I was typing away in my office when I saw a flash on the opposite side of the valley. I picked up my binoculars and scanned the road. I saw the dust first, then the car. It wasn’t a Forest Service truck.
I ran downstairs. “Jill, what does what’s his name drive?”
“Who?” she asked.
“Your ex?”
“A silver Pathfinder,” she said.
Shit. The car I had seen was sliver or gray. “Get Caitlyn now and meet me here,” Jill started to protest. “NOW!” She went.
I grabbed my camouflage gear, rifle, pistol, and extra ammo. I also grabbed extra green jackets for the women. They came hustling back in. “Here, put these on.”
“Why?” Jill asked.
“Because I said so and because there’s a silver car coming up the road,” I said.
Jill stood for a second, then cursed under her breath and started putting on her jacket. Caitlyn got into hers. I led them out, locking all the doors behind us, and led them up the hill. They struggled, even though they had been at the altitude for a while, they weren’t used to climbing steep rugged hills like this. But I knew we had time. About half way up the hill was a pile of downed trees that had a panoramic view of the house and surrounding area. There was also no way to approach from behind, without climbing the mountain from the other side.
“Okay, lay down and don’t make a sound and don’t move. The eye catches movement, even over a distance. Got it?” They both nodded. They looked scared. Well, they had every right to be. 'How did the fucker find this place?' I kept asking myself.
“Jill, did you call anyone?”
“No.”
“Caitlyn?”
“No.”
“It can’t just be dumb luck,” I said shaking my head. Fifteen minutes later we heard the sound of the car in the still air. I put my finger to my lips, be quiet.
The car stopped as soon as he could see the cabin. He backed down a little just enough to hide the car and shut off the engine. He got out on the other side so I couldn’t see what he was doing. When he stepped around in front walking towards the house I could see he had a hunting rifle. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a pistol in his jacket too.
Jill caught my attention and whispered, “It’s Jim.”
Like that was a surprise. I could see the guy stalking the house, trying to stay out of the line of sight. He saw Jill's car and went over to look in it. I assume he could tell it was Jill's car. He finally came to the door. Rather than knock, the bastard busted it down. I was not going to like this guy, I was sure of that.
About ten minutes later, a shot rang out. “Bastard,” I said. “You better not have put a bullet through a wall and let in the snow this winter.” I really didn’t like the guy now. I put the muzzle of the rifle between two logs and lined up on the house, still watching but able to draw a bead in seconds.
Another ten minutes and he emerged from the house, looking around in all directions. Caitlyn picked that moment to see what was happening, even though I had warned her. He spotted her blonde head sticking up, turned, and fired off a round. Caitlyn fell onto the ground. I had a bead on the guy and didn’t wait. He had fired at me. I gently squeezed the trigger and the rifle jumped in my hand. From a hundred twenty yards, the M-16 round fires flat and fast. I had the pipper right in the middle of his chest. Down he went like he’d been pole-axed and didn’t move. That round isn't designed to wound people.
I looked behind me. Caitlyn looked about as scared as a person could look and was hugging the ground, trying to dig in like a hedgehog. Jill looked plenty scared too. “It’s over,” I said.
Jill looked up. “How do you know?”
“Because I hit him in the middle of the chest with an M-16.” I didn’t bother with hydro-static effects and the bullets tumbling and all the gruesome realities. I just left it at that.
“But…” she started.
“Jill, you’ve seen too many bad westerns where the good guy has to wear a sling for two days after he gets shot. Jim is dead.”
That flat statement sunk in. Suddenly, she was crying. Caitlyn joined in. I guess that makes sense. He was nuts, but he was Caitlyn’s father and Jill’s husband. I let them cry. Jim hadn’t moved and I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. I sat back against the logs and began to shake from the adrenaline. It lasted about five minutes so we were quite a threesome, two criers and a shaker.
After we had all recovered a bit, I asked Jill, “Do you want him to just disappear?”
