brit had sucked him off three times, all while he thought she was asleep. Kari and Crystal both wore excited looks on their faces; it was obviously turning them on.
"From now on, I want you to give me your cum to drink every night before we go to sleep, all right?" Brit demanded.
"You're serious?" he asked.
"Absolutely. I don't care where your cock has been during the day. Even if you've just pulled it out of Kari's pussy, you have to let me suck all the sperm out."
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, excited at what he was hearing. Little Britney not only was willing to give him oral sex, she wanted to!
She reached his cock a moment later, and planted a kiss right on the shaft. "So yummy," she commented. "I'm so in love with your cock, I can't stand it." She ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, causing Jeff to groan in pleasure. She tickled it with her tongue, focusing especially on the point on the underside of the head that was extra sensitive. Kari or Crystal must have told her about that; they both knew it drove him wild when they licked him there.
His body squirmed involuntarily, and Brit giggled. Apparently she enjoyed the reactions she was causing in him. Jeff was more than happy to amuse her in that way, especially since it meant such intense pleasure for himself. He gave up trying to hold anything back, and instead just let things happen.
If not for all the sex he had had last night, he probably would have climaxed before she even put it in her mouth, just from the excitement of having his little sister licking him like that. As it was, he was more than happy to draw it out. The longer it took, the more fun he would have in the mean time.
"Looks like Brit's taken the best part," commented Crystal.
"Indulge her," Kari said. "She's been waiting a long time for this."
Crystal hopped up on top of him, spreading her legs over his stomach and lying down on his chest so that she could kiss him on the lips. Kari knelt behind Brit and reached around to fondle the girl's boobs.
"You have the cutest little titties," she grinned. "So soft and squeezable."
"You can squeeze them all you want," Brit replied.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer."
"Kari, are you trying to seduce my girlfriend?" asked Crystal, glancing back at them.
"It's only fair," said her sister. "Since you're trying to seduce my boyfriend."
"Okay, you got me there," Crystal laughed. She rose back up, straddling Jeff's chest. "You know," she said, "you're the one tied up here, and yet you're the only one receiving oral sex. I ask you, is that fair?"
"Sounds fair to me," he replied.
"And I'm just happy getting my boobs played with," Brit giggled.
"Well if the rest of you aren't going to take advantage of our captive, I sure am," said Crystal. She slid her body forward along his chest, until she positioned her pussy above his face. "Now eat me out," she ordered.
"Just what I was in the mood for," he replied, then stuck out his tongue and tickled her cunt with it. She jumped at the first contact, then settled down and lowered herself onto his mouth. Jeff licked her from the base of the slit up to the top, where he sought out her little clitoris. It took some some work to get it to emerge from its hiding place, but once it was out he set to work teasing it passionately and almost roughly. Crystal's body began to respond in the same way his own did to Brit's ministrations.
"Oh god!" exclaimed Crystal. "Just like that!"
Jeff enthusiastically obeyed, loving the taste of her body and her feminine juices. He knew that Kari and Crystal tasted similar, and wondered if it would be the same with Brit. The thought of pleasuring her with his mouth excited him; he loved to make her feel good, and to give her that kind of pleasure would be the greatest feeling in the world.
The greatest feeling next to what she was doing to him right now, of course. Despite her lack of experience, she seemed to know just how to make him feel good. Her tongue worked over his cock inside her mouth as she sucked on it greedily. The sheer intensity was almost too much to bear, an exquisite torture.
"Well, we might as well do this right," said Kari. Everyone else is face-fucking someone, so we might as well add one more link to this daisy-chain." She released Brit, then turned around and reclined next to the foot of the bed.
"I'm sure you're still too sore for any kind of deep penetration, Brit," she said, "but are you up for a little tongue on the outside?"
"Hell yeah!" Brit exclaimed enthusiastically. Jeff laughed; he rarely heard her swear, so he knew she must really be excited.
Kari ducked her head under Brit's legs, then scooted up between her thighs and the bed.
"Ooh!" Brit exclaimed with a grin as Kari started to work her over with her mouth. Now the four of them formed a chain of oral sex, all but Crystal giving pleasure to someone else, and all but Kari receiving it.
"Let's make this a contest," said Crystal. "Whoever makes the first person cum wins. Any objections?" No one spoke up, but whether that was because they didn't object or because their mouths were too occupied wasn't at all clear. Jeff felt Brit double her efforts, however, so he knew that at least she was planning to compete. He decided to go along with it also.
He lowered his tongue and drove it deep inside of Crystal's pussy. He shoved it in and out as if fucking her with it. She groaned in pleasure from the sensation. He had done this enough times to her before that he knew exactly what she liked. Kari, Crystal, and he were experts on each other's bodies, and they were in the process of bringing Brit in on it as well. Soon all four of them would be experienced lovers of one another.
Brit, meanwhile, was sucking as hard as she could. It was a risky strategy; she wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, he knew. On the other hand, it made the pleasure all the more intense. He decided not to try to hold off his orgasm; if possible he would reward her for her efforts. This was the type of game where it was just as fun to lose as to win, after all.
From the sounds she was making, he realized that she might be the first one to climax. Her moans, which had originally been for the taste of his dick in her mouth, had increased in pitch and intensity as soon as Kari began to pleasure her, and they were growing more wild by the minute. She was even beginning to lose control of what she was doing to her big brother as her body responded to the sensations of Kari's tongue. Jeff knew those sensations very well, and he knew just how hard it was to keep control when Kari did that.
Crystal was also having plenty of fun, apparently. She mashed her thighs against Jeff's face, trying to force every last possible millimeter that he could shove his tongue inside her. He pressed in as deep as he could, his tongue extended to its full length.
Suddenly, Brit squealed in ecstasy, her body tensing up and shuddering. For a moment he thought she was going to bite down on his dick. He knew how painful that could be. But she kept her mouth open through the climax, to his relief.
Jeff was the next to cum. The sounds of his little sister in the throes of passion were enough to push him over the edge. His own body tensed up, straining against the ropes that held him bound. He found the check on his motion to be ironically liberating. He could squirm all he wanted and his body would remain in the same position. That, plus the almost painful tightening against his wrists and ankles, served to intensify the feeling. He could certainly understand the thrill of bondage-play during sex. He might have to try this again some time.
His cock pulsed inside his little sister's mouth, shooting his cum against the back of her throat. Brit gulped it down like she was starving. She continued sucking as hard as she could, making the orgasm last extra long.
Somehow she managed to swallow every last drop, then she let it slip from her mouth and stood up. "Oh my god, that was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted!" she exclaimed.
"You too?" asked Kari with a laugh. "I think we'd better not share Jeff with too many other girls, because once they taste his cum, they'll be addicted."
Now Crystal was the only one left. Jeff continued to work on her, driving her into a frenzy with his tongue. He knew it wouldn't be long now, from the way she squealed and her body squirmed above him.
"Need some help, Jeff?" asked Kari. She didn't wait for an answer, but climbed onto the bed next to her sister. She leaned in and took one of Crystal's nipples between her lips.
"Oh yes, Kari!" Crystal exclaimed. "Just like that!"
Brit knelt on the other side and sucked her other nipple into her mouth, causing her to cry out again. Crystal reached out and held the two girls' heads to her chest. They suckled greedily as Jeff watched in fascination from below. The sight was intensely erotic, made all the more so by the feel of her hot little cunt against his mouth.
"Oh god!" exclaimed Crystal. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god!" Her hips bucked, and Jeff felt and tasted a sudden surge of moisture. He drank it down, loving the flavor of her girl-juices, the sweet nectar of her ecstasy. Crystal continued to ride him as her orgasm raced through her body. She let it run its course, then she climbed off of him and collapsed on the bed.
The four of them lay there bunched together on a bed that was really only big enough for one. No one complained; it simply meant squeezing in tightly, their naked bodies pressed tightly against each other.
After they rested for about five minutes, Kari spoke up. "You know, this isn't really fair," she said. "I'm the only one who didn't get to have an orgasm."
"Well, considering I'm the only one who hasn't gotten a taste of cock or pussy today, I'd say the solution is obvious," said Crystal, then scooted down her body to lick at her pussy.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much room to maneuver, so Brit had to get off of the bed. That still left the problem of Jeff lying dead center on it, which meant Kari had to lie to the side, which didn't leave her any room to move around without falling off the bed.
"I've got an idea," said Brit. She knelt at the foot of the bed and once more took his cock into her mouth.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to cum for a while," Jeff told her.
"You don't have to cum," she replied, her words garbled around his dick. "You just have to get hard."
That turned out to be no problem at all, with two gorgeous girls eating each other out at his side and a third sucking his dick. In less than a minute, he was almost fully hard again. So soon after his last climax, it wasn't as rock-solid as before, but it was good enough for what Brit had in mind.
"Come here, Kari," she said. "You sit right down here." She nodded toward Jeff's swollen member. Kari grinned, then sat up. She positioned herself above his cock, then lowered herself onto it. The brief stimulation of her little sister's tongue and the excitement of the orgy had warmed her up enough that he slid right in without any problem.
"Now lie back," Brit told her. Kari did so, her back resting on top of Jeff's chest with his cock still stuck up inside her pussy. He gave a tentative thrust and found that even in his restrained position he was able to get a moderate degree of motion, enough to stimulate Kari at any rate.
"Okay, Crystal," said Brit. "Let's eat up."
The two younger girls moved to the side of the bed, then leaned over it to lick Jeff and Kari. Their tongues roamed all over, from the base of Jeff's cock all the way up to Kari's clit. Sometimes they focused on the point right where he disappeared inside of her, tasting both of their bodies at once. Other times, they altered licking all up and down Jeff's shaft with nibbling on Kari's clit. Crystal, in particular, seemed to focus on her sister more, which left Jeff for Brit. As before, they spent just as much effort teasing each other's tongues, sometimes taking their mouths off of Jeff and Kari long enough to kiss each other passionately.
Kari's body soon responded to the triple stimulation, her hips lowering to meet Jeff's thrusts and the girls' tongues. Brit and Crystal reached up and took her tits in their hands, rubbing and squeezing them. They pinched the nipples between their fingers, which drove Kari wild with pleasure. She didn't try to cover the sounds of her ecstasy; with no one else in the house there was no need, and it was so much nicer to be able to let herself go like that.
When the climax came, she let it all out, literally screaming in the intensity of the pleasure. Her body thrashed wildly on top of Jeff as the girls kept up their ministrations until her orgasm had washed through her and she lay panting and sweaty against Jeff's body.
"So that's what it's like to do a foursome," Crystal commented later as they continued to rest there on the too-small bed.
"Not much different from a threesome," replied Jeff.
"Oh, it's quite a bit different from a threesome when it's Brit and Crystal and me," Kari laughed. "I'm not complaining or anything, but sometimes I just like a nice, fat cock shoved up my pussy."
"Me too!" Crystal and Brit both exclaimed at the same time.
Now that the fun was over, they untied Jeff, who massaged his sore wrists. While it had certainly been fun being tied up like that, he would have to figure out some kind of padding to keep the ropes from chafing next time.
The four of them climbed into the shower together, and they took turns washing each other's backs and fronts. Afterward, they retrieved the hair dryer to use Rachael's special drying method. Unfortunately, they all wanted to be the one to handle the blow dryer, and although their fighting over it was all in good fun, the experience was more playful than erotic this time.
They didn't bother putting their clothes back on; now that they were all lovers, there was no need to be shy in front of each other. They headed downstairs for lunch, which consisted of leftover veal from last night, reheated in the microwave. Brit insisted on sitting in Jeff's lap, and he was more than happy to oblige her. Just for fun, Crystal hopped up on Kari's lap too, giving them all an amused chuckle.
When Crystal accidentally dripped some food on her chest, Brit leaned over and licked it off. Crystal returned the favor a few minutes later when Brit spilled a little on herself, and that set off a chain reaction. Soon both girls were deliberately doing it, spending the majority of their time licking each other. They probably ate more food off of each other's bodies than off of their plates.
They fooled around a little after lunch, mostly just wrestling and tickling each other downstairs in the rec room, although it quickly devolved into groping and smooching. Jeff and Kari mostly just fondled each other, but Brit and Crystal ended up eating each other out and bringing each other to another orgasm.
Kari suggested they all get in the hot tub after that, and they all agreed. The hot water and jets of bubbles felt nice and relaxing after the exertion of the day, and they all slumped into a lethargic tranquility.
That was where Allison found them when she returned home that afternoon. She flashed them a knowing smile, then took them by surprise by undressing and slipping into the hot tub with them. The five of them relaxed together, letting all the cares of the world wash away.
