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Castle In The Sand [6-10]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 6

One of the first projects that Theresa asked John to work on - when she
finally let him get back to work- was the swimming pool. John wanted to
work on the woodworking for the kitchen, but he postponed it long
enough to explain to Theresa what needed to be done. She jumped in with
both feet and was soon fitting pipes and drilling mounts.

John stopped by often enough to keep her out of trouble, but pretty
much let her do it for herself. He worked on the filter unit himself.
He didn't want to treat the water as he intended it to be an emergency
water source. Instead he filtered it through charcoal filters and then
passed it through a strong ultra violet light to kill any bacteria.

Theresa smiled from ear to ear when the pool showed signs of warming
up. John didn't bother to tell her about the instant jump in humidity
inside the Silo, nor about his efforts to deal with it. He had to
totally redirect the airflow pattern for the whole silo to get rid of
it, while still maintaining fresh air and heat to the rest of the
place.

Finally he got back to the kitchen project. Theresa dealt another blow
to progress when she stopped by to model one of the outfits John had
selected from Victoria's Secret. He took her on the floor of the
kitchen, amid sawdust and wood chips. She didn't seem to notice. She
had all the symptoms of really being in love for the first time. He met
her with breakfast in bed for her sixteenth birthday. He produced a
bunch of trinkets she hadn't *seemed to* notice him buying on their
buying spree. She kept him in bed the whole day. The first chink in
their happiness came when Theresa made a call to her girlfriend Cindy.
She came back shaken and mopey.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Uh, John. Can I hire an assistant?" she said absently.

"What? Am I working you too hard?" John asked, chuckling.

"No silly. It's my friend Cindy. She *really* needs to get out of
there. I thought that maybe I could hire her and pay her out of my
salary."

"You want to bring her *here?*"

"Uh-huh. She doesn't really have any place else to go either."

John was quiet for a moment before he answered, "Theresa, this isn't a
home for wayward girls, you know. I could get into serious trouble just
for having you here."

"I know, but I'm just so worried about her."

"She doesn't have any relatives who would take her in?"

"No, not really. Not that wouldn't be worse."

"What's the problem with her folks?"

"They're abusing her!"

"Sexually?"

"Sexually, physically, mentally. And they're her *real* folks. At least
with me it was *mostly* my stepfather."

John said, "Well, let me think about it, Okay?"

"..*Please!*"

"I told you, I'd think about it." John did think about it. For two
whole days. He could see that Theresa wasn't going to like it too much
if he told her no. He wasn't likely to like it if he said yes. Finally
he gave her an answer.

"If you let me finish the kitchen, then the two of us can work on a
room for her.... and you can't let her know exactly where this place is
till she gets here."

"I still don't exactly know myself."

"Fine, she will meet us in a different city and take a long twisting
ride all the way back here."

"What for?"

"Because I said so. But mostly because I'm not about to leave my future
in the hands of a sixteen-year old girl I never met. She's going to
have to run away to get here. We can send her money to do it, but
she'll have to run away none the less. It's against the law for me to
harbor a run away."

"But you *harbor* me!"

"Not the point. I know you, *now!* It was a total fluke that you're
here at all. If she comes it will be deliberate. Not the same thing at
all."

"But.."

"Those are my terms, take them or leave them."

"Okay... I guess. When can she come?"

"Not for at least a month."

"A MONTH! But... "

"That's life! I didn't create her situation. I'm going out of my way to
solve it for her."

"She didn't create her situation either."

"I don't have the emotional energy or resources to be responsible for
everybody in a bad situation. Do you accept the terms?"

"I guess I have to." Theresa glared at him and stomped away. That night
she was cold to his advances.

"This is bullshit!" John told her, "I'm not the bad guy here. I've gone
out of my way to make things right for you. Now you're asking me to do
the same for another. I'm going to do it. But I don't like it. I'm not
a charity organization."

"I told you I'd pay her."

"To do what? What's she skilled at?"

"To help me!"

"Fine. I told you I'd let her come. Either stop moping or forget the
whole thing." It took a few days for Theresa to come around. She found
him working in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"That's okay."

"No it's not. I thought about what you said. You're not a charity. This
is your dream house. I'm just here 'cause I happened to jump in front
of you."

"That's why you were here to start with. That's not why you're here
now."

"Why am I here now?"

"I guess because you want to be."

"And what do you want?"

"I want to finish my house and live in it in peace. But if you're
asking why I let you be here, I guess..... it's because I love you."

"You do?"

"Yes." Theresa broke out into tears. John took off his work apron and
carried her down stairs. They made love for the rest of the afternoon
and well into the night. Theresa rested her head on John's shoulder and
traced her fingernails in small circles upon his chest. His one hand
rested on her back, the other lay around one of her breasts. He
breathed the slow regular breath of sleep.

Something had changed in their relationship. Something serious. She was
somewhat surprised to find herself in love with the man. She hadn't
intended to be. She hadn't given it all that much thought really. She
had told herself that it wasn't really the money - which it was that
had led her attraction to him. But each day her fondness for him grew
stronger. Now it held her like a chain.

John had changed himself during this time. His lovemaking had changed
with him. He was more aggressive. That night he had been in total
control. He lifted her to a higher level of passion than she had even
guessed could have existed. Then he kept her there for hours. Each
climax built upon the last. Each time he held her on the edge until
every nerve ending in her body screamed for release. When his actions
began to border on cruelty he would trigger one massive orgasm after
another. Then he was there on the other side to catch her fall with his
soft caresses and kisses. His tongue knew every inch of her now, and he
could use it mercilessly. He controlled her body and soul.

Theresa felt afraid; she didn't have a clue where to begin to return
that sort of passion. She had never had to -or even wanted to- before.
Certainly not with most others she's had sex with. With them it had
been a release; for them usually. Before John she had only known an
orgasm as a form of torture from...... She shivered. John pulled her
close to him and she wept against his shoulder.

The next day, after she cooked breakfast, John went to work in the
kitchen. Theresa went directly to the communications room and logged
onto the Internet. She began searching for information on how to please
a man. There really was surprisingly little. Among the best she found,
was an old translation of the Karma Sutra. She also found a few
articles in the news groups about eastern sexual techniques. some made
reference to some exercises that women can do to develop better control
of their vagina's.

'Control of their vagina's?' Theresa pondered. The most exotic things
she knew how to do, was to climb on top and ride a man till he popped
off. Or give him fellatio .... - she had thought before her reading.
Some of the articles talked about oral sex techniques she had no clue
about. She got so enthralled she forgot about time and missed making
John's lunch.

"Hey, Cutie. Do I have to hire me another cook?" John said when he
located her. Theresa near jumped right out of her skin. She hastily
closed the files she was reading and jumped up to make his lunch. He
caught her as she tried to rush past and kissed her as passionately as
she had ever been kissed. After the things she had been reading she was
more than receptive. John's lunch had to wait even longer.

Progress on the kitchen went well considering that John's sexual
*appetite* seemed to be getting stronger every day. Theresa thrived on
it. She also studied the new information that she had downloaded *real
hard*. Their lovemaking became more intense with each session. John
seemed thrilled with Theresa's *sudden* new talents. Finally the
kitchen was completed and the two of them descended to the second story
above the pool. The first would be *their* bedroom; the *whole* floor
(with a trap door into the pool). A portion of the second would be
Cindy's, shared with a new laundry room and a large bathroom.

The two of them worked shoulder to shoulder to complete the floor.
Theresa definitely understood the need for a separate bathroom. It
didn't take too long to lay the floor and partition the level. Then the
whole silo reeked for days after they painted Cindy's room. John had
made a trip to town to return the car trailer and picked out a queen-
sized water bed and some furniture. He had to re-commission the flatbed
to pick it up.

