Serendipity - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Sixteen

You cannot kiss a woman and look sideways to see what another woman is doing. Not and make the kiss convincing. And I was pretty sure that kiss needed to be convincing. She didn't try to eat my mouth, or anything like that. She just kissed me. And I kissed her back. I kept my hands off of her, which I thought was a good touch.

We broke the kiss to find that other woman standing right beside us.

The two women glared at each other.

"Go put something on," said Hannah.

"What if I don't?" Caitlin stuck her chin out.

"Then I'm going to take something off," said Hannah.

Did you ever think about how hard it is to "stomp off" when you're barefoot? I never did. But I understood that concept as Caitlin stomped off to the bedroom. I watched her go, not because she was naked and looked fabulous from behind. I just watched her go. She was the only one moving, you know? And Hannah watched her go too. Then she looked at me.

"Don't push it," she said, softly.

"I could say the same thing to you."

"You don't have the right to say it to me."

"Okay," I said, capitulating. "I don't want to fight. In fact, I feel incredibly lucky right now, because you're not out buying a gun to shoot me with."

"What good would that do?" she asked. "My daughter would hate me, and I'd go to prison. That's not my idea of a good time."

"Still, I appreciate you cutting me so much slack."

"Not so fast, Bubba. I'm not cutting you even one ounce of slack."

"I don't understand any of this," I said, letting my confusion out.

"Neither do I," she said. "I'm just going with the flow."

"That ... is going with the flow?" I suggested, looking at her breasts and then back up to her eyes again.

"I don't know what that is," she sighed. "I'm a little confused right now."

"You're confused?" I gaped.

"I didn't bring any pajamas, okay?" Her face hardened.

"I'm not complaining," I said, meaning that I wasn't trying to be difficult.

"Really?" she said, meaning she thought it was a compliment.

"Caitlin is complaining," I said, diplomatically. My sister already thought I was half satyr. The last thing I needed to do was appreciate her in any sexually oriented manner.

"Oh, her," said Hannah, tossing one hand. "She's just jealous."

"That's what I'm confused about," I said. "Why would you want to make her jealous?"

"I don't know," confessed Hannah. "Maybe because I saw you first."

I blinked.

"You mean all that stuff about when we were younger?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I thought I was over you. Now, I'm not so sure."

"That's crazy," I whispered.

"As crazy as you bedding three teenage girls in one night?"

I blinked some more. What could I say?

Before that line of conversation could go any farther, we were joined by Caitlin, who had opted to put on her own bra and panty set, perhaps to compete with her mother. Sadly, hers was a very utilitarian white cotton ensemble that, while it would have been quite acceptable twenty-four hours earlier as "sexy attire," now paled sadly beside what her mother was wearing.

Actually, the comparison was fascinating. Caitlin was the model of sexy youth, full of vim and vigor, svelte, like a young lioness ready to hunt and choose which antelope to take down. The bra she was wearing hugged her breasts tightly, and the panties covered more than some of her bikinis. Still, she would cause the sap to rise in any normal man who got to see her like she was.

Hannah, on the other hand, was like ripe fruit. Where Kat was a rock hard peach, with the promise of sweetness to come, her mother was the peach ready to take a soft, luscious bite out of, which would let juices drip from one's chin. The breasts cupped lovingly in that maroon lace were both larger and heavier than Kat's younger ones. This is not to say they looked saggy. They did not. She could no longer pass the pencil test, like Kat probably could, but that wasn't a bad thing at all. Hers were breasts that a man could cup and maul in his hands, lifting their mass and moving them around on her chest. Her hips were wider than Kat's, and her legs had more flesh on them, but again, it was all in proportion. She also had the advantage of color coordination. Kat's hair was blond, almost platinum blond, which was not set off by the white cotton that covered her. Hannah had auburn hair, with red highlights, and the maroon lace seemed to have been picked just to go with that hair. Her hair was still wet, hanging straight down, but it did nothing to lessen the impact she had.

I realized I needed to sit down somewhere, because if I didn't, it was going to become evident that I was being affected.

