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Sunrise
Three naked bodies hit the water simultaneously and disappeared. A moment later,
three heads broke the surface screaming in unison Yow, it's cold! Their
traditional yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding the unseasonable heat of
Indian Summer, October was pushing the limits of the season for their favorite
swimming hole.
Why did I let you two talk me into this? yelled Jill, her teeth chattering,
mostly for effect.
Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. Who talked who into what?
Funny, said her brother Terry, I seem to remember saying No way in hell am I
going in that water, Indian Summer or no.
With a glance at each other, brother and sister began splashing their friend for
all they were worth. Jill gave back as good as she received, but she was
outnumbered four hands to two, and finally surrendered by diving under the
water. She surfaced near the bank and climbed out, saying Okay, I'm done.
The hell you are! Holly and Terry clambered out as fast as the water would let
them, and proceeded to chase the laughing Jill up and down the bank until they
outflanked her. Still giggling, Jill found herself taken by hands and feet and
swung ceremoniously back into the swimming hole. When she surfaced, the two
siblings were grappling, trying to throw each other in. Holly was victorious,
and no sooner had Terry hit the water then he was scrambling out again, friendly
vengeance on his face. But Holly was already jumping in, accepting the
inevitable. Spoil-sport, said Terry, making a face.
Oh, kiss and make up, you two, said Jill, and when they had, she added Am I
forgiven too?
Well, just this once, replied Holly, kissing her.
Only if you promise never, ever to do it again, said Terry, completing the
circle by kissing Jill. But this last kiss lasted rather longer than the first
two, and neither saw Holly's face as she turned away and climbed out.
It is cold, said Terry. Enough?
Enough, agreed Jill, and they joined Holly on the bank. The three stood
shivering, hugging themselves, though the setting sun was still hot.
I don't suppose... began one, That anyone thought to bring... continued another,
Towels? finished the third.
None of them had figured on swimming when planning an overnight camping trip in
October. Bathing suits were no problem; they probably wouldn't have brought them
even in July, as the trio had been skinny-dipping together since grammar school.
But the question of how to dry themselves hung in the air until Terry suggested
running around and let the wind do it. The motion passed for lack of a better
one, and they raced all through the trees around the swimming hole until they
dropped with exhaustion.
As they lay panting on the ground, Terry gazed at the two girls ( oops young
women he reminded himself) who had been his best friends since forever: Jill
with her blonde hair, her slender body whose secrets he had just recently begun
to know, and a face worth dying for; Holly with hair and eyes the same brown as
his own, her face so much plainer than Jill's, but to Terry no less beautiful,
her body comfortably plump, especially her breasts, those wonderful breasts that
a part of him longed to touch, even as the rest of him shied away from the
forbidden temptation. Terry was suddenly aware that he had an erection, and no
graceful way to hide it. Too late, the girls had already seen it. Oops, he said
sheepishly, blushing furiously.
Holly got up. I'll get the fire going, she said, and leave you two alone.
Terry and Jill watched Holly hurry away, and looked at each other uncomfortably.
That fall they had started college, choosing the same one more by coincidence
than by design. Knowing nobody else in their new environment, they had clung to
each other for support, and it was both a profound shock and the most natural
thing in the world when their intimate friendship of so many years blossomed
into romance. By the time they had been in school a month, they had given each
other their virginity.
But Holly, a year older, had entered a different college, and they couldn't all
be together as often as in high school. And when Jill and Terry became lovers,
though nobody said a word, Holly knew it. And that was when the trouble began.
We can't go on like this, said Jill as she sat beside Terry, their backs
against a tree.
I know. It's tearing her apart. He sighed. I wish we could make her understand.
It doesn't change anything between her and I, or her and you.
Well, I'm afraid it does.
Well, it shouldn't. They sat in silence for a while.
I love you both so much, said Terry, And I'd never do anything to hurt either of
you. Not if I knew it was going to.
I feel the same way. But now we know, don't we? I feel like I've betrayed her,
by taking you as... Your lover?
Yeah. Terry? Tears were filling Jill's eyes. Do you think we could... go
back to...
Just being friends? Terry nodded slowly. But I love making love with you. I
don't want to give that up.
