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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by 
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading 
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes 
without the consent of the author.

Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezak
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003

Chapter 6

Glen sat in his finished kitchen room eating a bowl of Wanda's 
favorite cereal. He was out of Cornflakes and couldn't keep a 
banana in the house to save his life. He had bought a bunch of 
them and the twins had used them last night in a fruit salad. He 
sighed and looked around the cabin. It was almost done, but had 
already become too small. It had never been designed to 
accommodate four adults.  

Wanda came breezing out of the bedroom wearing the blue 
bathrobe he had given her as a Christmas present. She stopped by 
him and gave him a nice quick kiss. She smiled and said, "You 
were magnificent last night."

Sandra came out of the bathroom wearing her red bathrobe. She 
smiled at Glen as she said, "Tonight is my turn."

Glen laughed and asked, "When is it my turn?"

Wanda paused while walking to the kitchen and said, "Every night 
is your turn."

Sandra, with a smirk on her face, added, "And you've never missed 
your turn."

The twins went about their business of making their breakfast. 
They chatted with each other, half of the time finishing the 
sentences of the other. They had completed their healing from the 
episode with the maniac. Now it was a matter of coming to grips 
with their life in a small cabin. Despite the fact that they never 
tired of each others company, both Glen and Cliff were starting to 
get on their nerves. 

Cliff came out his bedroom dressed in his jeans. The work that he 
had done around the house had actually developed a few muscles. 
He had only a few shirts that still fit him. He came into the kitchen 
with barely a nod at the other three. Glen smiled as it reminded 
him of himself a few months ago. Cliff opened the pantry and 
looked inside. There was nothing that he wanted to eat in there. He 
slammed the pantry door closed. 

Sandra shouted at him, "Don't slam the doors!"

A lot of frustration in Cliff boiled over to the surface. He shouted 
back, "Don't go telling me what to do, little miss bitch!"

Wanda flew to her sisters defense and screamed, "You bastard. 
You owe her an apology for saying that."

Cliff turned on her and shouted, "Shut up."

Glen, tired of the increasing number of arguments between the 
siblings, said, "Come on you guys, cut it out."

Cliff stormed over to Glen and shouted, "I'm tired of you sitting 
here like some sort of king with his harem of women. Stop fucking 
my sisters."

Glen sat back as though he had been sucker punched. Hurt, he 
replied, "Hey, I'm sorry if that is a problem."

Cliff turned on all three of them. He shouted, "Don't you know that 
I have to lay there every night listening to all of that moaning and 
groaning and grunting and screaming? Jesus, I feel like I'm renting 
a room in a whorehouse."

Sandra shouted back, "I'm sorry that you aren't getting some, but 
don't take it out on us because we are!"

Glen, tired of the arguing, discreetly stood up and left the cabin. 
He put on his coat when he reached the back porch and looked out 
over the snow covered landscape. February is a short month that 
feels like it is the longest of them all. The weather is cold and the 
days too short. The novelty of the snow had worn off. The only 
holiday was Valentines Day and if you were alone, that was 
extremely depressing. February was really the wrong month for 
that holiday anyway. People didn't feel particularly romantic at that 
time of year. May would have been a better choice. 

He shook his head as he considered the events over the past few 
weeks.  The cabin had become too small. There was nothing to do 
inside the cabin except work and most of the work remaining was 
too small to keep everyone active. Something needed to be done 
before everyone would be at each other's throats. 

He looked in the house and saw that the argument still raged. He 
had a lot of errands that needed to be done in town. Perhaps he 
could turn that into an all day activity for everyone. At least they 
would have a chance to get out of the house and maybe give them 
some new things to talk about. He took a deep breath and went 
back into the house. He purposely slammed the door behind him. 
The noise got the attention of the trio. He said, "I have a lot of 
errands to run today. Why don't we all go and make a day of it?"

The twins smiled at the thought of getting out of the house today. 
Neither of them had to work and the idea of staying in the cabin 
had been almost unbearable. Cliff smiled and replied, "I think that 
is a great idea. However, I have to work this afternoon. Why don't 
you three go and I'll see you tonight when I get home."

