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Ch. 40 Codes: Mff, inc, teen, oral
CHAPTER FORTY
I wasn't sure what to say to this revelation, so I let her go on.
"You've probably noticed, huh?"
"Yeah. Not just last night."
"No. Not just last night. Last night was when I finally admitted it
to myself."
I squared myself on my rock and took her hand.
"What exactly are you feeling? Let's be clear here."
She took a slow breath.
"I love her more than anything. Well--I don't mean more than you, but
as much. And in a different way."
"It's all right. Go on."
"Hayley and I have always been really close. We've never really fought
that much. I know it was because our folks were always caught up in
their own problems. We needed each other too much to let any stupid
rivalries get in the way. She's always looked up to me, and I've
always tried to look after her, because Mom wasn't always doing it. I
know I like to talk about Tiffany and Giselle being my best friends,
but the truth is, Hayley really is. She understands me better than
anyone else. We've shared so many of the same things."
"All of which is perfectly normal."
She nodded.
"I know. So when I started seeing you, and she started coming over
too, it didn't bother me to share her with you, because we had shared
so much already. But . . . " She sighed. "I don't know if I can put
this into words effectively. It's just that . . . the first time she
and I slept with you, together, something clicked inside me. It was
like I had known her all this time, and then I suddenly saw something
completely new in her. Like I realized that she was more than just my
sister. She was a person, a girl, a very pretty one, with her own
needs and sexuality. You have to understand that I had never thought
about that at all before that first afternoon."
"Okay."
"And, with the other girls, when I really realized that I was bisexual,
I also realized that I was attracted to her too, not just as my sister
but as a person. I didn't know what to do about it. I guess I just
suppressed it, telling myself that we were just having fun, you know.
That it didn't mean anything to touch her when the three of us were
making love. That she was my sister, that I loved her, and that there
wasn't anything wrong with wanting to make her feel good."
"I don't know that there is, necessarily, considering everything else
that we've been doing."
"Let me finish."
"Okay."
"But that night that Tiffany came over and did her slave bit for the
three of us, when Hayley came out of the back wearing that dildo . . .
when she started fucking Tiffany right above me . . . you don't know
how much I wanted to push Tiffany aside and--" She paused, not quite
able to say the words she meant. "--and make love to her. But I just
couldn't. Because I knew the rest of you would have freaked."
She paused a moment to catch her breath.
"Afterward, I told myself that it was a momentary impulse, that I had
just gotten all caught up in the sex. I didn't think about it at all
until last night."
"When we brought out the dildo again."
"Right. And making love with the two of you, having you inside me
while I was pressed against her, while you were making love to her too,
was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. I don't know
what it was. I came so hard, and so deep, and it felt so right and so--
"
Her voice caught in her throat, and I put my arm around her. She
leaned against me, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"I just loved the two of you *so* much that I felt like I was going to
explode. I wanted to cry afterwards. I couldn't let go of her. And
when you were making love to her later on, I just had to get as close
to the two of you as I could. I didn't even think about . . . about
what I was doing to her. I just did it."
I pulled her closer to me, hugging her, and she took another ragged
breath.
"It's all right. Nothing is wrong."
"You don't think I'm a nut case because of this?"
"No."
"But Hayley must."
"I don't think so. She didn't act weird at all this morning. We even
made love when we woke up. She told me how much she enjoyed last night
and how she wished we could do it more often."
Marianne sniffled.
"She did?"
"Yes."
"She didn't seem grossed out?"
"Not as far as I could tell."
"Really?"
"Really."
She withdrew from me a few inches and looked up. Her eyes were red and
damp, and I brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"I love you," I said. "I love her. Whatever it is we do together
cannot be wrong."
"It's not like I could get her pregnant."
"No."
"No is going to end up deformed from this."
"No."
She leaned against my chest.
"I'm sorry."
I laughed softly.
"For what?"
"For dumping all of this on you at once."
"You haven't said anything to her about this yet?"
"How could I?"
