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Castle In The Sand [16-20]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 16

"Well, well, so this is where you two got off to," John heard. "If I
knew whom to be jealous of, I might be mad!"

Cindy lifted her head and said, "Oh Pooh! Get your ass over here so I
can kiss it!"

"I'd rather you started with my lips!" Theresa chuckled as she moved
into bed with them. John knew how dangerous the situation could be, so
he put his heart into helping Cindy attack Theresa. Their hands were
all over her. Theresa was overwhelmed by the attack. But she felt less
slighted as a result of it. She started to giggle as Cindy's fingers
played over her body. John's lips on her throat were almost enough to
convince her into staying. But she pulled back laughing.

"No, I'll start breakfast. You two are *much* too hungry. I'd better
feed you out of self defense. You two play while I make coffee." She
kissed the two of them quickly. Not quite quick enough as Cindy left a
purple hickey on one of her ass cheeks while she was kissing John. She
pulled away trying to look at her ass in the mirror.

"Damn, you're after my blood now! Marked for life! I don't know what
got into you two, but you can show me after breakfast!" Theresa half
giggled as she left the room. "Why don't you two rape each other or
something, but don't show up in the kitchen until I'm safe!" she called
back over her shoulder. John trotted to the bathroom. Cindy right
behind him. She caught his hand as he went to leave as she plunked down
on the toilet. She held him as she urinated, pulling his hand to her
face and kissing his palm then pulling it down to her breasts. John
stood before her, not knowing what to do. Slightly embarrassed by the
situation. Bathroom privacy was something he had always honored around
the girls.

Cindy had her own thoughts on the matter. She pulled his hips forward
and sucked his member into her warm mouth. The surprise of the attack
and the slight edge of the forbidden took him without warning and his
member grew quickly. Cindy took a free hand and grasped a wad of paper
to dab at herself. Then she moved off the toilet, still holding John in
her mouth. Her hand moved back to flush and she moved back against the
sink. Lifting her legs to either side of him, using her heels to pull
him forward. She guided him with her hands to the opening of her vagina
and pulled him forward into her. Moaning in pleasure as he entered her
tight vagina. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like
she had never kissed him before. Somehow driving her tongue deeper into
his mouth as her legs clamped around his hips.

John was taken aback by the sudden onslaught. Not knowing what to do,
he began to move himself inside the young girl. Slowly at first to lube
himself on her juices, which were in abundance. She was hot and ready.
She started to bounce ferociously on his hips. Driving his half dry
member into her. Loving every painful stroke. John got an idea and
moved around to open the shower door. He reached in and somehow
adjusted the water with this lithe girl bouncing in a frenzy on his
hips. He walked her back into the warm spray. Her lips locked upon his.
Her fingers clawing at his back as he moved her against the cold shower
wall. He drove into her as her body felt the mixed sting of hot water
and the cold of the tile on her back. John got an idea and cupped her
ass cheeks in his hands. The tips of his fingers playing over her
tender anus, washing it as he moved. She went crazier. Screaming in his
ear as her body convulsed against the wall.

John lowered her to the floor. Holding her upon her feet as her legs
hardly seemed worthy of the task. He moved behind her and bent her
over. Again stroking into her vagina as the water splashed over the
back of her head and down over her body. John stroked another dozen
strokes to insure he got enough of her juices on himself and then he
pulled her back out of the stream. Spreading her ass cheeks as he moved
back. She instantly understood and moved her hips back into his. He
positioned the head of his unit against her now tender but yearning
anus. He had to fight her movements to keep her from forcing him in too
quickly. Even so it was too dry.

Against his better judgment John moved his penis back into her vagina
to pick up more lube. The effect was not lost on Cindy as she began to
buck wildly in front of him. Once again John pushed against her anus
and this time she moved back a little too suddenly. She screamed in
mixed pain and pleasure and she rammed back upon him. John grabbed her
hips and held her firm to him until she got used to it. He stood her up
and grabbed her tits with one hand while the other found her clitoris.

Cindy was crying in between her frenzied gasps. Tears ran freely down
her cheeks and mingled with the shower water. Slowly a feeling of
warmth and fulfillment came over her. Never had she known the feelings
of passion and pleasure she felt at that moment. When John felt her
relax he began to slowly move within her. Furiously rubbing her
clitoris and pinching her nipples to distract her from the pain. He
kissed her on the neck and her body shuddered back against him. She
twisted her head around and he kissed her deeply over her shoulder.

Now they began to move together in unison. The fiery poker of his penis
all that Cindy wanted to feel. The touch of his hands upon her body.
The feel of his tongue sliding around hers. John kept the movement slow
and rhythmic. Kept them out of the stream of water lest they wash away
the precious natural lubrication. Cindy felt something growing inside
her like she had never felt before. Not like the night before when it
had been a hot driving passion that had driven her to abuse herself.
This was a soft tingling feeling that encompassed her whole being. A
warm sort of numbness flowed out over her whole body.