The twins nodded excitedly. Sandra, after sharing a quick glance at 
her sister, said, "We'll be ready to go in thirty minutes."

Glen nodded and looked around the house. He sat down across 
from Cliff and said, "Hey, I'm sorry if my sleeping with your 
sisters is bothering you. Believe me, I didn't intend for it to 
happen."

Cliff shrugged and answered, "That's okay. I knew they were 
planning to seduce you. I was amazed that you held out as long as 
you did."

Glen nodded as he realized that Cliff did understand that he had 
not been the one to put the moves on the twins. He replied, "Well, 
are you going to be okay with staying here today?"

Looking out the window, Cliff answered, "Yes. I need a day alone. 
While the twins never tire of each others company, I get tired of 
them."

That was understandable. The twins were almost like one person. 
If one twin saw something, it was like the other did too. Living 
with them was like living with someone that had eyes in the back 
of their head. Glen smiled and said, "Okay. We'll give you a day 
alone. Everyone needs that occasionally."

"Thanks."

After half an hour, the twins emerged from their room dressed in 
their best clothes. Glen whistled appreciatively and said, "Wow, 
you two look great."

The three of them headed out to the truck, turning to wave 
goodbye to Cliff. Cliff watched them drive off. Once they had 
turned out of the driveway, he went over to the television and 
turned it onto the porn channel. He smiled and went to the recliner. 
He took off his pants and underwear. Sitting down, he started 
stroking his cock while watching the movie. It didn't take long for 
him to get an erection. He stared at the television as he slowly 
rubbed himself. This was going to be a nice long session.

The action on the television was really heating up. The actress was 
very attractive and she really knew how to work a cock. He sat 
there imagining it was his cock. He timed his strokes to her action. 
He resisted the desire to shoot off when the actor on the screen 
came all over her face. 

The next scene in the movie starred two guys and a woman. The 
men were in the bed together with one of them sucking on the cock 
of the first. Cliff continued to stroke his cock. The woman entered 
the action and sucked on the cock of the guy sucking a cock. Cliff 
smiled and sped up his stroking. 

The door of the cabin opened and Glen stepped in to the living 
room. He couldn't help notice the Cliff's activity and the action of 
the screen. Cliff froze in horror. He had been so into the movie that 
he had not noticed that Glen had returned until he had entered the 
room. He had literally been caught with his pants down and was 
embarrassed as hell. Even worse was the action in the movie since 
it involved two men.

Glen strode over to the desk and picked up the box on it. He 
quickly went back to the door. At the door, he mumbled, "I'm sorry 
to disturb you. I forgot this and came back for it."

Glen left the cabin shutting the door behind him. Cliff's erection 
disappeared as a result of the embarrassment.  Now he sat there 
trying to decide what were the ramifications of what Glen had 
seen. Would Glen kick him out of the house because he was 
bisexual? He didn't know. Then a horrible thought occurred to him 
and he swore out loud, "Oh, shit. The twins are going to learn 
about this. They are going to disown me."

Several hours later, Glen was seated in the mall drinking a cup of 
coffee. The twins were shopping and had agreed to meet him in 
this spot in two hours. He wondered what he was going to do for 
the next two hours. He looked around the mall and noticed a 
sporting goods store. Having nothing better to do, he went inside 
and browsed through it. He spent a little time in the camping 
section, but his days of camping were over. He was now living in 
the woods, so camping no longer held the same attraction. From 
there, he went to the fishing section. There were a lot of nice rods 
and reels. He had some perfectly good fishing gear. He walked 
down the isle a little ways and noticed the fly fishing gear. He had 
never tried it, but the idea really appealed to him. He had the 
stream by the cabin that was perfect for fly fishing. He could move 
up the stream into the property next to his without problem. He and 
the owner of the land had agreed to provide mutual fishing 
privileges along the stream. 