"I don't know."
"Could--" I felt her swallow hard against me. "Could you?"
I looked down into her eyes.
"Could I ask her about it, you mean?"
"Yes. I have to know what she's feeling, but I just can't ask her
myself. Not to her face."
"I can try. That's all I can promise."
She squeezed me tightly.
"Thanks."
A few uneventful days went by. Although I thought frequently about
Marianne's revelation (which, to be perfectly honest, was not much of a
revelation--as I told her, I had seen this coming, at least in the back
of my mind), I did nothing about it yet. I wasn't sure how to approach
Hayley about this, and I didn't want to create a crisis where none yet
existed.
Meanwhile, the Giselle-Ashley situation was rapidly deteriorating. The
rest of us did our best to stay out of it, but I was growing weary of
hearing them shouting at each other from the rear wing of the house. I
kept telling myself that I couldn't have a cathouse without a few
catfights, but I would then feel juvenile and chauvinistic for thinking
something that male.
A week after my encounter with Giselle, Ashley presented herself in my
study. I didn't notice the suitcases in the foyer behind her for a
couple of seconds. She was trying to be resolute, but the redness of
her eyes betrayed her mood.
"Hey."
"Hi. Um, I'm here to tell you that I'm moving out. You're a great guy
and this is a great place, but I just can't live here anymore."
I sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"I was hoping Giselle would come with me, but she won't. So I'm going
back home for the rest of the summer."
"It's all right. No one's trying to keep you here if you want to
leave. I wish we could have made it work, but I understand."
"Thanks. I, um, I need to ask you a big favor."
"Anything. Shoot."
"I have no car and no money, and basically no way of getting back. I
was hoping I could bum a few bucks for a bus ticket. I'll pay you back
when I can."
I got up out of my chair and went to my desk.
"Absolutely. And forget about paying it back. You wouldn't be here
except for me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Don't worry about it."
I dug around in my desk for a few minutes and gave her all the cash I
had, which was about two hundred dollars.
"That should be enough."
"Thanks."
She gave me a brief hug, and I noticed that a taxi had already pulled
up in front of the house. I took one of her bags and followed her out.
"You'll be missed. I'm sorry we couldn't make it work."
She nodded weakly.
"Me too."
She climbed into the cab and left. When they drove out of sight, I
went to back to Giselle's room. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at
the ceiling.
"Is she gone?"
"Yeah. I gave her some money for the bus. She left a couple of
minutes ago. I'm sorry."
"I'll live. It's not the first break-up I've gone through."
"If you need anything . . ."
She nodded. I patted her shoulder and went toward the back of the
house to see what the others were doing.
I found Elizabeth in the kitchen making some sandwiches. She wore a
trim red bikini, and when I looked out the back window, I could see
that she had been sunbathing with her daughters. Marianne, Hayley, and
Tiffany were out by the pool, each wearing nothing but a thong.
Elizabeth's outfit was more modest, but she still had quite a body on
her, and she wasn't too shy about displaying it.
If I narrowed my eyes a little and let the image before me blur, the
years melted away, and she became the seventeen-year-old cheerleader I
had once lusted after. But thinking like that sent a wave of guilt
washing over me, so I stopped. Dear God, was I never going to shed the
shackles of that long-ago experience?
"Hey."
She turned around.
"Hi. Is Ashley gone?"
"Yeah. You knew?"
"She came out back to say goodbye to the girls."
I looked out the window again, seeing that the three of them did not
appear very happy. They were talking about something, most likely the
departure.
"She and Giselle just couldn't make it work," I said.
Elizabeth nodded.
"I understand, but from one perspective, I'm a little jealous of them.
I wish I had had the freedom to go through what they're going through
now when I was their age. My life might have been a lot different. I
don't think they realize just how fortunate they are."
"No. But try telling them that."
She laughed softly.
"I won't waste my breath."
I thought for a moment about what she had said.
"You wouldn't have gotten married, would you?"
