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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 15.  Seismic Changes.

   There was a long silence.  I didn't look at her, and she was motionless
in seat next to me, still looking at me, I sensed.  The tone of the car's
idle shifted subtly, as happens with electronic ignitions sometimes.  I'd
truly messed up.  I'd exploited a situation for my own narrow, perverted
reasons, and now I'd ruined my relationship with my sister and niece.

   But then Lissa spoke, and said, much more softly and warmly, "I also
still think you're a really cool uncle, and want you to know I've had the
absolute best time of my life, the last several weeks."

   I looked up in amazement.  She'd been torturing me a bit on purpose, I
realized.  Punish, then reward.  Wow - such a confident young woman.  But
before I could melt with gratefulness at her olive branch, she added, "I
don't think mom is going to take it so easily, though.  She's going to be
REALLY, REALLY MAD.  And don't even think about hiding it from her.  You
might be able to...  but I know I won't be able to - not for long."

   "What do you think we should do?  Do you think we should end things?"
Since she'd been so kind as to offer me an olive branch, I wanted to make
sure she felt as much control as possible.  It was her right, and it was
the best way to make sure she could still respect me, I hoped.

   Lissa shook her head, and said thoughtfully, "We should probably at
least for tonight pretend nothing's changed." And quickly I saw her leaping
into a co-conspiratorial role with me.  "You can make it easier by avoiding
coming online, as Finn I mean."

   I felt a surge of hope, that all was not lost.  I wasn't even worried
about the sex part.  I wanted to rescue my relationship with my sister and
niece.  The crazy sex games would be a wonderful bonus, but if I'd had to
write them off totally I'd have done so in an instant.

   "Do you want me to tell her?  Or do you want to tell her?"

   Lissa pondered for a while.  Shrugged.  "I don't know.  I have an idea
but I'm not going to tell you yet.  I might think of something better."

   "Well, I'll let you run things," I breathed, almost glad to relinquish
control.  "I should warn you though...  your mom is, uh, charged up."

   Lissa laughed, getting my point.  "What happened?  Did she get you
naked?"

   Of course she knew her mom's plan - her mom had told her earlier.  So I
just nodded dumbly for a second, then said, "she may want to have us all be
nudists tonight."

   Lissa's laugh turned into a giggle, reminding me of her mother.  "The
plan was to wait until tomorrow for that.  So unless she loses control....
She won't lose control."

   I agreed with that.  Definitely, these women both knew about control.

   We arrived at the house, and I pulled the car into the driveway and the
tires made that poofing, squelching sound of crisp, very cold, new snow.  I
turned off the engine, but turned to Lissa before starting to get out. 
"Thank you," I said, almost a whisper.

   "For what?" she asked.

   "For not hating me," I explained.

   "No, I couldn't never hate you, uncle Jason.  But you OWE ME big-time."
She laughed, very softly.

   "I'm yours to command," I said, very earnestly.

   Her own look got serious in the snowlit darkness of the car, and a bit
of the ice-queen Lissa I'd seen a little earlier returned: "Yeah.  Don't
you forget it."

   Not scary cold.  Just don't-mess-with-me cold.  And I had a curious
inkling that things would be DIFFERENT now.  Finn was no longer in charge.
Finn was dead, and Lissa was replacing him - not Jason.

   But then she grinned, stuck out her tongue (as if it were all a joke),
and sprang out of the car and ran inside before I could even unfold myself
from the bucket seat.

   By the time I got inside and had stripped off the outer layers, Lissa
had disappeared in her room.  I strolled into the living room and found
Denise meditatively twirling her wine glass, right where I'd left her on
the couch.  She was in her robe, though, and had pulled the blanket over
herself as well.  She grinned up at me, and I realized she was a bit tipsy.

   "How's it going?" I asked.

   "Good," she said.  "Lissa's in a sparkling mood."

   "Yes.  I think she had a good time at her friend's today."

   Denise just smiled laconically.  She patted the couch beside herself,
indicating me to join her.  I sat.  Same positions we'd been in earlier,
but now more covered.  I felt the first twitchings of a return of the
arousal I'd lost in the car with Lissa during the "great revelation," as I
was already terming it in my head.