He called over one of the sales clerks and pointed to the rods. The 
kid looked at the rods and shook his head. He called back, "Let me 
get Henry. He's the big fly fisherman."

Glen waited patiently. It was several minutes before an elderly 
man approached him. The man stopped by the first rod and stated, 
"So you need some fly fishing gear. What can I get for you?"

Glen liked the man immediately. He held his hands out in a gesture 
indicating his helplessness and said, "I've never done it before, but 
I have a stream next to my cabin with lots of brook trout."

The old man let loose with a long hum while nodding. He looked 
up at Glen, "So you know nothing about it?"

"Right. Complete beginner. I've only seen it on television."

For the next hour, Henry proceeded to teach Glen how to use a fly 
fishing rod. Glen enjoyed the experience tremendously. In fact, he 
enjoyed it so much that he invited Henry to come out to his place 
and fish what was basically a virgin stream. As far as Glen knew, 
no one had fished in that portion of the stream in at least twenty 
years, except for the three or four times that he had dropped a line 
in the stream.

Henry loaded him up with about three hundred dollars worth of 
fishing gear and took it up to the front of the store. Glen followed 
him, but stopped in front of the skiing area. He had a wonderful 
idea and called to Henry. Henry came back and Glen said, "You 
know. I have a young man that is staying at the cabin. Could you 
put together a set of fishing gear for him also?"

Henry looked very surprised at the request. This would give him 
one of his largest sales days ever. He grinned and answered, "With 
pleasure."

Glen added, "I also want to get some cross-country skiing 
equipment for my self and three other people. Can you help me 
with that?"

Henry asked, "Well, I need to know some information about the 
others. Do you know how tall they are and what size shoes they 
wear?"

Glen frowned as he answered, "I have no clue. However, two of 
them are here in the mall and could tell you. They are supposed to 
meet me over in the food court in half an hour."

Henry smiled and stated, "Well, why don't you go get them and 
we'll fix you up. You can maybe make a guestimate about the 
fourth one and we can try fitting him up also."

Glen smiled and said, "well, lets get me fitted up and then I'll get 
them. While I'm gone you can get the gear for the young man at 
the cabin. Does that sound all right to you?"

Henry answered by asking, "So what size shoe do you wear?"

"Ten."

Henry pulled out a pair of ski boots and said, "Have a seat and try 
these on. Let me know if they are too tight or too loose."

Glen went through the process of trying all of the ski equipment 
for cross-country skiing. It wasn't all that much equipment unless 
you got all of the frills. He decided that he could probably do with 
his own coat rather than the ski jacket. The purpose of this activity 
was to give people a reason to get out of the cabin so that tensions 
wouldn't run so high.

When he was fully outfitted he nodded at Henry in satisfaction. He 
said, "Let me get the girls and I'll be right back."

Henry smiled and answered, "I'll get that other set of fly fishing 
gear together."

Glen replied, "Great. I'll be right back."

He was excitedly pacing in the food court waiting for the twins. He 
spotted them as soon as they came around a corner. He started to 
wave to get their attention and walked over to them. As soon as he 
was within speaking distance, he said, "Come on with me. I have 
to show you something."

He turned and walked excitedly to the sporting goods store. The 
twins followed him astonished at his behavior. They had never 
seen him this excited about anything.  They looked at each other in 
dismay when he led them into the sporting goods store. Wanda 
whispered to Sandra, "Like we are going to find anything in here 
that we like."

Both of them were surprised when Glen waved them over to the 
skiing section of the store. Henry came over to Glen and waited for 
their arrival. Glen called over to them, "Come here and give Henry 
your shoe sizes."

Wanda's eyes grew big when she realized that he was getting them 
skiing equipment. She said, "Wow, I've never skied."

Sandra laughed and added, "Guess what sis. We are about to 
become snow bunnies! Boys, you had better watch out!"

Glen laughed and answered, "Hey, this is cross country skiing. We 
can step out the back door and ski! You have close to five acres of 
cleared land to ski in and three hundred acres of wooded area."