Once the silo was aired out and their headaches went away, John told
Theresa to make the arrangements with Cindy. Theresa showed her
appreciation by treating him to two days worth of her new studies in
one session.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 7

John softly cupped a breast and gently kissed the nipple. Theresa
stirred in her afterglow. It was actually a week later. Her and John
seemed to sense their coming reduction of privacy, and thus had each
tried to murder the other with sex. They had just finished a marathon
bout, consisting of twelve hours of mixed sleep and sex, and were both
*bombed* on natural endorphins. Neither one of them could speak very
well.

"Huey Yu, tim tu wag up." John mumbled. His tongue sore to its roots.
(He had a tendency to get a little over zealous in its use, trying to
extend it farther than it wanted to go. The result was a ripping of the
skin membrane on the underside. This wasn't extremely painful, but it
did make it harder to talk.) This statement elicited only a soft moan
from Theresa. John responded by softly sucking at the nipple he had
been kissing. He repeated his message between sucks. "Huey Yu, tim tu
wag up."

Theresa smiled in her sleep. John forced his sore tongue to lick around
the nipple and then shift sides so the other one *wouldn't get lonely*.
Fat chance, as both of their nipples and their genitals were getting
quite raw from the past week's usage. Theresa half giggled in a light
sleep. John sighed. He finally mustered up the energy and began to lick
his way down. He made a left turn at her navel and then followed along
her left hip bone into the natural turnpike straight down to happy
valley. He wasted no time with the scenic route as he zeroed in on her
love button.

Normally he would have taken his time approaching the area. Now he
delved in without mercy and thrashed it from side to side with the tip
of his tongue, diverting from this attack just long enough to take
several long, slow, full lengthwise swipes at it. Theresa sat halfway
up in an involuntary gasp of pleasure.

"Hey you, it's time to wake up!" John repeated. (The calisthenics
seemed to have loosened his tongue a bit.) Theresa grabbed him by the
hair and held him there as her gasp subsided. John responded by
providing her with another... then another..., continuing on
mercilessly till her gasps turned into pleading screams.

John tripped her over the edge with a final flurry of flicks from his
ferocious tongue then sat back and slipped into a redneck vernacular
and said, "*Yo! You awake yet, bitch?*"

Between sobbing gasps for air Theresa managed to say, "Yes... dear,...
I... guess....so.... {gasp, sob}."

John kind of chuckled to himself and said, "I was just kind of
wondering... Just to give you some kind of warning that we *have* to
leave sometime in the next couple of hours. If we don't, Cindy's gonna
land in a strange city with nobody to meet her." It took about two more
gasps for it to register on Theresa.

Suddenly she gasped hard one last time and sat up saying, "TWO HOURS!
I've got to get ready!" She attempted to jump out of bed, but she
couldn't stand very well, let alone walk. John grabbed her hand and
pulled her back into his arms. She fought a bit, but realized finally
that she was in no condition to rush. She settled back into his arms
and pulled his head into a kiss. Her own aroma filled her nostrils. She
quivered a bit involuntarily from the memory it triggered.

He kissed her tenderly as he caressed her body back into a state that
was capable of hurrying. The man was phenomenal! Theresa thought to
herself. She felt the love rushes charging through her body. She was
hooked solid. John held her long enough to reach the best compromise
between sleep and excited once more. Then he guided her into the
shower. He would have lots of time for his while she decided what she
would wear.

He walked nude into the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee, savoring
the aroma from his mustache between sips. He poured and doctored one
for Theresa - who had acquired a taste for it - and slipped it onto the
counter in the bathroom. He sipped his own and again savored the aroma
from his mustache as he admired the slim, firm body behind the glass.
He set his down and went to join her.

Two hours and *fifteen minutes* later they were scooting down the muddy
road towards the main highway. The drive to Salt Lake City where they
had booked Cindy to fly into, was far enough away that John easily made
up the fifteen minutes once they made the highway. He opened up the
Landcruiser and let it sail, not flat out as the engine modifications
were still breaking in, but fast enough to make Theresa a little
nervous.

She rode with her fingers in the back of his hair. Her eyes mostly on
him. Her thoughts were of him, as well as what her life was like before
him. Every so often her thoughts would drift to Cindy. Would John
change Cindy's life as much as he had hers? Did she *want* him to?
Should she tell John about her and Cindy?

An hour or so before John *roused* Theresa to consciousness, Cindy had
silently slipped out of her house. Her few prized keepsakes and some
clothes stuffed into a backpack. She had made her way as directed to
the Western Union office where she received some traveling cash. She
then caught a cab -her first ride- to the airport. She gave her name at
the counter and received a pre-paid ticket. Half an hour later the
plane boarded. Twenty minutes later she was in the air, leaving the
city of her birth, bound for a destination she didn't know. Tears
streamed down her cheeks as she looked out the window, but she trusted
her friend. They had *too much* in common not to. The tears didn't
last. A stewardess inquired over her needs, but Cindy just shook her
head and looked out the window.

John and Theresa pulled into the airport just about the time Cindy's
plane set down. They parked in short term parking and the two of them
walked up to the gate, passing easily through the metal detectors.
John's knowledge of this particular airport saved them the hassle of a
missed connection. They were standing by the side as Cindy walked off
the plane, carrying her only bag. She spotted Theresa and rushed into
her arms. The two just hugged each other for a long time. Tears
streamed down both their cheeks. Finally Cindy pulled back to look at
Theresa.

"I didn't really believe it was true, until the moment I saw you. And
Damn, you're looking fine, girl!" Cindy said.

"Yeah, love does that," Theresa mused.

"Love?" inquired Cindy, looking over at John. John stood to one side,
slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah, love. Cindy, I'd like you to meet my very good friend and
mentor, John."

"Nice to meet you, Cindy," John said, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," Cindy replied, but looking dubious. (Who the
hell is this OLD MAN? she was thinking. Theresa had said he was
*older*, but this old?)

"Any luggage?" John inquired.

"Just this," Cindy replied, proffering her backpack. John offered her
his hand and Cindy reluctantly handed her backpack into his keeping.
She kept an eye on him though, as she walked arm in arm with Theresa
through the airport. John was doing his best *not* to keep an eye on
Cindy. She was *too* cute. She was just sixteen, but had full firm
breasts and a slim body accentuated with a very sexy widening of her
hips. This didn't seem to affect the size of her backside, which seemed
to be nigh on perfect. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders
and breasts. She shook it back as she walked. Her face was adorable.
John wondered how he was going to be able to live with her and Theresa
wandering around the Silo.

When they got to the car, John turned to Cindy and addressed her,
"Originally I'd intended that you should be blindfolded. I don't really
want to do that, and I doubt that you want it either. In exchange I
will accept your word, that you will never reveal to another person the
location of our home to which we are taking you." Cindy studied him for
a minute. She still didn't trust him, even though he had made possible
her escape from her own private hell. She distrusted his motives in
doing so. Now he was offering to *trust her*. She looked to Theresa for
guidance. She however was strangely distant, but she nodded to her.

"OK," Cindy said.

"I have your word?" John persisted. Cindy looked once more to Theresa.
She could tell that they were both serious. She wondered what the
outcome would be if she refused. She shivered a bit at the thought of
being sent back.

She took a deep breath and said, "You have my word, that I shall never
reveal the location or existence of your home to another person." John
looked at her a moment. He wasn't so sure that she understood how
serious he thought the situation was.

He explained, "Consider my point of view; you are a minor. No matter
what bad situation you were in, I've just conspired for you to run
away. Because of my age, and yours, the law would probably consider
this an abduction. My home is my dream. I value both my freedom and my
happiness. I don't mind helping you out of a bad situation, but I do
not wish to give up my home or my freedom as a result of that. Theresa
has chosen to stay with me of her own free will.

"You have absolute freedom to do as you please as well. Instead of
accompanying us, if you wish I will give you some money and you are
free to go your own way, without obligation to either myself or
Theresa. Should you choose to accompany us however, all I ask is that
you keep the location and existence of where we take you a secret. A
*permanent* secret. Now do I have your word?" Cindy was quiet for a
moment. His offer of money and freedom had changed her image of him
considerably. Also the mention of Theresa's freely staying with him.