John thought he could gauge where Cindy was at, although he was now
into an area where he himself had no experience. Driven by instinct
which told him to move slowly and let his passion grow along with
Cindy's. Feeling the warmth of her body sliding over his member.
Feeling her lithe body under his fingertips. Her young tongue searching
within his mouth. They moved together slowly to the biggest (and yet
not somehow) orgasm either had ever experienced. They had entered a
world of pure, gentle passion that was beyond ether's realm of
experience.

When John's orgasm hit it was a slow, welling up burning that consumed
his whole being. Cindy moaned with delighted pleasure as her whole body
became one big goose bump. Something exploded within the two of them.
John's semen like liquid fire within her, almost burning her and yet
warming her soul like nothing ever had. Somehow they separated and
moved together into the stream of water. Sometime later they became
aware that they were washing each other's bodies. Rubbing together and
languishing in the feel of each others skin as the slid against each
other. They shared a deep, soft kiss that seemed to last a week. Then
they washed each others hair and rinsed off. Kissing once more tenderly
as they left the spray for the warmth of dry towels. Somehow they
managed to dry each other off. Not a word was spoken from the time they
had entered the bathroom. Now they moved off to find what little
clothing they needed to stave off the chill of the moisture evaporating
from their satiated bodies.

John had to go down to the master bedroom for a terry jumpsuit. Cindy
still had clothes in the guest room. Cindy encountered John in the
elevator on the way to the kitchen. She pulled him gently to her and
kissed him softly. She pulled back and their eye's shared a look
neither really understood. All they knew was that something significant
had happened. Each in their way knew that they should seldom let it
happen again. It was too intense. The feelings way too much to handle
verbally. John nodded to her and they shared another soft kiss. Then
the door opened and they moved off to join Theresa in the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 17

Theresa looked up at the two of them as they entered. She looked back
to the French toast, and then suddenly jerked her gaze back to the two
of them. Something was different. She looked long and hard trying to
pin it down. Neither seemed to be paying any particular attention to
the other. But there was some undefined .... *power* between them.
Theresa felt a wave of jealousy and a pang of loneliness at being left
out of whatever it was.

John came over and kissed her tenderly on the neck.... too tenderly.
His arms encircled her waist and pulled her back against him. He hugged
her to him and moved off, kissing her once more as he pulled back. Next
came Cindy who didn't fool around about pulling her into a full body
hug. Her lips descending upon hers tenderly... too tenderly. Part of
Theresa's loneliness faded, but part of her psyche heard the scream of
alarm bells. Whatever it was, they both seemed to be willing to share
it with her. But neither seemed anxious to tell her what had transpired
between them.

Cindy pulled back a bit and whispered, "I love you," in her ear.
Theresa was startled. They had each carelessly tossed "Luv ya's" at
each other in the past. But this was the first time Cindy had ever said
it so clearly... or so seriously. The clanging of alarms got louder
within Theresa. All she could do was nod and accept the lips that
kissed her too tenderly before she could speak. Her body was quivering
with desire and fright when Cindy finally moved off.

"So what's for breakfast?" Cindy queried absently looking at the French
toast. Theresa stood there a moment dumbfounded.

"What the fuck happened to you two?" was all she could say.

John looked up from his coffee, "Why? What do you mean?" Cindy just
looked at her puzzled. Theresa didn't know whether to cry or scream.
She stammered a bit and then calmed herself down.

Composing her thoughts she said, "Well, let's see. About forty-five
minutes ago I awoke *alone* in bed. You two were nowhere in sight. I
found the two of you snuggled in the guest room. When I woke you the
two of you seemed hell bent on sucking my blood. Now forty minutes
later you both come out like two dweebed out zombies and touch me as
softly as a piece of crystal that would break. That's what I mean what
the fuck happened to you two!"

"Oh... Well, last night after you went to sleep I got to feeling
frisky. Rather than disturb you we used the guest room," Cindy said
absently. Her eye's flicking to John for support. Theresa noted the eye
movement and turned to John.

He shrugged and said, "And you told us not to enter the kitchen until
you were safe. So Cindy and I made love in the shower. I thought that's
what you meant when you told us to *rape* each other," he concluded
wryly. Theresa looked back and forth between them. Half knowing they
were telling the truth... and completely knowing that it wasn't the
whole truth. Finally she shrugged and turned back to the French toast.

Cindy poured herself a cup of coffee and began moving things to the
table. Theresa was half way to crying, but she didn't understand why.
All she knew was that something had transpired between John and Cindy.
Something important. Something that didn't include her. There was an
uneasy silence as they ate.

"I think I'll see if the snow has cleared enough to roll back the
solarium," Cindy said absently.

"I think I'll take a swim myself," John said. "Wanna join me?" he asked
Theresa. She looked startled... but dropped her eyes and nodded. Just
what the hell was going on? she asked herself. They all helped with the
clean up and then Cindy moved off to the solarium. John grabbed a
carafe of coffee and a mug, queried Theresa with his eyes to see if she
wanted a cup. She shook her head but tagged along behind him down to
the pool.