After about twenty minutes, Allison offered to massage Brit's shoulders, and Brit readily agreed. She came over and sat in her stepmother's lap, and Allison set to work. Crystal asked if Jeff would do the same for her, and soon they were all giving each other massages and back rubs. They randomly traded off, rubbing and fondling each other's bodies. Jeff always managed to let his hands wander around to the girls' fronts, and he spent more time massaging their boobs than their shoulders.
He made an exception in Allison's case. He still wasn't sure where to draw the line with her; she had certainly not made it clear. So when she sat in his lap he kept his hands only on her shoulders. Eventually she leaned back against his chest, sighing in contentment. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, keeping his hands clear of her breasts and thigh. His cock had grown hard again during this time, and now it pressed up against her back, but she made no mention of it, so he decided not to worry about it.
It was getting late, so a few minutes later they all climbed out of the hot tub and dried off, this time using towels because there was no blow dryer handy. The Williams girls got dressed because they had to leave soon, but Jeff, Brit, and Allison didn't bother.
Kari and Crystal said their goodbyes, but only after Jeff invited them over the next day did they finally leave. Once the girls were out the door, Brit and Jeff glanced at each other. Brit grinned, and without a word she took his hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom.
Kari and Crystal found plenty of excuses to come over to visit the rest of the week. Kari even canceled the after-school study session with Rick and Vanessa on Tuesday, then "studied" with Jeff, Crystal, and Brit instead.
Allison tried to stay out of their way as much as possible, giving them as much privacy as could be had with four people. Usually this meant staying on the ground floor while they had fun upstairs in Brit's and Jeff's bedroom or played erotic games downstairs in the rec room and hot tub. Sometimes the four of them headed out back to the studio to take more pictures, which were all the naughtier now that they didn't have to hold anything back. Allison never followed them out there, although she did casually mention one night at the dinner table that she wouldn't mind seeing the results of their photoshoots.
True to her word, Brit sucked Jeff off every night after they went to bed. She even did it once while Allison was in the room. On this particular night, their stepmother was visiting with them in Jeff's room before bed, like she often did. She had gotten into the habit after Jeff's accident, and never really got over it. Neither Jeff nor Brit minded, especially now that Allison was in on their little secret.
They were also no longer shy about undressing in front of each other. Sometimes Allison herself would take off her clothes too, and they would sit there on Jeff's bed, talking and joking and laughing. Jeff's and Allison's promise never to have sex together again apparently didn't preclude them from being nude together, or even touching. Allison sometimes massaged his shoulders or rubbed his back or chest, and she even hugged him, which felt particularly nice with nothing between their bodies. Of course, she did the same to Brit, and Jeff found the sight of Allison running her hands all over his little sister's body to be an erotic sight indeed.
That night, they had gathered in his room as usual, wearing nothing. Jeff was lying on his back with Brit in his arms, her tiny hand leisurely stroking his cock. Allison knelt on the bed next to them, massaging Jeff's chest and talking about nothing in particular. That was the subject of most of their conversations these days; the point was not the discussion, but the company.
Suddenly, Brit leaned in and kissed him on the chest. Then she scooted her body lower and moved down his torso, kissing as she went. Allison watched with delight as her stepdaughter made her way down. She didn't say anything about it, but simply watched in what she probably tried to make look like a casual expression, but she couldn't hide the fact that the sight was exciting her.
When Brit reached her destination, she wasted no time but let his cock slip inside her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down, sucking it in and out and sending waves of pleasure through her brother.
Allison reached out and put her hand on the back of Brit's head, stroking her hair gently. It was a tender, innocent gesture that wouldn't have meant anything in any other situation. In this case, it told them that she approved of what they were doing.
She let her hand wander lower, rubbing her stepdaughter's back. Brit cooed in delight, which turned into no more than a muffled hum around his dick. It wasn't long before she was making more of those sounds that he loved so much. She used to make those same sounds when she was a little girl eating ice cream or other sweets. Now she had found a new favorite food, and she wasn't quiet about letting them know it.
She was becoming quite the expert on giving blowjobs. Kari had taught her a couple of techniques that really got to Jeff, such as running her tongue in circles all over the head inside her mouth, or tickling that spot on the underside where he was particularly sensitive. That drove him wild whenever Kari did it, and Brit had quickly picked up on it.
After a few minutes of these games, Jeff had had as much as he could stand. His hips started bucking as his body tensed up. Fortunately, Brit knew enough to keep her hand on the base of his cock to keep it from plunging in too far when he lost control during his climax.
He released into her mouth, and she squealed with delight as she gulped it down. Jeff had always thought that oral sex was something that only gave one person pleasure, but Brit seemed to be a counterexample. She had told him she loved the taste, and her actions backed up that declaration. In the past few days, it seemed like she couldn't get enough of his cum.
This time she wasn't able to swallow it all, and a little gob leaked out the side of her mouth. Allison jumped in, scooping it up with her finger and bringing it up to her own mouth. She licked it off, then hummed in pleasure and smiled at him.
"I can't blame your sister for her enthusiasm," she commented. "You've got some really tasty cum. It reminds me of your father's."
Brit raised up off of his cock, then licked her lips. "Daddy's tastes this good? Maybe I should see if he'll let me do this to him," she teased.
"I doubt it," Jeff laughed. But he wasn't so sure. After all, those pictures he had seen of Lissa and him together suggested otherwise.
"I'll leave you two alone now," Allison said, then leaned down and kissed them each on the forehead. Brit scooted back up and curled up once again in Jeff's arms. Allison climbed off the bed.
"Listen," she said. "Your father's going to be back in a few days, and then we're all going to have to be a little more discreet. I'm not going to tell you to stop having sex, because I couldn't stop you if I tried. I just think you should be cautious, especially when your father's around. I'll try to get him out of the house sometimes, although admittedly that's more because I like going out with him than because I want to give you two some privacy."
"Thanks, Allison," said Jeff. "I was right in thinking you're the best stepmother a couple of kids like us could ever have."
Allison smiled, then turned off the light and headed out the door. Brit and Jeff lay together in the darkness and silence until they fell asleep.
When Greg returned on Sunday night, the three of them acted like nothing was different. Jeff had been a little concerned that they would let something slip and end up revealing what had gone on during the week, but they played their parts well, and it was obvious that he didn't suspect a thing.
During supper that night, their father asked them how things went during his absence. Brit, with her usual flair, invented half a dozen tall tales, none of which were the least bit believable. Greg simply chuckled at her imaginative stories, and all of Jeff's worries about him discovering the truth quickly dissipated.
There was just one thing that still bothered him. He felt guilty about going behind his father's back like that. When it had just been Kari and Crystal, he didn't feel guilty because what he did with them was perfectly normal for a teenage boy. Or at least, the only thing abnormal about it was the fact that he was doing it with them both together. He was pretty sure his dad suspected that his relationship with Kari had a sexual component to it, but Greg had simply adopted a "don't ask don't tell" policy, much like Allen Williams had. On the other hand, having sex with Brit was something Greg most certainly would not approve of. Jeff loved his father, and didn't want to disappoint him. There was really no way around it, though, unless he gave up Brit, something that he wasn't prepared to do. He had to take comfort in the hope that what Greg didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
His pensive and troubled mood slipped away when Brit slipped into bed with him that night and immediately set to work sucking him off. It was impossible to feel bad when she made him feel that good. By the time he climaxed in her mouth, he had forgotten all of his worries and guilt.
The First Betrayal
On the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, Meg got off work too late to drive to her parents' place, so Lissa and she decided to get up early the next morning for the trip instead. It would be lighter and the roads would be mostly free of traffic, so it would be safer all around. Lissa got a good night's sleep that night, and woke up refreshed and eager to go home with Meg to a nice Thanksgiving dinner.
The trip went quickly, even though it was several hours. That was because Meg was great company to have on a road trip. Between the joking and the flirting, Lissa didn't even realize that they had been driving that long before they pulled off the freeway and headed into the town where Meg's family lived. They made their way to a nice, clean-looking neighborhood where they pulled off the side of the road near a driveway that already had three cars in it.
"Looks like Peter and Carla are already here," Meg commented.
The two girls got out of the car and headed to the front door. Just as they reached it, it suddenly opened and a woman in her mid twenties appeared behind it. She was quite pretty, with long black hair and green eyes. Upon spying Meg, she immediately threw her arms around her and hugged her. "Oh, it's so good to see you, Meg!" she exclaimed.
"You too, Carla," Meg replied. Then she turned to Lissa.
"Lissa, this is my sister-in-law Carla," she introduced. "Carla, this is my roommate Lissa."
"Hi," Carla smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Lissa greeted.
"Well come in, you two. Everyone else is eager to see you."
They entered the house, and immediately the aroma of baking turkey greeted them. Though the house wasn't as large as Lissa's, it had a very homey, relaxed atmosphere to it. There were about half a dozen people sitting in the living room.
"Hi everyone," Meg said, and everyone waved or smiled or said hi back. "This is my roommate Lissa. I want you all to be extra nice to her this weekend."
An older woman stood up, then came over and hugged Meg, and then Lissa.
"I'm Maureen, Megan's mother," she greeted. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the family. You've already met Carla. This is her husband, my son Peter." She indicated a tall, rather handsome man about Carla's age who was sitting on the couch. Then she moved on to the older man next to him. "This is Megan's father, Doug. And these are our two other sons, Justin and Shawn." Justin looked to be not much younger than Lissa herself, and Shawn was probably about Jeff's age.
"So Lissa's your 'roommate?'" Shawn grinned.
"Knock it off, Shawn," said Meg. Then to Lissa, she said, "Shawn's the resident pervert. You think I'm bad, but Shawn has me beat hands down. If he tries to grope you, just slam his head against the wall a couple of times."
"Knock some sense into him, huh?" Lissa smiled.
"No chance of that. I just meant that the only time he's harmless is when he's unconscious."
Lissa laughed. After putting up with Meg for two months, she figured she could handle Shawn.
"So if you don't mind my asking," said Carla, "what happened to Sandy?"
"Nothing happened to her," Meg replied. "Listen, everybody, just so we get things straight, Sandy and I are still going out. She just couldn't come for Thanksgiving because she's visiting her sick grandma. And Lissa is my roommate. In this case that's not a euphemism for 'girlfriend,' it's just a euphemism for 'roommate.' Lissa's straight."
"Well, if you've spent two months with Megan and she hasn't scared you off," her father said to Lissa, "then we're happy to have you here."
"Dad!" Meg exclaimed.
"Come on, dear, you know you can be a little intimidating sometimes."
"I'm just proud of who I am, and if people don't like it, that's their problem."
"So Lissa," said Carla. "Come sit down and tell us all about yourself."
There was an open spot on the couch next to Shawn, and Lissa came over and sat down. Shawn yawned and stretched, letting one of his arms fall around her shoulder in an obvious gesture. Meg, who happened to be walking behind the couch at the time to reach an empty chair across the way, cuffed him on the side of the head.
"Behave yourself," she scolded, and Shawn withdrew his arm, laughing.
"I never thought I'd hear that from you," Lissa told her with a grin.
"I know. Usually everyone's telling me that," Meg replied. "I told you Shawn's worse than I am."
"I'm a very naughty boy," Shawn explained. "Maybe Meg will have to get out her whips and chains and punish me."
"You wish," said Meg. "I've told you before, the whips and chains are only for guests."
"Like Lissa?" he asked. "Can I watch?"
"Unfortunately, I left all my dominatrix gear back at my apartment. Gotta keep my roommates in line, you know. Although I think Lissa secretly enjoys getting out of line just so I have to punish her."
"You figured out my secret," Lissa grinned. "I hope that doesn't mean you'll stop."
"Of course not," Meg smiled evilly.
"Next time take pictures," said Shawn. "Get some nice juicy ones to show me."
"I wouldn't want to get charged with corrupting a minor," Meg told him. "And the argument that you're already as corrupt as it's possible for a minor to be wouldn't hold up in court, no matter how true it is."
"Just tell them you thought I was eighteen. I'll back you up on it."
"As if the court would believe that."
"Okay, fine. Just upload them to the Internet and 'accidentally' leave the web address lying around where I can find it."
"Be good and maybe Santa Claus will bring you a video for Christmas."
"He would, the old lecher," Lissa giggled. "I've heard he climbs down people's chimneys at night while they're asleep, leaving 'presents' for them to find, if you know what I mean. If that isn't stalker behavior, I don't know what is."