"I doubt it. Which of course means I wouldn't have had Marianne and
Hayley. So I think about them whenever I get like this, and then I
don't feel bad."
I looked back out to the pool, wondering if she knew what was going on
between her daughters.
"I notice you're not quite as brave as they are."
She laughed.
"Well, gravity has not yet struck the three of them the way it has me.
So I suppose they'd best enjoy it while they can. But frankly, I'm
more concerned about not exposing myself to the caretaker."
I grinned.
"He's harmless. I almost feel like calling him Uncle Tony."
"He is. But that doesn't mean I want to show him my breasts."
I laughed. Elizabeth finished the sandwiches and piled them on a plate.
"Why don't you come outside, and we can all have lunch?"
I followed her out, and we sat around the pool for a while. Giselle
emerged from the house and commiserated with the girls for about twenty
minutes. The pool phone rang in the midst of this, and I grabbed it
before it had a chance to interrupt them.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Steve, it's Brian."
"Hey. What's up?"
"How are you guys settling in? Everything going all right?"
"Great. How about you?"
"Busy, which is why I haven't called since you left. But something
came up that I thought you should know about."
"What?"
"You know what happened with Randy after the hearing, right?"
The last I had heard, Haywood was so pissed at the way things had
turned out that she was looking into prosecuting Randy for perjury. I
wanted to put all that behind us, so I had ignored it as best I could.
I lowered my voice before answering him.
"Are they going to need any of us to testify?"
"Well, no, which is actually why I'm calling. You see, Randy has
apparently jumped bail. He disappeared right after his arraignment.
Haywood called me about it so I could let you know."
"Oh, shit."
"Right. No one seems to know what he's up to, but you might want to
watch your backs for the near future."
"Damn. I guess so."
When I got off the phone with him a few minutes after that, I could
tell the girls hadn't been paying attention. I didn't want to worry
them for now, so I kept my mouth shut. I dozed off in the sun
listening to them, and when I woke up an hour later, only Hayley was
still there with me.
She lay on her stomach reading a magazine, and I spent a few moments
admiring her trim physique, from her tanned toned legs, to her tight
little butt, to the long blonde hair splayed all over her smooth back.
She wasn't a kid anymore, that was for damn sure, no matter what her
driver's license might say.
She saw me looking over and smiled, pulling her hair around the far
side of her head.
"Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah. Where is everyone?"
"Mom went back to the guest house. Marianne and Tiff went shopping, I
think. Giselle is inside. I think she just needs to be alone right
now."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to do anything?"
"I think I'm going to stay right here. A clear sky and a pretty girl
to admire is all a man can ask out of life."
Her smile broadened, and something deeper came into her eyes.
"Do you want to know one of the reasons I love you?"
"Go for it."
"You make me feel special. When you look at me like that, I know I'm
the most important thing in the world to you."
"You are."
"I know. Me and Marianne."
She sat up, reaching back to gather up her hair. Then she stretched
her arms up straight, cracking her knuckles above her head. What the
action did to her bare breasts, to the rest of her, could not be put
into words, so I didn't try.
"I was thinking," she said.
"What about?"
"Could we get a dog? Maybe a couple of them?"
"Horses aren't enough?"
"I just thought it would be neat. I've never had a dog."
"I suppose we could."
"From the animal shelter, right? Not some designer dog."
"Of course."
"Could we go now?"
I laughed.
"Some of the others might want to help pick them out."
"I asked. They didn't seem to care. So can we?"
"I guess so. Go get dressed, and we can go."
She went inside, returning a few minutes later in denim shorts and a
spaghetti-strap T-shirt. While she was dressing, I was looking in the
phone book to find the nearest shelter. When she reappeared, we went
out to the garage and climbed into the Ferrari.
The shelter was not too far away, and I imagined that it had to be a
long way out of town to avoid complaints about barking animals. We
drove back down the highway faster than we needed to, and I savored the
way the Ferrari hugged the curves and burned up the few straightaways.