   She turned on the tv, and began surfing around.  Lissa reappeared, now
in her long t-shirt nightwear, and planted herself in front of me, hands on
hips.  "Move over, unc," she harassed, indicating the corner spot.  "You
have to sit in the middle and protect me from my mother."

   "Protect you?" complained Denise, good-naturedly.  "You just want the
corner spot."

   Lissa made a face at her mom and tugged at my arm when I didn't move
fast enough.  As soon as I'd occupied the middle cushion, she grabbed the
other throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped herself into it,
and curled into the corner, bringing both feet onto the couch and tucking
them under my thigh.

   "What's on tv," she asked.

   "Maybe we can find a movie," said Denise.  "Jase - you know, we never
had dinner?  Wanna make us some popcorn?"

   "Sure," I agreed.

   I went into the kitchen, fished around for a while for the popcorn
popper, unproductively, until Lissa came in to rescue me (er, again?).  But
with an ulterior motive.  Once the popcorn popper was loaded and humming
and boinking along, she whispered to me, confident the whisper would be
drowned out by the noise: "Remember your rule that we could masturbate as
long as someone was within 10 feet and all that?"

   I nodded, suddenly hyper aware of the youthful flesh leaning lightly
against me and whispering in my ear.

   She continued, "I'm going to convince mom to do a 'practice run' tonight
of our task for tomorrow."

   "Meaning?" I queried, in as soft a whisper as I could manage.

   "You know, the simultaneous orgasm.  But without the orgasm," she
giggled soundlessly in my hear.  Hot breath.  "POP" said the popcorn
popper, like some vaguely orgasmic fragment of aural punctuation.  Geez.

   "Um, ok," I mouthed, exaggeratedly.

   "And I'm going to make an announcement, at the right moment."

   "Ah," I hissed.  I didn't dare ask what the announcement was, but based
on the conversation in the car, I suspected it might be related somehow to
that.  "Well, you're the boss," I whispered in her ear.

   She grinned conspiratorially.  "So, give me like five minutes to discuss
with her," she concluded.  And raced from the room.

   I gave them almost ten.  By the time I returned to the living room with
the huge bowl of popcorn and some sodas for me and Lissa, both women were
ensconced in their respective corners of the couch, under their blankets,
and had found a movie on cable they were happy with.

   I put down the bowl and sodas, and before I could sit, Denise said,
"Jason, why don't you go get on something more comfortable - the movie is
just starting."

   I knew when a suggestion was an order, and so retreated to the den. 
Regardless of where things currently stood, I had little doubt they would
both be most pleased if I kept coverings to a minimum, so, bravely (or
recklessly?) I stripped completely and returned to the living room wrapped
in only my kimono.  I occupied the middle cushion of the couch and opened
my can of diet soda.

   "Whose going to share some of their blanket?" I asked, just to
complicate matters.

   "Mom's is bigger," announced Lissa immediately.

   Denise rearranged herself so that she was less diagonal, and patted the
cushions closer to her.  "Here be a nice little brother and keep me warm,"
she said.  A fulfillment of a fantasy, in and of itself - I swallowed
nervously but moved to comply.

   Soon, I was cuddled next to my sister, and we were both under the
blanket.  A cushion under my back, I was lying more or less sideways, with
my legs stretched out, and my shoulder to Denise, her hip at my butt.  Very
cozy indeed.

   Then, to complicate things further, Lissa said, "here, you can put your
feet on my lap." So I did.

   And now, I thought to myself insanely, both women proposed to
masturbate? And pretend I didn't know what was going on?  How in the world
was I ever going find out what the movie was about?

   I felt like I was going to explode, I was so sensitive to the movements
behind me and at my feet.  I felt like I'd grown new, seismographic nerve
endings just for the purpose of detecting the faintest masturbatory
movements in my two companions.

   About ten minutes passed before I was certain they'd begun.  Denise
shifted slightly, but patted my head and told me I was fine, no need to
move, then raised her left leg, the one closest to me, up so the foot was
on the couch and the knee was tenting the blanket in her lap.  The knee was
bare, I could feel it, which meant she'd allowed her robe to open.  She
pressed the knee into my ribs, and rested her left hand on my shoulder. 
Her right hand...  I'm guessing it was under the blanket - I couldn't
verify that from my angle.

