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Ch. 39 Codes: Mff, semi-ff, semi-inc, teen, oral
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
I think my heart must have stopped for a few seconds. Marianne's
expression suddenly melted, and she hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. It's not that I don't want to
marry you. It's that I don't see how I can."
I gasped for breath.
"Kitten, this isn't something we have to do now or even within the next
five years. I've told you repeatedly, this is a decision for the
future. You don't have to make up your mind tonight."
She leaned back, caressing my face rapidly.
"No. That's not what it's about. If it were just us, I'd marry you
this instant. But it's not."
She paused for a second or two, eyes watering.
"Baby, if we get married . . . what happens to Hayley?"
"Well . . . she . . . I mean, what has to happen? Nothing has to.
She'll still be here."
"But we'll be cutting her out. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.
It would be erecting this barrier that she wasn't allowed over. I just
can't do that to her. Not now. Not when she loves you like she does."
"I keep telling you, we don't have to do this now. It's for the
future. Who knows what things are going be like five years from now?"
She sat back on my knees, face darkening. She stared hard at me for
several seconds.
"She's right. You still don't really believe she loves you. You still
think she's going to grow out of this."
I groaned in frustration.
"Kitten, you were sixteen not so long ago. You know what it's like."
"Yes. I do," she said angrily, "and that is not what she's going
through. This isn't a case of puppy love."
She slid out of the hammock suddenly and backed up, glaring at me.
"God! After everything she went through to keep your ass out of jail,
you still don't get it!"
I stood up, reaching for, but she pulled her arm away.
"Get away from me. I can't believe this shit!"
She shot another glare at me, then ran out of the room, sobbing. I
stood there, dying on the inside, for another few seconds before going
after her. But she was gone, wherever she had run off to.
I returned to the room, falling heavily back onto the bed. What hurt
the most at that moment was the knowledge that Marianne was right. I
did honestly believe that Hayley believed she loved me, but in the back
of my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to come out
of it at some point, whether suddenly or gradually. It all came down
to that patronizing refrain, "She's only sixteen." But Marianne was
only eighteen, and I had no such doubts about her. Did two years make
that much difference?
She had a valid point about what Hayley had done for me--a very, very
valid point. Love was a willingness to make real sacrifices for the
person you loved--that was what I had said to Marianne a few months
before. Well, Hayley had probably made more profound sacrifices for my
sake than I had ever made for hers. All I had done was throw a lot of
money around. She had endured two weeks in the clutches of the DFCS,
locked away from everyone who cared about her, and had still retained
enough presence of mind to concoct a story to get my ass out of the
sling. All for no other reason than that she couldn't bear to see me
go to jail because of what we had shared.
It would have been understatement to say I felt like a six-foot-tall
pile of shit at that moment.
I sat up slowly. I didn't know where Marianne had gone off to, but I
could hear Hayley listening to her stereo in her room at the end of the
hall.
I walked slowly down there, listening to the bubble-gum pop music
echoing up and down the hallway--one of those cookie-cutter boy bands I
could never keep straight. When I reached her room, I found her lying
on her stomach in bed, wearing just T-shirt and panties, reading a
magazine. One calf was up in the air and her foot twitched to the beat
of the song.
The image was totally Marianne--it was just the way she used to lounge
around my house when we were first dating. Hayley was now, I realized,
not that much younger than Marianne had been the day she showed up at
my door pretending to sell magazines.
"Hey."
She looked up.
"Hi. What's up?"
I had worried about her hearing my fight with Marianne, but obviously
our voices hadn't risen above the level of her music.
I walked to the end of the bed, squatting down to the level of her
beautiful face. She looked at me curiously.
"What?"
"I don't think I ever thanked you for saving my butt."
She smiled.
"It wasn't all that much."
"It was. You went through something no one should have to endure, and
it only just dawned on me that you were doing it all for me."
Her eyes shone, and her smiled broadened.
"Because I love you."
"I know. I maybe didn't know that for sure at one point, but I know it
now, Little Kit. No one has ever done something like that for me
before, put their ass so completely on the line for me. I know the
DFCS was really leaning on you. You could have saved yourself and told
them what they wanted to hear, but you didn't."
"I could never have done that. I would have saved myself and lost
you. What would that have gotten me?"
I smiled.
"Martyr status. Maybe not much else."
"Fuck martyr status. I don't want to be a victim. I just want to be
me. Why is it legal for me to sleep with Randy but illegal for me to
sleep with you? How can I be mentally capable of making the decision
to sleep with someone who's seventeen, but not capable of deciding to
sleep with someone who's forty-one?"
"I don't know. I don't make the rules."
"Well, the rules suck."
I laughed.
"I won't argue with you there. I just want you to know I appreciate
what you did."
She smiled.
"You're welcome."