Once there he poured himself a half a cup and took a sip. Then setting
the carafe and his mug down he turned to Theresa. She stood there not
having the vaguest idea of what she was doing or why. John unzipped his
jumper and stepped slowly out of it, like he was stripping for her,
then he moved to her.

Theresa trembled as his hands moved around her. He pulled her to him
and kissed her tenderly... again too tenderly. John could feel her
quivering and deepened the kiss. His hands felt her body through the
soft material of her clothes and then stripped off her tank top and
terry shorts. She stood naked and shivering against him as he kissed
her. It seemed right to her... and yet not. Like he was afraid he'd
break her. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and John kissed
at them. Next thing she knew she was sobbing against his chest.

"Hey, easy girl. No need for that!" he tried to comfort her. He walked
her back to a lounge chair and sat down with her on his lap. Theresa
continued her sobbing. John didn't know why she was sobbing, but knew
enough to keep caressing her. As he did so he continued to kiss at her
tears. When his mouth found hers she was suddenly hungry for it.

In moments their passion rose. Theresa was tearing at his back with her
nails. She hadn't noticed the welts on it from Cindy's earlier attack.
John responded the best he could to her passion. Returning it measure
for measure. Sensing this was no time for tender foreplay, he entered
her roughly. It was the exact thing that Theresa wanted at the time.
Theresa feeling half relief, half fear, desiring nothing but his
manhood inside her. When her climax came, it was hard and wild. She
bucked about with abandon as her body convulsed beyond her control. She
felt John's inert seed enter her, and she lost all thought.

She slowly came back to find herself once more upon his lap. He was
caressing her softly. She lifted her head to him and he kissed her
tenderly. Now just the right degree of tenderness. While he kissed her
he lifted her in his arms as he stood and moved to the edge of the
pool. He stepped off the edge without lifting his head from the kiss.
The warm water enveloped them and they broke the surface, still
kissing.

John kicked back and Theresa naturally extended her body against his as
they treaded water, still kissing. John slowly swimming backwards until
he bumped into a floating lounge chair. He pulled himself up into it
and pulled Theresa into his lap once more. She snuggled against him and
they floated that way for a long time without speaking. The warm water
lapping at them as they caressed each other. When he was firm enough
she shifted her position and they moved slowly to an open eye, face to
face orgasm. Theresa collapsed against him and they floated together
for a whole hour with him still within her. Her snuggled to his chest.
Finally she kissed him softly and slid off his lap. Swimming to the
edge of the pool, she pulled herself out.

John watched her lithe body as she pulled herself out and dried off.
Then he swam to the edge and pulled himself out. She moved to him with
a towel and he pulled her into a wet embrace. She giggled but moved the
towel to dry him as he kissed her. When she pulled back, she smiled at
him. Everything was right with the world she thought... at least with
John.

John renewed his coffee, frowned at the now cold liquid and pulled on
his jumper. He reached for Theresa once more, but she giggled and moved
off after giving him a quick peck. John shrugged and headed for the Com
room to check his E-mail, by way of the Microwave in the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 18

Theresa squinted into the solarium. Her friend was nude upon her
stomach as the sun warmed her shapely backside. She was lying on a
double wide chaise, a little to one side. The shapely bulges of her
breasts peeking out from beneath her. The sun felt good as Theresa once
again stripped off her scant outfit. She stood nude in the warming rays
admiring her friend's backside. Cindy stirred a bit and squinted up at
her. She smiled at the sight of the lithe nude blonde above her and
patted the chaise next to her.

"Rub some oil on my back?" Cindy queried.

"Just what I had in mind," Theresa said playfully.

"Yeah, I'll bet that's all you had in mind, my darling little minx,"
Cindy murmured good naturedly

"Do you object?"

"Looking forward to it, lover." The word caught Theresa off guard. She
didn't know why. She *was* Cindy's *Lover*. Why should the statement
bother her? She didn't know. But somehow the statement pleased her. She
knelt on the chaise and squirted way too much lotion onto her hands.
She was looking forward to working it into Cindy's soft skin. She felt
a wave of desire as she reached out and began to rub the lotion onto
her friend. At first she covered Cindy's back, then her legs. Finally
where she wanted to rub in the first place, over the soft smooth mounds
of Cindy's ass. She felt the passion rising within her as the soft
flesh yielded under her gentle touch. Her fingers dipping between the
cheeks and Cindy winced a bit.

"Careful there dear, I'm a bit tender there right now."

"Why's that?" Theresa asked absently.

"'Cause that delightful man of *ours* reamed me real good this
morning," Cindy replied tentatively.

"Back there? Did you want him to?" Theresa asked in surprise.

"God yes, back there! It was incredible. And yes, I wanted him to!"

"Why? Did you really like it? Is that why you were so strange at
breakfast?" Cindy chuckled, then sat up.