   Meanwhile, Lissa seemed to have taken the cue from her mother.  My feet
were on her lap, on top of the blanket.  "Are your feet cold?" she asked.
And without waiting for an answer, she rearranged herself so that my feet
were on her lap UNDER the blanket.

   Now she was sitting in a modified indian style, both knees bent, but
angled the same direction, like kneeling but slumped sideways.  My feet
rested across her thighs, and, usefully, provided a tent under which any
telltale hand movements couldn't be seen.  Her long t-shirt had ridden up
at least enough that my calves and ankles were resting on her bare thighs,
and, a few casual glances suggested she'd actually hiked it up to her
waist, under the blanket.  I felt the muscles in her thighs tense and relax
a few times, but there was no rhythm...  more she was just settling into a
position.  She slumped back further, and gazed absently at the screen.  I
nearly jumped out of my kimono (or, at least part of me did) when Lissa
wrapped her left hand casually over my ankle, and I saw that the right was
neatly tucked under the blanket, lapward.

   None of us were going to be able to say what movie it was we'd watched,
come morning.  I was certain of that much.

   I began to contemplate doing something truly audacious...  I had the
cover of the blanket, too, after all.  I let a hand slip beneath the
blanket, and gradually pulled the kimono open at the waist, until Mr Happy
boinged free.  The blanket was poofy, but I decided I needed a little more
cover, so at the risk of calling attention to myself, I brought the right
leg (the one that Lissa hadn't wrapped her hand over) back and folded it up
slightly, and tucked the toes under her warm calf.  Lissa looked over at me
inquisitively.  "Comfy?"

   "I'm fine," I said.

   She made a gentle stroking motion on my ankle.  She was enjoying our
secret, I thought.  A little affair, almost, while this bit of knowledge
existed between us that no one else knew.  I saw her bite her lower lip,
and felt a more rhythmic tighten-release-tighten begin in the thigh under
my ankle.  She knew that I knew, and that was probably adding yet another
layer to the excitement.

   At the same moment, Denise gripped my shoulder a little tighter, and the
pressure of her knee in my ribs increased, just slightly.

   I allowed my own fingertip to trace the length of my turgid unit, base
to glans-edge.  And down again.  I took a long, deep breath, and it was
ragged, but I kept trying hard to reveal nothing.  I began to feel
incredibly hot.  Lissa's legs at my feet, and Denise's knee and hip at my
side, felt much hotter.

   I felt Denise squirm a bit, and although I knew what was going on, I
couldn't resist asking, "are you sure I'm not squishing you?"

   "I'm fine, bro." Pause.  I felt her hand move from my shoulder, across
the nape of my neck, and strokingly to my far shoulder, prodding me to lean
forward slightly, at which she slipped her arm down my back to the cushion
I had squashed under there.  This put her hand at my left waist, however -
where she discovered by feel the wrist of the hand that I'd just begun
using to tease myself.  Did she know what I was doing?  She could easily
have guessed, but I suspected she only knew that I was undoubtedly aroused
and she knew putting a hand there, mere inches from my groin, was a great
way to drive me nuts.

   I didn't dare move my hand, with hers resting directly below it. 
Because of the angle, it was unlikely she could actually get a "feel" if
she'd tried for it, but I could think of no way to continue my explorations
without her hand catching what I was up to.  So instead, I brought my hand
back slightly, and folded her hand into mine, and I felt like I was in
junior high again, secretly holding hands with a girl I was too shy to
acknowledge affection for overtly.

   So.  Nobody was eating the popcorn.

   I began to feel a rhythm in Denise's wigglings, too.  She was definitely
going at it, I decided.  Then there was a very quiet sort of grunt or moan,
"oof" and I felt her tense a bit, then relax, and no more motion.  That'd
been close, I surmised.  I saw Lissa look over at us - I was to some extent
hiding a direct view of her mom, though, so she ended up meeting my eyes
instead.  And bless her, she winked.  Just in case I had any doubt
whatsoever as to what was going on.  What a flirt.  She still had her lower
lip gripped with her teeth, tellingly, and she hardly skipped a beat, as
far as the thigh contractions I just barely could sense were concerned.

   I spent a second speculating was to whether a truly uninformed Jason
would have been able to deduce what was going on.  I suspected, in light of
the earlier conversations with both Lissa and Denise, that he probably
could have figured it out.  I had just decided that an "innocent" Jason
would probably have been more likely, rather than less, to engage in his
own furtive self-fondlings, when Denise did a little stretch, unexpectedly
squirmed and said, "I think we need to rearrange - I'm feeling squished
now, and I need to pee."