"Plus, have you seen the lists he keeps?" Justin added. "I mean, the guy's got more extensive files than the CIA! You notice it's always the innocent ones he visits."
"So you've got nothing to worry about, Meg," said Shawn.
"I think between the two of us, he won't dare set foot within fifty miles of this house," Meg replied.
"Fifty?" asked Shawn. "I was hoping for a hundred. Want to help me try to reach that target, Lissa?"
"In your dreams," she laughed.
"It's a date. I'll see you tonight, say, around midnight?"
"As long as you don't sleepwalk, you can dream about whatever you want."
"Sleepwalk! I never thought of that! Great idea, Lissa. I owe you one."
"Okay, that's enough, Shawn," said Maureen. "Lissa, do you like to cook?"
"I love it," she smiled.
"Good. Would you mind helping me a little in the kitchen?"
"Of course not." She rose to her feet. Shawn started to follow, but Meg quickly pounced on him and got him in a headlock.
"I've got him momentarily neutralized," she said. "Make your escape while you still can."
Lissa followed Maureen into the kitchen, in great spirits. Meg's family reminded her of her own, except that Brit and Jeff sometimes overdid it on the teasing, and there were some subjects that just weren't talked about in the Primdale household. At least, they weren't talked about when Greg was around, though Allison seemed to have no problem bringing them up.
Lissa began peeling potatoes while Maureen set to work heating some cranberries to make sauce.
"I hope my children aren't making you uncomfortable," commented Maureen.
"Uncomfortable?" asked Lissa. "Just the opposite. My little brother and sister are big teases too. It's actually refreshing to be in company where I don't have to be the mature one."
"And you're all right with Megan's... orientation?"
"Well, I have to admit she made me blush a few times when I first met her, but she's such a great person that it's hard not to enjoy her company. I don't care if she likes girls or guys. That's her choice, and it doesn't bother me either way."
"I suppose you've been wondering what we think of her lifestyle," said Maureen.
"I understand it can be pretty straining on family relationships," Lissa commented.
"That's why we decided just to accept it. We love our daughter, and we don't want to have any tension between us. Doug and I have always been pretty open-minded, but it still came as a shock to us when Megan told us one day that she's gay. We had a long talk about it, and at first we figured it was just a phase she was going through. But that was almost five years ago, so we've had to come to terms with the fact that it's permanent. So we decided as a family that if that's the way she wants to be, we're going to support her. Plus it doesn't hurt that Sandy's really great. We all like her."
"Yes, I've met Sandy, and she seems to be just like Meg."
"I guess I just worry about her sometimes."
"Mothers are like that, I've heard," Lissa grinned.
Maureen laughed. "I know, I can't help it. I just want to know that she has friends. Her choice of lifestyle can certainly put a lot of people off."
"You'll be happy to know then that all three of her roommates adore her."
"I'm glad. As long as she has people like you who won't judge her, I don't have to worry so much."
After they sat and talked for a few more minutes, Meg popped her head in the door and asked Lissa if she wanted to go get her things out of the car and take them up to the room that they would share. The two girls headed outside, where Lissa retrieved her suitcase and Meg retrieved her duffel bag. They brought them inside, where Peter offered to help them take them upstairs. He grabbed Justin, and the two of them carried the items up to the second floor hall. They placed them inside one of the rooms, which had a temporary cot with what looked like a pleasantly soft mattress set up opposite the bed.
"So this is my bedroom," Meg grinned. "I'll bet you never thought you'd one day be in here."
"Scary," laughed Lissa.
"So do you want to sleep in the bed or the cot?"
"It's your room, so I don't mind taking the cot."
"Well, it's not really big enough for the two of us, but I'm sure we'll manage," said Meg.
"I meant that you should sleep in the bed and I'll sleep in the cot!" Lissa said, though with a laugh. In truth, she had expected some joke like that.
"Oh. Too bad," Meg shrugged. "You know, if you wait too long to take me up on my offers, you may lose the opportunity entirely."
"What a shame that would be," Lissa replied sarcastically.
For the rest of the morning, Lissa alternated her time between helping out in the kitchen and visiting with the family. They were all so nice to her that she felt very comfortable. Of course, Shawn kept trying to put his arm around her or touch her knee or hold her hand, but she just slapped his hand each time he did so. Even that was fun; it was all just a big joke after all.
The turkey came out of the oven about 2:00, and they finished preparing the last minute dishes and setting the table. Then they all sat down and began the feast. It was absolutely delicious, especially since it was the first home-cooked meal she had eaten for months. The conversation at the table was cheerful and upbeat, reminding her of dinner at her home, at least since Allison had come into their lives. Surprisingly, Lissa found that her stepmother was the one she missed the most, even more than her own flesh and blood family. But that was all right; as far as she was concerned, Allison was a part of her family.
After dinner, they all retired to the living room. The men, not surprisingly, wanted to watch the football game, although it was obvious that after such a big meal they were all likely to fall asleep five minutes in. Lissa felt a little drowsy herself.
Maureen noticed her starting to droop. "Would you like to take a nap?" she asked. Lissa nodded.
"Great idea," said Shawn. "I think I'll join--" He cut off as a flying pillow thrown by Meg hit him in the head.
"Sorry," he apologized to his sister, though with a grin on his face. "I didn't know you were going to get that jealous. But don't worry. I'm willing to share."
"Lissa, if you would like, you can go lie down upstairs in Megan's room," Maureen told her. "There's a lock on the door," she explained, flashing Shawn a stern look.
"Good," said Meg. "We'll hang out the Do-Not-Disturb sign and finally get some time alone."
"You stay downstairs too," her mother demanded.
"I was just joking, Mom," Meg laughed. "Lissa, you go on upstairs. I'll put Shawn in his cage."
"Thanks," smiled Lissa, then rose to her feet and made her way up to Meg's bedroom. She lay down in the cot, which was surprisingly comfortable, and drifted off to sleep.
She slept for about an hour, then got up and made her way back downstairs to join the family. Peter and Justin had their eyes glued to the television. Carla sat next to Peter with a blanket over her and her head on her husband's shoulder, fast asleep. Maureen and Greg sat in chairs against the wall, reading. Surprisingly, Meg and Shawn sat on the couch asleep, with Meg's head on her little brother's shoulder.
Actually, now that she thought about it, that wasn't surprising at all. It reminded her of Jeff and Brit. They fought constantly, but there were those occasional rare times when they got along very well. Maybe it was because Jeff was closest to her in age, but Brit had always seemed to be closer to Jeff than anyone in the family. It was likely that, ironically, their constant teasing and fighting had helped them to develop a deeper relationship with each other. Probably one day when they matured a little they would become best friends. Meg and Shawn seemed to fight a lot as well, and that could lead to a similar closeness.
Lissa sat down on the couch next to Carla, the only open spot. Peter turned his head and smiled at her for a second, then returned his attention to the game on TV.
Lissa had never really been all that interested in sports, but since there was really nothing else to do, she decided to watch the game as well. She didn't even know who the teams were, but apparently one of them was winning twenty-four to seventeen.
About fifteen minutes later, one of the players fumbled the ball on the eleven yard line and Justin shouted out in disgust, waking everyone in the room. He grew red as he stared at the faces around him. "Sorry," he apologized.
Meg glanced around, then seeing where she was, immediately scooted away from Shawn. "Don't touch me, you pervert!" she exclaimed, though with a grin.
"What?" he asked. "Don't blame me. I was already asleep when you sat down here and decided to get friendly. You know you can't keep your hands off me."
"You're disgusting, Shawn."
"Because I know you like it. Anyway, you don't have to worry. Now that Lissa's here, she can take your place."
"I'd rather douse myself in gasoline and light myself on fire," Lissa replied sweetly.
"Kinky," said Shawn. "That's one I've never tried."
"You can go douse yourself right now if you want," Meg told him. "I'll even light the match."
"You first."
"Screw you," she said.
"What, right now? With everyone watching?"
She picked up a pillow and hit him in the head.
Nap time seemed to be over, so as Meg and Shawn playfully beat each other up, the rest of the family started up various conversations. Lissa joined in, feeling very welcome in this home. Once again she began to miss her own home and her own family. Now that she had started thinking about Jeff and Brit, she wondered if they were okay. Jeff would never really let his little sister come to harm, at least not intentionally. But he had a habit of stepping over the lines. Maybe without Lissa there to intermediate, he would do something without intending to and really hurt her. It was especially dangerous because Brit was so emotional, and therefore so vulnerable. Even something simple could have a devastating effect on her.
I can't be there for them forever, she decided. I have to let them learn to get along without me. She made up her mind not to worry about them. She could depend upon Jeff. He would take care of Brit. That thought made her feel much better.
The game ended a couple of hours later, and the family ate a light supper, still full from Thanksgiving dinner. Maureen brought out the pumpkin pie that she had baked the previous night, which turned out to be delicious enough that Lissa managed to eat a full slice despite not being hungry at all.
Afterward they sat and visited again for a couple of hours before bedtime. Then one by one the family announced that they were going to bed. Meg and Lissa were the last to retire, but eventually they too headed upstairs to Meg's bedroom.
Lissa grabbed her bag and headed across the hall to the bathroom to change. When she returned, Meg was already naked and sitting on her bed. Lissa stripped down to her bra and panties, ignoring the look of lust on her roommate's face. Then she slipped under the covers on the cot. Meg walked over and switched off the lights, then returned to her bed and climbed in.
Lissa lay there for a while, thinking about the day. It had been fun; even Shawn had been entertaining. Meg's family reminded her of her own, and she found her thoughts returning to Allison, her dad, and her two younger siblings. She wondered if they had had as much fun as she had. Probably not; Jeff and Brit had probably fought the whole time. Well, maybe one of these days they would learn to get along.
"Meg?" she suddenly asked, in a whisper. "Are you still awake?"
"Sure," Meg replied.
"Do you and Shawn always fight as much as you did today?"
"That was all for show. Shawn's a pervert, but the truth is that I absolutely adore him. Maybe because he's so much like me."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"We fight sometimes, but it's never serious. All of my brothers are great. Peter has always looked out for me, Justin is the nicest and kindest boy I've ever met, and Shawn... Well, let's just say it's impossible to be in a bad mood with Shawn around."
"That's funny, because that's the way I've always felt about you," said Lissa.
"Thanks, Lissa. I really appreciate that. Anyway, I guess I've liked Shawn especially well ever since I... ever since I came out. He was the most supportive of my lifestyle. Maybe it was because he was always hoping I would bring home a girlfriend that he could try to seduce, but he was in favor of it from the very beginning."
"So when you took a nap together this afternoon..."
"Shawn likes to play around, but he knows exactly where to draw the line. Despite what I told you earlier, I trust him completely. And when he's not being a pervert, he's nice to hug."
"I never thought I'd hear you say that about a boy," Lissa giggled.
"Family doesn't count," Meg replied.
"Good point."
"In fact, when I first told my family that I was a lesbian, they didn't exactly take it well. Mom seemed hurt, and Dad got mad. I ran to my room and started crying. It was Shawn who first came to comfort me. I remember crying into his shoulder for the longest time. Then he took my hand and we went downstairs and Shawn actually chewed out my parents for not being supportive of me in my decision. Can you see that? An eleven-year-old boy telling off his parents, and them actually standing there and taking it! I don't remember what he said, but it worked. When he was through, they both apologized to me. Ever since then, I've felt close to Shawn, and I don't mind hugging him or putting my head on his shoulder. I would trust him with my very life. Of course, I could say the same thing about my other brothers too. Peter especially. Sometimes I wish..."
"What?"
"Never mind. Good night, Lissa."
"Good night, Meg."
Lissa turned over and closed her eyes, wondering what Meg had been about to say. What did she wish? Something to do with her big brother, apparently.
The door suddenly opened, spilling light into the room from the hall. Lissa closed her eyes to block out the glare. Then the door closed again, and she was able to open her eyes once more. Carla had slipped in. The woman made her way to the bed, then to Lissa's astonishment, she leaned in and kissed Meg fully on the lips.
"Carla!" Meg exclaimed. "Lissa's still awake!"
Carla gasped, threw a hand over her mouth and turned to stare, wide-eyed at Lissa. A nervous tension filled the room, and both Meg and Carla looked horrified.
It looked like it was up to Lissa to break the tension. "It's all right," she said. "It doesn't bother me."
Still with an uncertain expression, Carla went over to the light switch and flipped it on. Then she came back over to Meg's bed and sat down. Meg rose to a sitting position beside her.
"Look, it's really none of my business," Lissa said.