"My turn! I mean your turn!" she said devilishly. Theresa moved to lay
face down, but Cindy caught her half way and kissed her deeply. Her
hands found Theresa's breasts and caressed them as they kissed.
Afterwards Cindy pushed her down onto her stomach and squirted cool oil
all over her back and between her ass cheeks. Theresa giggled as Cindy
began to work the oil into her skin. It probably needed it after the
long soak she had had with John. She pictured herself looking like a
prune. Cindy saw a different picture and she rubbed her hands over the
tight blonde's soft skin. So perfect she thought, admiring Theresa's
backside. Her hands freely explored the young blonde's body as she
worked the oil into the skin. Then she indulged herself as Theresa had
as she rubbed the oil over her soft ass cheeks. Her fingers moved along
between the girl's legs and up against her vulva. Theresa moaned softly
in pleasure.

Cindy kept delving deeper with one hand between the blonde's legs while
her other hand explored the crack of her ass. The slick finger tip
sliding gently over her anus, teasing it. Rather than a direct frontal
assault upon the blonde's tender backside, instead Cindy squirted oil
upon her large breasts and knelt down and began to rub them all over
the girl's back, paying particular attention to her buns, but rubbing
essentially her whole body with her front side.

Theresa moaned with delight over the sensual massage. She could feel
Cindy's hard nipples surrounded by her large soft breasts sliding up
and down her backside. Now Cindy added her fingertips to caress the
blonde's sides. Adding a tongue sliding down her neck and behind an
ear. Theresa was becoming more aroused by the moment. To feel the firm
brunette's body sliding sensually over her body. Every so often a slick
hand would slide beneath her and over her nipples or between her legs.
Just as often it would slide over her vulva or tease her anus. Theresa
found herself desiring to be touched there more and more.

She didn't fight it when Cindy rolled her over onto her back. She
suddenly felt oil squirted over her breasts and down her abdomen then
between her legs. Cindy first spread the oil with her fingers and then
lay atop her and began to squirm against her. Caressing her whole body
with her own. Their lips met and their passion grew. Cindy's large firm
nipples sliding sensually over Theresa's, now as hard in response. Her
tongue began to explore Theresa's ears and neck. Sliding down over her
nipples and back and forth sensually across her stomach.

She knew how to sneak up on her prey, just like John did. Her tongue
tracing the line from her hip bones down the natural crevice and around
her clitoris. The tongue explored seemingly at random, slowly zeroing
in on her love button. All the while Cindy's fingertips were exploring
the rest of her body, tweaking her nipples or sliding under her ass to
tease her tender anus. Without Theresa being aware of it Cindy had
zeroed in not only on her clitoris with her tongue, but upon her anus
with her fingertips. Her one hand moving back and forth between
Theresa's nipples.

Cindy guided Theresa's hands to her own nipples. Which freed her hand
up to explore the rest of her body. It slipped between her labia lips
and a finger began to explore inside her. Knowing instinctively how to
rub and turn and twist to find and caress Theresa's G-spot. Cindy's
tongue found Theresa's clitoris in earnest as her fingertips began
probing inwards on her anus.

Everything felt like a natural progression in their lovemaking. Theresa
hardly noticed when a finger snaked inside her tender orifice. It
seemed a natural thing. Her mind awash with the passion of the assault
upon her tender body. Her hips writhing in response to Cindy's
attentions. Her anus opening to the further assault of an additional
finger, then another. Cindy's other finger tweaking her G-spot as her
tongue lashed rhythmically at her clitoris.

Theresa was now gasping for every lung full of air. Never had she known
this deep an assault from her lover. Had she thought of it, never
before had Cindy done any more than just a cursory probe of her
backside with a little finger. Now her fingers were deep inside both
her pussy and her anus. Theresa was consumed with what Cindy was doing
to her. She was totally abandoned to whatever her lover wanted to do to
her.

Cindy knew exactly what she was doing to the young blonde. She sensed
every quivering muscle in the girl's body. She could feel the tension
of orgasm quickly building. Too soon. She backed off slightly from each
of her probes until she held her friend right on the very precipice of
orgasm. She kept her there until Theresa was begging for release. Cindy
held her there with her tongue and the fingers in her backside as she
withdrew the fingers from inside her. She used them to bracket and peel
back the skin over the clitoris so she would have the most control. She
snaked a little finger back into the tight vagina as a reference for
the blonde's muscle tension. She brought Theresa to the edge again and
again, holding her there mercilessly.

Tears streamed down Theresa's cheeks. Her whole body burned for
release. She didn't understand what Cindy was doing to her. Never
before had she tortured her so. Every nerve in her body was alive and
tingling. Every single one screaming for release. Now Cindy carefully
increased her attention upon Theresa's tender anus. She wouldn't know
what had happened to her. But the body wracking orgasm when it came
would be centered not upon her clitoris or vagina, but rather upon her
tender anus.

Theresa felt random nerves firing all over her body. This was not like
any orgasm she had experienced before. Random goose bumps ran in waves
over her body. Her lungs gasped for every wheezing breath. She felt
herself building to the most massive orgasm of her life, yet it felt
like no other. She couldn't pin down what the difference was, but she
liked it. When it came it was like a hot poker had been crammed up her
backside. Her body convulsed as one tight muscle. Her mind awash in
ecstasy.