Instead, I announced it was my turn in the shower. I took a pair of running shorts in there, because I was smarter than the women. And I masturbated under the water, gasping as I watched my silvery semen slip down the drain, thus rendering me incapable of any faux paux's in the erection department, when I went to join the ladies afterwards.

There was a tense silence in the living room when I exited the bathroom. Other than the muted television, which was showing some kind of nature show, there was nothing going on. I had no idea what they'd talked about while I was in the bathroom, but apparently they'd exhausted that line of conversation.

Now my problem was that Hannah was in the recliner, and Caitlin was on the couch. I had this uncomfortable suspicion that, if I sat on the couch, Caitlin would scoot over and cuddle with me. I was pretty sure that would qualify as "pushing it," and I didn't want to go there again.

So I made another cup of coffee. It was unlikely I'd get much sleep, considering how much caffeine I'd have ingested by the time the couch was vacated and I could lie down, but I had already decided that somebody else could drive in the morning. When the coffee was ready I leaned against the counter, sipping slowly.

"Are you going to join us?" asked Hannah.

"I'm not so sure about that," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"And why is that?"

"I don't want to push anything."

"What's that mean?" asked Caitlin.

"He's just trying to be clever," said my sister.

She got up and told Caitlin to sit in the recliner. There was a short argument, during which Hannah exhibited how astute she was, when she explained why I hadn't come in and sat on the couch.

"Of course I'd cuddle with him," said Kat.

"Which is why he didn't come in here," said her mother. "He knows that would distress me."

"Oh," said Caitlin, who didn't have an argument to counter that.

"So you sit there," said Hannah, pointing at the recliner, "and I'll sit there." She pointed at one end of the couch. "Leaving Bob the other end of the couch. We can all be comfortable and civilized at the same time."

"I don't know about the comfortable part," I said under my breath.

"What?" asked both women.

"Nothing," I said. "Actually, I'm kind of tired. "And we have a full day tomorrow. I should probably hit the sack."

"All right," said Hannah.

"There's another TV in the bedroom," I said. "You guys can keep watching your show in there."

"I thought you wanted to sleep," said Hannah.

"I do," I said. At that moment sleep seemed impossible, but that was my story and I was sticking to it.

"Won't the TV keep you awake?"

"Not if you turn it down low," I said.

"All right," she said again. "I've been thinking about this."

"About what?" I asked, confused.

"About who should sleep where."

"That's easy," I said, showing how magnanimous I was being. "I'll take the couch, and you two can have the bed."

Hannah tilted her head and stared at me.

"That's not what I meant," she said.

"Not what you meant about what?" I asked, frustrated.

"What I meant was the arrangement we'll be in - all of us - in the bed."

"I told you. I'll just sleep on the couch," I said.

"Oh, no, no, no," she said. "That wouldn't do at all." Her voice reminded me of one of those old TV villains, smooth, and silky ... and dangerous.

"Why not?" I asked, confused again.

"I'm not having you sleep on a couch and strain your back, and then have to listen to you complain the rest of the trip."

"I won't hurt my back," I said. I still didn't understand what was going on. "I'll be fine."

"You won't hurt your back because you'll be sleeping on a proper bed. I think the best place is for you to be in the middle."

"The middle?" I asked. My voice sounded strained, even to my own ears. "Between you two?"

"Yes," said Hannah.

"I agree!" chirped Caitlin.

"Well I don't!" I said. "That won't work at all!"

"Bob," said Hannah, sadly. "Surely you can do without sex for one night."

"Of course I can," I said, heatedly. "In a bed, with no beautiful women in it, too."

"Thank you," she said, acknowledging my unintended compliment. "But I'm sure you'll be fine."

"You have no idea how I'll be," I snarled. I already felt the urge to jack off again. Just being in the room with the two of them was devastating to my self control. How much harder would it be to lie right next to them in bed?!

"You'll be the gentleman I know you can be," said Hannah.

I went and stood right in front of her.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

I expected her to say it was part of my punishment, like taking piping hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and then saying, "Oh no, Bob, you can't have any. These are for someone else. I didn't make enough for you to have any."

But that's not what she said at all. She said something else entirely.

"Because I want to."

Now you might think that the situation, as described, was as bad as it could get.