Oh god, neither do I, but is it worth losing Holly? The tears were running down
her face now. She'll always be your sister, but I don't think I can stand to
lose her, and I am!
Terry took her in his arms and held her while her tears fell, and some of his
own as well. At last, when their sobs had ceased, he said Okay, Jill. What we
did was a wonderful thing, and I'll never regret it. But it was a mistake. Are
we still friends?
Oh, yes! Jill cried, and more tears fell. As they watched the sun disappear
behind the distant mountains, Terry remarked, with a catch in his throat, You
know, I feel like the sun is going down on our friendship.
It's not.
I know. But that's how I feel. They started back toward camp, close together
but not touching. I guess we better stick to the official sleeping
arrangements, huh?
It's ironic, Holly said to herself as she set about starting the fire. Jill
could have had any boy in high school goodness knows they were all chasing after
her. All except Terry. I guess that's why they've been such good friends,
because he never tried to put the make on her. Of course, she grinned at the
thought, He always figured he never had a chance with her anyway, with her being
so beautiful, and him with his face as plain as mine. Not ugly, mind you, but
nothing that would turn a girls head. She sighed sadly. How nice it must be to
be beautiful, to never have to go on diets, to always have everyone looking at
you, admiring you. She stopped in her tracks, the skillet she was carrying
forgotten. I'm jealous! Jealous of Jill's looks, and I've never been jealous of
her before. And I'm jealous of her romance with Terry. Thinking about the way
they looked at each other, Holly knew she had never felt that way about anybody.
At least, not about any of the boys I went out with. Certainly nobody's ever
felt that way about me. And when they look at each other like that, I feel so
left out, so alone, so superfluous. Brushing away a tear, she set the skillet to
heat on the fire and sat staring into the flames until Terry and Jill returned.
Dinner was a somber affair, with nobody speaking much. When all the food had
been eaten or put away or tossed into the woods for the scavengers, Jill spoke.
Holly, Terry and I have something to tell you. Holly forced a smile. You're
getting married?
There was an uncomfortable silence.
Not quite, said Terry. No, Jill and I have been talking, and we've decided Jill
and I thought that you I mean that we he looked helplessly at Jill.
What Terry's trying to say is that we've realized that we made a mistake.
A mistake?
All of us were happy together when we were just friends, and that's how we want
it to be again.
Holly said nothing, but looked from Jill to Terry and back again.
What she's trying to say, said Terry, Is that we realize how left out we've made
you feel, and we...
No! Holly interrupted, Don't do this because of me! You love each other, and I
can't I won't her words failed, and she burst into tears.
Of course we love each other, Jill said, putting her arm around her, We'll
always love each other. But we love you too, and to break up our friendship...
It's too high a price to pay just for sex. Terry's words left a bitter taste in
his mouth. It not just the sex, he thought.
But after the tears there were hugs and kisses (short ones between everyone
now), and when Terry and Holly brought out their dulcimers, it was just like old
times as they talked and laughed and sang the evening away. And when they sang
Julian of Norwich, the words seemed to have been written just for them:
Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the snow, Love, like the yellow
daffodil is lord of all I know. Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the winter
come and go, All shall be well again, I know. All shall be well, I'm telling
you, let the winter come and go, All shall be well again, I know.
I wish I had a face and a figure like yours, said Holly to Jill as they
made ready to sleep in the larger of the two tents, Terry having retired to
the smaller.
Whatever for?
Oh, don't give me that crap. Look at this face. Plain as cheap vanilla pudding.
Look at this body. Flab everywhere. My ass is too big. My boobs are too big.
Well, I think you have lovely boobs.
They're awful, they get in the way, I can't run without having them bounce like
basketballs. How would you like to carry around weights like these? Feel this.
Reaching into her nightgown, Holly bared a breast and held it up with her hand.
They did tend to sag when not supported by a bra, Jill observed, but not all
that much. Go ahead, feel this weight.
Jill reached out and let Holly's breast fill her hand, feeling its weight. She
shivered, and took her hand away. I still think they're lovely. Look at me, I'm
flat as a board. Which was not quite accurate, but the only use Jill had ever
found for a bra was for accentuating what little she had.