Wanda whistled and then said, "Cool. I never would have thought 
of this."

It didn't take long for the twins to get outfitted. They also knew 
Cliff's shoe size, so they were able to get him appropriate sized 
gear as well. They had spent a lot more time in the mall than Glen 
had intended. It was actually a very good day. Glen had to drive 
his truck around to the back of the mall to load all of his purchases 
into the truck.

Their shopping excursion over, they headed back to town. The 
twins were supposed to meet with the Sheriff for his weekly update 
on the irritable and irritating Glen Wiseman. They arrived before 
the Sheriff and went to their normal booth. The waitress stopped at 
the table to chat. It was a slow night and she had some time to kill. 
She greeted them, "So how's it going out in the boonies?"

Wanda shrugged while Sandra answered, "Well, the cabin has been 
getting a lot smaller lately."

Wanda added, "Glen bought us all cross country skiing equipment 
so maybe we won't be stuck in the cabin all day."

As the waitress smiled at Glen, he shrugged and answered, "Well, I 
also got some fishing gear for Cliff."

Sandra and Wanda looked at each other in surprise. They had not 
realized Glen had done that. It also the first time that they had 
noticed that he was calling them by name rather than by color. 
Wanda giggled and said, "He's not going to be able to catch a girl 
standing out in a cold stream with a fishing pole."

Sandra grinned and retorted, "Well, if he stands in the cold long 
enough, he might not feel the need to catch a girl."

Glen shook his head at them and said, "Sandra, Wanda, he's stuck 
there all alone without a girlfriend. Give the poor guy a break."

The waitress noticed that Glen had actually used their names. She 
was so used to him calling them red and blue, that at times she 
called them that as well. She commented, "Hey, you know their 
names."

Glen sat there not knowing exactly how he was supposed to 
respond. He chose to comment in the most consistent fashion 
available by grumbling. "Of course I know their names."

The waitress smiled at the admission. She took a wild guess and 
stated, "I take it you care about them."

Glen slowly nodded his head and fidgeted in his seat. He didn't like 
talking about how he felt. He didn't feel like he could deny his 
feelings, particularly since he was sleeping with the twins on a 
regular basis. 

The waitress smiled and said, "You like 'em a lot! Don't you."

The twins watched Glen squirm with amusement. Of course, both 
of them felt that if he denied it that last night was probably the last 
time he would ever get to sleep with either one of them. Glen 
mumbled, "yeah."

"Pardon me, I didn't hear that."

Glen looked up at her and stated very loudly and clearly, "Yes, I 
care for them a lot. Satisfied?"

Wanda and Sandra giggled. Wanda turned to her sister and said, 
"See, I told you. He cares about us. I bet if we really worked him 
over, we could get him to admit that he loves us."

Sandra laughed as she answered, "Yes, but we'll have to give him a 
little time for that. We don't want him to die from emotional 
overload tonight."

The waitress looked at Glen with surprise as he just shrugged off 
the teasing. He blew her whole perception of him when he turned 
to the twins and said, "Okay. I care about all of you very much. 
You might even say it borders on love. Now, I'm not going to 
admit to more than that for a long time. Understand? So don't go 
fishing."

Sandra and Wanda stared at each other in shock. He had just 
admitted that he cared about them a lot. In his own round about 
manner, he had even hinted that he loved them. Both of them were 
speechless.

He turned to the waitress and said, "I'll take the special, a glass of 
milk, and some apple pie today."

She was going to have a long talk with her uncle tonight about 
Glen. She turned to the twins and asked, "So what can I get you 
girls tonight?"

Sandra was the first to snap out her state of shock and just stated, 
"Oh, I'll take the Lasagna Dinner and iced tea."

Wanda snapped out about the time she heard the word Lasagna. 
She grinned at the waitress and stated, "Same here."

The three of them sat at the booth not talking much. Glen was 
particularly quiet, but he was the one that broke the silence by 
stating, "I want to go fishing with Cliff tomorrow. He needs to get 
out of the cabin alone for a while. Besides, you two have to work 
tomorrow and he has a day off. Makes sense for me to spend the 
time with him."