"Yes, but I think you deserve an explanation," replied Meg. "I just don't know if I can actually say it."
"If you want to explain, I'd like to hear, but I'll understand if you don't. I'm perfectly willing to pretend this never happened."
Meg glanced at Carla, who nodded at her in encouragement. Meg sighed, then turned back to Lissa.
"I'm not sure we should tell you this," said Meg. "An innocent girl like you might not be able to handle it."
"Oh yeah, very funny," said Lissa sarcastically.
"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. We could get in big trouble if people found out."
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Especially Sandy or Peter."
"Oh, we're not worried about them," said Carla. "They both know."
"Really?"
"Yes. The thing we're really worried about is that part of it's illegal, because it's been going on since Meg was underage. I could go to prison if it ever got out."
"Sounds kinky," Lissa grinned.
Meg laughed. "I think you've been hanging around me too long," she said. "Okay, since you promised, I'll tell you. Carla and I have been having an affair for about five years now. Our first time was when I was fifteen. She was my babysitter."
Lissa nearly gasped. It sounded surprisingly similar to her own experience with Rachael.
"Both my parents worked, and my big brother was away at college," Meg continued. "Carla's family was friends with my family, so they arranged to have Carla spend the days at our house so that there would be someone there when we came home from school."
"Skip to the good parts," said Carla with a grin.
"Okay, so one day when the boys were both outside playing and I was up in my room, Carla came in. We started talking, then we started kissing, and then she made love to me. To this day, that's still the most erotic experience I've ever had."
"So is that when you became a lesbian? Your mother said it's been five years."
"Oh, I've been a lesbian forever, but I was too shy to do anything about it. I used to sneak peeks at the other girls in the shower room after P.E. classes in Junior High, or look at my dad's collection of Lecher magazines. I think he still doesn't know I knew about them. But until that first time with Carla, I had never even kissed another girl.
"After that, I realized that I enjoyed sex with women too much to ever give it up, so I had to come to terms with what I was. That's when I decided to come out of the closet, so I told my family I was gay. Most of them don't know I've been having this affair with Carla, though."
"So I take it she wasn't your sister-in-law then?" asked Lissa.
"You might as well know that she married my brother so that she could be close to me," Meg replied.
"That's an oversimplification," Carla interrupted. "I first started dating him to be close to Meg, but we got married because I fell in love with him. As soon as we got engaged, I told him the truth about Meg and me. I couldn't lie to him. Actually, he was surprisingly supportive. He didn't disapprove of our relationship, because he loves us both."
"Plus he's got a fetish for kinky girl-on-girl action," Meg added with a grin.
"So... have you let him watch you then?" asked Lissa.
Meg and Carla glanced at each other with a knowing look.
"Should we tell her?" asked Meg.
"That's up to you," said Carla. "It's more personal to you than it is to me."
"All right," Meg sighed. "Lissa, I'm going to tell you something that will change your whole impression of me."
"This doesn't sound good," Lissa replied.
"Don't worry, it's not bad. Just surprising. Did you know that I'm not a virgin?"
Lissa laughed. "Oh, very funny."
"I'm serious, Lissa. I'm not talking about sex with girls. I can fuck all the girls I want and still technically remain a virgin."
Lissa nodded. She had a point there. But then, that meant...
"You mean you've had sex with a man?" Lissa asked.
Meg nodded. "I had Peter take my virginity."
Lissa gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. The idea was shocking.
"It's true," Carla confirmed. "I was there."
"It was my eighteenth birthday," said Meg. "It was just an experiment. Since Peter knew that Carla was in love with me, we all agreed to see if we could make a long-term relationship work with all three of us. We decided that in order to do it, we would all have to be willing to have sex together. Since Carla and I had had sex, and Peter and Carla had had sex, there was only one more leg of that triangle to complete. Neither Peter nor I were exactly thrilled with the idea, but we were willing to try it out once to see if we could make it work."
"So what happened?" asked Lissa.
"Oh, Peter was great. He did everything perfectly. He was a little nervous perhaps, but what man wouldn't be while having sex with his sister? I suppose you could say he's a great lover. Believe me, I don't think I could have been comfortable with any other man. He was kind and gentle and caring and loving and... to be perfectly frank, I didn't like it. Even though he was absolutely wonderful to me, I still felt humiliated and disgusted. I remember I cried myself to sleep in his arms. He knew I hadn't enjoyed it, and he felt really guilty about the whole thing. I remember how sweet he was to me after that, apologizing for hurting me and even crying himself. I didn't feel so bad then, but we decided that it just wouldn't work. So that was the one and only time that I've had sex with a man."
"Oh, Meg, I'm so sorry," Lissa said.
"Don't be," Meg smiled. "So what if it didn't work out the way we planned? Peter said that Carla and I can still make love as often as we want, and we let him watch sometimes. He's even joined in a couple of times, which always makes me nervous, but he's been really good about avoiding any kind of sexual contact with me, so it's fine. I wouldn't trust any other man that way, but with him it's different. Believe me, there's nothing like having a big brother that you know you can trust with something like that."
That made her think of her own brother Jeff. He used to be shy, but now that he had a girlfriend, he had really opened up. Kari had been good for him, but more importantly, he had been good for her. He was kind and gentle and caring, just like Meg's description of Peter. In fact, if Jeff had one fault, it was the way he treated Brit.
"Thank you so much for sharing that with me," Lissa smiled. "I'm glad you were willing to tell me something so intimate."
"So it doesn't bother you?"
"I can't say I approve of everything you said you did, but it's not my place to judge, is it? Besides, your brother reminds me of my own."
"Oh?" asked Meg with a grin. "Is there a story you would like to share with us?"
Lissa turned red. In fact, there were a couple of little incidents on her mind right now, a little experimenting she had done herself. Maybe if it were only Meg there, she might say it, but Carla was still almost a complete stranger.
"I just know how sweet and gentle he is, like with his girlfriend for instance," she replied instead. "Your brother sounds just as wonderful. And I'm glad things worked out for you, even if it wasn't like you planned."
"I like this girl," said Carla.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Meg laughed. "Lissa has no plans to cross over."
"You get your mind out of the gutter. You know that's not what I meant. Well anyway, it looks like we're going to have to put our celebration off until Christmas time."
"What do you mean?" asked Meg.
"No privacy. Peter and I are sleeping downstairs in the hide-a-bed in the living room, which is too public for an orgy. And since Lissa's in here, that leaves us with no options."
"I don't want to spoil this for you," said Lissa. "If you want, I can wait outside or something."
"No you won't, because I'm not rude enough to kick you out of the room," Meg replied. "You're my guest."
"Okay then, why don't I go take a shower?" Lissa suggested. "A nice, long shower. That will give you two a little time to... you know."
Meg considered for a moment. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not. You've been so nice to me in letting me come here with you, it's the least I can do in return."
"Lissa, you're wonderful," said Carla. "You've just made yourself another friend for life."
Actually, Lissa wanted a little privacy herself. Part of her was shocked at what Meg and her brother had done, but there was another feeling, deep down inside, that she couldn't ignore. In fact, her body had started to tingle when Meg told of her experience with her brother. There was something a little thrilling about the whole idea.
She took her hair dryer from her suitcase, threw on a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts, then left the room and headed across the hall to the bathroom. Once there she wasted no time but immediately stripped off her clothes. Even her bra and panties had seemed too stifling there for a while. She needed to feel the open air on her skin.
She stood there and stared at her body in the full-length mirror against the wall. She had developed into a real beauty in the past few years, still with a touch of innocence to her face but with a stunning body. In fact, she had to say that her own body was actually better than Meg's, and that was saying something. She wondered what Meg would think if she saw Lissa right now. I probably don't want to know, she thought with a smile. Of course, she had seen Monique topless, but had never even seen that much of Alya. She suddenly imagined Alya standing there, completely nude, beside her. For the sake of comparison, she told herself, which was a perfectly safe explanation.
The conversation in the bedroom had done something to her body, she realized. Not only were her nipples hard, but she was wet between her legs. Up to this point she had been able to ignore those feelings, but here was proof that she had been aroused by it. What could have done it? she wondered. Surely it wasn't the thought of Meg and Carla together. The only two times Lissa had experimented along those lines, the other woman had been the aggressor. The first time she had given in only because she wondered what it felt like, and because the idea of doing something so forbidden was liberating. The second time was all in fun, just for the sake of some naughty pictures that her dad had probably already deleted anyway. While she had enjoyed it in the moment, the thought of it turned her off. So that left only the thought of Meg and her brother together. She had seen Meg nude enough times that even if she were the type of girl that would fantasize about her, there was really nothing left to fantasize about. So was it the thought of Peter that had done this to her? No, Peter was a good-looking man, but thinking about him right now did nothing for her. So then it must have been the idea of that act of incest. As she thought the word, she felt a tingle run through her. Yes, that was it. The idea of sex between a girl and her brother was exciting her.
Still lost in thought, she moved away from the mirror. Almost mechanically, she turned on the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature. Then she stepped into the tub and let the warm water caress her body.
Her mind went back to those incidents when she and Jeff had fooled around. Granted, it had never gone as far as Meg and Peter had taken it, but still, she couldn't deny it had felt good. That last time during the summer in the tent with Kari had been very nice especially, even though she hadn't taken it as far as she had before. Still, there had been something extremely pleasing about just being naked with him. Her hand unconsciously went to her stomach, then reached lower as she remembered those times.
Jeff had gotten more and more handsome in these past few years. She suddenly felt a little jealous of Kari, and at the same time wondered just how far they had taken their relationship. She remembered that her aunt Rachael had said she had seduced Jeff, so apparently Jeff had no qualms about sex.
Sex. With Jeff. Was Kari indulging in that wonderful delight that Lissa had never quite achieved? She wondered what kind of lover Jeff was. No, she knew exactly what kind of lover he would be. Gentle and caring. Just like he was in all other aspects of his life. Such a sweet, handsome boy.
Jeff! she thought as she began to rub herself between the legs. It was just too bad that he was her brother, because a romantic relationship between them was impossible. It wasn't fair; Kari got to spend time with him while Lissa was stuck at college. She would even gladly trade places with Brit right now.
Brit obviously didn't know what she was missing. She fought with him when she could be taking advantage of his kindness and gentleness. Lissa had told them to be nice to each other, but would they? Instead of arguing, would they spend their time having fun together? Or maybe, like Meg and Shawn, just being near each other? She could imagine the two of them sleeping together on the couch. What Lissa wouldn't give to have that opportunity with Jeff again, just once! To lay her head on his shoulder, feel his arm around her, maybe his hand on her cheek, his lips on her forehead...
What was she doing? She was masturbating to the thought of her little brother! That was sick! If anything, she should be thinking about Matt right now. But Matt was the furthest thing from her mind. He was a good friend, fun to spend time with, even fun to kiss. But she needed something more, something deeper, something with someone she loved.
But Jeff? Yes, she loved him, but it wasn't supposed to be that kind of love. And yet, here she was, playing with herself as she thought about him. What kind of a monster was she, that she would entertain thoughts of a physical relationship with her own brother? What would he think if he could see her now?
See her now. In the shower. Naked. Her naked body on display for him. His eyes wandering all over her, taking in every inch of her skin, her glistening, hot flesh that longed for his touch. She could imagine him stepping into the shower with her, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her to him. His mouth pressed against hers. Their bodies together. And his hard cock...
"No!" she exclaimed defiantly, though in a whisper. She wasn't going to let herself be turned on by thoughts of her brother. That was just disgusting! She reached for the shampoo and began to wash her hair, trying to block out all thoughts of him.
But as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and it ran down her body, she realized that she had already gotten aroused, and even a simple sensation like the shampoo against her skin was sending tiny thrills through her body. She had to either go through with her fantasy, or leave herself unsatisfied. She needed release, but at what cost?
It was a difficult decision, but in the end, her willpower won out. She would just have to find some other release later. And it wouldn't be by thinking of Jeff, that was for sure!
She continued to wash herself off, gritting her teeth and trying to ignore the tingling sensations as she ran her hands over her body. She was just washing now, not masturbating. She couldn't afford to give in to the temptation.
She spent a few more minutes under the water, then turned it off. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, then stepped out of the shower. Leaving her clothes off, she plugged in the hair dryer and set to work drying her hair.
She wondered if Meg and Carla were through yet? How long had it been? She had neglected to bring her watch into the bathroom with her, and there was no clock in here. She still had to dry her hair at least, so that would give them a few more minutes.