I noticed Hayley watching me in amusement as I downshifted coming out
of a bend in the road.
"You really love this car, don't you?"
"Yeah."
She laughed.
"You're like a little kid whenever you get in it. It's so funny."
We reached the shelter in about fifteen minutes, and Hayley hopped out
to look at the dogs. They had at least fifty, and most of them were
barking their lungs out at each other.
"What kind of dog are you thinking of?"
"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'll know when I see it."
We walked around for a few minutes. Some dogs ran right up to the gate
of their pen to greet us. Others barked at us, and still others hid,
cowering in the back. Hayley's face grew more concerned the longer we
were there.
"This is so sad. I wish we could take all of them."
Then she stopped at the cage of a little smooth-coated brown dog that
stood nervously in the center of its pen. She crouched down, poking
her fingers through the chain links, making kissing noises.
The dog whined and took a few steps toward her. Then a few more, then
it was at the gate licking her hand. I looked at the card on the cage,
which described it as a dachshund-terrier mix, about two years old.
"Isn't he cute?"
"She."
"It's a girl?"
"Yeah."
She continued trying to play with it through the fence, and the dog now
had its paws up on the gate trying to get to her.
I found one of the shelter officials and had her open the gate so we
could get a better look. Hayley picked up the dog, hugging it and
laughing as it frantically licked her face.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I want to get her."
"Dog number one?"
"Can we get two?"
"Yeah."
"You should try to get one about the same size," the woman said. "I
think I know another one that might be good."
She led us to the other end of the cages, where we found a shaggy
blondish mutt that resembled a dust mop more than anything else. It
immediately jumped up against the cage door to greet us, wagging its
tail furiously.
Hayley handed me the other dog and crouched down to examine the new
one. The woman opened the cage door, and the dog jumped into Hayley's
arms. She laughed, trying to hold it off.
"This one is also a female," the woman said, "so you should get fewer
pack structure problems than with multiple males."
"I love her," Hayley said. "She's so fluffy."
She picked it up.
"Can we see how they are together?"
"Sure."
The woman led us out of the cage area to a grassy dog run in the back.
Hayley and I set the dogs down. They immediately began sniffing each
other's butts, then ran around the grass together biting at each
other's ears.
"They seem all right," Hayley said.
"Got any names in mind?"
She smiled at me.
"Two girls. How about Britney and Cristina?"
The shelter woman and I laughed hard for several seconds.
"A blonde and a brunette," the woman said. "Works for me."
It took about twenty minutes to process the adoption, and I bought some
various dog supplies from their pet store in the front. Hayley got
both dogs on leashes and walked them around outside while I filled out
the forms and wrote a check for the fee. She came back inside just as
we were finishing up.
"Thanks so much," she said.
"Thank you. I told your dad all about what you need to do as far as
shots and vet stuff go, so you're all set."
Hayley and I exchanged a nervous look, then she forced a smile onto her
face.
"Thanks. Bye."
We piled into the car, and the dogs climbed into Hayley's lap, sticking
their heads into the breeze as we drove away. She stared out at the
road for a few seconds before turning to me and putting her hand on my
thigh.
"Did that hurt?" she asked.
"A little."
"Don't let it get to you. She knows nothing about us at all. What
does it matter what she thinks?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"I could have said something about it, but what would that have
accomplished besides making us all feel awkward? It's none of her damn
business. I bet she has her own secrets. Maybe she has some personal
reasons for wanting to work in a dog pound that we don't know about."
I laughed so hard that the dogs turned around to see what the commotion
was.
"Ugh. Don't make me think things like that."
She giggled and leaned over to hug me.
"Get my point, though?"
"Yes. Yes."
We turned the dogs loose in the back pasture when we got home, and they
ran excitedly around, jumping through the grass and sniffing everything
in range. Hayley and I sat on the fence watching them.
"They look so happy. It must have been so awful in those cages."
I nodded.
"Little Kit, I need to ask you about something. Marianne asked me to
do this because she can't do it herself."