She looked at me for a moment then understood what I was offering. She shook her head. “No, he has family too. My in-laws are actually good people.”
“Well, we need to go call the sheriff.” I led them down, keeping them away from the body so they wouldn’t disturb the evidence. I also brought my brass with me knowing they’d need to test it.
“Aren’t you going to check if he’s alive,” Caitlyn asked, staring at what was once her father sprawled in the dirt.
“Caitlyn, he’s gone. Come inside,” I herded them in and called the county sheriff. I told them what had happened and told them they’d need the evidence car, the coroner, but no ambulance. It was an hour and a half before they made it up the hill.
I met them by his car and told them my story. I assured them nothing had been touched. The photographer was already busy taking pictures. The sheriff tracked him from the car, into the house and back out. He found the bullet hole. The asshole had fired into one of my food storage chests thinking somebody might have hidden inside.
I said, “Prick,” when told.
The sheriff smiled and nodded. “The bullet hit several jars. Quite a mess,” he said. My estimation of Jim went lower if that was possible. The deputies took Jill and Caitlyn into the house and interviewed them one upstairs and one down. The sheriff reviewed all three statements. “Looks like a righteous shoot. By the way, you got a ten ring,” to me.
I smiled.
“What’s that mean,” Jill asked.
“A bull’s-eye,” he said. “By the way, Ma’am. If it matters, he was dead before he hit the ground. It was quick.”
She teared up, but managed to say, “Thank you, officer.”
They loaded up the body. A deputy took his car and that quickly, they were gone. It was almost as if nothing had happened, except the door lock was broken and the mess in the locker. Pasta sauce was everywhere. I could fix the door the next day with another day to paint. I kept plenty of wood and supplies around just in case I ever needed it in winter. Caitlyn cleaned up the food locker.
Two days after the shooting, the Sheriff called with the last bit of information. Deputies interviewed anyone who might have seen anything and hit a nugget. It seems Jim had found out about the cabin but found it empty. He backtracked and happened to run into a Forest Service ranger who had seen Jill make the wrong turn. That’s all Jim needed and he set off up my road. It was just a concatenation of random bad luck.
The next couple days were pretty rocky what with two females on the verge of crying at the drop of a hat. Jill had called Sally and let her know what happened. She had also called her in-laws, a very difficult conversation to say the least. She was crying for an hour after she got off the phone. Caitlyn suffered wild mood swings. I swear, I was ready to jump off a cliff. But after three days, it really started to smooth out and I again began to appreciate their being there.
At dinner, I invited them to stay a while if they wanted. They talked, and accepted the next morning. Suddenly, I had semi-permanent roommates.
That situation seemed to ratchet up the intensity of the prior situation, as both women drew a bead on me. They were fairly dancing round each other to get my attention though I don’t think either realized it. I guess they were both in that time of the month when a woman is most susceptible to such thoughts, because they oozed seduction.
That night, after Caitlyn went off to shower, I pulled Jill upstairs. I decided to hit it square. “Jill, it is pretty obvious that you are well, coming on to me.” She blushed but made no comment to contradict it.
“It is also just as certain that Caitlyn is just as anxious for my companionship,” I said.
“Caitlyn?”
“You really haven’t seen it?”
Jill shook her head. “Why that little…”
“Whoa. Wait a minute. Don’t get jealous of your daughter,” I said.
She was angry and that didn’t help. “I am not jealous of my twelve-year-old daughter.”
“I’m sorry to disagree, missy, but you sure as hell are displaying all the symptoms. As for her being twelve, she is every bit as much a female as her mother. All the things that are affecting you are equally affecting her. I don’t mean this to sound like bragging, but it just makes sense that if you find me attractive, she would find me attractive. Does that make her bad, that she likes the same things her mom likes?”
“That’s a hell of a way to put it,” Jill said. “I can’t believe I’m in competition with my daughter.”
“You’re not, except in your mind.”
“How sure are you that Caitlyn is trying to seduce you?” Jill asked.