I leaned in and kissed her nose.
"Where's Marianne?" she asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Could I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"I'll ask her. But I think so."
"Thanks."
I got up and went looking for her sister. After twenty minutes of
searching, I finally found her sitting in the back of one of the spare
stalls in the barn. She looked up at me when I came in, eyes red.
"I'm sorry," I said. "You were right. I'm an ass."
She smiled weakly.
"Hayley really loves you."
"I know that. Maybe I didn't quite get it until tonight, but I do now."
I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her, and she leaned
against me.
"I don't like being mad at you."
"I deserved it this time." I exhaled slowly. "I talked to Hayley, and
I officially thanked her for saving my butt."
Marianne laughed softly.
"You know," I went on, "the two of you are almost like two sides of the
same coin. She gets more like you every day."
"Mom says that, too. She said she's starting to have trouble telling
us apart."
I hugged her.
"Anyway. About what we were talking about before I made an idiot out
of myself."
She nodded.
"Getting married. I meant what I said. I can't cut Hayley out of our
lives like that."
"I can't marry both of you. Not legally, anyway."
One of the horses snorted and pawed at the floor of its stall.
Marianne glanced over, then back at me.
"I can't marry Tiffany, even though I know she'd do it. That doesn't
mean we can't have some kind of commitment."
"It's not marriage."
"Aren't there ways you can do everything else but? Legally, I mean.
As far as the property rights and insurance rights and all that go?"
"Yeah. There are."
"And we could have some kind of unofficial ceremony, with the three of
us. I've heard of people doing that."
"I supposed we could."
"I want to bring Hayley *into* our lives. Not cut her out."
"You're talking about some kind of polygamous household."
"Well, isn't that what we have now?"
"Not something quite that official. And you're forgetting that Hayley
can't legally enter any kind of contract, marital or not, until she's
eighteen."
"But when she was eighteen?"
I sat back a bit from her and looked down into her eyes.
"Are you really serious about this?"
"I'm just thinking. For the future. To plan it out somehow. Is that
wrong?"
"No. I guess not."
She hugged me.
"I don't want to freak you out. I know this is all a long way off.
But I can't take you away from Hayley like that. Not after what she
went through for you. And for me too, when you think about it. I
could have lost you too."
"Okay. Something to think about, I guess."
We got up and walked back to the house, holding hands. When we got to
the bedroom, I stopped and kissed her forehead.
"Hayley wants to spend the night in here."
She nodded.
"I'll go get her."
Marianne went down the hall, and the two of them returned a few moments
later as I was brushing my teeth. Marianne shut the door behind them,
and then came up behind Hayley and hugged her. Hayley giggled, hugging
Marianne's arms in return.
"What?"
"I love you, short stuff."
A surprised look shot through Hayley's eyes for a moment, then she
smiled.
"I love you too."
Marianne rested her chin on Hayley's shoulder, not letting her go, and
looked at me.
"And we both love that hunk over there."
Hayley giggled again.
"Yep."
They helped each other out of their clothes and climbed into bed,
waiting for me. I rinsed out the toothpaste, turned out the lights,
and joined them.
We began just by snuggling and cuddling with each other. I kissed each
of them in turn, fondling Hayley with my left hand, Marianne with my
right, and comparing the two as I lay on my back. They giggled as I
played with them, trying to both kiss me at once, then sliding up
further to smother me with their big tits. I reached down, taking a
neatly trimmed blonde pussy in each hand. I explored gently, finding
them both wet already. I slipped my middle fingers into them. They
felt, as near as I could tell, identical.
Marianne withdrew from my face and slipped under the covers. Hayley
joined her a second later. Then they were both kissing and sucking on
my erection, and only the stud in Marianne's tongue allowed me to tell
them apart--and if Hayley was serious about her offer, I would soon not
even have that.
I lay still, holding their heads, and just wallowed in the sensations
of having two mouths slurping and sucking my cock. They passed it back
and forth, bobbing slowly for about five seconds each, then ran their
tongues up and down opposite sides of me. I could hear them giggling
to each other under the sheets as they worked.
Eventually I couldn't take it any longer, and I pulled them up. They
came out from under the covers and kissed me in turn.
"Did you like that?" Marianne asked.
"Too much."
"You know what would be really neat?" Hayley asked. "Even if it's also
kind of weird."
"What?"
"If you had two dicks. One for each of us."
Marianne shrieked with laughter and shoved her playfully.
"I think that's probably not going to happen," I said.
"I know. But it would still be neat."
Marianne suddenly froze, gripping my arm.
"No. Wait. He could. Not two real ones, but what about the strap-on?"
Hayley gasped.
"Yeah! Would that work?"
"Let's see."
Marianne leapt out of bed and ran for the dresser across the room. She
dug into the bottom drawer where we kept our collection of toys.