You'd be wrong.

The vote was two to one that I was going to be sleeping in the same bed with them, between them. So I figured that I'd lie on my back, with my arms at my side and, somehow, go to sleep. It was the best plan I could come up with.

And, when we ended up in the bedroom, and Hannah pulled the covers back to expose what looked like an acre of sheet, it looked like there would be plenty of room for each of us to have our own space.

"No sex!" said Hannah, looking at Caitlin. "Agreed?"

I think Caitlin was so elated that she at least got to sleep next to me that she was malleable.

"Deal," she said.

"And don't think you can be sneaky about it," said Hannah. "I'm a light sleeper."

"I know that, Mother," groaned Kat.

"All right," said Hannah.

Then she reached behind her in that way that makes women look double jointed and undid her bra. She shrugged it off and tossed it on the chair by the window.

Luckily, I had just taken a breath, because my upper body was paralyzed. Her breasts were just as gorgeous as I'd imagined them. Her areolas and nipples were the same color, a dark, reddish/brown color that made them stark against her milky white breast flesh. Before either Caitlin or I could react, she bent and the panties joined the bra.

Then she climbed onto her side of the bed.

"Mom!" gasped Caitlin.

"I didn't bring any pajamas," said Hannah, easily. "Besides, I always sleep in the raw."

"Mother!" groaned Kat, apparently unable to mount further verbal outrage.

"You can sleep naked too, if you want," said Hannah. "As long as there's no sex. Obviously the two of you are used to that."

I felt light headed and realized I'd been holding my breath ever since her breasts had appeared. At first, I had no idea what to do. Then I realized that my cock was already well along in showing its appreciation for Hannah's naked beauty. My original plan, to sleep on my back, was hastily discarded. What got me onto that bed was the urge to lie on my stomach, and hide my boner.

What got Kat onto the bed, was the fact that her mother and I were in it. She wasn't about to leave us there alone.

So she got in.

And yes, she got in naked too.

There's a thing called Transcendental Meditation, which I had heard of in college. It's supposed to be very good for stress relief. It had sounded pretty sweet in the introductory presentation they had made, but I hadn't taken the course when it was offered, because it cost money, and when I was in college I didn't have any. So all I knew was that it involved using a mantra to center yourself and rise above what was causing you problems in life.

I didn't know how to do it, and I certainly couldn't start humming "Oh wah, ta goo, Siam" over and over, but I thought about it desperately as I felt the heat emanating from two naked bodies on either side of me.

Oddly, women seem to have some kind of switch inside them, that enables them to decide that, if sex isn't on the program, then sleep will just have to do.

Of course I had no idea what was going through their minds. I would not find out about that for several days. But the fact is that I was positive there was no way in the world that I was going to get to sleep that night. Lying on my stomach hid my erection, but then my body weight pressed against it, and I had the urge to ... wiggle. I needed to beat off, if for no other reason than that an orgasm would release some of the stress in my body. But of course, I couldn't do that either.

I have no idea how long I lay there. It seemed like hours. All I know is that, at one point, Hannah let out a soft snore. And not long after that, Caitlin's breathing made it clear she was asleep too.

And I guess that, somehow, the fact that two naked women were able to lie next to me and fall asleep, I was able to drift off too.

Maybe it was sheer exhaustion.

And I stayed asleep.

But I didn't stay on my stomach. I guess it was just too uncomfortable, or unfamiliar or whatever.

I know this because, when I woke up the next morning, I was on my back.

I also noticed that, during the night, the women had moved as well.

That's because both of them had rolled toward me and, as if it were a genetic trait, had slung an arm over me.

I just listened, when I woke up and realized the current physical relationship between the occupants of the bed.

My arms were out, and a woman was lying on each one. Two hot breasts pressed against each side of my chest. One of Hannah's legs was on top of mine. Both women were still asleep, based on the almost spookily slow breaths each took in, and let out. While my conscious mind might have been oblivious of all this while I was asleep, my unconscious senses had recognized the situation and made the obvious needed alterations to my body. It thought I was going to have sex, and it got me ready for it.

So, basically, I went to sleep horny, with a boner, and woke up the exact same way.