She looked at me, eyebrows creasing.
"Something bad?"
"Something serious. Bad depends on your perspective, I guess."
"What is it?"
I had spent a week trying to think of the best way to present this, and
I still wasn't sure how to do it.
"She's concerned about some of the things that have gone on when the
three of us make love. Between the two of you. Things that, from one
perspective, may have crossed a certain line."
Her face wilted, and her jaw began to vibrate.
"She's upset about it?"
"No. Quite the contrary. Well, she is, but not because she feels bad
about it. She's concerned about what you're thinking."
"I don't understand."
"Okay. Let me try this from another tack. You know what I'm referring
to, right?"
"Yes."
"Marianne loves you very much. More than anything in the world. More
than me, I think, which I have no problem with, because it's a
different type of love. I think she wants to express that love in ways
that she's not sure you're comfortable with."
Her eyes went unfocused for a second.
"She wants to do it with me."
"I don't know about that, exactly, but--"
"Well, what have we been doing? We've . . . we've done a lot. She's
not comfortable with it?"
"She is. She's concerned that you aren't."
"I love her; I love you. Why wouldn't I be?"
The matter-of-factness of that reply took me aback for a second. I
chose my words very carefully.
"Some people . . . might find it unusual."
"Some people would find what you and I have unusual. Like that woman
at the pound. If one of us was a guy, yeah, I could see some major
problems, but we're not. I thought incest was just male-female, not
girl-girl."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I think it still is."
"Well, fuck it. It's illegal for you and me to make love. How is this
any worse?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, I'm not saying I want to run in there and jump her bones, but
I don't have any problems with what we've been doing. It's been great,
hasn't it? What we all have is really special."
"It is."
"So don't go putting unnecessary labels on it."
"I'm not. Marianne is the one who's worried about you."
"Okay. Well, I'll go talk to her then."
I put my arm around her and hugged her. She leaned against me,
returning the hug.
"So what if we're a little perverted? A little healthy perversion is
good for you."
I laughed.
"No argument there."
"Do you want me to pretend to be your daughter sometime? Would that
turn you on?"
I laughed again, then told her about Marianne's retort to one of my ex-
classmates at the reunion the previous fall. She laughed so hard she
almost fell off the fence.
"Would you like that?"
"I think it might exceed my tolerance for weirdness."
"I'll do it if you want."
"Don't worry about it."
She pretended to pout, then hopped off the fence.
"Let's go find Marianne."
We gathered up the dogs and brought them inside the backyard fence,
where they couldn't go running off into the woods. I was concerned
about Marianne being busy with Tiffany, but Tiffany proved to be parked
in front of the television in the den, watching MTV.
When we reached the master suite, we found Marianne in her closet,
putting away a couple of new outfits. When she saw who it was, her
face creased in concern, but Hayley didn't say anything. She just sat
on the end of the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, smiling at us.
I went to Marianne and hugged her.
"False alarm, it looks like," I said quietly. "She's fine."
She glanced at her sister, then back to me.
"She's fine?"
I nodded. Marianne pulled away from me slowly and returned to the
bedroom. She didn't seem to know what to make of the grin on Hayley's
face.
"Uh . . . so."
"So," Hayley said.
Marianne looked back at me again, not sure what to do. Hayley broke
the tension after a moment or two.
"Wanna fuck?"
Marianne burst into nervous laughter, then went to her sister. They
hugged each other, giggling.
I joined them on the bed, and the three of us rolled around, laughing
and pulling each other's clothes off. They both went after my cock as
soon as it was exposed, and I completed the disrobing by pulling off
their panties in turn as they sucked on me. Marianne lost her balance
trying to help me get her drawers past her knees and fell back on her
butt, laughing again.
Hayley withdrew from my cock, stroking it and watching her sister.
Marianne met her gaze, and then crawled slowly across my body, pushing
Hayley onto her back beside me. I took Hayley in my arms as Marianne
bent to kiss her breasts. Hayley's eyes rolled back to look at me, and
I kissed her. She reached up to hold my head as we frenched deeply.