   Probably, that was true and had no subtext.  But it threw Lissa and I
both into a flurry of activity, as we tried to re-cover our respective
hidden adventurings, and finally I managed to stand with kimono re-wrapping
as Denise lowered her leg and drew her own robe closed, and Lissa
disentangled from my legs and worked her t-shirt back down, without letting
her own blanket fall off.  All, without any of us blatantly revealing our
respective engorged genitalia.  I really shouldn't use that phrase, as it
makes us sound like rutting baboons - but it's really what ran through my
head at the moment: rutting baboons.  Very sneaky, exquisitely horny but
somewhat inhibited baboons.

   Denise ran to use the bathroom.

   Lissa immediately motioned me over, and leaned to whisper to me.  "You
sit in the corner.  I have an idea." Always, an idea.  Charming young
woman.

   So I positioned myself in the corner, and Denise returned.  Lissa told
her mom to sit up against me, the way I'd been against her before, more or
less - but we were more side-to-side.  I enfolded my left arm around my
sister's shoulders, and the size differential made for a much cuddlier
arrangement than before.  I had both feet on the coffee table, and Denise
had her right legalongside mine, and her left tucked up under her.  Then
Lissa delivered her coup-de-grace: she sprawled herself across both our
laps and rested her head on a pillow on the couch's armrest to my right. 
Then, she and Denise together pulled the fluffy blanket over the whole
arrangement and tucked all of us in.

   Which was fine, except that now I had Lissa's ribcage pinioning my cock
to my abdomen.  Awkward.

   "Uh, I'm not sure this is going to work," I finally managed.  It wasn't
particularly comfortable for me in other ways, either, and I can't imagine
Lissa was very comfortable.

   She turned her head and looked up at Denise and me.  "You're right. 
This isn't as comfortable as I'd hoped.  You're kind of bumpy, uncle
Jason."

   Well, she needn't have come out and said THAT, I thought.  But Denise
just laughed, though I'm certain she caught the subtext.

   So, to make light, I jokingly said, "beware of bumpy uncles." Which
caused both women to laugh hysterically for a moment.

   Then Lissa sat up on the edge of the couch at her mother's knee, and
contemplated the arrangement.  Then she said, "Here, unc, spread your legs
a little."

   Carefully, holding the kimono in place, I did - though I imagine both of
them could have seen the shifty, cone-hatted cylinder wobbling under the
thin cloth, if they'd chosen to stare.  But they didn't.  And quickly,
Lissa planted her butt in my lap, knees up and together across my left
thigh and her mom's right, and leaned back against me cozily, nestled in
the fold of my right arm.  And after that, with almost no delay, the fluffy
blanket returned to cover any potentially obscene movements (which I knew
loomed imminent) with its amorphous plaid anonymity.

   Much better.  Except now it was my ballsack against Lissa's hipbone. 
Through only two thin layers of cloth.  Er...  only one: I felt Lissa
carefully raising her t-shirt to her waist.  Of course, she didn't have to
worry about me knowing what she was up to - we were in cahoots, now.  She
only needed to preserve some semblance of subtlety, sufficient to fool her
mom.  Not that I expect Denise was much fooled - or maybe she was too
buzzed on wine and horniness to care.  She grinned up at me expectantly,
and stated, "this is cozy."

   "Mm Hm," I agreed.  And was aware that Denise's barely perceptible
rhythmic movements had already resumed.  Feeling mischievous, I decided to
return her earlier favor, and sneakily dropped my hand from where it draped
over her shoulder to behind her waist, so that it emerged at her left hip.
Where I found her left forearm and casually, gently gripped it, knowing
where it was deployed.

   Meanwhile, I felt Lissa working both her arms down by her sides.  On the
outer arm, her right, this was unproblematic.  But her left side was
arranged such that...  urgh.  The hand crawled across the beast that lurked
under the kimonocloth, and, well, naturally, paused.  Hmm, what's this?  I
imagined the left hand wondering, full of curiosity.