The conundrum was whether to move or not. I was "somewhat convinced," to put it in poll taker's language, that if Hannah woke up like she was, she wouldn't be all that happy about it. On the other hand, I'd had a lot of time, before I went to sleep, to think about her behavior since she arrived. Having time like that had let me connect her comments about how she felt in her youth, and how Caitlin had been the one to live out that fantasy, to her actions since then. Your sister doesn't just get naked and get in bed with you. Unless her earlier fantasy has been revived.

But there had been no sex.

Was the fact that she was plastered against me just a fluke? Or was it some subconscious desire to be plastered against me?

Kat's position was completely familiar. She always cuddled up against me when we slept together. Well, the few times we'd slept together. I kept forgetting that all this sexual turmoil had only been going on for a little more than a week. At least the full throttle stuff. It felt like Kat and I had been together for years.

Hannah moved, and her breathing changed. As if that simple alteration to the atmosphere was palpable, Kat's breathing changed too. I rolled my head toward Hannah, and saw that her eyes were open. I felt Kat lift her head.

Hannah did not retreat.

Neither did Caitlin.

"Morning," said Hannah, her voice slurred with sleep.

"Morning," returned Caitlin.

I remained silent and still. Hannah spoke again, leaving her cheek on my shoulder.

"When I was young, about the same age you were when you first went to visit your uncle, I felt the same way about him that you do now."

Kat lifted her head, and stared across my chest at her mother.

"Really? Wow."

"Sure did," said Hannah, softly. "I wanted him to be my first."

"Wow," sighed Caitlin.

This wasn't an argument. It was a mother telling her daughter something amazingly intimate, which the daughter understood completely. That kind of thing is pretty rare, I suspect. That is sad, because in those few moments of waking, a bond was made between mother and daughter that could not have been made any other way.

"What happened?" asked Kat.

"He ignored me," said Hannah. "I grew up and realized how silly that fantasy was."

"It wasn't silly," said Caitlin.

"Yes it was. That kind of thing isn't allowed."

"You're saying what I feel isn't allowed," said Kat.

"Yes. No. I guess I'm saying that nobody else would be able to understand it."

"But you do," said Kat.

"Oh yes," sighed Hannah. She moved her naked thigh on mine.

"Why were you so mad, then?" asked Caitlin.

"Because you got to live out my fantasy," said Hannah.


It was silent for a while. Nobody moved. I thought about how interesting it was that the musketeers had been able to be intimate together, like the intimacy being shared at that moment between mother and daughter. I was positive that wasn't a common trait among women. The average woman just isn't willing to share a man with other women.

But somehow, I'd fallen in with the ones who could.

I hadn't really given a lot of thought to the future. Not when it came to the musketeers. I think my thought process at that time was that what had happened was a fluke, exploration that had gotten out of hand, and which was now over. I had expected the sex to come to a screaming halt with Caitlin too. And I had never thought I'd be in this position with Hannah.

But now I was. And all this was going to affect the future.

The problem was that I was like an airplane. People were involved in moving me from place to place, for different purposes. But I had no real say in the matter. I felt like that now. Both women were expressing their feelings, and those feelings were very intimate. The fact that Hannah was pressed against me awake, suggested things that made my dick flex in my shorts. I lifted my head and saw that there was an impressive tent down there.

Apparently both women figured out where I'd looked, because they raised their heads together and looked too.

"Oh my," sighed Hannah. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've seen one of those?"

"Mom!" chided Caitlin, but there was no vitriol in her voice.

"Actually, it was yesterday morning, now that I think about it," said Hannah, disregarding the lack of propriety of the conversation. "You're lucky. He's got a good one."

"Mom!" Caitlin was clearly scandalized, even though she was stark naked, separated from her also naked mother only by a man.

"Not that I got that good a look," said Hannah. "I was a bit distracted."

"Please don't tell me you're going to ask to see it again," said Caitlin.

"Would that shock you?"

"Yes, it would!"

"Well, you get to see it. Why can't I? You obviously don't mind sharing him with your friends. Why not me? It's not fair."

"Not fair," I groaned.