When we broke the kiss, I looked down to see Marianne suckling Hayley's
full breasts. I sat up beside her and caressed her gently, reaching
under her to fondle her tits. Hayley slid back further on the bed, and
Marianne followed her. I knelt behind Marianne, feeling up between her
legs, finding her wetness, then slipping gently into her.
She pushed back at me, and I moved slowly in and out of her tight butt,
watching the two of them. Hayley's eyes were closed, and she held
Marianne's head. Marianne brought her right hand in between Hayley's
legs, and began caressing her sex gently. Hayley let out a little
noise and arched her back.
Marianne began sliding down further, and realizing what was coming, I
withdrew and lay down beside Hayley. She tensed up as Marianne
descended between her thighs and reached for me. I held her closely,
hugging her head, and when her hand bumped against my erection, still
slick with Marianne's fluids, she wrapped her fist around it and began
stroking.
Marianne looked up at me, eyes nervous but filled with love. She
glanced at Hayley, who was rigid in anticipation. Then she lowered her
head and began to make love to her sister.
Hayley gasped at the first contact, and her hand gripped my cock
tightly. I watched Marianne licking her slowly, moving her tongue in
easy circles around Hayley's clitoris. Hayley's breath came in rapid
gulps, and her chest was rising and falling so fast that her breasts
quivered. I bent to kiss her, and she embraced me tightly. I took a
firm breast in my hand and caressed it.
All of us were too excited for this to last very long. Hayley's gasps
for breath soon turned into impassioned cries, and she groped at me
next to her. Then she was shuddering in orgasm, biting at my shoulder
and thrashing around under her sister's attentions. Marianne kept it
up well after Hayley's orgasm peaked and subsided, but finally crawled
up to kiss us. The two girls embraced and held each other closely.
Hayley came back to life in a few moments, and pushed Marianne on her
back. When she began kissing Marianne's breasts, she pulled me down
with her, wanting my help. I complied, taking the breast she wasn't
engaged with into my mouth. After a minute or two of this, she
descended further, still holding my arm tightly. I went with her, and
she pulled my head down next to hers as we settled between Marianne's
thighs.
Laying our heads opposite one another, we began licking Marianne
together, one tongue on either side. She stayed snuggled close to me,
holding my hand, as she ate her sister. Marianne put her hands on both
our heads, writhing on the bed in sweet agony. Hayley and I were
kissing each other as much as we were licking Marianne, and the
emotions of this encounter seemed to be overwhelming her. She needed
me beside her, holding her, however much I knew she wanted this. So I
did.
When Marianne finally came, she came with a shriek, clawing at my hair
and Hayley's. Her hips bucked at us, and when it peaked, she had to
push us away. Hayley curled against me, pressing her face against my
neck.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded rapidly.
"I love you."
We rejoined Marianne at the top of the bed, and the three of us held
each other for a few minutes. Marianne retrieved the strap-on from the
dresser, and she and Hayley helped me into it. We replayed the three-
way encounter of the other night, except today Hayley was on top and I
was inside her as I made love to both of them. This time they held
each other without reservation, kissing and fondling and rubbing
themselves together. I lost myself in the two of them, holding them as
closely as I could. The three of us came as one, shuddering and
gasping as my seed finally passed into Hayley.
We lay quietly together afterward, Hayley on one side of me, Marianne
on the other, heads on my shoulders, holding hands, faces pressed
tightly against my neck. Through the window, I watched the sun going
down over the ocean, still fifteen or twenty degrees above the horizon,
but beginning to color the sky. The rose and gold hues of sunset
played across the clouds and the glass of the window, sending amber
beams of light through the bedroom.
I watched a few motes of dust dancing in the light, then looked back at
the beautiful girls beside me. I hugged them, one last time, as we
drifted, warm in the sun and our mutual love, into contented sleep.
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