She spent extra long on her hair, then unplugged the dryer, wrapped up the cord, and replaced it in her duffel bag. Then she put her underwear back on. She considered throwing on her shorts and tee-shirt, but she would have to take them off again as soon as she entered the room anyway, so she decided to leave them off. She smiled as she imagined walking out of the bathroom and bumping into Shawn as he went to get himself a drink of water or something. Wouldn't that be entertaining? At least he would think so, no doubt.
As it turned out, she had no such luck. The hall was deserted. She quickly darted to the other side and put her hand on the knob to the door to Meg's room, wondering what she would find. Was the show over? Or were they still in there, hugging or kissing or groping or licking?
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and peered in.
It was more or less what she had imagined. Both women were naked. Meg sat on the bed, a look of exquisite pleasure on her face and her legs wrapped over Carla's shoulder, who had her face mashed into Meg's thigh. Meg's head was thrown back, her eyes shut tightly, and she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming.
Lissa found that it didn't bother her as much as she had expected. Here were two women who loved each other, and they were expressing that love, that's all. Maybe two months ago she would have run away in shock, but now she quietly slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. Making her way to her own bed, she sat down. Though she had expected to lie down facing the wall and ignore the women, she found herself unable to look away. She had engaged in similar activities herself, but never before had she had a chance to actually watch it.
Probably because she had not achieved satisfaction in the shower, she slipped one of her hands down inside her panties. Aware of what she was doing but unable to stop herself, she began to rub herself just like she had in the shower. The thought frightened her that she was masturbating to two women making love, but somehow it just happened, almost without her consent. It was like her hand was moving on its own. Her other hand went up over her bra, and she pleasured herself there too. Something strange had come over her; the sight before her eyes was actually arousing her!
Meg opened her eyes for a moment and glanced over. She widened her eyes in shock for only a second, then the smile on her face grew even wider. She bucked her hips harder and harder against Carla's face, who lapped at her eagerly. Meg's hands went to the back of Carla's head and she pulled her in tight as she tensed up and shivered in the throes of ecstasy. She looked like she was aching to cry out as her orgasm hit her, but she somehow managed to keep quiet. Only the faintest of groans escaped her, then she collapsed back against the bed.
Carla continued to lick for a moment longer, as if not wanting to admit that it was over, but then she drew her head back. She glanced over at Lissa, seeing her there for the first time. She grinned just like Meg had when she saw what Lissa was doing.
"I see you enjoyed the show," she said, standing up.
That did it. Lissa finally broke free from the spell, removing her hands from her body. Carla laughed, but it wasn't a derogatory or condescending laugh, but a friendly one. "Don't worry," she said. "You refused to judge us, so I refuse to judge you. It's really not my business."
She moved over to her clothes and picked them up. As she dressed, Meg rose tiredly to a sitting position, reaching out a hand and fondling Carla. But they did nothing more except for a final deep, passionate kiss after Carla finished dressing, then the older woman winked at Lissa and disappeared through the door.
"So tell me the truth," Meg asked Lissa. "Did that really turn you on?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you don't have to admit it if it makes you uncomfortable. But I can see we might make a lesbian of you yet."
Lissa blushed, the first time one of Meg's comments had done that to her in weeks. Meg came over and sat next to her on her bed. Lissa was well aware that the girl was still nude, and it made her a little uncomfortable.
"What's on your mind?" asked Meg.
"I don't know. I'm just a little... overwhelmed, that's all."
"And no wonder. You haven't gotten off yet."
"I hope that's not an invitation!" she said, perhaps a little too sharply.
If Meg was offended by her words, she didn't show it. "I didn't mean it like that," she said with a smile. "Look, it's all right if you want to finish up here. I don't mind."
"I know you don't," mumbled Lissa.
"Okay, fine. I'll admit it. I'd like to watch. There, are you satisfied?"
"Well, at least you're honest."
"Come on, Lissa. I promise I won't touch you. You can go ahead and do it. What does it matter if I'm watching you?"
Lissa did want to continue touching herself; she hadn't had satisfaction yet, and the events of the evening and her own fantasies had gotten her so aroused that it was frustrating not being able to climax.
She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to forget that Meg was there.
Meg slid off of the bed and sat on the floor next to her. Lissa could still sense her presence there. But surprisingly the thought excited her. She couldn't believe she was about to play with herself for the amusement of another woman!
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, then pulled it off and discarded it to the side. She could sense Meg's eyes on her body, and realized that this was the first time Meg had seen her like this. The thought both frightened and thrilled her. Giving in to her arousal, she moved her hands to the side to give the girl a perfect view. She lay there just breathing for a while, feeling Meg's eyes on her almost like a physical, tangible thing that ran all over her body stimulating her. Then she reached down and slipped off her panties, then lay back on the bed again.
She let one hand slip between her legs, and she cupped one of her tits in the other. She began to rub herself, seeking out the most sensitive spots. Now that she didn't have to stand up like in the shower, she could relax and devote all of her energy to giving herself pleasure. Her fingers went to her nipple and she squeezed and pinched it, sending electric thrills through her body. She wondered if Meg was doing the same thing to her own body, but dared not open her eyes to find out.
Her other hand ground into her crotch, pressing on that sensitive bud that gave her so much pleasure. She let out a quiet moan, restraining herself out of fear of being heard. It wasn't too difficult; she had had many practice sessions when growing up with her brother and sister right across the hall. She had learned to hold back the sounds that otherwise came naturally as she pleasured herself. Instead, she took long, deep breaths to ease the building tension.
Her fingers worked their magic on her body, letting the pleasure overtake her. It was a welcome relief; there had been few opportunities to let herself go like this since she had moved into the apartment and shared a bedroom with another girl. No doubt Meg would have loved to watch her do this, but Lissa felt too self-conscious. Now, though, they were crossing the line, and perhaps in the future she wouldn't be so shy. It would be nice to be able to relieve herself like this whenever she wanted, whether Meg was there or not.
Her breaths came as gasps now, shorter and faster. Her body felt so sensitive now that she felt like screaming. Every nerve was exploding in bliss, especially the ones between her legs. All of the pleasure in her body focused itself on that one point, driving her into a frenzy.
Then she felt a new sensation there, a hand that was not her own. It slid beneath her own hand and took over the motions. For a moment she wondered where that new sensation came from, but then remembered that Meg was sitting nearby. Meg, her roommate, her friend, was helping her to achieve the release that she longed for. She let Meg's hand caress her, freeing up her own hand to seek out her sadly neglected other breast. The combined stimulation of all three of her most sensitive spots put her over the edge. Biting her lip to keep the orgasmic bliss from turning into the scream that she so desperately wanted to give, she shook with wanton abandon as the surge of pleasure overtook her. Then she felt it fading as it always did, leaving her weak but satisfied for now.
Then she suddenly realized what had just happened. Her eyes opened in horror, and she pushed Meg's hand away. "Meg!" she said. "What did you do?"
"Oh god, Lissa, I'm sorry!" Meg exclaimed, the same shock in her own eyes. "I shouldn't have... after I promised..." She stood up and headed over to her bed, where she sat down. She put her hands over her mouth as she just stared in shame and guilt for what she had done.
Lissa fought back the tears that were forming in her eyes. She was angry, and hurt, and afraid. Up till now she had trusted Meg completely, but Meg had just violated that trust. Now in this house, with Meg's family, she felt trapped. She wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to go.
"Lissa, I'm so sorry for what I did," Meg said. "It was stupid of me! I just couldn't help myself. Look, if it will make you feel better, I'll go take my things and sleep out in the hall. You can lock the door if you're at all worried that I might try something like that again."
Lissa shook her head. "No. You're fine in here. I just... oh please put some clothes on, Meg."
Meg nodded, and began to dress. Lissa did as well. The two of them sat in silence as they put on their clothes, Meg with an ashamed look on her face and Lissa with an angry one on hers. How could she! Meg was supposed to be her friend, and now this! As soon as she finished dressing, she lay down and turned over on her side to stare at the wall.
"Lissa," said Meg. "If you want to talk about this, I'm here for you. But if you don't, I'll understand."
"I don't want to talk about it right now. Just go to sleep."
"Okay." Meg switched off the lights, and in the darkness Lissa finally let the tears flow. She was not surprised to hear Meg sobbing as well.
The Second Betrayal
As soon as she woke up in the morning, she found that she could reflect on the previous night's activities with a clear head. Yes, Meg had broken her trust, but she decided that she wasn't going to let it bother her. Meg had obviously been sorry about what she had done, and that was the important thing. Lissa might have been angrier if it weren't for the fact that she had been touched by a woman like that before. If she had had no prior experience of this kind, it might have been devastating, but in fact, it really hadn't done any harm. Her anger wasn't for the act itself, but more for the fact that Meg had broken her promise.
She turned over and saw Meg awake and staring at her with sadness in her eyes. Both girls sat up. Meg lowered her eyes to the floor, but Lissa gazed at her roommate. It had been a simple lapse of judgment after all, a moment of weakness. And hadn't Lissa had a similar moment of weakness as she had watched the two women? Granted she hadn't actually touched them, but she had fondled her own body.
"Lissa," said Meg, "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I don't want you to hate me, but I'll understand if you do."
"Meg--" Lissa said, but her roommate cut her off.
"Just hear me out. I've thought a lot about what I'm going to do. I'm going to drive you back today, so you don't have to spend another night here with me. Monique won't be back until Sunday, so I'll sleep in her bed until then. That should give us time to think things through. As soon as we get back, I'll start looking for a new apartment. If I haven't found one by Sunday, I'll sleep on the couch until I do. That way you'll never have to share a room with me again. I'll be out of your life in a few days, and then you won't have to worry about it."
"I don't want you out of my life," Lissa told her.
"What?" asked Meg, her tear-filled eyes raising to Lissa's.
"I'm mad at you for breaking my trust, but I'll get over it. Let's not make this any bigger than it is; you hurt me, but not enough to ruin our friendship."
"But I... I touched you. I..."
"Violated me?" asked Lissa, and Meg nodded.
"No you didn't. If you remember, I didn't try to stop you until after it was all over. Would you have continued if I had pushed your hand away right at first?"
"No, of course not."
"Then that's it. You did something you shouldn't have, but in a way, I accepted it. Look, I do agree that we should go home today, because I'm still mad at you and I want to spend some time away from you for a while. But that will pass; I just need some time, okay?"
Meg nodded. "I'll drive you home as soon as we're ready."
"It's all right. You don't have to rush things. I want you to have plenty of time to say goodbye to your family. This isn't a punishment, or penance, or anything like that. Let's just leave this afternoon, all right?"
"All right. Lissa... does this mean you forgive me?"
"I forgive you, Meg."
Meg smiled and came over to her as if to give her a hug, then stopped, looking embarrassed. She turned around and went to her duffel bag to find some clothes to wear.
As Meg headed across the hall to take a shower, Lissa lay back on the cot and stared up at the ceiling. She was still a little angry, but worse than what her roommate had done last night was the change that had come over her. She was no longer the cheerful, flirtatious Meg that Lissa knew so well; this new Meg was serious and perhaps even a bit melancholy.
When her roommate returned, Lissa took her turn in the shower. It helped to relax her and clear her mind and emotions. And it seemed to wash away the lingering memory of Meg's hand between her legs. By the time she was finished, she was in a much better mood. She still felt a little angry, but now the worst seemed to be over and she felt that it would only get better from here.
She met Meg in her bedroom, and then without a word the two of them headed downstairs. Most of the family was already up; only Justin was still sleeping. They gathered around the kitchen table for breakfast.
"Did you two sleep well?" asked Maureen.
"Just fine," replied Lissa, with a smile that she hoped didn't look forced.
"I noticed you locked the door," said Shawn with a grin. "What were you two doing in there?"
"How did you know we locked the door?" Meg snapped.
"Sleepwalking," he shrugged.
"And you happened to sleepwalk right to our door, apparently," Lissa commented.
"Hey, it was your fault!"
"My fault?"
"Yeah, all those naughty things you did to me in my dreams. I couldn't control myself."
"Knock it off, Shawn," said Meg.
"Oh come on. You've still got another night here, so why not take advantage of it?"
"Actually, that's not quite true. Mom and Dad, I hope you don't mind but Lissa and I are going to leave early. We're going to drive back this afternoon."
"What?" asked Doug. "What happened? Did Shawn overdo it? Did he scare Lissa off?"
"No, it wasn't Shawn," Meg replied.
"What, then?"
Meg opened her mouth as if to say something, but then hesitated, as if she wasn't sure what to tell them.