She nodded her head and said solemnly, "Yes, you have my word."

"Fine. Let's go," was all John said. Theresa climbed into the back with
Cindy as there wasn't room for three up front. "Feel like something to
eat? I do," John said. The other two nodded. They were already chatting
away like the two teenagers that they were. The chatter made John feel
decidedly old and wondering just how the hell he'd gotten into all
this. As it would be a while before they got back to town, John made a
stop at the grocery store for a supply of Cindy's preferred female
products and a few extra items for the kitchen.

This was different, thought Cindy. Nobody had ever *asked* her what
brand of toilet paper or vegetables she preferred before. Chinese to go
was a bit hard to eat on the road, so they got burgers and fries to
stave off their immediate hunger and a large order of Chinese to go for
when they got home. Cindy and Theresa hardly stopped their chatter the
whole way. When John finally pulled onto the dirt road in the middle of
nowhere, Cindy was a bit regretful she hadn't paid more attention to
the landscape. Theresa now had a general idea where the silo was, but
Cindy didn't have a clue where they were. Even with her promise, John
had taken a long twisting path back that was more monotonous. By the
time they had passed through the nearest city, it was well after dark.

When John pulled into the razor wire fenced compound and drove up to
the small structures, Cindy wondered just what she had gotten herself
into. When they descended into the silo however, she was amazed and
lost in wonderment. The kitchen was the nicest she had ever seen, with
every luxury device known to man. A trip down to her room further
changed her feelings. It was lovely... but somehow lonely. It was
roomier than her bedroom at home and much nicer furnished. There was a
large supply of very nice clothing in the closets and drawers.

Still, it seemed somehow more like a cell than a room. She finally put
her finger on it when she realized there were no windows. Of course
not, it was underground. She wondered idly if she would ever get to see
the sun again. Theresa distracted her by dragging her on a tour of the
rest of the Silo. John retired to the kitchen to re-heat the Chinese
food. He knew that the girls needed time alone to talk. He *intended*
to give them all the privacy they needed.

Almost as soon as they were out of earshot, Cindy blurted out, "So what
the hell's the deal with John?"

"What about him?" Theresa replied.

"What about him?! Well first off, he's *OLD*!" Cindy exclaimed.

"Not that old, he's forty three."

"Forty three! You're only sixteen."

"So? I love him."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Well... I don't know. He's just so... *old*," Cindy replied.

Theresa just chuckled, then said, "I thought so too, at the first. But
he was such a dear gentleman I just fell for him head over heels. I
guess it didn't hurt that he's rich, though."

"How rich?"

"Fourteen Million," Theresa replied absently.

"Fourt.... did you say *MILLION*?"

Theresa chuckled, "Yup."

"Well... but he's still old."

Theresa kept chuckling but said, "Look, I love the man. I'd love him
even if he didn't have any money. He's an incredible lover too, and so
gentle. He'd never hurt a soul. He's also the reason that you are here.
You knew that before you came. So cut him some slack, will ya?"

"I'm sorry.... I guess I just didn't expect this," Cindy said.

"What did you expect?" Theresa asked.

"I don't know.. anything. As long as it was different."

"This is about as different as it gets!" Theresa chuckled.

"I can't argue with that." They both had a good laugh over that.
Theresa showed Cindy the pool. She went nuts over it. "Can we go for a
swim?"

"Anytime, but let's eat dinner first. Come on, I'll show you our
apartment. We stay there while we work on the rest of the place."

"We?"

"Yes, we. John is showing me how to do carpentry. I'm helping him, but
I think I'm mostly in the way. He's a patient dear though."

"You really *do* love him, don't you?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. This is our bedroom, over there is the old kitchen and in there
is the bath," Theresa said the last with a little smirk of a smile. She
was remembering just before they'd left to retrieve Cindy. She turned
to her friend, pulled her into her arms and said, "Now, my sweet. Do
you think that you'll like staying here?"

"That depends..." Cindy said, reaching down to cup Theresa's ass
cheeks.

"And what would that depend on?" Theresa said as she descended to
lightly kiss her friend.

As she pulled back, Cindy replied, "Why on this of course," and pulled
Theresa back into a deeper kiss. This one lasted a long time.

Finally Theresa pulled back and said, "Well?"

"Yes, I think I'm gonna like it here. I might even develop a taste for
*old men* myself," Cindy teased.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Theresa said, half joking. She
hadn't really thought about Cindy and John. The concept was new to her.
She wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Just teasing, *lover*," Cindy said, but she wasn't really. She pulled
Theresa back into another deep kiss to cover her thoughts.

When they finally parted, Theresa said, "Come on, we'll have lots of
time for this. Let's go eat." John had set the table and had all the
food set out when they entered the kitchen.

"Not so sure about this assistant deal. Two cooks and I end up doing
the preparation," he teased.

"Huh?" said Cindy, looking between them.

Theresa explained, "Officially, I'm the cook. You are my assistant. I
pay you out of my salary."

"Pay me? What for?"

"'Cause your gonna help me keep this *old man* fed," Theresa chuckled,
but her eyes were filled with love for John as she said it.

"Let's eat," John said, ignoring the dig. Over dinner Cindy and John
got better acquainted. She found that he had a fast wit and a disarming
manner. John was talking about his plans for the Silo. Theresa's hand
strayed to John's on occasion, as if to establish her territory. This
wasn't lost on Cindy. She didn't mind. She'd bide her time. '*Fourteen
million*... and not *too* old,' she thought to herself. After dinner
Theresa jumped up to clean up. John stopped her saying that he'd finish
as it only entailed loading the dishwasher and throwing the rest away.

Theresa gave him a giant kiss for a thank you and said, "Cindy and I
are gonna take a swim, Okay?" her eyes told him she meant *alone*.

John chuckled, but took the hint, "Sure, I'm gonna go Net surfing. Come
on up to the Com room when you're done. And be careful, you just ate."
Theresa kissed him again -again as thanks- and tugged Cindy by the hand
towards the pool. As soon as they were out of sight, her hand dropped
to Cindy's ass. Cindy's hand found hers. They reached the pool and
Theresa started to strip off her clothes.

"No suits?" Cindy inquired.

"What for? John won't bother us. He knows we're gonna swim in the nude.
That's why he wouldn't bother us, because you're here."

"All the more reason why he *would* bother us," Cindy said,
sarcastically.

"You don't know John."

"No, I don't," Cindy said, stripping off her own clothes.

"You will," Theresa replied, and dove in.

Cindy looked after her and mumbled, "That's for sure and the both of
you together too." She watched Theresa's lithe body in the water and
dove in after her. She came up under her and the giggling started. It
hardly stopped for quite some time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 8

John was being considerably less honorable than Theresa gave him credit
for. He was a little suspicious of Cindy. He didn't log onto the
Internet. He fired up some circuitry that Theresa didn't know about.
When John bought the silo he discovered that the government was far
more paranoid than any individual. The entire silo was wired for both
sound, and vision. There were camera's hidden in the walls, between
pipes, under overhangs and anywhere else somebody could think of to put
one. The road into the silo had sensors buried in it almost all the way
back the thirty miles to the main road and there were personnel sensors
surrounding the silo for three miles in all directions.

John had reactivated some of the circuits before Theresa ever came
along. He could tell if a car got within ten miles of the silo. He
wasn't paranoid enough to bother with the personnel sensors that were
buried in a perimeter around the place. If anybody wanted to walk
across the desert to sneak up on him, then let them.

John activated the internal surveillance cameras and scanned through
the channels until he found the lower silo segments. He made a note of
correct channels whenever he stumbled on one. Some of the cameras had
actually been covered over by his construction. Others showed useless
views. Several of the cameras were actually below the water level of
the pool.