Wanna trade? said Holly, blushing.
Sure! said Jill, and she blushed too.
Well, thought Terry, Old Morpheus is definitely nowhere to be found in this
tent, and it doesn't look like he's going to come visiting any time soon. He sat
up and stared out of the tent. Guess I'll take a walk and see if the god of
sleep is lurking about in the woods.
As he wandered he thought about how strange life was, and how unfair. How odd
that of the few people he considered his best friends, one should be his sister,
when just about everyone else he knew considered their siblings, younger or
older, to be nuisances. Not that they never had fights, but whenever one of them
needed someone to celebrate with, or a shoulder to cry on, or a leg to pull, the
other had always been there. How odd that another best friend should be the most
sought-after girl in high school, when he wouldn't have dared even try to get
her to go out with him. But he had shared secrets with Jill that none of his
girlfriends had been privy to, and Jill in turn had trusted him with confidences
that only he and Holly had shared. And how unfair that when fate had joined him
and Jill closer than ever before, it had threatened to destroy the trio. It's
really ironic, he thought, That of all the women in the world that could be my
lover, the two I love most should be the least appropriate.
Terry was not the only one to be abandoned by Morpheus. Jill had been lying in
her sleeping bag, her thoughts not far removed from Terry's, seeking the gift of
unconsciousness that Holly had already received. Turning on her side, Jill gazed
at her friend as she lay half in and half out of her sleeping bag. Holly's
breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric of her nightgown like swells on the
Sea of Dreams, and Jill remembered the icy thrill she had felt when she had,
just for a moment, held one of them. She pushed the thought from her mind and
looked away, out into the night, but her eyes and thoughts returned to Holly, to
Holly's breasts. The longer Jill looked at Holly, the more she wanted to reach
out and touch her. And then Jill's hand began to move, and she scarcely breathed
as she let it reach slowly across the short distance between them. As it rose
with her breath, one soft mound filled Jill's trembling hand and a shiver of
excitement made Jill's entire body tingle. Carefully she caressed her friend,
fascinated by the liquid texture of the others flesh. When her fingers
encountered a little bump and felt it grow under their touch, and Jill shivered
again. Holly sighed, and Jill glanced up at her face.
Holly's eyes had opened.
As they stared at each other through that long frozen moment of time, Holly's
eyes showed only an intense awareness of Jill's presence, and Jill unable to
even think, let alone move, until at length Holly whispered, You really think
they're pretty?
Jill swallowed I think they're beautiful. I think you're beautiful. Jill felt
that she couldn't have broken Holly's gaze if her life depended on it. No, she
thought, I feel like my life depends on holding this gaze forever. Holly's face
seemed to grow until Jill couldn't see anything else, until all she could see
were Holly's brown eyes, full of uncertainty and trust, until at last she felt
their lips touch, and Jill's eyes finally closed as their kiss branded their
souls with an affirmation of their friendship and their love.
Nothing, Jill whispered, No one can change how I feel about you. Holly's only
reply was another kiss, but her eyes were full of tears. She looked down to
where Jill's hand still held her breast. Jill felt the blood rush to her face
and looked away, withdrawing her hand. But Holly took Jill's hand in hers and
held it, saying No, wait.
Jill waited.
Please Holly's whisper was almost inaudible. Please keep touching me?
Jill cupped Holly's trembling breast with her hand, squeezing it gently, and
kissed Holly once more. This time their lips parted, and the kiss took them
beyond mere friendship to an intimacy Holly had only dreamed of. This, thought
Holly, This is what they must feel. When their eyes met again, Jill saw
reflected in Holly's eyes her own uncertainty about what was happening, and her
aching need that it keep on happening. Then together, moving so slowly that
neither could be sure whether she was leading or following, they drew off their
nightgowns.
Now four hands touched four naked breasts, large and small, amid kisses and
hugs. And the kisses moved from lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from
arms to hands to fingers, and then to the breasts beneath the fingers. Gasps and
sighs were exchanged as lips discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers
tangled in brown hair and blonde. Jill's hand was the first to dare straying
between pair of thighs not her own, to find the hidden moistness there; a moment
later she felt Holly's palm press against her own mound. Sighs gave way to moans
as two friends shared new secrets. Legs moved to make room for questing fingers,
which moved gently, tentatively at first, then more quickly as they grew wet
with their spiraling passion.