Lissa decided to come to her rescue. "It's my fault," she said. "I've got a big test coming up after the break that I have to study for, and I forgot to bring the book with me. I'm really sorry that I'm taking Meg away from you. I wish I didn't have to do it, but this test could ruin the whole semester if I don't get a good grade. I was in a near panic this morning when I realized I didn't have the book with me."
Meg stared at her with a look of gratitude on her face.
"Oh, that's all right," said Maureen. "I remember my college days. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of someone trying to keep their grades up. Megan, are you all right with it?"
"Sure. I'm going to miss you guys, but it's only a few weeks until Christmas vacation starts, and then I'll get to see you all again."
"Are you going to bring Lissa back at Christmas time?" asked Shawn.
"And give you another chance to try to grope her? Not a chance," laughed Meg.
"Aw, you're no fun."
"Meg, can I talk to you alone for a moment?" asked Carla.
"Sure." The two of them disappeared into the next room.
Lissa sat down to talk with the rest of Meg's family, trying to make it sound like there was nothing wrong. Apparently she did a good job, because the family seemed to enjoy her company. Maureen even said she was sad to see her go, which made Lissa feel much better than she had all morning.
Meg and Carla returned from the other room a few minutes later, and Lissa couldn't help notice that Meg looked a little upset and Carla looked angry. She could guess what the two of them had been talking about. But they hid it well, and did nothing to detract from the cheerful atmosphere.
After talking for a while, Meg and Lissa went back upstairs to pack their bags. They didn't speak to each other as they did so, not that Lissa didn't want to; she just couldn't find anything to say. Plus she was still a little hurt from Meg's betrayal, and she thought that if they began to talk, she might say something she would regret.
They ate a light lunch, still not very hungry after the Thanksgiving dinner the day before. The conversation was jovial, but Lissa felt like her part in it was all an act, and suspected that it was the same for Meg. Neither of them felt particularly happy at the moment, and were just keeping up appearances.
Later, the girls carried their bags down from the bedroom and packed them into Meg's car. After a series of hugs with the family which even Lissa joined in, Meg and she climbed into the car and headed toward the highway.
They fell back into their pattern of silence, which Lissa at least felt uncomfortable about. Gone were the laughter and joking and teasing that had prevailed on the trip from the school. Now they simply sat and stared out the window.
"Lissa," said Meg after half an hour of driving. "I wanted to thank you for not telling my parents."
"No need to thank me. It's just as embarrassing for me as it is for you."
"Well, thank you anyway. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
Meg opened her mouth as if wanting to say something else, then closed it. Lissa could see that the girl felt bad about what had happened between them last night, but in fact, Lissa felt worse about what was happening between them right now. It was as if they had forgotten how to act around each other.
"I told Carla what I did to you," said Meg after another half an hour.
"And?" asked Lissa, trying to keep her tone neutral.
"She yelled at me."
"I hope I didn't ruin things for you two."
"Oh, don't worry about that. It's just a little lovers' spat, that's all."
"So was she mad at me?"
"Mad at you? Oh, you think she might have suspected you of tempting me? No, that didn't bother her; she doesn't have a problem with me being with other women. She knows about Sandy after all. The reason she yelled at me was for taking advantage of you. When she said you had earned a friend for life, she meant it."
"I'm glad. Not that she yelled at you, but that she sees me as a friend. You can't have too many good friends. You never know when you might lose one."
Meg sniffed, and Lissa wondered if she was about to cry. But she kept it under control.
"Lissa... was that a jab at me?" she asked.
"What? No, of course not, Meg. Just the opposite. You're still my friend, despite making a mistake like this. I guess I was just worried about this mistake driving a wedge between us, because I don't want to lose your friendship. I apologize if it sounded like I was insulting you."
"Don't apologize. I'm the one who should be apologizing to you."
"Well, I'll accept yours if you accept mine," she said, trying to sound cheerful.
Meg smiled. "Agreed," she said.
After that they fell silent again. It was that same awkward silence, as if they both wanted to say something but neither knew what to say. Lissa found that she missed Meg's teasing and joking. The ride to her house in the car had been fun and carefree, but the ride back so far was dark and gloomy. Lissa just couldn't get over the fact that Meg had betrayed her, but at the same time she felt worse about the fact that it had damaged their relationship. Would things ever be right between them again?
An hour later they passed through a small town, with a couple of restaurants and an ice cream parlor.
"So do you want to get some ice cream?" Meg asked.
"No thanks," said Lissa.
"You sure? My treat."
"Thanks, but I'm not in the mood for ice cream."
"A hamburger then? Pizza? Chinese take-out?"
Lissa laughed. "If you're that hungry, we can stop somewhere if you want."
"Actually, I'm not hungry at all. I'm just trying to make it up to you. Please let me do something for you. Anything you want."
Lissa could see how sincere her roommate was, and suddenly she stopped feeling angry. What had happened last night was a mistake that would never happen again; they had both learned their lessons. And Meg had been punished enough by her own guilt. Lissa put a hand on Meg's shoulder.
"You know what, Meg? It's all right. I'm not mad any more."
"Really?"
"Really. Look, I know what you can do for me."
"Anything."
"I want the old Meg back. The one that jokes and teases and plays around. The one that pretends to hit on all of us. The one that prances around the apartment naked to see if she can shock us."
"I could get naked right now if you want," Meg smiled, and Lissa laughed.
"That's the Meg I'm talking about. Welcome back. And by the way, I do not want you to get naked right now."
"Hey, you can't blame me for trying. Okay, let me say one last serious thing before I get all freaky again. I think what happened last night should stay a secret. We won't even tell Monique or Alya, all right?"
"All right. And Meg, I changed my mind."
"About what?"
"I am in the mood for ice cream after all. As long as you're paying, of course."
By this point they had passed the town, so Meg made a quick U-turn and headed back.
Ten minutes later they sat in the ice cream parlor licking triple-scoop cones. Meg, of course, somehow managed to turn an innocent act like eating ice cream into an obscene spectacle, and Lissa would have felt embarrassed were she not enjoying having the old Meg back. Quite a few of the other patrons kept glancing their way, but Meg paid them no mind, except to wink provocatively at a young woman who happened to catch her eye. The girl immediately turned away, blushing.
"Did you see that?" Meg whispered to Lissa. "She's been staring lustily at you this whole time."
"Ew!" Lissa exclaimed with a giggle. "And what about that guy over there staring lustily at you?"
"Ew!" Meg laughed, then continued licking naughtily. "Chocolate ice cream," she commented. "My second favorite thing to eat."
"What's the first?" asked Lissa, then immediately wished she hadn't. She had fallen right into the trap.
"Guess," Meg grinned.
"You're such a pervert, Meg!" Lissa exclaimed.
"What?" she asked innocently. "I was going to say curry chicken. I have no idea what you were thinking, but it sounds like you're the one with the dirty mind."
"Because I've been hanging around you too long."
They finished their ice cream with a few more naughty jokes, then headed back out to the car to continue their journey. Lissa felt much better about everything now; the cloud of gloominess had passed, and things were back to the way they used to be.
Just before they climbed back into the car, Lissa had a sudden urge to hug Meg. It was just what she needed after what had happened between them. She threw her arms around her roommate, catching her off guard. Then she did something even more unexpected; she kissed her on the cheek.
Meg's eyes opened in shock. "What was that for?" she asked.
"I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me," Lissa replied. "And I wanted you to know that there are no hard feelings. Just don't get the wrong impression," she added, laughing.
"Oh sure, make me all horny and then destroy my fantasies," Meg complained, but she wore a broad smile on her face.
They climbed back into the car and finally things were back to normal. Meg's old cheerful spirit was back, and Lissa found her mood contagious, just like before.
"So what are your plans for Christmas?" asked Meg.
"I'm going to fly home and spend it with my family," she replied. "I've been missing them all semester. I just hope I'm not too late."
"Too late?"
"To stop my brother Jeff from killing his little sister. Although on the other hand, I'm not sure it wouldn't be the other way around."
Meg laughed. "I thought you said Jeff was a great guy."
"He is. Absolutely wonderful. Except to Brit. For some reason the two of them have got it in their heads that they have to tease each other all the time."
"What's wrong with teasing?" Meg asked. "I notice you seem to like it when I tease you."
"Not that kind of teasing!" Lissa hurriedly explained. "They're brother and sister!"
"So are Shaun and me," Meg shrugged.
"Anyway, their teasing sometimes starts out good-natured, but it always degenerates into a fight. Fortunately it's never gotten physical, but then, I was always there as the peacemaker before. Who knows what they've gotten up to without me there to stop them."
"I'm sure they'll be fine."
"I hope so."
They sat in silence for a minute or two, but this time it wasn't the awkward, heavy silence of before, but a more relaxed, enjoyable silence.
"So is your sister cute?" asked Meg.
"She's thirteen!"
"Oh. Too young for me. Give her another year."
"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, you pervert."
"Sorry. It's just that I've got a thing for little sisters. Sandy's a little sister, you know."
"I never thought the presence of siblings could be considered a turn-on," Lissa laughed.
"Everything's a turn-on for me, didn't you notice?"
"Good point. Anyway, let's change the subject. What are your plans for Christmas?"
"I'm hoping Sandy's grandma kicks the bucket so I can take her home with me."
"What a horrible thing to say, Meg!"
"What? You can't tell me you've never wished something bad would happen to someone else just so that something good would happen to you."
"Okay, fine. But I've never come right out and said it like that."
"That just means I'm more honest than you."
Lissa shrugged. "Okay, I can't really argue with that."
"I'm kind of hoping I can get Sandy involved in a foursome with Peter and Carla."
Lissa laughed. "That would be interesting. I wish you luck."
"Thanks. On the other hand, maybe it's not such a good idea to let Carla and Sandy get together like that. I might risk having both my girlfriends dump me for each other."
"That would serve you right for having two girlfriends in the first place."
"What can I say? I was never a one-woman... er... woman."
They continued their banter nonstop the rest of the drive back to the apartment. It was only when Meg pulled up to the curb that she got momentarily serious again.
"Tell you what, Lissa," said Meg. "You said you needed some time away from me. So I'm going to leave you here for a while. I've got my books in my bag, so I'll go study in the library or something."
"It's okay, Meg, really," Lissa smiled.
"Well, do it for me then. I still feel a little bad about it, and I want to give you this time alone, all right?"
"Okay," Lissa agreed. "But I'll see you later tonight then?"
"Of course."
"You're not going to go looking for a new apartment?"
"If I did that, I'd never get a chance to seduce Alya."
Lissa laughed and climbed out of the car. Meg helped retrieve the suitcase from the trunk, then drove off down the road. Lissa climbed the steps to her apartment, then opened the door, feeling much better about things than she had before. Maybe she would call Matt; talking to him would be a welcome relief. Ever since they had gotten together, he liked to "keep her on a short leash," as he called it, as a joke of course. Mostly he acted jealous whenever she talked to another man, though it was usually all in fun. Still, he would probably want to know she had made it back safely.
The lights were on in the apartment, which meant someone was home, and the smell of hot tea permeating the air identified her as Alya, who was the only one in the apartment who drank it. Lissa thought that Alya would be nice to talk to as well. She dropped her suitcase in the front room and headed down the hall to the girl's bedroom. The door was open, so she stepped into the doorway to greet her roommate.
A pair of shocked eyes greeted her. Alya and Matt lay side by side in her bed. The sheets were pulled up over them, but it was obvious that they were naked.
"Shit, Lissa, I didn't think you would be home so soon!" Matt exclaimed.
"So you thought it would be okay to screw my roommate?" Lissa demanded, rage burning inside her.
"Lissa, I'm so sorry!" said Alya. "We didn't plan this. It just happened. Matt came by to check on me and make sure I was okay, then we got to talking, then... Oh, Lissa, I'm sorry!"
"I just couldn't help myself," said Matt. "I mean, when a man's in love..."
"Yeah, well, fuck you both!" Lissa exclaimed, slamming the door. Matt was such a fucking prick! After putting on a show of being friendly and sweet and devoted to her, now he was screwing her roommate behind her back. She hadn't had a boyfriend in so long, and now, when she finally thought she was in love, he did this to her. This was the second time she had been betrayed in as many days. At least she had come to terms with Meg, and even forgiven her. But this was different. Matt had not betrayed her by coming on to her, but by rejecting her.
She made up her mind. He would pay for this. She would hurt him the way he hurt her. But how to do it?