The cameras themselves were buried deep in the wall, with a fiber optic
bundle leading to the surface of the Silo. A tiny dot was all that
showed of them. The system must have cost a bloody fortune. The cost of
repairing a bad camera was the only possible reason for the vast number
of them. John had actually dug one out. It was a miniaturized miracle.
Totally solid state with top quality CCD technology. They must have
been updated and replaced just before the government sold the silo.
Each unit could resolve well into the infrared region. John supposed
that some of the mass of wiring he didn't know the use for led to
infrared emitters mounted in the walls for illumination. He didn't need
any of this as visible light illuminated every area he wished to view.

He reached out and punched in a tape to the VCR, which recorded
whatever he was looking at. John had the right channels picked out long
before Theresa and Cindy arrived at the pool. He casually watched as
Theresa stripped off her clothes. He noted with curiosity how Cindy
watched Theresa as she disrobed. Feeling a little guilty, he watched
*very* closely as Cindy stripped off her own clothes. He barely
listened to their conversation. His gaze fixed on Cindy's sleek, nude
body.

She was as lovelier than he'd imagined. Her breasts large and firm. Her
nipples dark and erect. A dark triangle between the apex of her legs.
Uncovered, her ass was easily as cute as he'd imagined it. When Theresa
dove in, Cindy watched her a moment and dove in herself. She came up
underneath Theresa. John flipped to an underwater camera and was
greeted with the shock of his life as Cindy's head moved between
Theresa's shapely legs.

He watched in shocked amazement for the next hour. He had no idea that
Theresa had those sort of leanings. He sat in rapt fascination as the
two girls writhed together like mating snakes. Reversing now and then
to please the other one. By the end of the hour he was drenched with
sweat. He was fuming with anger and jealousy and fascinated beyond his
control. He wanted to dominate Cindy, to make her beg for him. His
desire for Theresa was somewhat diminished, but he would need her as a
tool to control Cindy. The girls languished on the deck, their hair
plastered to their heads like they were bald. They kissed and caressed
each other playfully. When Theresa got on her knees before Cindy, John
switched off the monitor, but left the VCR running. He had seen enough.
He was burning with *desire*, as well as anger.

He shut down the lights in the Com room and headed for the apartment.
He hardly noticed his erection as he walked. He poured himself a large
Scotch and carried it into the shower with him. No temperature of water
seemed to relieve him. He toweled off and climbed into bed. Theresa and
Cindy didn't bother with clothes as Theresa walked her to her room. She
tucked her in and kissed her tenderly. She was tempted to spend the
night. Cindy didn't want to let her leave. Finally Theresa pulled
herself away.

She went up to the Com room to find John, but found it dark. While her
session with Cindy had satisfied many hidden desires, it had only
kindled others. She needed John bad! Theresa located him in their bed.
She climbed in. John was seemingly asleep, but erect. She climbed
aboard as she had the first time.

John stirred in his sleep. The session became at once rough and
passionate, just like Theresa wanted it to be. Both their orgasms came
fast and hard. John hardly breathed an extra breath before he was
asleep once more. Theresa barely noticed as she played her nails over
his chest. She felt *completely* satisfied for the first time in her
life.

Cindy lay in her bed and thought about the day. Her session with
Theresa had left her languid with endorphins. Her bed was soft and
comfortable. She knew that the winter winds raged on the surface above
the silo, but her room was warm and comfortable. She realized with a
start that she felt safe for the first time in years. Nobody would be
coming to her bed this night. She could sleep alone and safe. Tears
rolled from her eyes. They were still flowing when she slipped away
into sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 9

Theresa was the first person awake in the morning. She softly kissed
John on the cheek and then slipped out of bed. She found a light satin
robe and made her way to the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror,
she smiled. She seemed to be glowing from within. Making her way to the
apartment kitchen, she put on some coffee, knowing the aroma would
rouse John. Then she made her way to Cindy's room to awaken her to make
breakfast.

Cindy felt a set of soft lips on her own and opened her eyes to
Theresa's face pulling back. She smiled and pulled her friend into a
hug. Theresa only put up a token fight until Cindy's advances became
more *advanced*, then she jumped up and out of range.

"Oh no you don't! Come on, *Assistant!* We've got breakfast to make,"
Theresa said. Cindy sat up and rubbed the sand from her eyes. The sheet
slipped from her body and Theresa felt a desire to return and caress
what she saw. Instead she told her she would be in the kitchen and to
come up as fast as possible.

Cindy watched Theresa exit, she shrugged and made her way to the
bathroom. She took a quick shower and then started digging through the
clothes in her room. She settled on an outfit that would turn the
Pope's head. She had on white spandex shorts -with nothing under them-
and a white knit tube top that hugged her topside as tight as the
spandex hugged her buns. She finished off her outfit with a set of
white jogging shoes. She dried her hair and brushed it out. When she
showed up in the kitchen, Theresa just stared at her for a minute. She
didn't know who Cindy had dressed to tease, but it didn't matter; the
effect would be universal.

"Damn girl, you're dressed for bear! No need for that kind of ammo out
here in the middle of nowhere," Theresa said, mockingly.

"You must like it. You bought it for me," Cindy chuckled.

"I didn't picture your wearing both those things together," Theresa
chuckled.

"Should I change?"

"Not on my account and John may as well get used to you from the
start.... Make some wheat toast and whatever kind you like." Cindy
jumped into the swing of making breakfast. Theresa did her best to
*not* watch her. John awoke in an empty bed. He barely had his eyes
open before the previous evening flashed through his memory. Oddly, he
no longer felt much anger. The desire for Cindy had remained though. He
remembered his session with Theresa when she had climbed in bed. He had
rolled onto her the instant he became aware of her presence. He
dominated her in a way that felt strangely satisfying. He was looking
forward to doing the same thing with Cindy. He smelled coffee and this
roused him out. He poured a cup and took it with him to the bathroom.

John wandered into the kitchen with his coffee mug in his hand. His
eyes popped out of his head when he saw Cindy. Theresa was just
finishing up his eggs. He kissed her on the cheek, but his eyes
followed Cindy around. Theresa didn't miss this fact.

John commented to Theresa as she served him, "So, seems you're the last
one dressed."

"That's debatable," replied Theresa sarcastically, glaring at Cindy.
She kissed him on his forehead and excused herself to go dress. There
was an uncomfortable silence between John and Cindy. His eyes hardly
left her body.

"So, what are you going to do today?" John inquired, diving into his
breakfast.

"Don't know. What is there to do out here?" Cindy replied. She poured
herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with him.

"Oh, more than you would imagine. Theresa can give you the grand tour
while I check my e-mail."

"e-mail? What's that?" Cindy inquired.

"Electronic Mail," John said and launched into an explanation. Cindy
had no interest in what he was telling her, but she seemed to be rapt
in fascination. Theresa started to pull on some panties, but was struck
with an idea and pulled them back off. She routed around and found an
identical outfit to Cindy's. If Cindy wanted to flaunt her wares, then
Theresa was going to fight fire with fire. She found Cindy and John
laughing like old friends at the table. Both John and Cindy noticed her
outfit.

"Damn, Theresa. *Twins*?" John said.

"It just looked comfortable to me," Theresa replied.

"Depends on for whom," John muttered to himself. He excused himself to
check his e-mail and made his way to the Com room. He stalled at the
door on the way out to drink in the sight as Cindy and Theresa started
to clean up the dishes. When he got to the Com room, he punched out the
tape and replaced it. He punched up the kitchen channel in time to
catch Cindy come up behind Theresa. She kissed her on the back of the
neck as her hands moved around her and began to explore her front.

Theresa moved back into Cindy's advance. She didn't fight it when
Cindy's fingers traced over the spandex and between her legs. John
watched, again in fascination. He got an idea. He ran a line from the
Video to the frame grabber input on his computer. Then started
programming. He needed to build a control interface to make it work,
but that wasn't too tough with his previous design experience.. In the
meantime he manually controlled the input. Theresa turned to Cindy and
they kissed. Her own hands explored in return. Finally she pulled away.

