His brothers' sisters took pity on him, comforted him, treated him almost like a lost puppy, like a little kid, because he was, after all, the youngest brother, the sensitive brother, the caring brother. He was not by any stretch of their imaginations the handsome brother, but the handsome entrepreneurial jerk act had worn thin on both of them years before, just as it had worn thin on him before he left the family business, before he got married, before his wife, in turn, left him.

Individually and as a pair they started including him in their day to day activities, in their shopping trips and commiserating lunches. but they never really saw him as one of the girls; they could never really stop seeing him as their husbands' brother and eventually, over time, individually and as a pair, they began to fall for him.

Which, of course, complicated everything. It made their activities together more about him than about them, and unless they figured something out, some arrangement that made everyone happy, they would lose each other as friends.

It was difficult for them to deal with, to know how to approach or broach, because like most people they were usually private, kept their desires and attractions and emotions to themselves, and whatever solution they arrived at would have to involve sharing.

Finally in one of those awkward conversations in which both parties decide at the same time that the silence is too much to bear and begin to talk at each other and then over each other and then stop and apologize and do it again, they apologized for the tension that had been growing between them, confessed to each other their mutual attraction for their husbands' youngest brother, rejoiced that the growing tension was just about him and not about them, and decided together that it was only fair if they told him together.

One morning when they were scheduled to meet him for lunch they each drove separately to his house an hour early, hoping to surprise him, went to his front door together, and rang the bell, each noticing that the other had dressed slightly more provocatively than was normal for their lunches, admiring each other's taste in clothes, and feeding off each other's obvious sense of anticipation.

Sleepily he answered the door, dressed only in pajama bottoms, staring at his two sisters in law in their slightly slutty hour early outfits.

Dazed, but oddly not as confused as they might have expected, he ushered them inside, gestured vaguely at the loveseat, and sat himself in the armchair opposite.

Together they admired his lanky half-naked frame and the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms as he admired them back. And then suddenly, as they had before at lunch they both began to talk at once, talking intensely, leaning toward him across the gulf of the living room floor, poised on the edge of the loveseat as though ready to pounce across it, voicing their fears, their hopes, their accumulated dislike of his brothers their husbands, their voices rising, their cleavage increasingly visible the further they leaned forward, their knees touching, their fingers touching, and then unnoticed to them, but most definitely by him, intertwining, until they were by any definition holding hands. They told him not quite in unison how much they both enjoyed him, how much he excited them, their knees touching and then pressing and then rubbing against each other as they grew more animated, their skirts riding higher and higher on their thighs from the friction. He was incredibly turned on now, his despised brothers' wives in his living room, animated, turned on, touching, legs and cleavage revealed. Making no effort to hide his own excitement he stroked his own erection through his pajama pants as he watched them.

Which, when the noticed, sent them over the edge. Their conversation suddenly stopped their unclasped hands went between their legs their clasped hands stayed clasped so that the short slender one was masturbating with her left hand and the tall busty one was masturbating with her right and then their heads turned toward each other and their eyes locked and their mouths sought each other and the two sisters in law were kissing and the young brother in law was watching and all three were bringing themselves to an explosive mutual context as the the sisters in law realized what their brother in law had seen all along, that the tension between them was really between them and that it needed, quite urgently to be resolved.

And that afternoon, when they finally went home, having fucked and licked and fingered and watched and kissed and held each other in every combination imaginable in all four rooms of the tiny house, there was no tension at all between them and a shared and wonderful understanding that any future tension could be similarly and quite enjoyably, taken care of.