A wicked grin began to spread on her face. Matt could be possessive sometimes; ever since she had become his girlfriend he tended to get a little jealous every time she talked with another man. What better way to get her revenge than to do to him exactly what he was doing to her? She would fuck one of his roommates!
No, that was too good for him. At best it was breaking even. If he was going to play that game, she would play it too, but she was going to play to win. She wouldn't stop at one roommate. She would do all three of them.
Then she gasped as another idea came to her, one that even surprised herself. It was almost too nasty to think about. And yet, and yet...
No more would Lissa be a victim. It was time for her to start doing things her own way. She would take this to the extreme, to make him pay for what he did to her. Not only would she fuck all three of his roommates, she would do it at the same time!
Lissa's Transformation
Billy Chase was watching the football game on TV with his roommates when the doorbell rang. As he was the closest to it, he grudgingly got up from the couch and headed for the door.
"Whatever they're selling, we don't want any," said David.
Billy answered the door, and was surprised to see Lissa, Matt's girlfriend there.
"Oh, hi, Lissa," he said with a friendly smile. Ever since he had met her, he had thought she was hot. It was too bad his roommate had claimed her.
"Hi, Billy," she said, flashing him the warmest smile she had ever given him. There was something a little flirtatious in that smile, he thought. Or maybe he was just fantasizing.
"Is that that ugly girl Matt's been dating?" Walt called out from the couch, not turning to look. That was just Walt's way; he threw around insults the way most people made off-hand comments. It didn't matter that they weren't true.
"Yes it's that ugly girl Matt's been dating," Lissa told him. "And fuck you too," she said in the most annoyingly cheerful voice she could manage.
"Right now?" asked Walt. "I'm watching the game, but maybe during the next commercial."
"Come in," Billy offered. "Actually, Matt's not here right now, but you're welcome to watch the game with us."
"I know he's not here," she said. "He's in bed with my roommate right now."
Three pairs of eyes turned to her. She gave them a challenging look, as if daring them to doubt her word.
"You don't really mean--" said David.
"That's exactly what I mean. I just walked in on them."
"That fucking bastard!" Billy exclaimed.
"Thank you, Billy. That's exactly what my reaction was."
"So that's why he was acting so nice to her yesterday," said David. "He was hoping to get into her pants."
"Probably," Lissa agreed. "Well, apparently it worked."
"You should have joined them," Walt said with a grin.
"You're sick!" said Billy.
"Come on, Walt, this isn't a joking matter," said David. "How would you like it if you caught your girlfriend in bed with me?"
"Depends. Where are you fucking her?"
"What? In bed, of course."
"No, I mean, you fucking her pussy or her ass?"
"What does it matter?"
"Just answer me. You fucking her pussy or her ass?"
"Fine. Her pussy."
"Good. That would leave her ass for me."
"Sounds fun," said Lissa.
Once again, all eyes turned to her in astonishment.
"Matt's a loser," she explained. "He gets jealous if I even talk to another man, but then he goes behind his back and screws my roommate. So I think turnabout's fair play, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Billy.
"Basically what David and Walt were describing. I can think of no better way to get even with him than to fuck you three. At the same time."
"You're serious?" asked David.
"Absolutely. Let's see. You get my pussy, and Walt gets my ass. That leaves my mouth for you, Billy. What do you think?"
Billy was stunned. This was Lissa, the girl he had been drooling over ever since Matt had brought her home with him one afternoon. And she was actually offering to suck his cock!
"I have to admit, ugly girls turn me on," said Walt. "Fortunately, if I fuck you up the ass, I don't have to look at your face."
"What about you, David? You up for this?"
"I don't know. It seems a rotten thing to do to Matt."
"That's the point."
"But I'm not sure you've thought this all the way through."
Lissa walked over to her purse, reached inside, and pulled out a jar of KY jelly, which she handed to Walt. "If I haven't thought this all the way through, why would I have stopped by the store to pick this up? This is what I want, and Matt deserves every bit of it."
"But what if he comes back before we're through?"
"Wouldn't that be perfect?" she laughed. "I would love to have him walk in on us like that."
"Well, if you're sure about this."
"I am. So Billy, what about you? You want me to wrap my lips around that rod of yours?"
"Hell yes!" he exclaimed in excitement. He had never had his cock sucked before, and now it was going to be by the girl he had been lusting after for months!
"All right then, boys, drop your drawers."
The four of them immediately began to undress. Billy's eyes wandered over Lissa's body as she took off her clothes and tossed them in a pile in the corner. She was such a hottie! He thought it took forever for her to strip, though she seemed to be hurrying as fast as the rest of them.
As her bra came off, he licked his lips. Her tits were every bit as beautiful as he imagined them. She caught him staring at her, and spread her arms wide to give him a perfect view. "You like?" she asked with a grin.
"I love!" he responded.
Then her panties came off, and he felt he was in heaven. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair covering a beautiful slit. Maybe he could convince her to alternate so that he could have a chance at it. Not that he had anything against getting a blowjob from her.
By now, the three roommates had also lost all of their clothing, and they stood there, dicks as hard as rocks. Lissa eyed them over with hunger in her eyes.
"So how do you want to do this?" asked David.
"First things first. Walt, are you ready?"
"Am I ever!" he said, opening the jar of KY jelly.
Lissa got down on her hands and knees and thrust her ass in the air toward him. He knelt behind her, then rubbed some lubricant on his cock, and more on her puckered anal opening. Then he placed the tip of his cock against her hole.
Billy was enthralled. He had never seen anyone get ass-fucked before. This was going to be good.
Walt pressed forward a little, and Lissa sucked in her breath. Walt backed off a little. "You're too tight," he said. "I think you need to be warmed up a little."
"Fuck that," she told him. "Just shove it in already."
"Lissa, I think maybe Walt's right," said David. "If he does it like that, he could hurt you."
"Then hurt me! Ram it in as hard and as deep as you can, Walt. Don't be a pussy. Do it now!"
"All right, you asked for it," he said. With one tremendous effort he slammed forward and at the same time pulled her back against him.
She screamed in pain. "Oh, shit!" Walt exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Lissa!"
"Go to hell!" she told him, tears running down her cheeks. "Don't you dare pull out!"
"What are you saying, Lissa?" asked David.
"I'm saying I don't feel his balls against my ass, so that means he's not deep enough. Ram me again, Walt!"
"Are you sure?"
"Just do it, you fucker!"
Gritting his teeth, he shoved in again with all his strength. Again she cried out in anguish. Her tears flowed freely now, and she made no move to stop them.
"More!" she cried.
Walt did as instructed. He shoved in again, causing another cry of pain.
"More!" she shouted again, and Walt began to fuck her now, hard and deep. At first she cried out in pain with every thrust, but as time went on, they gave way to moans of pleasure. Finally, she told him to stop.
"We don't want to finish before the others are in, do we?" she asked. "I want you to lie back so that I can sit on your cock. That will give David room to enter me."
Walt eased backward, drawing him carefully with him, until he was lying on the floor with her on top of him. Almost her full body weight was pressing down on his cock.
"Come on, David, what are you waiting for?" she demanded.
David didn't have to be told twice. He knelt down in front of her, positioning his hard cock against her pussy.
"Don't you dare be any more gentle than Walt," she commanded him. "I want it all up inside me in one thrust."
"Lissa, you don't know what you're saying," David told her. "You're not ready there yet."
"Hey, fuck you! I know when I'm ready, and I'm ready now!"
"Fine," he said. He moved in close to her, then with one swift motion he impaled her on his rod. Again she screamed in pain, and David stopped for a second.
"Who told you you could stop?" she demanded. "Keep shoving it up my pussy." David did so, and once again she began to cry out in pain.
"Damn it, you two," said Billy. "I don't care what she says, can't you see you're hurting her?"
"Shut up and stick your cock in my mouth," she said.
David moved his legs out in front of him then leaned back until he was lying on the floor as well. That gave Billy room to step over him and maneuver his hips to Lissa's face. She immediately opened her mouth and sucked his dick in.
The feel of her lips were heavenly! She sucked hard, using her tongue to add a little extra stimulation. It was all he could do to stop from cumming right there. But he wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
She pulled her head back for a moment and released his member, to his disappointment. "We have to do this right," she said. "Walt, take my arms and hold them behind my back. Keep them there! Don't let me get away."
He obediently grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, keeping a tight lock on them. She was now completely restrained.
"Now Billy, I want you to abuse my mouth. Put your hands on my head and pull me in as hard and fast as you can. Shove your cock in until I gag, and then keep going. Every time you shove it in, make sure it goes to the base. There better not be a millimeter of your cock outside my mouth, you understand?"
"Shit, really?" he asked.
"Lissa, this is going too far," said David, though he continued to thrust in and out of her. "That could get dangerous. What if you can't breathe?"
"Who asked you, you fucker?" she exclaimed. "Billy, do it! Do it hard, fast, and deep!"
Hearing those words drove him into a frenzy. This was such a dream come true! Grasping her head between his hands, he placed his cock in her mouth. Then he shoved.
She closed her eyes tight as she gagged. He pulled out almost to the end, then thrust back in as hard as he could. She kept sucking away, despite the involuntary gagging noises she was making. The sound of them only served to heighten his lust. He continued to shove in deep, slamming against the back of her throat.
The tears flowed like rain, tumbling down her cheeks and splattering against his legs and her tits. Walt's grip on her arms meant that she couldn't stop this if she wanted to. There would be no mercy until all three roommates finished.
He sped up the rhythm, going faster and faster. Surely it was too fast for her to even catch a breath, but he was in too much ecstasy to stop. She was his bitch now. Her mouth was a slave to his cock, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He held nothing back, slamming her again and again.
Her body tensed. Maybe she was trying to struggle. Maybe she was panicking and trying to get away. But it was too late for that. She had put herself in this position, and Billy wasn't going to stop for anything now. Just a little longer now, and he would reach the finale. He would take the pleasure from this slave that was rightfully his, the pleasure that she had been teasing him with for so long. He would take it to the ultimate, take him over the top.
Walt was the first to climax, not surprisingly since he had been inside her the longest. He cried out in ecstasy and shoved in deep, his whole body freezing up as he emptied his load inside of her.
David was not far behind. His orgasm, though, was more full of motion. He continued to thrust inside as he came, bouncing her up and down on his hips.
That left only Billy. He knew he was getting close, and he attacked her mouth with renewed passion, almost violence. No, it had gone far beyond violence now. He was slamming her as hard as he could, as if trying to break through to the back of her head. Though she was crying, he didn't let up. No, this bitch would see him through to the end.
Then the pleasure began building to a peak. He knew he was almost there. As it reached the top, he grabbed her hair and pulled her in, thrusting what he thought must be a thousand times harder than he had thrust before. Her face was squashed against his belly, her lips all the way to the base of his cock, and the tip felt like it was shoved down her throat all the way to her stomach.
He literally screamed in pleasure as he shot his load down her throat, forcing her to swallow it because there was no other place to go. It seemed like it went on for hours as he held her there, immobile, subdued, and completely in his power.
Then the peak was over, and he felt the pleasure draining away. God, that felt good! He had never had such a mind-blowing orgasm before. He released the pressure and pulled out, finally allowing her to breathe again.
Walt released her arms then, and she slowly and shakily rose up off of their dicks, collapsing on the floor weeping.
"Lissa?" asked David, his hand going to her arm and a look of concern on his face. "Are you all right?"
"That bastard Matt!" she sobbed. "I'll show him!"
"Lissa, you just did," David told her. "You just got your revenge on him."
She looked up at him with those teary eyes, then took a deep breath to calm herself and wiped away her tears. Suddenly, she wore a look of defiance in her eyes.
"That was good for a start," she said. "But it's not over yet between him and me."
"So you're not hurt?"
"Of course I'm hurt, you jackass!" she exclaimed. "You guys just pounded me half to death! I have to admit, though, that that was the best sex I've ever had." Then she laughed. "I'm such a mess. You guys mind if I use your shower?"
The boys all agreed, and David even helped her to her feet and into the bathroom. After the fucking she had just received, she could barely stand, much less walk. He got out an extra towel for her, then as she stepped into the tub, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
As Lissa let the soothing water wash over her, she closed her eyes and let it work its magic. She was sore from the ordeal; she'd probably be feeling this for a week. It was her own damn fault, of course, but she had wanted to do this right. It had to be raw, it had to be hard, it had to be a gruelling experience. Because Matt had wanted her body, she had to punish it to punish him. The object of his lust had been abused, and he would forever know that it was because he had thrown it aside.