"Cindy, John might catch us!" she said.

"So?" Cindy questioned.

"So, I haven't told him anything about our relationship. I don't know
how he's going to take it."

"Maybe it's time he found out. You don't really expect to hide it too
long, do you?"

"I don't know... Not yet. Let me break it to him in my own way."

"It's not something you can break to somebody slowly. Either they can
handle it, or they can't. But you're the *boss*. It's up to you. We'll
do it your way. So what shall we do, boss? John said you'd give me the
grand tour," Cindy said, once more taking Theresa into her arms.
Theresa giggled but fought away.

"Not a bad idea. Let's do the Silo from the top down."

"Okay," said Cindy, causally flipping her top down. She again
approached Theresa, who chuckled and did the same. They merged their
breasts as they kissed. John paused in his programming as he watched
the girls. Then he returned to the task with renewed passion. He dug
out some data books and then headed for the workshop, pausing long
enough to kill the active monitor.

John spent most the day running between the workshop and back to the
Com room to punch up whichever channel the girls were on. Finally he
had a functioning breadboard and he ran back to connect it. Together
with his software it kept whichever channel the girls were on selected
up for the video recorder. The frame grabber sampled each channel, did
a coarse check sum on it and then stored the value. Whenever the girls
moved into a new area their presence would shift the averaged value of
the picture. The program simply selected whichever channels were
different from their previous average within a certain tolerance. He
set this to run in the background and then actually got around to
checking his e-mail.

He was about to trash the whole lot, mostly electronic junk mail, when
one item caught his attention. A message from his brokers. It seemed
that the next year's allocation of funds had been deposited in his
account. They were requesting instructions -if any- on what to do with
it. John sat back and shivered. Damn, a whole year had passed. He
reflected idly on how his life had changed in that little time. His
Silo dream was now a reality and was well on its way to completion.

He glanced at the monitor and thought about how he had *two*, scantily
clad, nubile females at his beck and call.... almost. He shook off the
thought and dialed up some graphs of some stocks he had been following.
He selected a couple and then composed a message to his brokers to
split the sum up between the stocks and some mutual funds. No one price
failure could seriously hurt him.

He had paid close attention to his advisors; diversity was the answer.
The thought took a different meaning when he glanced at the monitor.
The girls were on the way into the Com room. John killed the monitor
and checked for any tell-tails of his actions. There were none, except
the bulge in his pants. The girls walked in and John feigned surprise.
He did his best to watch Theresa most, but his eyes kept wandering back
to Cindy. When the two of them bent over the satellite controls, he
felt the bulge in his pants growing. The spandex did nothing to hide
which quarter inch of flesh was connected to which other one. Finally
Theresa turned to him and came and sat in his lap. She noted the state
of his pants and raised an eyebrow in question.

"You two walk around dressed like that and this surprises you?" John
whispered in her ear. She chuckled and kissed him deeply. She didn't
miss that he had said, *Two*.

"Perhaps Cindy could rustle us up some lunch?" Theresa said, half
commanding. Cindy chuckled and saluted smartly. Causing her breasts to
jiggle. John noticed her headlights were on *High beam*. Almost the
instant Cindy was out of the room, Theresa dropped her top as before.

"Let's do something about this problem of yours," she said, sinking to
her knees. John closed his eyes in ecstasy, but his mind was on Cindy.

Cindy purposefully took her time with lunch. She knew very well what
Theresa was up to. That was fine with her. She was willing to bide her
time. She'd noticed what John was looking at whenever she was around.
John and Theresa joined her in the kitchen after a rather longer time
than Cindy expected. After lunch John said he was going to take a swim.

"Mind if we join you?" Cindy asked.

"No, not at all," John replied.

"You two go ahead, I'm gonna take a nap," Theresa said. She gave John a
quick deep kiss. His eyes questioned her. She glanced at Cindy and
nodded her OK. John raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. Theresa wandered
off.

"I'll join you later," Cindy said, and followed Theresa. John shrugged
again and headed for the pool.

"So what gives?" Cindy asked Theresa when she found her in the
bedroom..

"About what?" she asked innocently.

"You know, about you taking a nap and I swimming with John."

Theresa sighed heavily before answering, "Look, I know what you had in
mind. I'm not stupid. I also saw what John was looking at whenever you
were around."

"I don't know what you mean," Cindy said.

"The fuck you don't!" Theresa snapped.

"So if you're worried about it, why would you want to leave us alone?"

"To get it over with. May as well be now, as later," Theresa said,
somewhat angrily..

"Your choice, babe. You don't want me to, I won't." Theresa looked at
her friend for a while, then stared at the floor. Glancing back to her
friend every now and then.

Finally she said, "You really would hold off?"

"If you really want me to. He's your man, not mine." Theresa pulled her
friend into her lap and kissed her softly.

"No, you go ahead. Maybe it is best to get it over with."

"I don't want it to be this way!" Cindy cried.

"Just how do you want it?" Theresa asked, tentatively. Now Cindy was
quiet. She buried her head in Theresa's hair.

Finally she replied, "I want... both of you." Theresa studied her
friend while she thought about it.

"I guess I want that too. It just didn't occur to me that that meant
you and him together as well." She pulled Cindy back into a great hug.
Then she kissed her and said, "Well, you better get on with it. Come
wake me later."

Cindy said, "Look babe, I want both of you. But not at the cost of our
friendship." Theresa found tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged her
friend fiercely.

"That's not in danger, I guess. NO, you go ahead. I'll be fine."

"I don't think you will. I'm gonna go swimming with him, but that's
all." Theresa hugged her friend some more.

"Whatever you think is best," she said.

"I think you're the best! Without you my life would be shit."

"You would have found a way out," Theresa said.

"Maybe, but not as quick. Now are you going to come with me, or do I
have to drag you?" Cindy asked.

"No, you go ahead." Cindy looked at her friend and then bent over. She
grabbed Theresa and threw her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry.
She could barely walk. Theresa was giggling and fighting her, which
didn't make it any easier.

"Okay, okay. Just put me down!" Theresa giggled. Cindy gratefully
complied. They shared a hug and kiss and then headed off hand in hand
towards the pool. John was floating on his back, nude when the two
girls entered. They looked at him and then each other. Then both
stripped off their clothes without comment.

"Change your mind?" John inquired of Theresa.

"Cindy changed it for me," Theresa said. John shrugged and watched the
two nude girls. Both jumped in. Cindy swam to the other end of the pool
and Theresa swam up to John. He raised an eyebrow in concern. She shook
her head and moved against his body. She kissed him deep enough to
start the arousal process. John inclined his head towards Cindy as he
pushed her back. Theresa giggled and shrugged her shoulders. John
looked back and forth between the two, wondering what to do.

Theresa solved his dilemma by dunking her head beneath the water. She
stayed down for a long time. John looked longingly at Cindy before he
closed his eyes to the inevitable. Cindy watched. John was better hung
than she'd expected. He responded like a much younger man as well. She
swam to the ladder and climbed out slowly, knowing his eyes were on
her. She turned and matched his gaze frankly. He smiled and then turned
his attention to Theresa. Cindy sat on the edge of the platform and
watched the whole thing. Afterwards the three of them lounged around
the pool in chaise chairs.

"So, what do you think of my lover?" Theresa asked Cindy.

"Pretty impressive performance, especially with an audience," Cindy
remarked.

"Figured you better get used to it. We usually run around here wearing
just the minimum."

"So how do I fit into this?" Cindy asked.

Theresa looked at John with concern and said, "I guess that's up to
you." John could tell he was cornered. He pulled Theresa into an
embrace and kissed her tenderly.

"No," he said, "it's up to YOU. You have squatters rights if nothing
else."

"Are you telling me you don't have a preference?" Theresa demanded.