   I felt Lissa carefully shift her weight, slightly, tilting outward to
allow more freedom of movement for the constrained left arm.  And, given
how the topography of relationships had radically shifted in the last
hours, I was utterly prevented from any kind of protestation.  And she knew
it - there was confidence and curiosity behind her superficially tentative
touchings.

   Her hand felt out the contours of what I was certain was her first
penis. Contrary to all my fantasizing and anticipation up to that point,
rather than an initial visual encounter, she was enjoying a tactile one
instead.

   Denise finally managed to get her other hand loose from where it tangled
in the blanket and had slipped in under, to take up where I had immobilized
her other with my strategic touch.  The faint rhythms resumed.

   Lissa's teeth were once again nibbling her lower lip - something I was
learning was her secret sign of special sensations sent up from below.  But
her left hand had found the outer edge of my kimono, and was persistently
dragging it open.  Open to the other edge, that it overlapped, so,
regripping and reversing direction, she dragged this edge the other way,
navigating complex sub-blanket geographies with great precision.  Within
less than a minute, she had freed Willy.

   Said willy surged with self-importance, as the questing girl-hand made
its first creeping discoveries, flesh to flesh.  But as exciting as it was
for willy and me, I realized it is much more so for dear Lissa: her face
began to contort, and I saw a fine sheen of sweat appear on her lovely brow
at my shoulder, and on her upper lip, and her rhythm accelerated
dangerously.  The darling was going to lose control.

   Denise may not have known the specific mechanicals of what was going on,
but she too apparently detected her daughter's almost-thereness, as she
raised the hand that I was touching to her daughter's knee - getting her
attention, I realized, to keep her from slipping OVER.

   Lissa blinked and stopped all movements.  The most subtle of nods toward
Denise, who was looking at her face.  I pretended to be seeing the tv. 
Good recovery, loves.

   Lissa removed her left hand from its dalliances in darkness, and put it
back on top of the blanket.  But her right stayed where it was, I presumed
between her thighs, and, having made no move to replace the kimono over my
pulsing rod, instead she leaned sideways toward it, till I swear her left
breast was mashed against its leaping, leaking tip.  I cuddled my right arm
more cozily around her, to let her know I liked her, too.

   Then Lissa did something with her feet...  she folded her outer, right
leg up till it was in her mom's lap, and then tilted it a bit.  I saw my
sister scrunch her forehead in puzzlement and brief annoyance - the little
minx was sticking her toes where they most manifestly didn't belong, and
Denise was loath to complain.  My hand was right at Denise's hip, but I
only had the vaguest inkling of what, precisely was going on.  Only a
general sort of seismic reading.

   Denise quickly gave up any attempt to dislodge her uninvited guest, and
apparently decided what the hell.  Once again the rhythms restarted. 
Lissa's teeth had released her lower lip, and she was apparently giving
herself a rest, though I think I felt her shiver with delight.  She seemed
intent on her mom.  Her mom, my sister, who was accelerating rapidly. 
Perhaps it was the toes, helping?  I couldn't tell.  Maybe just their mere
proximity, so exciting.

   Wanting to help in the least little way, I gently stroked Denise's hip
and thigh with my hand.  She leaned into me harder.  How could she imagine
I didn't know what was going on?  We were all enacting the most ridiculous
of pantomimes, at this point.  But it seemed so fabulously, wonderfully,
deliciously RIGHT.  So what if it was all a bunch of self-delusions and
sneaky games?

   Denise was very close - her breathing was hard.  And Lissa chose to make
her announcement: "Mom?" she began.

   Denise looked over, and slowed her touching to a crawl - at least the
rhythms suggested as much.  "Hmm?""

   "I think I should tell you something," Lissa said.  Now Denise looked
just a might worried, through the erotic haze clouding her regal face. 
This wasn't in the script.  Her daughter continued, "Uncle Jason and I had
a long conversation when he drove me home from Marie's."

   "Um, and?" asked Denise, downbelow movements fully stopped, and sitting
up slightly, but the near-orgasmic congestion still shadowed her sligthly
parted lips and heavily lidded eyes.  I realized Lissa had been very clever
to choose to make her announcement at a moment when her mom was
well-disposed and, well - admit it - weak.  Though I still had no idea
what, exactly, she'd decided to announce.  The whole deal?  Some part of
it? How would that work?

   I found out immediately, as Lissa was done with her preamble.  "I told
him about Finn."

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