After Jill and Holly had brought each other to long, shuddering orgasms, Jill
put her fingers, still sticky from Holly's quim, to her lips. One smell, one
taste, and Jill knew what she was going to do next. Staring into her friends
eyes, Jill put her fingers in her mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted
her position. When Jill was sure that Holly knew what she intended, she lowered
her head and planted a kiss full on her pussy. Holly whimpered softly. Her
thighs parted, opening her sex like a flower. Jill had never entertained lesbian
fantasies; she was amazed at how the sight of another woman's sex no,
Holly's sex could excite her so. And the taste of her was outside anything she
had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, Jill proceeded to kiss and taste every
secret part of Holly that she could reach.
Jill? whispered Holly, and Jill looked up with a start. Oh, please don't stop,
that feels so wonderful, but...
What, Holly?
Would you I mean I'd like to do that. To you. Can we do it together?
After a few false starts with uncomfortable positions, they settled down on
their sides, each with her upper leg cast over the other's body. Holly stared in
fascination at glistening crevice before her, all shades of pink and coral. She
had seen Jill naked many times, but never like this. Jill felt a hot breath
tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then another, then a less timid kiss
that lingered. A soft tongue spread her lips and searched until it found her
clitoris, forcing an ahhhhh in response. From the tiny button, Holly kissed all
down the smooth wet furrow to the secret entrance below, and then, stretching to
reach, slipped her tongue inside.
Jill?
Yes? she answered without looking up.
You taste wonderful.
Thanks. So do you. And the two friends began to make love in earnest.
Passing by the girls tent on his way back to his own, Terry heard a moan. That
sounds like Jill, he thought, But she only moans like that when we... There was
another moan, and this one wasn't from Jill. Unable to accept what his ears were
telling him, Terry knelt behind the tent and put his eye to an ill-mended tear
in the fabric. This is not happening! He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself
before looking again. Jill, his lover former lover he reminded himself and
Holly, his sister, were entwined in an embrace of unmistakable intimacy. There
was just enough moonlight shining into the opening of the tent to see a blonde
head nodding rhythmically between a pair of plump thighs. Any possible remaining
doubt was eliminated by an occasional wet smack or slurp. Those thighs My
sister's thighs! began to jerk spasmodically, and it was clearly Holly's voice
that breathed Jill... oh, Jill... Ohhhhh! as Jill brought her to orgasm. A
moment later it was Jill who cried out softly as she came, her hips bucking to
press herself hard against Holly's hidden face.
After a while Holly spoke softly. I'd never have guessed that you were gay. But
it doesn't matter, she hurried on, because...
I'm not, Jill interrupted.
Oh. Of course not. Well, bi then. But... Holly. You're the second person I've
ever made love with. You know who the first was. Oh. Well, this is my first time
with anybody. Holly! A sophomore in college and you're still a virgin? Come on,
Jill, you'd have been the first to know if I'd lost it. Yeah, okay. But hasn't
there been anyone I mean, I know you've had boyfriends, maybe not a lot, but...
There wasn't ever anybody I wanted, not like that, except there just
wasn't anybody.
Jill thought of Terry, staring at his sister and getting an erection. Except
who? Nobody, there wasn't anybody. Holly. Look at me. Nobody except for who?
Holly whispered something too soft to hear.
Your brother? Oh god, Holly. Terry heard a sob. No, Holly, listen to me! This
afternoon, when Terry got a hard-on, and you left? I was watching him, and he
wasn't looking at me, he was looking at you! No, that's impossible. It's true. I
don't believe you.
Why is him wanting you more impossible than you wanting him? And why would I lie
to you? Is that why you and Terry broke up? No! Terry doesn't even know that I
know. And we haven't broken up, we've come back together all three of us, just
like we've always been.
But Jill what have we done? Terry will know what happened here tonight, as
surely as I knew when you two did it. What will he think?
Terry decided that the time had come to tell them exactly what he thought.