"Of course I have a preference. That preference is to exist in peace. I
didn't choose any of this........ I love you. That's my main interest.
I also think Cindy is cute. I think *you do too*. How you *two* work
out the dilemma *you* two have created is up to *you*. Just let *me*
know what you decide." With that said, John stood up and walked out.
Cindy and Theresa were silent for a long time.

"Look, I don't want to come between you.... but it seems that John
already has an inkling about us two."

"It would seem so."

"He seems to have dumped it into your lap."

"*Our* lap," Theresa said.

"No, *Yours*. Squatter's rights, remember." Theresa studied her friend
for a little while. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Damnit! I love you both!" she cried.

"So... what's the problem then?" Cindy asked, moving to her friend.
Theresa was quiet and yielding in her friend's arms. "So what is the
problem?" she was asking herself. She felt Cindy's body next to hers
and sighed.

"No problem, I guess."

"So how do you want to go about letting him know?"

"Let me think about it for a few days."

"You're the boss," Cindy said. She slipped her hand into a place where
most employees were very unlikely to touch their boss. Theresa yielded
to her friend without comment. Later in bed Theresa discovered John's
attitude about the day's events.

"Just what the hell was all that about today?" John asked.

"All what?" Theresa replied as innocently as possible.

"You know damn well what. Cornering me into making love to you in front
of Cindy, that's what!"

"Cornering you? I just thought you didn't mind she was there."

"Bullshit, you did it on purpose."

"Why would I do that?"

John sighed..... "To establish your territory."

"My what?"

"Look Theresa, you downright begged me to have Cindy here. But now
you're panicked because you're afraid I'll like her more than you. You
want me to show my gallant side and say I'm not interested in her at
all... But I've never lied to you before and I won't start now. I *am*
interested in Cindy. Men have always been a bit polygamist in nature.
Every time man gets a chance to, he's always ended up with more than
one mate. In nature this is more standard than monogamy. The alpha male
rules the roost. The big buck guides the herd."

"You've got a compound dilemma; *you* also want Cindy. Add to this that
you don't exactly know whom you're jealous of. You want me all to
yourself and Cindy *too*. Yet, you don't want Cindy and I together.
Why? Both of you are here temporarily. You knew this. Having Cindy here
hasn't changed that one day either way. Perhaps it lengthened it, as
the length of your stay depends on your happiness. *I* made certain
that wouldn't last when I had my tubes snicked. No baby is going to
play a part in that decision.....

"Actually it probably will; by insuring that I couldn't father a child,
I also insured that you'd probably move on eventually. You are young
and so is Cindy. I fully expect both of you to get tired of living in
the middle of nowhere with a grumpy old man. In the mean time whichever
way we can all get along best is what *I* want. If you don't want Cindy
and I involved with each other, then maybe her being here is a bad
idea. But now we're sort of responsible for her. I can give her a
start, money wise, that's not the problem. No emotional support would
be the problem if you ousted her," John said. Tears had begun to well
up in Theresa's eyes almost from the instant John started talking.

"You don't love me!" she cried.

"Yes I do, but you're confusing love with physical attraction. Somehow
you got the impression that one precluded the other. That's just not
so. Do you love me? Of course. Don't you also feel an attraction to
Cindy?"

"What do you mean?" Theresa cried. (Had John been spying?)

"You can drop the innocent act, babe. I've been eating pussy since I
was your age. It has a very distinctive aroma. When you have a little
love fest with Cindy and then come plant a big sloppy kiss on me, I may
as well have been there myself. You and Cindy made it the first night
she was here. I have no doubt of it." Theresa was crying hard. She half
shivered with fear.

"So what are you going to do?"

"That's the question I asked you."

"But what about Cindy and I?"

"What about it?"

"You don't mind?"

"At first I was furious. But not because of your relationship, rather
because you didn't tell me about it. You and Cindy didn't *just* get
together when she arrived here. Your relationship has been ongoing. You
never mentioned a word about that to me. But it could affect *our*
relationship seriously. That pissed me off. I don't really care about
the relationship itself. It's society's rules that are opposed to that.
I don't care much for society's rules. That's one reason why I chose to
live in the middle of nowhere when I could have lived almost anywhere I
wanted. Besides that is the fact that it's none of my business."

"What do you mean, not your business?"

"Why would it be? You knew her before you met me. You've shared things
I will never understand. You have lots in common; your ages, your
family situations. Why would I have anything to say about what your
relationship is with her?"

"I don't understand you! You say you love me, but say it doesn't matter
if I love another. You say you love me and say you're attracted to
Cindy."

"No, You don't understand me. You also don't understand yourself at
this point. You haven't figured out that there can be more than one
love in your life; *at the same time!* You've been programmed with this
*one true love, white house with picket fence, 2.3 kids and a dog*
image since you were old enough to understand pictures on the
television. Every day in your life you were surrounded by people
telling you that was the way it had to be. That was the way it was
best.

"But if you'd look, the fact is that you were really surrounded by
examples of how this *wasn't* always the best; your divorced parents;
your abuse at your stepfather's hands; Cindy's similar situation. It
doesn't surprise me a bit that you and Cindy got together. It may have
surprised me more if you hadn't. You both sought a comfortable place
where you were understood. You found it in each other.

"You are fighting your own feelings because of some bullshit set of
rules you didn't sign up for. You didn't create them, not even your
parents created them. They are just held over by social momentum, the
product of centuries of people bending their actions to conform with an
image of how *other* people thought *they* should live.

"I don't buy those rules. I didn't sign up for them either. Whatever
relationship I choose to have with anybody else is none of society's
business. Whatever relationship you choose to have with anybody else is
none of my damn business. However, you placing me in the middle of your
conflicting feelings and expecting me to decide for you, is my
business. The dilemma is yours, not mine. The decision is yours, not
mine. I will not make the decision for you. You're going to have to
figure out for yourself what *You* want to do." Theresa was too
confused to respond. She snuggled to John without talking, sobbing
occasionally. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.

John let her simmer, Cindy too. Hardly a word was spoken by either to
John about the question of relationships. Each acted like the question
had never come up. They went about their cooking tasks with cool
efficiency. Over this time John let the automatics he had developed
track and record the girls. He noted from the computer log that they
paired about once or twice a day, but he didn't listen to any of their
conversations or watch the tapes.

The girls did however continue their competition in the clothing
department. The spandex shorts and tube tops became almost the most
modest thing they wore. Sometimes they even appeared topless, acting
like it was perfectly natural, which it was. John neither paid undue
attention nor ignored this -as if he could have-. He looked openly at
either of them whenever they were around. Theresa didn't seem to be
doing anything to hide her relationship with Cindy. If anything she
sort of started to flaunt it. She seemed to seek out John wherever he
was and kiss him after a session with Cindy. John accepted this without
comment, but never failed to recognize the aroma.

Theresa did however stop initiating sex at night. This was okay with
John. He held her gently when she snuggled to him. Basically he just
bided his time. When they weren't cooking -or pairing- the girls
watched TV or swam. They even investigated the library and read some.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 10

One day several weeks later a soft gong sounded throughout the silo.
The girls were alarmed, not knowing what it was. They met John heading
for the elevator, wrapping a robe around himself from the shower. He
was grinning from ear to ear.

"What the hell's that?" cried Theresa in alarm.

"That means it's time to make some money!" John exclaimed. He didn't
explain any further as the three of them rode the elevator to the Com
room. John turned on the computer monitor and called up his stock
market screen. The NASDAQ had taken a sudden liking to some Internet
stocks John had selected. The gong was an alarm he had set to notify
him in case of a certain change. He grinned from ear to ear at the
change in the graph. He called up some comparison graphs and then typed
out a message to his broker: *Sell this now, re-buy it after the other
profit takers drove the price down. Sell this other and buy this other
instead.* When he finished he sat back grinning. The girls looked at
him expectantly. He said nothing.