I laughed, “Tell you what. Tomorrow you don’t try to seduce me and just watch Caitlyn.”
“There’s only one way I’d give up trying to seduce you, and that’s if I already had,” she said.
Like I said, Jill had been ratcheting up the sexual tension, and she took that moment to max the dial. My ears burned with my blushing so red. She didn’t say a thing, just held my eye.
“Damn it, Jill. There’s no way I can say no to you. I’m not making any promises, so if you don’t withdraw what you said…” I let that hang in the air.
“You can’t withdraw if you haven’t started,” she said.
I came up out of my chair and fair dragged her, giggling I might add, to my bedroom. Our clothes were on the floor before we reached the bed. There had been way too much tension in the air for too long. We fell onto the bed and wrapped ourselves around each others, the kisses desperate with passion and need.
My cock was hard as an iron bar and pressed against her. She ground down on it. “Mike please,” she moaned as we broke from the clench. I rolled between her legs. She grabbed me and led my staff to her. She was wet with desire and I slid into her, slowly, as she hadn’t been getting any regularly and the muscles had to relax to let me in.
I tried to go slow, I really did, and make it good for her, but she needed it just as badly as I. She urged me on, faster and faster, deeper and harder, till we were slapping together, filling the air with the sound of raw sex.
Neither of us took long, and it was a good thing since we would have passed out had we kept up that pace for too long. I felt the rumbles begin and warned Jill, “I’m cumming.”
That was enough to push her over the top as well when she felt the first spurts of my cum filling her. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Goddd...”
I was spent and fell to the side. Jill clung to me and we lay together. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I was looking at her face flushed with sexual fulfillment. I smiled and kissed her gently.
I think Jill thought that the issue was settled. Caitlyn didn’t quite think the same way. She figured out that mom had struck first, but she didn’t give up. In fact, her seduction picked up in intensity. The truth was, I was finding it getting harder to turn down Caitlyn.
Jill continued to ignore Caitlyn’s ever more brazen attempts to seduce me. For me, it came to a head, pardon the pun, when Caitlyn came in as I was writing in the morning. I am usually pretty surly when interrupted at my writing. The girls both figured that out quickly and would wait for lunch.
Either she had slept late or never changed, because Caitlyn came into my office wearing nothing. I learned later that she had intended to wear soemthing seductive but didn't have anything good enough. She did borrow a pair of fancy stockings form her mom, but they covered nothing important. So she let things go natural and didn't wear a thing to cover the important stuff, a look I personally adore in women, buck naked. As I had said early on, Caitlyn could have passed for a much older girl and she looked fine. Her tits were still small but full with generous nipples atop them. I could see her pussy, bare as the day she was born. Her legs were still a bit coltish but shaping up into fine legs. I could imagine them locked around my waist. Last, she was wearing make up, subtly, but provocatively. In short, the girl was in full seduction mode.
I made a quick assessment and knew I could probably turn her down this time, but I knew it would be soon when I’d no longer turn her down, and even this time was getting chancy the longer I looked at how sexy she was.
“Sorry to bother you, but I had a question about one of the stories,” she said, her hands playing with her hair, whether seductively or nervously I couldn't tell and it didn't matter. I was hooked.
“Uh, yeah,” I answered.
She slinked over to me, her hand resting on my thigh. “You said a girl’s first time should be with an older guy, a guy who can make it good for her,” she said her hand trailing up my thigh.
“Whoa, a character said that, not me. Not everything in a story is the author’s thoughts or beliefs. Sometimes, you know what a character would say and it isn’t what you would say because the character is different than you. Second,” I said standing. Caitlyn jumped back surprised. I grabbed her hand and set off down the stairs. “We three need to talk.”
Downstairs I yelled, “Jill.” She came running, stopping dead when she saw Caitlyn. I pointed to the couch, “Have a seat.” The three of us sat, Caitlyn looking horribly uncomfortable and now trying to cover herself, impossible since she was basically buck naked, Jill looking pissed, and me amused.