Sandra and Wanda wanted to try out the skis, but were smart 
enough to not to argue. Sandra asked, "So the day after tomorrow, 
we all try out the skis?"

Glen smiled and answered, "You bet. I'm looking forward to it."

The waitress brought their food and they all started eating. The 
Sheriff hadn't made his normal stop. Glen assumed that he was 
tired of watching them eat. They would stick around until he 
showed. When Glen had finished his meal, the waitress brought 
over his pie. He stopped her, "Excuse me, could you bring over 
some coffee to go with the pie?"

She smiled at the unusual display of manners. She said, "Sure 
thing."

She returned in a minute with the coffee. The Sheriff arrived at that 
time and made his way over to the booth. Glen frowned and stated, 
"You're late."

The Sheriff was about to argue and then realized that this was the 
first time that Glen had ever started a conversation. He laughed as 
his plan was finally bearing fruit. He answered, "Don't you know 
us hick cops can't tell time?"

The waitress who had brought over a cup of coffee for the Sheriff 
laughed. Setting the coffee on the table she walked away laughing. 
Glen watched her leave and commented, "She's in a funny mood 
today."

The Sheriff nodded and didn't say anything. He had just noticed 
the apple pie Glen had in front of him. Glen noticed the look and 
made a production of eating a slice. He could tell that it was really 
getting to the Sheriff. He swallowed and then took a sip of coffee. 
Looking at the Sheriff, he said, "This pie is great. Oh my, I should 
order this every time I come here."

The Sheriff looked over at the pie case. He waved to get the 
waitresses attention. She came over and asked, "What do you 
want?"

"Some of that pie would really be nice."

The waitress laughed and said, "Only if Helena says it is okay. 
You want me to call her?"

The Sheriff frowned as he replied, "You don't have to let my wife 
know. It'll be our little secret."

Glen interrupted, "This pie is really great. I bet the Cherry pie is 
even better."

The Sheriff glared at him. The waitress laughed and answered, 
"Now, Uncle Dale, you know you aren't allowed to eat sweets. 
Aunt Helena will kill me if I give you some and your diabetes acts 
up."

Glen was surprised to learn that the waitress and the Sheriff were 
related. Dale replied, "Come on, just half a slice?"

"Nope, Uncle Dale."

Glen asked, "So you two are related?"

Wanda shook her head and said, "Of course, we've known that 
since the second time we ate here."

Glen got a nasty look on his face and made a production of taking 
another bite of the pie. He moaned as if in ecstasy as he chewed. 
The Sheriff looked pissed, knowing that he was doing that just to 
get him mad. Glen said, "You wouldn't believe how good this pie 
tastes."

"Aw, shut up."

Glen smiled and said, "Payback is a bitch."

The twins laughed as they realized what Glen was doing. Even the 
Sheriff chuckled. He finally stated, "Well, I just might have to 
arrest you for interfering with an officer of the law in the 
performance of his duties."

Glen laughed and retorted, "Yeah, right. I would like to see a jury 
convict me for eating a piece of pie. I figured out a long time ago 
about your trick with that legal document you said required me to 
take care of the Menchettes. After I untangled all of that legalize, 
the whole document boiled down to a thank you for volunteering 
to take care of them."

The Sheriff laughed as he realized that his trick had been 
discovered. He asked, "When did you figure it out?"

"The day after you dropped them off at my place."

The twins looked at each other in surprise. They hadn't known that 
the Sheriff had threatened legal action to get Glen to take them in. 
It was even more surprising that he hadn't thrown them out after he 
found out that it was an empty threat. The first month of living 
with him had been rough.

Glen sat back as the twins filled the Sheriff in on the past week of 
activities. They were slowly saving money and starting to make 
plans for the future. Their duplicate drivers licenses had arrived so 
now all three of them were legal drivers. The bank had finally 
reissued the certified check so they were now set with funds. Glen 
wondered how long it would be before they left. He hoped they 
would stay for another couple of months. 