"So what the hell was that all about?" Theresa demanded.

"I told you. I was making money."

"I thought you had money."

"I do. The best way to keep it is to make more."

"So how much did you just make?" John picked up a hand calculator and
poked in a bunch of numbers. When he finished he looked up and
announced, "about another hundred thousand." Both girls stood there
with their mouths open.

"A hundred thousand dollars?" Theresa exclaimed. John nodded. "What
for? In how much time?"

"In a couple of weeks. Just after Cindy arrived I got my next year's
allocation and invested it. The stocks went up a lot and I sold some
off. I'll buy them back when they're cheaper."

"So.. for just letting your money sit, you made a hundred thousand
dollars?" Cindy remarked sarcastically.

John looked at her a moment before replying, "No. I *risked* over a
quarter of a million dollars of *my* money in an investment of my
choice. I chose wisely and was rewarded with a larger return than I
expected. Had the market gone the other way the last two weeks by just
the same amount, I would have *lost* one hundred thousand dollars."
Cindy seemed to think about this a bit.

Then asked, "Could you teach me to do that?"

"And me!" Theresa jumped in.

"I can teach you the basics. You'll have to do the work after that.
You'll also have to risk your *own* money. But you can play with
imaginary money till you feel confident enough to risk it."

"Will you teach us?" Cindy asked more solemnly.

"Be glad to." John smiled. For the next month John spent an hour a day
with the two of them in the Com room going over each business day's
stock trends. Otherwise John spent his time working on the Silo.
Theresa had initiated sex once since his lecture. She was like a hungry
animal. John returned measure for measure. Theresa took to bringing him
snacks and cups of coffee at the oddest times. By now neither girl
bothered wearing a top -except when cooking bacon-. The shorts
alternated between spandex and terry cloth, but always tight. John
stayed with warm-ups or shorts, T-shirts and sandals or tennis shoes.
When he swam, it was nude. He slept the same way.

The girls seemed to be getting restless. They swam more and made
several short trips outside, short, as winter storms had left a
covering of several feet of snow on the landscape. John knew this from
his sensors and cameras, but he let the girls find out for themselves.
He could tell that they were getting *Cabin fever*. But there didn't
seem to be much John could do about it. The road had just too much snow
on it to chance the 'Cruiser. He only had one snowmobile, which would
have carried two of them to the main road, but then the problem of
getting to town still existed.

A note from his brokers to spend more or give it to the government
spurned John into action. He contacted his brokers, some contractors
and a bunch of retailers. He spent several days surfing the Internet in
search of what he wanted. Then proceeded to spend a large chunk of
change. Not the least of it was the logistics of shipping. He arranged
with a helicopter service to have his purchases delivered to them.
After all the crates arrived, they loaded up and called him.

John told the girls he was going to do some work outside. They offered
to help, but he declined, saying he would need their help later. He met
the helicopter on the ready made pad of the Silo roof. (He had to
shovel the snow off it first.) It took several trips for the copter to
complete the delivery. The pilot wondered about the equipment delivery
to the middle of nowhere and John's safety. But the existing structures
looked sturdy and warm enough.

After the copter pulled away for the last time, John summoned the girls
to help him. The girls were excited over the crates, but John wouldn't
tell them anything until they had lowered the ones John designated down
to the utility level. Then he made them leave him and the crates alone.
They persisted, so did he. Uncharacteristically he locked the utility
level and the exit door. The girls couldn't get at any of the crates
even when he was asleep (they tried and got angry he didn't trust
them.) Each morning after breakfast John went off by himself, locking
the doors behind him. Theresa and Cindy responded by keeping to
themselves. Theresa even took to sleeping in Cindy's room. John didn't
*seem* to notice.

"What the hell is he up to?" Theresa wondered aloud one afternoon.
Cindy reclined on the bed, nude, reading a book.

"You know about boys and their toys," she replied without looking up.
Theresa looked down at her and continued looking for a long time. Cindy
looked up, raising a questioning eyebrow over Theresa's gaze. Theresa
met her gaze and then dropped her own. "What's wrong?" Cindy asked.
Theresa was quiet a moment before she answered.

"I've been thinking."

"Oh, oh," giggled Cindy, "About what?"

"About us."

"What about us?"

"No, not us, you and I. About *Us*; You and I and John."

Cindy put her book down and said, "Oh.. and what have you been thinking
about *Us*?"

"What both of you said."

"We both said something?"

"Yes, almost the same thing."

"What was that?"

"That neither of you could see a problem." Cindy shook her head as if
to clear it.

"Will you make sense! What the hell are you talking about?"

"About you and John being together!" Theresa shouted.

"We haven't been!" Cindy replied softly.

"I know.. but you both *want* to be."

"I won't deny it," Cindy said.

"He doesn't either... I love you both, I want to be with you both. Why
does it bother me that you two also want to be with each other?"

"So why does it?"

"I don't know. I guess I just didn't want to lose him to you. But if I
don't, I might lose you both," Theresa cried.

"You're not making much sense. Why would you lose either of us, no
matter what happened between John and I?"

"I don't know. I guess I was just raised to think that way. Like John
said; I'm programmed to it."

"Oh.. I don't know if that's the case. I was subject to the same
*programming* you were. I don't feel that way. I think you just want it
all for yourself." Theresa looked sharply at her. "Oh, don't get me
wrong. I'm grateful to you. I don't mean you're being stingy with...
anything. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I know that. But
you invited me here. You should have realized that I would feel
something for John and he for me. It's natural for any two people who
spend time close to each other."

"That's what John said too... Maybe you're both right. But it still
bothers me." Cindy reached out a hand and pulled Theresa to her.
Theresa was receptive but distant.

"Okay, love. What is it about it that bothers you?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, come on. Think about it. Would you care if we kissed?"

Theresa thought about it for a moment and replied, "Well, no. I guess
not."

"So would it bother you if he touched these?" Cindy said as she drew
Theresa's hands to her breasts.

Theresa felt the soft skin under her fingers and the firmness beneath
and replied, "Well, no. I guess not." Cindy got a mischievous look in
her eye. Theresa wasn't quite fast enough to stop her.

"How 'bout if he did this?" she said as she tickled Theresa's sides.

"NO!" Theresa giggled, pushing her hands away. "In fact I'd rather he
did that to you than me!"

"So, has his *thing* got a warranty on it? It wears out if he uses it
too much." Theresa giggled.

"No. Of course not. In fact it seems to work better the more he uses
it," she concluded absently.

"So you're afraid that *mine* will wear out then?"

Again Theresa giggled, but added softly, "No... no more than mine."

"So what's the problem then?" Cindy asked softly.

"I.... I don't know... maybe there isn't one. It just takes some
getting used to the idea."

"Take your time, love. I'm in no hurry," Cindy said, pulling her friend
into a soft kiss. Theresa melted into it and abandoned herself. The
next morning John awoke them early. He was wearing a white beard.

"Merry Christmas!" he hollered.

"What, What?" Cindy asked groggily.

"Christmas?" Theresa asked confused.

"Don't you two even know what day it is?" John laughed. The two girls
pulled on their shorts and John tugged them by the hands.

"Just a minute, I've *got* to go!" Theresa protested.

"Me too!" Cindy said, breaking away.

"Well, 'make 'er snappy!" John barked, laughing. The two girls ran to
the bathroom. Theresa beat Cindy who danced around till she was done.
Both relieved, they headed up the elevator with John. John had things
all laid out all around a small tree. There was way too much to fit
under it. Each girl got her own top of the line computer. There were
clothes for everybody. There were aerobics machines and a tread mill
and a complete weight machine.

The girls abandoned themselves to trying on clothes. Stripping off
their shorts and pulling on outfit after outfit. Oblivious to John's
presence. There was sexy lingerie for each of them, and dresses and
pants suits. There were complete spandex jump suits. The girls went
nuts over them. When they opened the packages with the snowmobile suits
in them though they looked up confused. John giggled. He had them put
on skirts and sweaters over their jumpsuits and then put on the
snowmobile suits. Next he pulled out boxes with cold weather boots,
stockings, gloves and goggles. The girls protested but John was
insistent. He donned his own clothes and cold wear. Then led them
outside.