“Caitlyn, quite trying to cover up. I’ve seen it now and so has your mom.” She shot me a poisonous glance.
“Jill, cool off. She’s your daughter, after all,” I said, earning me a glance from Jill, but she tried to moderate herself.
“Ladies, here’s the deal. Upstairs just now I saw how sexy Caitlyn is for real.” That got me a smile from Caitlyn and a frown from Jill. I continued, “I knew I could say no, one more time. This is it. I suspect that next time I am not going to say no.”
“The way I see it, there are three choices. One, you can pack up and head out. Personally, that’s my least favorite choice. I have come to like having you here. Two, you could both practice being nuns and foreswear sex. Somehow, I just can’t see that one lasting until dinner knowing both of you.” That got a blush from both of them. “Third, we can accept what so obviously is what the three of us want. I admit, it would be a bit out there from our current social rules, but if it is what we all want ain’t nobody around here to complain.” I let that sink in. “Let me know what you guys decide.” I went back up to my office. I didn’t get much writing done.
At lunch, Jill pulled me aside. “You forgot one choice. I get you and Caitlyn doesn’t.”
“I didn’t forget that one nor did I forget the other, Caitlyn gets me and not you, because both of those aren’t what the three of us want. The only choices that will satisfy the three of us are the ones I said.”
“Why can’t I have what I want?” she pouted.
“Jill, you’re thirty-four. Please, you know better than that” I said.
“Quit making me be a grown up,” she pouted but there was a smile under it now.
“I’m making Caitlyn be just as grown up,” I said. I saw Jill turn inward as she considered that.
No decision was made that I saw. I knew Caitlyn and Jill were talking, but how seriously, I didn’t know. I could see the flow of emotions as both of them could be happy one moment and fly off the handle the next or worse, one could be joyous and the other morose. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was witnessing the hormone wars.
Caitlyn broke the impasse. She showed back up in my office one morning. I looked up and saw her standing, now looking unsure. Funny, when she was unsure she exuded confidence. Now that she was sure I would do as she wanted, she was unsure. “Hi, Caitlyn.”
“Hi,” she said still standing by the door.
“Are you sure?” I asked. She nodded. “And you know I won’t give up being with your mom.”
“I know. It’s better to share then have nothing,” she said.
“That is a very mature attitude. I just wish more women understood that. Most American women would rather have nothing than share. Very selfish of them,” I said. I got up and went over to her. I held her chin and brought my lips to hers in a soft gentle kiss. “I love you, Caitlyn.”
“I love you,” she answered dreamily.
I led her to my bedroom. I had been fantasizing about her for days. Now that I was truly going to have her, my cock immediately got hard as stone. I pulled her to me and kissed her. We broke apart, she smiling as she lifted her blouse over her head. I tore my clothes off as she finished undressing. We laid down on the bed, skin touching skin. I could see the anxiety in Caitlyn’s eyes. “You worried?”
“Um, no,” she lied.
“Good, because there isn’t anything to worry about. Now it is all pleasure,” I said.
I could see her relax some. Now was time to get her even more relaxed. I kissed her neck, then down to her small breasts. Her nipples were hard with arousal and responded to my licking. Caitlyn moaned as I laved attention on her breasts. My hand stole down between us and cupped her pussy. She pressed back against my hand, seeking more pleasure and I was happy to oblige. My finger slid between her lips to find her wet and hot. Long strokes up and down her slit brought even more moans from Caitlyn as her hips followed the fabulous finger on its journey from top to bottom.
Kissing across her belly, my finger kept up its pressure. Then, as I lay between her legs, I opened her to my gaze. Her pussy was red and swollen, glistening with her arousal. My tongue plunged into her, then swirled around teasing and licking. As my tongue licked over her clitoris, Caitlyn jumped. “Oh Mike…” she moaned. My finger slid into her pussy, opening her for the first time. “Ummm…” Caitlyn sighed, her eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure spreading through her body.