The Sheriff sat back pleased with the situation. When they were 
done talking to him, he said, "I guess I don't have to worry about 
you three anymore."

Wanda answered, "Well, we are still living with mister mean."

Sandra, acting like one of the victims in a horror movie, said, "Oh 
please, Mr. Sheriff. Save us from this mean man."

Even Glen laughed at that. He said, "The only one that needs 
rescuing around here is me. You two are enough to drive 
Frankenstein's monster out of the village."

The Sheriff quipped, "You are Frankenstein's monster."

The discussion quickly escalated into an insult session, with each 
insult slowly getting increasing more ridiculous. The least creative 
was the final one from Glen aimed at the Sheriff. He stated, "You 
are.. a... Sheriff."

The twins threw their napkins at him. Even the Sheriff laughed and 
stated, "That reminds me. I have to give you a parking ticket one of 
these day."

The group broke up. Glen took the twins home in the truck. They 
helped him unload all of his purchases. They put the ski equipment 
in the mud room. Glen put the fishing gear he had bought as a 
present in Cliff's room. The rest went in the mud room with the 
rest of his gear. 

The three of them had their evening fun before Cliff came home 
from work. They took the opportunity to have sex in front of the 
fireplace on a blanket that Wanda had put on the floor. Tonight's 
activities were rather tame, particularly when compared so some in 
the past. 

Wanda straddled his face while Sandra rode his cock. He could 
look up from his position and see Sandra's hands rubbing Wanda's 
breasts. He licked Wanda with considerable attention to detail, 
making sure that she came. Sandra spent all of her time riding his 
cock. She came several times before Glen finally shot off into her. 
She wasn't about to stop, but his cock quickly became too sensitive 
and wilted. She looked down in disappointment. Of course, she 
couldn't complain about the number or quality of orgasms. Most 
women would kill to have one. She felt that she was spoiled by 
him. Anything less than four orgasms in a single night was a bad 
performance. 

Afterwards, Glen stayed in the living room and waited for Cliff to 
get home. When the twins went to bed, he turned off all of the 
lights in the living and dining rooms. A small light was on in the 
kitchen. The light from the fire in the fireplace created a pleasant 
atmosphere.  His earlier activities threatened to send him to sleep, 
but he stepped outside a couple of times while waiting for Cliff to 
wake up. The cold air was enough to wake one up.

Cliff entered the cabin quietly, trying not to wake anyone. He had 
closed up the store and worked a little late in the hope that 
everyone would be asleep before he returned home. He looked 
around and saw that Glen was watching him from the couch. Cliff 
realized that Glen had waited up for him. He sat down at the other 
end of the couch.

Glen said, "I bought you fly fishing gear. Are you interested in 
trying it out tomorrow on the stream?"

Cliff, expecting a very different conversation, was floored. He 
said, "Uh, sure. I guess."

Glen noticed the discomfort of Cliff. He thought back to how he 
had interrupted Cliff earlier this morning. He said, "Hey, I'm really 
sorry about this morning."

Cliff shrugged and replied, "Hey, it's your house. I didn't mean for 
you to find out that I was bisexual."

Glen was surprised by the revelation. He hadn't really looked at the 
movie in sufficient detail to even make out what was going on in it. 
He said, "Sorry, I didn't know. I didn't even think that until you 
told me now. I just figured you were relieving yourself."

 Cliff was mortified by Glen's statement as it meant that he had just 
come out of the closet for no real reason. He said, "Oh, I thought 
you had realized that from what I was watching."

Glen said, "Well, no big deal. So are you interested in going 
fishing tomorrow?"

Cliff was shocked that Glen wasn't disgusted. He answered, 
"Sure."

Cliff went to bed shortly after that. Glen sat up thinking about 
Cliff's revelation. He wondered how long it would be before Cliff 
suggested a tryst. He then wondered how he would react to such a 
suggestion. 
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