"I'm not so sure about this," I said.
"Just try it," she said.
She made me get out of bed, and the two of them pulled the dildo into
place. At first, it ended up directly over my dick, but Marianne
fiddled with the straps for about a minute until she had it hanging low
enough. It felt awkward, but it might just work.
"So how do we do this?" Hayley asked.
"I don't know. Maybe us on top."
I lay back on the bed, and the two of them climbed above me. Marianne
got in front, backing down onto my erection, and Hayley got behind her,
trying to position herself over the dildo. Despite twenty seconds of
squirming, they couldn't quite do it.
"I don't think this is working," Marianne said.
She slid off of me, to my profound disappointment.
"The angle is all wrong. How else could we do it?" Hayley asked.
"If I was on top?" I asked.
"How?" Hayley asked.
"Maybe . . ." Marianne mused for a moment. "If you lay on your back,
and I got over you."
Something uncertain passed over Hayley's face for a second.
"If you lay on top of me?"
"That's about the only I can see it working. Let's at least try it."
Hayley lay down flat, and Marianne straddled her, getting her pussy
lined up with Hayley's, then lowered herself down. I got behind her,
trying to find the right angle to enter them both. Several hands were
between us trying to help. Marianne had to push herself completely
down, pressing herself against her sister, before we were all lined up.
Then I pushed into her, and I felt the dildo sliding into Hayley. Both
of them moaned softly.
"Oh, God," Hayley said.
"It's working," Marianne gasped.
I withdrew, then thrust in again. At first, it felt only little
different from simply making love to Marianne from behind, the only
difference being the pressure of the dildo against my balls. But as
the girls began to move with me, and each other, the sensations began
to intensify.
Marianne lay flat against Hayley, head on her shoulder, as I made love
to them. Hayley's arms came up around her sister, hugging her. I bent
forward to kiss her, and Marianne turned her head to join the kiss.
Both of them were moaning and whimpering under me, Marianne pushing
back against my cock, Hayley lifting her hips up at me and her sister.
We soon developed a slow rhythm, and I realized that they were rubbing
their pussies together as I moved in and out of them. I could feel
them grinding against each other, and I wasn't even sure they knew what
they were doing. With the angle I had to maintain, it was all I could
do just to get inside them. I couldn't generate any friction against
their clits, so they were apparently taking care of that themselves.
The three of us were soon moving faster, rocking back and forth,
gasping with the exertion. Marianne began to rock back at me rapidly,
grinding down hard against her sister. She arched her back and let out
a soft cry. A deep shudder ran through her body, and then suddenly
Hayley was coming too, lifting herself off the bed under us, groping at
my body and Marianne's. I felt the two of them shaking under me, and
drove rapidly into them. I grunted, convulsed, then spurted off
helplessly inside Marianne.
I withdrew as soon as I could and rolled off to lie beside them. But
Marianne stayed where she was, and I could see her still slowly rubbing
herself against Hayley. Then she sat up, pushing her hair back over
her head. I couldn't quite tell in the darkness, but she looked a
little uncomfortable, whatever the reason.
Hayley rolled onto my shoulder.
"That was cool."
"Yeah."
Marianne crawled up on top of me, folding her arms over my chest and
resting her chin on top of them.
"How was it for you?"
"Very weird. But fun."
"That thing takes some getting used to."
"I guess so."
She helped me get it off, then lay beside me, opposite her sister. We
held each other quietly for a little while before Marianne began
writhing against me again. She soon disappeared under the sheets and
set about restoring my erection. Hayley lay on my chest, nuzzling my
neck as I felt her sister slowly sucking on my cock, massaging me with
the stud in her tongue.
I pulled Hayley up further to kiss her, and for a few minutes we necked
and played with each other while Marianne continued blowing me. Soon
she had produced an excellent hard-on and sat up, pulling back the
sheets.
She nudged Hayley.
"Your turn."
Making one of her little contented noises, Hayley slithered over me,
planting her knees on either side of my waist, and backed up onto my
cock. I felt Marianne reaching between us to guide me in.
Hayley sat back, letting herself settle down entirely onto me. I put
my hands on her thighs and thrust upwards.
"Mmm," she said. "That's a lot better than a rubber one."
Marianne came up behind her, hugging Hayley as she moved slowly up and
down. She smiled at me over her sister's shoulder, and slid her hands
up Hayley's torso, cupping her full breasts in her hands.
Hayley dug herself down at me as Marianne began tweaking her nipples,
and giggled softly
"Harder."
I watched Marianne pinching Hayley's nipples more deliberately, and
Hayley twitched above me, moaning. I rolled my hips with her
movements, thrusting up into her as far as I could get. She rocked
slowly back and forth.