At that instant Cindy dove in and bit upon her clitoris. Three fingers
left and reentered Theresa's backside again and again. The scream from
Theresa's lungs like that of a tortured animal. The firm young blonde's
hips rose off the chaise high in the air. Cindy crammed all three
fingers in as deep as they would go and wiggled them. Then all hell
broke loose in Theresa's body. Her ass was on fire. Her body convulsed
again and again. She wanted nothing more than whatever Cindy was doing
to her. It consumed her mind and body. Suddenly the fingers were gone,
the tongue was gone.... and Theresa was gone.

A soft white light seemed to surround her. Her body was floating.
Random convulsions ran over her abdomen. Goose bumps came and went. She
shivered in the warm sun. She snuggled to the lithe body now caressing
her back and sides. She felt tender lips upon her neck an then her
lips. Slowly Theresa responded to the movements. A tongue slid over
hers and she tried to chase it, only to have it touch elsewhere on her
body. Fingertips touched her there, and there and there... Warm skin
against hers. Nipples against hers. All felt perfect, all just a part
of the limbo she floated in. Her own fingers searched the softness and
found the warmth they sought. Her tongue sought out and found another.
She moved her nipples around and found the hardness of others. Her
fingers found a warm sticky place and began to explore it.

Finding the spot her mind told her was right, she began to rub it in a
manner she knew was right. She moved over the object beneath her and
caressed it with her body. Her tongue found spots her mind sent it to
hunt for and tasted them in a manner she knew was right. A rich womanly
aroma filled her nostrils and she followed it in abandon. Then a rich
nectar of love was upon her tongue. Just then a matching fiery probe
found her own nectar.

Each movement of her fingers was mirrored upon her body. Each flick of
the tongue an assault upon her own womanhood. She abandoned herself to
pleasing herself. When the next wave hit she lost all feeling and
thought for a long time. Slowly Theresa became aware. The sun was warm
upon her body. There was a warm soft leg draped over her and a soft
warm body snuggled to her side. Eventually her mind identified it as
her lover... and all was right with the world..... She slept a
contented sleep.

Lips were upon hers. A voice was speaking tender words in her ears.
Theresa opened her eyes into the eyes of her lover. Lips met hers once
more, soft and tender, like they should be. And then the words began to
take meaning.

She slowly sat up and said, "Yes, I'm starving!"

Cindy chuckled and said, "Welcome back, lover. Have a nice trip?"

"Um.... delightful. ...... What the hell did you do to me?" Theresa's
eyes came wide open in question. The lithe nude brunette before her
just chuckled and kissed her tenderly. As she had that morning. Theresa
thought ... and then it all made sense... sort of. Cindy chuckled and
stuffed a part of a sandwich into Theresa's gaping mouth and handed her
a Pepsi. Theresa nodded her thanks as she began chewing.

"I suggest you shower part of all that oil off before you slide away.
I'm headed there now if you'd like to join me." Theresa nodded her
accent and continued chewing as Cindy moved her tight body away from
her draping a towel over her shoulder. The oil glistening off her tight
backside as her dark hair cascaded down her perfect back.

It took another few minutes of chewing and sipping at her soda before
Theresa smiled and headed after her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 19

Cindy welcomed her into her arms when Theresa stepped into the shower.
The shower was a mixture of tender kisses, caresses and a soapy,
sensual squirming together. Theresa luxuriating in the feeling when
Cindy washed her hair. Her head tipped back between Cindy's breasts.
They finally dried each other off and then by unspoken mutual consent,
donned their Spandex jump suits. Cindy never did explain what she had
done to her. It didn't matter. She was her lover.

The girls found John just finishing up his business in the Com room.
They each tenderly kissed him and then moved to their own machines to
check their stocks. Later they snuggled together and watched a movie
off the satellite. John volunteered to cook pizza and the girls sort of
melted together after he left. Nothing serious. Just enjoying the
closeness of each other. John returned with a huge combo pizza, a bag
of plastic plates and napkins and a small cooler of soda's. Just then a
great old movie came on and the three of them lounged and ate pizza
while they enjoyed each others closeness. Each kissing each other from
time to time or caressing a lock of hair or feeling a breast.

Somehow the time passed. They noticed it was now late evening and they
all headed arm in arm towards the bedroom. They seemed to undress for
each other by mutual consent. They made soft, tender love to one
another and then caressed each other to sleep. Theresa had never known
such happiness before in her life. She was no longer worried. She had
two lovers who loved her completely. She loved them with all her being.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face. Cindy grinned and
told her to snuggle while she made breakfast. She gave her a quick peck
on the lips and moved off. Theresa snuggled to her man as she watched
her woman snake into some terry shorts and a tank top, then head for
the kitchen. All was right with the world. She turned to gently kiss
her man awake.