Moving quickly to the front of the tent, he crouched down and crawled in. Both
girls stared at him in shock, fear and embarrassment, but he moved directly to
Holly, took her face gently in his hands, and kissed her. You really want me, he
whispered, Like like I want you? Holly made no sound, but her eyes spoke what
her tongue could not. Their lips met again, parted this time, and their arms
made circles around each other like some old, old vine.
Make love to me, pleaded Holly when they broke for air.
Jill had turned away so her friends wouldn't see her tears, and hearing these
words she crawled out of the tent. But she heard her name from two voices
speaking as one, and reluctantly she returned.
Stay with us, urged Holly.
You've made love with both of us now, what's left to hide? Terry added.
We want you here for this.
Jill looked at her two friends, her two lovers, who were about to become lovers
themselves, and she knew that all would indeed be well again.
Holly lay back on her sleeping bag and watched Terry as he removed his shorts.
She reached out to touch his erection, and he responded by stroking her breasts,
and then her quim. I've dreamed about this for a long time, he said, bending
over her to kiss first one nipple, then the other. He began moving into
position, but Jill said Terry, wait. She's not protected like I am.
What? said Holly.
I'm on the pill. You're not. She looked at Terry. Do you have a condom?
I don't want rubber inside me, I want Terry.
No, I don't have one.
Jill looked stricken. I don't want to say this, but I think you should wait
until you're safe. There's other ways to make love...
I'm as safe now as I ever am! Haven't you noticed the moon? Ever since her first
period, Holly had been in rhythm with the moon. This had caused Jill and Terry
to declare her their own personal goddess incarnate, to Holly's acute
embarrassment. But far from being a simple joke, this synchronicity symbolized
for them their love and reverence for the outdoors.
She's right, Holly, said Terry, It's still a risk. What would you do if you got
pregnant? And by me, for god's sake?
I don't want to wait, she pleaded, I want you to take me right here, right now,
with Jill here beside us.
Oh, Holly. Jill looked at her sadly. Look, what if he pulls out before he comes.
Would that be enough?
I wanted this to be perfect. Holly sighed. But you're right. I won't put this
off for another day, not for an hour. So I guess we'll do it like you said.
Jill looked on as Terry settled down between Holly's ample thighs, pausing to
take each breast-berry into his mouth, which caused Holly to moan until he
silenced her with another kiss. Holly reached between them and stroked his rigid
limb before guiding it to her sacred spring, still wet from her love-making with
Jill. Jill knew that whatever was left of Holly's maiden-head would be little or
no hindrance, and she was happy that Holly wouldn't have to lose her virginity
in pain, as she had. Terry slid smoothly into his sister, neither quickly nor
slowly, and Holly sucked in her breath in a long gasp, her eyes widening as they
stared into his. Terry's eyes closed and he fell gently onto Holly, murmuring
her name over and over. As his hips began rocking, Holly reached out to find
Jill's hand, and for the first time that day Jill felt her eyes fill with tears
of joy rather than sorrow.
Holly closed her eyes. She was full of him now, their joining complete, and he
paused for one long, wonderful moment to savor the feeling of their bodies
merged, his within hers for the very first time, their souls like two trees,
grown together from close-planted seeds, only now discovering that their roots
were as intertwined as their branches.
It was, understandably, not long at all before Terry's breathing and movements
betrayed his impending climax, and Jill had to remind him to not increase
Holly's risk further. As soon as he emerged from his sisters depths, a long jet
arced out to land on her thigh. Jill grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it
with her mouth, holding it there as Terry gasped out his orgasm.
I wish I'd done that, said Holly, as Jill licked the last creamy drops from her
leg. What's it taste like?
Jill answered by kissing Holly, letting her taste the seed that she had wanted
to feel inside her. Terry, you left something unfinished here.
What?
You haven't made Holly come yet. Wouldn't you like to find out what she
tastes like?
Does she taste anything like you?
Better, said Jill, which caused Holly to blush.