We all knew each other's rhythms very well by now, and we soon had
Hayley nearing her release. She humped herself at me rapidly as
Marianne continued rolling her nipples between her fingers. I held
myself up against her, keeping the angle as sharp as possible, and a
few moments later, Hayley let out a squeak and shuddered in orgasm.
Then she threw herself forward across my chest.
I caressed her back slowly as she caught her breath. Marianne lay down
beside us. Hayley continued to thrust slowly at me for a few seconds,
then lifted up to rub noses with me, Eskimo style.
"I love you."
"You too, Little Kit."
"You didn't come?"
"Not yet. It's okay."
She reached under me to hold my shoulders, and then rolled to her side,
pulling me on top of her. We rolled over right next to Marianne, who
snuggled against us.
I rose off Hayley's body and began moving slowly in her. She was so
wet and warm by now that I could just close my eyes and luxuriate in
the feel of her. She stroked my waist slowly, moving her hips with my
thrusts and laying her legs over mine. I looked down at her, and at
Marianne lying beside her. Marianne's hand came up and began caressing
Hayley's breasts as she had been doing. Hayley reached out, putting
her arm around Marianne, and Marianne slid closer, laying her head
across Hayley's chest under me.
I closed my eyes again, just enjoying being inside this girl I loved so
much. I wasn't very close to coming yet, and I could concentrate on
being with her. When I looked down again a minute later, it took me a
moment or two to realize what I was seeing.
Marianne had hardly moved, but she was now sucking lightly on Hayley's
right nipple, flicking her tongue back and forth. Hayley lay quietly
under us, still holding Marianne with one arm. Marianne wasn't looking
at me, and she lifted her head up a little to change the angle. Then
she sucked Hayley's nipple completely into her mouth.
Hayley whimpered, pushing her hips up at me, and I sped my thrusts.
She rolled her body with me, groping at me with her other arm. Hayley
let out another little cry, and I could feel the pre-orgasmic quivers
beginning in her belly. I groaned, thrusting faster as I watched the
scene before me. Marianne was now tweaking the nipple she wasn't
sucking, and Hayley was still holding her closely.
As I felt the cum starting to boil in my groin, as I could feel the
tremors of incipient orgasm at the base of my cock, Hayley spiked up at
me with a sharp cry, clawing at my arm. Her wet, heated sex squeezed
my erection rhythmically, shuddering, and I cried out, stabbing the
last bit of myself into her. The cum shot out of me in an almost
painful stream, as if I were discharging bolts of lighting. I shook in
orgasm for nearly five seconds before collapsing onto Hayley's
quivering body. Marianne withdrew enough to let me lay flat on her
sister, but embraced us both tightly.
I withdrew only far enough to lie between them. The three of us held
each other and fell asleep.
I awoke with the sun the next morning. I stretched, bumping into a
body beside me. I snuggled with it, taking a full breast in my hand.
She responded by pressing herself against me, and I realized as I came
more fully awake that it was Hayley.
"Mmm," she mumbled. "Sleepy."
I turned my head. The remainder of the bed was empty. I listened for
the shower, but heard nothing.
I sat up and scratched my head. Hayley rolled over, burying herself
under the sheets. I was still too out of it to want to get up, so I
lay back beside her and spooned with her. She pushed back against me
and bumped into my morning erection. Matters progressed naturally from
there, and a few sweaty, if enjoyable minutes later, she was lying
across my chest trying to catch her breath.
"Doing it in the morning is fun."
"Yep."
"Where's Marianne?"
"I don't know. I guess she got up early."
"Last night was really great. I know we have to make room for each
other . . . but I'd like to spend the night with you guys more often."
"Talk to her about it. I have no objections."
She giggled.
"I bet you don't."
Hayley got up to take a shower, and I pulled on some jeans and a T-
shirt. I found Giselle in the kitchen making some coffee.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"You seen Marianne?"
"No. I just got up."
I looked out the back window, seeing nothing. A peek out the front
window produced no clues either. I found my shoes and went for a walk.
The caretaker was cleaning out the stables, and I stuck my head into
the barn to see if he knew anything. He was a grizzled, good-natured
fellow in his mid-fifties.
"Hey Tony, have you seen Marianne?"
"Saw her taking a walk back into the woods about ten minutes ago. Back
by the creek. Looked upset about something."
I got the impression that he knew more than he was saying, but I didn't
push it. Feeling puzzled, but increasingly curious, I walked across
the back pasture toward the rear of the ranch.
I found her sitting on a rock beside the waterfall. She had her knees
pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She looked
over when I approached but didn't move.
I sat on the rock beside her.
"Hi," she said weakly.
"Something you want to talk about?"
She looked back at the water.
"I realized something last night. Something that really scares me,
because I'm not sure where it's coming from."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"I have the hots for my sister. I don't know why, but I do."
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