Slowly over a week's time Cindy related the story of the extra probes
on John's machine. Theresa didn't feel the least bit threatened when
she consented to the additional probing. After Cindy's prepping,
Theresa responded much as Cindy had, almost hurting herself in her
abandon. The second wave of passion the morning after, followed by the
feeling that it was all *too* much. Within a few days their lovemaking
was pretty much back to normal. Anal intercourse forgotten by unspoken
mutual agreement, but a new stronger bond of love between the three of
them.

The digitizer and casting table were forgotten for the moment. It was
several months before they came up again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 20

For the next few months life was roses. John was happy, Cindy was
happy, and Theresa was happy. Outside the snow was melting and the
ground was turning green. Now the roof was rolled back almost all the
time. The girls accompanied John on his surface forays just to get over
their growing cabin fever. He laid out sections of the property in
preparation for planting. Lots of corn and other vegetables. They made
a welcome trip into town for provisions and a small tractor for the
garden.

Driving lessons for the two girls and gray hairs for John. Not so bad
as if they were out on the road. They retrieved the second 'cruiser
from the storage shack and soon the two women could be seen cycling
back and forth down the dirt road as they practiced their driving
skills. Then more gray hairs on John's head as he got them each up to
speed out on the highway. He was a good teacher for all the worry it
brought him. His biggest worry was out on the highway. If they got
pulled over he was going to jail. Somehow they never encountered a
highway patrolman. A very lucky thing. Both girls then just sixteen.
With Cindy the eldest at just a few months older than Theresa.

They had a bit of a spat about the women getting their licenses. John
patiently explaining the law to the two of them. Then making them look
it up themselves when they wouldn't drop it. In the end the women
relented. Forcing themselves to be contented driving the thirty-two
miles of dirt road out and back. At least they got to drive. John made
their studies a condition of their driving practice, but at this point
either could have easily passed their GED's. John obtained some
advanced courses for them without telling them that they didn't need
them for their GED's. No harm in learning more than they needed and
giving them a head start on College.

In the mean time both girls were maturing drastically. Their bodies
filled out even sexier. The big surprise was when Theresa actually
passed Cindy in breast size. The girls' hips finished their spreading
and both of them, all things considered, turned into stunningly
beautiful young women. They were also turning out to have a bunch of
business savvy. Under John's tutelage their investments grew at an
awesome rate. Within a few years they would be financially secure
themselves. John actually dreaded that time. What would hold them when
they no longer needed his money? It would turn out to be the least of
his worries.

Spring passed on into summer. The women worked side by side with John
on the garden. Grudgingly wearing at least minimal clothing when they
were above ground level. They would strip down to nothing almost the
instant they moved inside. John suggested that they hang shorts and
halters by the door, like he did his work gloves. They chuckled over
the idea, but eventually took him up on the idea. The rest of the time
indoors they lounged around in mostly nothing.

John bought them each sexy bikinis, but it was a hard task getting them
to wear them. Whenever they lay out in the solarium it was completely
nude. (The solarium was the only place John would let them go nude
while exposed to the sun.) As such their tans filled out... completely.
With just the hint of tan lines where they wore their work shorts and
halters. They quit their arguing with him the day the man from the BLM
showed up.

He drove to the gate, honked and waited. The women scrambled down the
stairs all excited and roused John out of his work room. Himself
wearing just shorts, T-shirt and sandals. He told the women to stay
close to the garden while he walked out to talk to him. He didn't open
the gate until he was all the way up to it.

"Howdy!" he called to the BLM man. Noticing the stenciling on the side
of the pickup.

"Howdy... and who might you be?" the BLM man asked suspiciously.

"John Stevens, I *own* this land. Who's asking?" John shot back.

"John Fisher, BLM. That's who."

"Hello John, what can I do for you?"

"Just a wondering, noticed a bit of rutting on the road. Don't get much
travel on these roads out here. Don't like to see erosion get a start."

"Well, not much chance of that, this being mostly *flat* land. But
since you mention it I've got a ninety-nine year right of way from the
government to use the road. I'm the only one that's got any business
out here so don't worry about it. Whenever the road starts to get too
bad I'll pay to have it graded."

"All thirty miles?"

"Yup."

"You have any idea how much that would cost?"

"Yup, the price of a grader and at least two weeks of my time."

"You'd do it yourself?"

"Maybe, if need be. What's all this about anyway?"

"Just curious like I said. Like to know what's going on in my
district... what are you doing out here anyway?"

"Gardening. For now."

"What kind of gardening?" he asked suspiciously.

"Vegetables. For eating."

"What about the silo?"

"What about it?"

"What you doing with it?"

"Not much, the sucker leaks like a sieve. Got a dandy well for my
garden though, if I needed it. Got enough water in that damn hole to
water a golf course if I had a mind to. Got shafted real good by the
guys who sold me the property."

"Yeah, talked to them a while back. They're the ones who got me
wondering what you're doing out here. Thought I saw them two kids go
down into the silo to get you."

"The top floor is above water table, hung a few floors in the walls
before the water rose up last winter. Flooded out two months hard
work."

"Who are those kids anyway?"