Lets see. Terry leaned over Holly, who obligingly parted her legs. As she felt
his lips and tongue lead her down the road to ecstasy, she reached out to stroke
Jill's breasts. Jill responded by kneeling next to Terry to suck on Holly's
nipples. Holly's hand found its way to Jill's pussy, and Jill's hand reached
beneath Terry to fondle what she found there. This proved awkward, and Jill had
a better idea. Lying on her back next to Holly, she wriggled around until she
was staring up at Terry's limp member, then drew her knees up to her chest,
presenting her blooming woman-flower to Holly. After some shifting about to find
comfortable positions, Jill set forth to coax Terry's cock back to life as he
explored his sisters vagina with his fingers and tongue, while Holly made a
similar exploration of Jill.
By the time Holly came, Jill had a very stiff penis in her mouth, which she
removed to say He's hard again, would you like a turn? Holly said she would, so
they switched places and Holly found herself staring up at her first close-up
view of a mans cock. It bobbed about as Terry set to work eating Jill, and Holly
licked at it tentatively, chasing it around with her tongue. She finally took it
in her hand to hold it still, and her touch coaxed pearly drops from the tip.
These she used as lubrication, and soon her hand moved slickly back and forth
around the fleshy pole. After a few more licks, she aimed the bulbous head
between her lips and dared a real taste. Terry's cock pulsed as he felt his
sisters lips close around it. Holly was afraid he was going to come right then,
but he didn't, and she gradually took more and more into her mouth until her gag
reflex showed her, her limits.
After several happy minutes of love-making in this fashion, Terry straightened
up and collapsed onto his back. Sorry, girls, he said, I mean, ladies. My knees
have had it.
Jill, said Holly, a bit timidly, Could I see you two make love?
Jill hugged her. I was hoping you'd ask. She eyed the prone Terry, and added I
guess I better do the work. She climbed atop him, straddling his hips, and said
to Holly Would you like to help?
Help how?
Jill grinned lewdly. Put us together. So Holly took hold of Terry's staff and
held it upright, then watched in fascination as its rounded tip spread open the
lips of Jill's cunny and the whole long length slowly disappeared inside her.
Oh, wow, whispered Holly.
Yeah, breathed Jill.
Holly watched them, first from the front, then from the rear, as Jill rode up
and down, spearing herself on Terry's long pole. Twice she helped rejoin them,
delighting in feeling their slippery skin slide together under her fingers.
Then Jill suggested Why don't you sit on his face?
Holly giggled at the phrase, which she had always before heard as an epithet.
She knelt over Terry's head, facing Jill, and lowered her ample derriere until
she felt the touch of a tongue in the crack of her bottom. Shifting backward,
she pressed her pussy against his lips. The girls embraced as Terry made love to
both of them at once, kissing passionately, their fingers on each others clits,
and together they brought the girls to orgasm.
Moments later Terry spoke, his voice muffled by Holly's crotch. Are you ready
for it, Jill?
Holly, nows your chance to take him in your mouth like you wanted to.
Oh no, that's all right... she began, but Jill had already dismounted, so she
leaned forward and took her brothers penis between her lips. Not surprisingly,
it tasted like Jill. Jill showed her how to hold the base of the shaft with a
wet hand, while Jill cradled his balls in her palm and gently fondled them.
Holly felt Terry's fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
Holly... he gasped, I'm I'm coming! Holly felt his cock pulse in her hand, and
the hot taste of semen filled her mouth and nostrils. The thick liquid squirted
in pulses, once, twice, three times, and more, then subsided. Releasing the hot
flesh from her mouth, she swallowed, coughed, and swallowed again, then
continued to suck on it until it had softened and stopped oozing cream.
How was it? said Jill.
Well, Holly answered, I guess it's an acquired taste. Then, seeing the look on
Terry face, she added But I'm sure I'll acquire it soon. And I guess this is the
only way I get to have it inside me!
Just for a while, Holly. We'll get you fixed up nice and safe like me.
I can't wait! Holly exclaimed.
Neither can I, her brother added.
Two sleeping bags proved quite large enough for three people that wanted to stay
as close to each other as possible. Holly was the first to awaken, and her
gentle touch roused the others. The air was full of the sound of birds greeting
the dawn, which had not quite arrived.
Remember what I said yesterday about the sun going down? Terry said to Jill. She
nodded. Let's go watch the sun rise.
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