There was something else awakening in her as well. Her actions tonight were so completely unlike herself that she almost couldn't believe she had done it. But now that it was over, she realized that it was because she had been sheltered, restrained, repressed even. All those things that she had been taught growing up, about how to be a proper lady, they were just layers of clothing hiding the true Lissa from view. Now she was tearing them off her, breaking free of the restraints. She was casting aside the old Lissa, that stifling, imprisoning shell who had forced the real Lissa to live her whole life in a cage. The new Lissa was free to do as she wanted. Free to dress the way she wanted, free to talk the way she wanted, free to live the way she wanted. She was even free to fuck every guy she met if she wanted. She was without bounds or limits.
"There's no such thing as guilt," she said aloud. That would be her new philosophy. Guilt was just a feeling. She felt happy, she felt sad, she felt guilty. But all of these emotions could be controlled. How many times had she heard a lecture about being happy regardless of your circumstances? Well, if happiness could be summoned at will, why couldn't guilt be banished the same way? The new Lissa would rid herself completely of guilt, because it only served to hold her back from what she wanted. The new Lissa would do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and damn the consequences!
She giggled as she thought back to the previous night and the incident with Meg. The new Lissa felt disgusted with the old Lissa's weakness. How naive she had been! She should have allowed Meg to do whatever she wanted. Better yet, she should have jumped on Meg herself. It had felt good after all, and it was only the shame that had hurt her so much. But from now on, there would be no shame. She was going to start actually living life.
And Matt would have no part of it. In a way, she had him to thank for her transformation. But it was not out of the goodness of his heart that he did this. No, he had broken her trust, and so he deserved not her thanks, but her enmity. Her first mission as the new Lissa was to hurt him. Let him see what he could have had, and deny it to him forever.
His roommates would surely brag about this experience. Good. But as she had told them, this was just a start. Where could she go from here?
The new month was coming up, and Mr. Bullard would expect to be paid. She smiled. Let Matt see that she would rather blow that old pervert than let Matt touch her. That would be the next step. Yes, that would hurt him plenty.
Even as she thought it, she wondered if it were true. There was something nagging her, a half-formed thought in the back of her mind telling her that this was all for nothing. Was she just deceiving herself? Was she committing all these atrocities in vain?
Then suddenly she knew what it was. When she had caught Matt with Alya, he had said that he was in love. But now that she thought about it, she realized the horrible truth. He loved Alya, not Lissa!
Damn him! Even giving herself to everyone except Matt would not punish him. He had robbed her of her vengeance. But there still had to be a way to get even with him. What could she do that was worse than what he had done to her?
And then she had it. It was a wicked thought, at least for the old Lissa. But it was one the new Lissa could contemplate. It would mean an entire change of lifestyle, but wasn't that exactly what she was doing anyway? Matt had hurt her, in a sense, by taking away the person she loved. There was only one thing she could do to match that. She would steal Alya from him!
When she returned to her apartment that night, she found Matt had long since left. Monique was not home yet, but she found Alya on her bed, her head resting in Meg's lap, crying.
Meg glanced up at Lissa as she entered, a look of pity in her eyes. She smoothed back Alya's hair, then helped her up into a sitting position, keeping a loving arm around her. Alya just stared at the floor, not daring to look Lissa in the eyes.
"There are two ways we can do this," said Meg. "If this is going to get nasty, I'm going to stay here and be the referee to keep it from getting out of hand. But I'd prefer to leave you two alone so you can talk it out. It's your call, Lissa."
"I think I'd like to be alone with Alya for a minute," Lissa responded. "And I promise I'll keep it civil."
"I'll be out in the front room. Call me if you need me," Meg said, then rose off the bed and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Lissa came and sat down on the bed beside Alya.
"I'm sorry, Lissa," said Alya quietly. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have--"
Lissa cut her off, putting a finger to Alya's lips to silence her. Alya glanced up at her with tear-filled eyes, and Lissa gave her an encouraging smile. The lines of worry on Alya's face turned to hope.
Lissa put an arm around her, much like Meg had. She held her there for a moment, then suddenly wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. Alya accepted the embrace, letting the tears flow.
They sat that way for at least five minutes, Lissa stroking her hair and Alya crying on her shoulder. As she held her, her anger began to fade. Yes, Alya had stolen her boyfriend, but Lissa was over him now. Everything about him had been a lie. Alya had fallen for him just the same way Lissa had, and her jealousy turned to pity. Would Matt tear Alya apart as he had done to Lissa? In her own case, she had gathered up the pieces and become stronger than ever. But what would happen to Alya when Matt tossed her away? Lissa had meant to come in here to play a part, to make it look like she forgave Alya and thus earn her gratitude, which could help on the road to conquering her. But now, as she held the weeping girl, she realized that she really did care about her.
That didn't change what she had to do; in fact, it made it easier. Now it was no longer about stealing her from Matt. It was about protecting her from him.
Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled away from one another. Alya took a moment to dry her tears, then managed a weak laugh.
"Shouldn't you be the one crying right now?" she asked.
"It's all right," said Lissa. "The fact that you're crying shows that you feel bad about what happened, which means that you really do care about my feelings, and that's all the apology I need from you. I was mad at first, but now that I've had time to think things over, I realize that I'm no longer mad at you. It's only Matt that I hate right now."
"Matt?" asked Alya. "But I'm just as guilty--"
"No you're not. He was my boyfriend, so he had a responsibility toward me. You didn't. He betrayed me, Alya. I don't care what you did or didn't do to encourage him; it was his decision in the end. So let's have no nonsense about blaming yourself, okay?"
"You really don't hate me?"
"I've already lost a boyfriend tonight. I don't want to lose our friendship over this as well."
"Lissa, I can't believe how well you're taking this."
"Believe me, I'm completely over Matt. He can do what he wants as far as I'm concerned. I'm more worried about you."
"Me?"
"You're not at fault here. If anything, you're as much a victim as I am."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Well, I thought I loved him. But I only loved what I thought he was. The real him turned out to be something quite different. It was hard for me to see that. This night has been filled with pain." That was certainly the truth! "And so I want to spare you from going through the same thing."
"I don't understand."
"He was willing to betray me. Are you sure he won't betray you?"
"He's not like that! This wasn't something he usually does."
"How do you know?"
"Because of something he said."
"What did he say?"
Alya looked away. "I'm not sure I should tell you. It might hurt you."
"I've already been hurt so much tonight that this won't make any difference."
"All right. He admitted that he had used you to get to me."
"I'm not surprised. And I'm not hurt, either, in case you're wondering."
"So you see, it's not that he usually goes after two women at once. He was interested in me from the beginning. He said he had never done something like this before."
"I can understand, although not condone, using me like that. If that were all there is to it, I would say he's just made a bad mistake. But I think it only fair to warn you that he tried to get me to have sex with him a couple of times, so that tells us something else about him. Just think about it."
"Okay, but I still think he really does care about me."
"Maybe you're right. I hope so, I really do. I hope he turns out to be perfect, wonderful, and the man of your dreams. I hope that the two of you live happily ever after. But what if you're wrong? If so, isn't it better to end it now before you really do fall in love with him? The thought of you experiencing the same pain that I did breaks my heart."
"I don't know, Lissa. I don't know what I want."
"All right. You're a big girl, so I can't tell you what to do. You've heard what I've had to say, so I won't pressure you any more about it. It has to be your decision. Just think about what I said, okay?"
Alya nodded.
"There's a good girl," Lissa smiled, then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Alya's eyes widened momentarily as she wondered about the gesture, but Lissa had already hopped off the bed and was headed out of the room.
Meg glanced up at her as Lissa emerged from the bedroom and sat down on the couch.
"So which one of you is going to move out?" asked Meg.
"Neither of us. We made up."
"Just like that?"
"Yes, just like that. Alya's sorry for what she's done, and that's good enough for me."
"But Lissa, this isn't just a simple little thing like spilling soda on your favorite dress."
"No it's not, but Matt's the one I hate right now. Alya's just a victim like I was. She doesn't need my anger right now; she needs my pity, and my support. I'll be damned if Matt's going to hurt her like he hurt me."
"So what are you saying?"
"I don't know. I need some time to think things over. But don't worry about any confrontations between Alya and me, because we're going to stick together through this."
"Lissa, I can't believe how selfless you're being right now. Now two of your roommates have betrayed you, and you've forgiven both of us. Alya even stole your boyfriend. If I had caught one of you sleeping with Sandy... no, on second thought, I would have just crawled into bed with you and made it a threesome."
Lissa laughed. "Just do one thing for me, Meg. Keep up the jokes. I think we all need that right now."
The next couple of days were a little tense in the apartment, but Lissa did her best to show Alya that she wasn't angry. When Monique came home on Sunday morning, Lissa let Alya explain the situation to her. Monique was as angry at Matt as Lissa had been at first, but both girls assured her that it was all right.
It was that afternoon that Lissa decided it was time to take the next step in her plan. She had been dreading doing this because there was still a trace of the old Lissa left, a part of her that felt uncomfortable with the whole thing. But she wouldn't let that part of her rule her. So she took a deep breath and marched into her room to talk to her roommate.
Meg was lying on the bed leafing through a Lecher magazine when Lissa came in. Not surprisingly, she was naked. Even during the day she preferred to go without clothes. She glanced up and smiled. "Hi, Lissa," she said.
"Meg," said Lissa, "I need your help."
"Anything for my cute, sexy little roommate," Meg joked.
"I know that you and Sandy sometimes involve other girls when you make love, right?"
"Why, you want to join us some time?" she laughed.
"Yes," said Lissa without the hint of a smile on her face.
Meg's laughter cut off abruptly. "Really?" she asked.
"Really."
"Lissa, remember the last time we did anything like that. I still feel guilty about taking advantage of you. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm going to be perfectly frank. I need you to be my teacher. I'm still angry at Matt, and I want to punish him. I think the worst thing I can do to him is steal Alya away."
"No," said Meg immediately.
"What do you mean, no?"
"No, you're not going to ruin Alya's life just to get your revenge. She's our friend, and I'll be damned if I'm going to help you hurt her."
"I don't want to hurt her. Just the opposite, in fact."
"What do you mean?"
"Matt is a self-centered, bigamous asshole. He turns on the charm and girls just melt in his arms. I fell for it, and now Alya's falling for it too. I want to save her from him."
"By stealing her away? Do you realize what you're asking?"
"Yes. I want you to teach me to be a lesbian. To tell you the truth, I'd be a little more comfortable if it were just you teaching me, but I wouldn't ask you to go behind Sandy's back like that. I need to learn to seduce girls, even to the point that I'm capable of seducing a straight girl away from her boyfriend."
"Lissa, this is Alya we're talking about, not just some boyfriend-stealing cock teaser."
"What's the matter? I thought you would be happy to see her switch over. But you're talking about it ruining her life."
"While I maintain that all girls are lesbians deep down inside, they need to discover that for themselves. I like to tease and flirt with girls, and if they're willing, my offers are bona fide. But I make sure I'm obvious about it so that they know what they're getting into and they have plenty of opportunity to reject my advances. You're talking about taking advantage of a girl who's vulnerable right now, and doing it with deceit and trickery."
"It's the only way to spare her from the pain that I went through. Alya doesn't need a selfish prick like Matt; she needs someone who really cares about her."
"But do you really care about her, or are you just using this as a way to get even with Matt?"
"Both."
"Answer me one thing, Lissa. Suppose you could either get your revenge or protect Alya, but not both. Which one would you choose?"
"That's easy. I would protect Alya," said Lissa, but wondered whether that were really the case. She had said it because she knew it was the only way to get Meg on her side, but perhaps there was some degree of truth to it.
Meg grinned. "Then I say let's do it. To tell you the truth, I've always hoped for a pupil as eager as you are. This is like a dream come true. All right. I'm planning to go visit Sandy tonight, so I'll call her and ask if she minds if I bring you along. We can start then. But let's be clear about this; if it looks like you're going to hurt Alya, I'll shut the whole thing down by telling her what you were trying to do."
"Fair enough. Thanks, Meg."
"You can 'thank' me properly tonight. In fact, you can thank me over and over again," she grinned slyly, and this time, Lissa didn't blush at her innuendos. In fact, feeling a sudden boldness, she came over and threw her arms around her. She refused to let herself feel awkward about hugging a naked woman. It wasn't the first time she had done so, after all. And with Allison, Lissa herself had been naked as well. Now that she thought about it, she realized that her actions on that sailboat that summer had been the first time the new Lissa had expressed herself. That was the real Lissa, not the suppressed, sheltered girl that had ruled her for eighteen years. She