Squinting in the bright sun reflected off the pearl snow, the girls
noticed that there were *three* snowmobiles lined up in a row. The
girls jumped up and down and kissed John on the cheek. John climbed on
each and started it. He showed the girls how to work the controls.
After a few practice turns around close to the Silo, John led them out
the gate and down the snow covered road. They each wore a helmet. The
girls discovered the purpose of the wire leading from them when John's
voice sounded in their ears. He made the error of telling them how to
work the controls to talk. He hardly had a silent moment all the way
down the road.

As they approached the paved road there were some short dirt berms
through which the silo road switch backed. Just out of sight from the
main road there was a small shed structure that was new. No snow clung
to it. A combination lock on the door opened to John's first attempt.

"What the hell is this? This wasn't here."

"Had it built."

"When?"

"Last week."

"How?"

"By phone."

"But how? I thought you just owned the land around the silo."

"Bought the land. Found out there was a small lot here that some guy
owned. Made him an offer he didn't refuse."

"But why?" John grinned as he opened the door. Inside was a twin
Landcruiser to the one back at the Silo.

"So we can go to town... for lunch."

"But it's Christmas! Everything will be closed."

"Not everything. Come on. After I pull out, pull in your snowmobiles."
The girls complied. Theresa jumped off hers and onto John's and pulled
it in as well. They left their helmets and snowmobile outfits in the
shed in a wardrobe. The girls found fancy winter coats inside. There
was one for John as well as dress boots for each of them.

"How the hell did you get our sizes?" Cindy mumbled, pulling on her
boots.

"That was the tough part. Had to measure your footprints after you got
out of the pool before they dried."

"You sneaky, lovable jerk!" Theresa exclaimed. She threw her arms
around him and gave him a giant kiss. She didn't bat an eye when Cindy
did the same. John locked up and they headed into town. Along the way
they listened to a multi-disc CD player loaded with the latest music.
John tolerated it, the girls loved it.

He explained just before they got to town, "Now behave yourselves.
These people think that I'm showing up with my *daughters*."

"*Daughters*?" Cindy asked.

"Oh thank you Daddy, will you spank me later? I've been *so bad*!"
Theresa mocked.

"Yes you have, not a bad idea! But no joking around these folks. Unless
you want to get sent back home." Both girls sobered and nodded. They
drove up to a deserted restaurant. John knocked on the door and a
moment later it opened.

"You John?"

"Yup."

"Come on in. Nice looking kids," the older man said.

"Yeah, they keep me busy."

"I can imagine," the man said knowingly. "Well, your lunch is just
about ready, glad you're prompt. I've got a family of my own to get
back to."

"Well, we won't keep you long."

"Oh, stay as long as you want. You paid me well enough... can't figure
out why though."

"We don't get to town very often," John concluded. The man seated them
at the only table that was set up. Warm bread, breadsticks and dip
waited them. Shortly afterwards steaming coffee and hot chocolate were
brought to the table. Afterwards Salads, spaghetti and linguine showed
up at just the right moment. The food was outstanding. Everybody ate
their fill and then some. The girls laughed and joked with each other
and John as they ate. Finally John ordered a Frangelico coffee. The
girls sipped Pepsi's while they waited for him. As they were about to
leave, the owner carried out a large cooler unit.

"This should keep things as well as possible for you till dinner. You
watch them claws!" the man said.

"Thanks," John said.

"No, thank you, Sir. You've made my Christmas for me."

"Thank you anyway. Merry Christmas to you." The girls wished the man
Merry Christmas as well. John carried the cooler out and put it in the
back of the second 'Cruiser. The girls regretfully climbed back in. The
man came running out and handed them a big bag full of hot French bread
and breadsticks. They thanked him again.

John took a drive around town just to show the girls that it really was
closed down for the day. It wasn't that big of a town anyway. The girls
noted a few shops they would have liked to investigate. Finally they
headed back out of town. On the way back Theresa sat up front and Cindy
in back just behind John. Theresa's hand rested on his collar like
their first trip to town. She reached back and intertwined her fingers
with Cindy's. She smiled at her and nodded. Cindy grinned fiercely and
nodded back. John never had a clue as to what had just transpired.

When they got back to the dirt road, John opened up the shed and
started the machines. With the girls help he backed them out of the
shed and then parked the second 'Cruiser. They changed back into their
winter togs and John loaded the cooler on the back of his machine and
tied it down. Theresa found a cargo net and insisted on taking the sack
the man had brought out to them. John lowered the temperature controls
in the shack so that the 'Cruiser wouldn't freeze, but that was all the
heat that would be needed. A dipstick heater supplemented it as well as
a trickle charger for the battery. They started back to the silo.

John kept to the outgoing trail, as he had the cooler on his machine,
but Cindy and Theresa began to test their new skills and jumped
hillocks and drifts of snow. John cautioned them against getting too
rowdy, as it was still a long way back, but they mostly ignored him and
he let them have their fun. Cindy did a flip over the windscreen and
buried herself and her machine in a deep snowdrift, it brought them to
their senses. John and Theresa dug her and her machine out and they
traveled the rest of the way back without incident.

They unloaded and put the snowmobiles away. John hauled the cooler to
the kitchen. He wouldn't let the girls in, telling them to go take a
swim. They shivered and instead hauled their clothes to their
respective rooms. John called them for dinner in a half hour. The girls
discovered the contents of the cooler. Prime rib roast, now heated to
perfection and lobsters just coming out of the pot. Theresa sliced and
heated some fresh bread and John pulled out several bottles of Wine.

Dinner was outstanding. Both girls had stripped down to their
jumpsuits. The zippers were low, leaving their assets half covered.
Theresa and John showed Cindy how to drink wine. They all got a little
tipsy. John insisted on cleaning up, chasing the girls off to the hot
tub. Theresa gave him a big hug and deep kiss before backing off. Cindy
followed suit. Theresa watched with *apparent* detachment. They went
off hand in hand as John cleaned up. He found them in the hot tub,
kissing.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

Theresa looked exasperated and said, "I'll be pissed off if you don't!"
John shrugged and stripped off his clothes. He climbed into the tub and
Theresa moved into his arms. She kissed him deeply and then reached out
her arm to Cindy.

Cindy asked, "You sure?" Theresa nodded and got *that* exasperated look
once more. Cindy shrugged and moved into the circle of her and John's
arms. Theresa kissed her deeply and then John once more. Then she
pulled back and kind of pushed the two of them together. She only
trembled a bit as they kissed deeply, but briefly. Afterwards things
seemed to loosen up a bit. Theresa moved behind Cindy and rubbed her
body against her backside as she reached around to cup her breasts.

John moved in on the front side. His growing erection slid between
Cindy's legs as they kissed. Theresa lowered herself and moved between
them. She moved back and forth between the two of them administering
well placed licks. When John (and Cindy) were well prepared she guided
him into her. Their union seemed to melt away any lingering trepidation
Theresa felt. She was suddenly all over both of them.

John moved up out of the tub and the two girls jointly licked him back
to readiness. Theresa moved to impale herself as John guided Cindy over
his head. The two girls were breast to breast and eye to eye when their
mutual orgasm sealed John's future fate. It was the first of many that
night. The three of them moved off to John's bed arm in arm, kissing
all the way. They didn't bother with towels, leaving tracks the whole
way. They fell arm in arm into the bed.

"What a fool I've been!" Theresa cried. John and Cindy didn't let her
get another word out as they moved to reassure her. They hardly got out
of bed except to eat over the next week. The girls dressed to the nines
for New Years Eve. The clothing didn't last long.
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Continued in chapters 11-15.

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