"Just my nieces. Their mom sent them out to work for me for the summer.
Mostly they're a pain in the ass. Always bored and wanting to go to
town. I let them practice their driving up the dirt road and back. But
won't let them onto the highway till they get their licenses."

"I don't envy you."

"I don't envy me.... Listen, anything else you want to know?"

"Naw, I was just curious what was going on out here. Vegetables, you
say?" John sighed.

"Guess you'd better come take a look so I don't get the drug sniffing
dogs out here in the middle of the night."

"I didn't imply anything of the sort!"

"No, but you was thinking it. Come on. May as well walk." The BLM man
shrugged his shoulders and then followed John. The plants were all high
enough for him to identify as vegetables. He looked carefully down each
row. Much more carefully in the direction where the women were weeding.
His eyes popping wide out of his head as he strained not to look *too*
closely to their shapely bodies, their lithe forms quite clearly
defined in their halter tops and shorts.

"Tammy, Charlotte Ann, come over here and meet Mr. Fisher of the BLM,"
John called. The women wiped their hands on their butts and walked over
with as little interest as John hoped they would. When they got close
enough John said, "John Fisher, these are my nieces Tammy, the blonde
and Charlotte Ann." They looked at him suspiciously and shook his hand.
Now they were up close, Mr. BLM was fairly drooling.

Cindy turned to John and said, "Uncle John, it's hot out here. Can we
go get something cool to drink and maybe play Nintendo or something
till it cools off? Maybe take a swim?"

John jumped in, "I told you girls that water was too deep and cold!
You'll get a cramp and drown and your mother will never forgive me. I'd
end up dredging a hundred feet of water just to find your body. If
you're finished with your chores you can go in and cool off, but stay
away from the edge of the water!" Cindy kind of shrugged and headed off
with Theresa in tow, before she could speak.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for us to do!"
Theresa looked thoughtfully over her shoulder at the BLM man. And
thankfully followed Cindy down the stairs.

"Nice kids," the BLM man said, watching them the whole way.

"Pain in the ass to get any work outta," John said.

"Yeah, know what you mean. Probably hard on them out here in the middle
of nowhere."

"They can lump it through the summer. I take them into town every now
and then."

"Don't envy you, having to *watch* them two." John just looked at him
in mock disgust.

"Nothing wrong with them a little bible learning and hard work wouldn't
cure," John said. (Having no idea how prophetic his words could be.) At
the mention of the bible the BLM man turned and started back to his
truck.

"Guess you're all right out here. Let me know if I can do anything for
you... and keep an eye on that road erosion."

"Yeah.... fix it myself if I have to."

"Might check out the price of a grader before you get any ideas about
that."

"Might do that. Thanks." John walked him back to the gate and watched
him drive off before he triggered the control to shut it. He casually
walked back to the silo before he walked inside and fired up the road
sensors; Which placed the BLM truck just over the nearest hill. John
grinned to himself as he rounded up the women and explained the
situation. He kissed each of them in thanks before he herded them
outside, barking unheard commands at them and pointing to different
unseen flaws in the garden. He climbed aboard his little tractor and
started to smooth out the roadway inside the compound.

John caught the flash of binoculars in the sun a while later and then
noticed the cloud of dust as the BLM man headed finally down the road.
He waited a bit and then went inside to verify his absence by the
sensors. He watched them for a long time, to be sure he didn't turn
back. Something told him that he hadn't seen the last of Mr. BLM. He
set about wiring the sensors into a computer interface. When he was
finished the computer would let him know if Mr. BLM got within ten
miles of the place. He could have made it farther. He next wired in a
bunch of the personnel sensors all around the silo property. When he
was done, nobody could get within miles of the place by ground without
John knowing about it. If anybody should touch the fence, all hell
would break loose. John tested it with sticks and rocks. Throwing hunks
of sagebrush up against it. Nothing gave any false triggers. One touch
of a human hand would set it off though. '*Nice hardware* the
government had spent his money on,' John thought.

The girls were kind of spooked by the whole thing. Theresa was silly
enough to ask why John had introduced them as his nieces Tammy and
Charlotte Ann? John looked at her in exasperation as Cindy rolled her
eyes.

"Well darlin', guess I could have introduced you as two runaways that I
keep around 'cause they're cute when they're nude and are real good at
sex for their ages..... " John mocked. Theresa blushed bright red.
Cindy busted out laughing.

"Look, sorry. But if he should choose to look, he will find I actually
*have* a step-brother who has two girls about your ages named Tammy and
Charlotte Ann. Real hellions last I saw of them, they both ought to
have juvi records by now. Come to think of it, it may have been a
mistake to name them. They both may be on the lam for who knows what by
now."

"Oh..." Theresa said, still blushing.

"Listen sweeties, I don't think we've seen the last of Mr. BLM. So when
the road sensors go off we're going to have to *look* like a hard
working family for the time being. In the meantime I'm gonna go over my
paperwork about the road. So go play and let me think," John said.

"But why did you try to give him the impression the silo was flooded?"
Theresa asked.