Finger sawing in and out, tongue lapping and licking, I took Caitlyn higher and higher. She was getting close to climax when I moved over her, lined up my cock, wetted the head, and spread her open, my cock lancing into her. Caitlyn yelped as my cock broached her pussy, tearing her hymen. Her muscles clamped down and I held still. Her eyes flew open as she looked between us to see my cock partially in her, her pussy clamped onto the intruder.
“So big,” she said.
I waited as her muscles relaxed. Soon her hips were moving, seeking the completion that had been almost there… When I felt her pressing up against me, I pushed forward sending my cock deeply into her. She gasped, but it was pleasure this time as I ground against her pussy.
Caitlyn’s eyes opened and she looked up at me, lust suffused her face. Is there any better feeling than when you look at a woman and see that lust, that desire in it? I began stroking in and out of her, watching the emotions flitting across her face, the new feelings she had never before experienced as she rode the crest higher and higher.
I could see the newness of all of this in her face, and the pleasure. As she approached her climax, I let mine come on me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she moaned and I let my own climax come, fucking her hard and fast, pushing her over the top, filling her with my cum.
Once Jill figured out what happened, she made with the silent routine. I ignored it and Caitlyn avoided her. That went on for a day. The next morning we were all eating breakfast when, in a snotty tone, Jill asked, “Are you two going to do it today?”
I ignored the tone and answered as if it were a serious question. “Gosh, I thought it was your turn to join me today. Caitlyn has said she would share.”
Jill’s mouth dropped open but nothing came out. She looked at Caitlyn who had started to giggle seeing I had really tweaked her mom. For a second, I could see Jill really building up the steam, then she saw the humor and exploded into laughter which swept through all three of us, draining the accumulated tension away with the laughter.
When we all settled down, Jill said. “I do want to…” she looked at Caitlyn.
“Jill, go ahead and say it. Caitlyn sure as hell knows about it,” I said.
“Okay, I want to go to bed with you,” she said.
I saw Jill watching Caitlyn’s reaction. When there was none, I think it really made Jill realize that this could work. She was the one having a problem, not Caitlyn and not me.
I winked at Caitlyn, “You know, you could take a walk down to the creek.” There was a small swimming hole caused by a little natural dam on the creek below my property. It took about a half hour to get to it.
Caitlyn laughed, “Okay.” She jumped up from the table and went off to put on her boots.
I took Jill’s hand and led her up to my bedroom. We heard the front door close.
This time I did make slow long love to Jill until she had a whole series of climaxes. Afterwards, we were lying in my bed and touching, our hands just sort of idly gliding over each other.
“Mike, I really like being here with you,” she said.
“Is there an and or a but with that?” I asked.
“I guess not. It’s just a little difficult, the idea of sharing a man,” she said.
“Actually, it isn’t unusual at all. It’s just unusual in America. You know, 85% of all cultures in human history have shared sex in some way. This serial monogamy we say we practice, but don’t actually practice since ‘cheating’ really is the single most popular game in America, is a social aberration, and it is unhealthy. It creates more problems than it solves,” I said.
“I’ll try,” she said.
“That’s all anyone can do.”
We gradually relaxed into a family. It certainly was unusual by current American standards but quite usual from a historical standpoint.
Caitlyn didn’t mind me making love with Jill and would sometimes watch. Jill had no problem with that, since we found out she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak that she wasn’t even aware of. She would drop her robe in the kitchen as she was fixing breakfast, bend over the counter, and have me do her right there as Caitlyn was fixing her breakfast. The first time threw poor Caitlyn, but after that, she liked the show, both because it was exciting and because Caitlyn learned by watching.
Jill, on the other hand, couldn’t quite get rid of all of her upbringing. She basically ignored the fact that Caitlyn and I were lovers. She neither fought it, nor did she acknowledge it. She just didn’t speak of it.
It’s not a bad thing we have. My new novel has a rather unusual storyline. I just hope my publisher is open-minded.
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