"Don't tell me you're on her side," said Kat, lifting her head off my shoulder and glaring at me.

"I'm not on anybody's side," I said. "I just remember how often I kept hearing that phrase when you three girls were expanding your horizons."

"Expanding their horizons," said Hannah. "That's rich. It almost makes it sound like you were all professorial."

"He was quite pedantic, at first," said Caitlin. "He kept trying to warn us that we were playing with fire."

"You were," said Hannah.

"Well sure, we know that now," said Kat. "But he was just so cute and cuddly that we were sure we could control him."

"I hope you learned your lesson," said Hannah.

"I did," said Caitlin, sounding chastened. "I had no idea I'd fall in actual love with him. I mean I've loved him for years, but I didn't know it could be like this."

"That's the one thing I feel better about," said Hannah.


"That you experienced that with the right man. Well ... not the right man. But a good man. A man who cared what happened to you."

Her hand moved, and her fingertips explored my chest. When they ran into Caitlin's arm, they did not flinch. Neither did Caitlin.

"Though he didn't care enough to wear protection," amended Hannah.

"We tried to do that," said Caitlin. "It was hard sometimes."

"Yes." That one word spoke volumes about Hannah's own experiences.

"So what do we do now?" asked Caitlin. Her voice was strained. This was a dangerous question.

"I have no idea," said Hannah.

Her leg moved on mine again.

"I can tell you one thing, though," she said.


"I sure miss waking up like this."

"You mean with a man?"

"I mean with a man I feel very strongly about."

I finally decided I needed to get up. My bladder was unhappy.

"The man you feel strongly about needs to go to the bathroom," I said.

Both women rolled away from me and let me have my arms back. That was comical, because both arms were completely asleep. They hung, uselessly as I sat up, and flopped, uncontrolled as I had to scoot down to the foot of the bed. I glanced at the women, and both of them were watching me. I saw Hannah's eyes run up and down my body, pausing at the tent.

I made it to the bathroom, and by then pain was shooting through my arms. But I could begin to use them now, so I managed to push my shorts down and sit on the toilet. I pushed my erection down and worked a bit of urine through it. That unleashed the flood and I sighed with relief.

When I stood up, I was still hard. There was no way I was going back out there with a boner. So I closed my eyes and tried to remember what they looked like as I got off the bed. Hannah had been on her side again, having rolled back toward the warm spot I had just vacated. Her daughter was lying on her back, her legs slightly spread, her bulging pussy lips prominent. I wondered what Hannah's sexual lips looked like.

With that thought in mind, it was easy to coax a load out of my balls, and into the toilet.

When I went back out, the front of my shorts was relatively flat. Hannah was standing beside the bed, getting dressed. Caitlin was rummaging through one of her suitcases.

Hannah looked at me, standing there with shorts on and nothing else.

"What a shame," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"It's gone."

"What's gone?" I asked, reflexively.

"That beautiful erection."

"Mom!" complained Caitlin.

Hannah pulled another silk blouse from her suitcase, and put it on.

She did not put on a bra first.

I don't know whether Caitlin saw that or not, but when she put on the clothes she'd selected, she left her bra off as well.

Silly me just stood there and happily watched them get dressed. Then, when they were finished, they both turned to look at me.

"You can't wear that today," said Hannah. I looked down at the shorts I was wearing.

"Yes," said Caitlin. "You need to wear real clothes. We're going to be with you, and we don't want you to look like a hobo."

"Hobo?" I said.

"We saw pictures of them in school, in American History, third hour," she said, helpfully. "And please shave."

"I don't know," said Hannah. "He looks kind of rugged with that five o'clock shadow."

"It scratches," said Caitlin.

Hannah shot her daughter a look. "I imagine it does."

Caitlin, emboldened by the circumstances, went to my suitcase, which was still open from the previous evening. She took out clothes and handed them to me.

"Put these on," she ordered.

I decided to teach them a lesson. I pushed my shorts down and stood up, naked in front of them. If they were going to flaunt it, then I was too!

But all they did was watch me, as I slowly pulled on the things Caitlin had given me.

Did I mention that she hadn't given me any jockey shorts?

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