"Cindy, why don't you go explain capital gains, real property
appreciation and taxes to her while I work this out," John mused,
digging into his safe for the papers.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for usn to do!" Cindy
said with a smirk as she took Theresa by the hand and led her out. "My,
what a cute 'lil ass you're getting, gal!" she said, cupping it in her
hand as she rounded the corner. John spent the next few days reading
the fine print on his title and right of way lease. Several times the
sensors went off and when Mr. BLM's glasses flashed in the sun, all he
saw was the three of them working on the garden.

About the time it started getting old, John found what he needed; The
*government* was responsible for *all* road maintenance as a condition
of the lease. The lease was fully transferable by the government to
whomever held title to John's property. As long as it was duly noted
with all named agencies. John got on the phone with his lawyers to
verify that all parties had been duly notified. Yes, all parties
mentioned and a few more for good measure.

John got onto the phone with the regional BLM office. He identified
himself and read off a lease reference number. The regional director
got onto the phone and asked what he could do for John. John mentioned
as how a very nice Mr. John Fisher -BLM representative extraordinare-
had made a trip or two out to his place to tell him how he was worried
about the road condition and so John had looked into the price of a
grader -and golly it really was a lot-, but when he got to looking at
his right of way lease, he had found that according to paragraph such
and such of said lease agreement, wasn't the government responsible for
those *thirty-two miles* of road if they was really getting *so* bad?

Mr. Regional director could only stammer that he would look into the
situation and would let John know what he determined. John asked if he
wouldn't be nice enough to notify his Lawyers with such and such law
firm if there was any further question about the matter. Mr. Regional
director duly noted the name and promised he would take care of the
situation. Next time Mr. BLM drove past John's road he cringed
internally. No matter what kind of kinky funny stuff those people were
into it wasn't his business. He felt like he had been reamed by a
freight train!

The Regional director himself had him in his office for two solid hours
making it VERY clear that he should not set foot within ten miles of
that road. Let alone let his-self be seen by the current land owner,
lest he remind the current owner that the *government was, in fact,
responsible* for road maintenance, out of *his* budget, from which Mr.
Low level BLM man's salary was *also* derived.

When Mr. BLM had tried to defend his butt by bringing up funny goings
on and scantily clad nubiles, Mr. Regional Director had made it VERY
clear that he *didn't give a rat's ass if a devil worshipping puppy
lovers cult was growing poppies on the property and performing ritual
sacrifice of hamsters to appease the spirits*. When Mr. BLM had
persisted that the silo was made of the toughest concrete on the planet
and shouldn't have leaked *that* bad, Mr. Regional director had asked
him to estimate the approximate cost of maintenance over that
particular road.

"Oh, about seventy thousand dollars to run a grader over it once a year
and truck in needed gravel." Mr. Regional director had then presented
Mr. BLM with a like statistic relating to his salary along with
associated benefits, federal retirement plan etc. Now, Mr. *low* level
BLM representative, guess *exactly* where the money will come *from* if
it's needed to perform maintenance on *that* particular stretch of
road? Mr. BLM had finally gotten the point.

Mr. Regional Director decided he'd better cover his ass just in case.
He had drafted a letter to the law firm John had mentioned stating that
the road was not all that bad, but that the BLM would keep an eye on
it. Should the owner feel that the road needed service then he should
let the BLM know. He carefully miss-labeled the address by one zip
code. A phone call to a friend in the post office insured that the
letter would be intercepted. It was indeed and was returned marked
"*Party not at stated Address*". The letter was duly filed in the
folder with the local copy of the lease.

The Director then made an inquiry with a friend in the FBI. A quick
check of Mr. Stevens yielded that he did indeed have two nieces named
Tammy and Charlotte Ann... and that Mr. Stevens was VERY well financed.
Satisfied with the information and his actions, Mr. Regional Director
promptly forgot the matter.

Several weeks later John reclined in the Solarium, sunning himself.
Theresa came out and proceeded to strip off her shorts and halter. John
patted the chaise in front of him. Theresa smiled and moved to join
him. Laying back with her head on his chest. John enjoying the view
down between the young blonde's breasts. He moved his hands around to
gently cup them. Theresa moaned softly at his touch.

"You think this is safe?" she questioned.

"Quite. I think we've seen the last of Mr. BLM."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Oh.. I trust the bureaucratic way of thinking. See, I found that the
*Government* was actually responsible for maintenance of the road. I
made a phone call to the office of the regional director and made
mention of my discovery.... emphasizing my concern over Mr. BLM's
assertion that *I* was responsible for it. I would say that right now
the BLM's main plan is for me to forget all about the ruts in our road
and that Mr. BLM wishes that he never heard of this section of the
county."

"You really think so?"

"Yes... for no other reason than I also trust in human nature; Mr.
BLM's eyes near popped out of his head when he met you and Cindy. He
would have been back with his binoculars trying to catch a glimpse of
your tender bodies if he hadn't been scared off."

"Think you're smart, don't you!"

"Know so," John replied, softly running his fingers over Theresa's
nipples. They responded immediately and she turned her head to meet his
lips.
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Continued in chapters 21-25.

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