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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
"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
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."
"I didn't bring any
pajamas, okay?" Her face hardened.
complaining," I said, meaning that I wasn't trying to be difficult.
said, meaning she thought it was a compliment.
complaining," I said, diplomatically.
My sister already thought I was half satyr.
thing I needed to do was appreciate her in any sexually oriented
"Oh, her," said
Hannah, tossing one hand. "She's
"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."
"You mean all that
stuff about when we were younger?"
sighed. "I thought I was over
you. Now, I'm not so sure."
"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
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
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
hunt and choose which antelope to take down.
The bra she was wearing hugged her breasts tightly, and the
covered more than some of her bikinis.
Still, she would cause the sap to rise in any normal man who got
her like she was.
Hannah, on the other
was like ripe fruit. Where Kat was a
rock hard peach, with the promise of sweetness to come, her mother was
peach ready to take a soft, luscious bite out of, which would let juices drip
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
that wasn't a bad thing at all. Hers
were breasts that a man could cup and maul in his hands, lifting their
moving them around on her chest. Her
hips were wider than Kat's, and her legs had more flesh on them, but
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
cotton that covered her. Hannah had
auburn hair, with red highlights, and the maroon lace seemed to have
picked just to go with that hair. Her hair
was still wet, hanging straight down, but it did nothing to lessen the
I realized I needed to
down somewhere, because if I didn't, it was going to become evident
that I was
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
any faux paux's in the erection department, when I went to join the
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
show, there was nothing going on. I had
no idea what they'd talked about while I was in the bathroom, but
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
was vacated and I could lie down, but I had already decided that
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
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,
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."
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.
said. "Actually, I'm kind of
tired. "And we have a full day
tomorrow. I should probably hit the
"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
"Not if you turn it
down low," I said.
"All right," she
said again. "I've been thinking
"About what?" I
"About who should
"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
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
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?" I
asked. My voice sounded strained, even
to my own ears. "Between you
"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
cookies out of the oven and then saying, "Oh no, Bob, you can't have
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
"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
acre of sheet, it looked like there would be plenty of room for each of
have our own space.
"No sex!" said
Hannah, looking at Caitlin.
I think Caitlin was so
elated that she at least got to sleep next to me that she was malleable.
"And don't think you
can be sneaky about it," said Hannah.
"I'm a light sleeper."
"I know that,
Mother," groaned Kat.
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
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.
"I didn't bring any
pajamas," said Hannah, easily.
"Besides, I always sleep in the raw."
groaned Kat, apparently
unable to mount further
"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
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
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
it was offered, because it cost money, and when I was in college I
any. So all I knew was that it involved
using a mantra to center yourself and rise above what was causing you
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
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
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
against it, and I had the urge to ... wiggle.
I needed to beat off, if for no other reason than that an orgasm
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,
the fact that two naked women were able to lie next to me and fall
was able to drift off too.
Maybe it was sheer
And I stayed
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
I just listened, when I
woke up and realized the current physical relationship between the
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
each took in, and let out. While my
conscious mind might have been oblivious of all this while I was
unconscious senses had recognized the situation and made the obvious
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
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
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
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
Hannah did not retreat.
Neither did Caitlin.
Hannah, her voice slurred with sleep.
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
same way about him that you do now."
Kat lifted her head, and
stared across my chest at her mother.
"Sure did," said
Hannah, softly. "I wanted him to be
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
could not have been made any other way.
"He ignored me,"
said Hannah. "I grew up and
realized how silly that fantasy was."
silly," said Caitlin.
"Yes it was.
That kind of thing isn't allowed."
"You're saying what I
feel isn't allowed," said Kat.
guess I'm saying that nobody else would be able to understand it."
"But you do,"
"Oh yes," sighed
Hannah. She moved her naked thigh on
"Why were you so mad,
then?" asked Caitlin.
got to live out my fantasy,"
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
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
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,
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
But now I was.
And all this was going to affect the future.
The problem was that I
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
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
"Oh my," sighed
Hannah. "Do you have any idea how
long it's been since I've seen one of those?"
Caitlin, but there was no vitriol in her voice.
"Actually, it was
yesterday morning, now that I think about it," said Hannah,
the lack of propriety of the conversation.
"You're lucky. He's got a
was clearly scandalized, even though she was stark naked, separated
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
"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
"Don't tell me you're
on her side," said Kat, lifting her head off my shoulder and glaring at
"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."
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."
"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
"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
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
That one word spoke volumes about Hannah's
"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
"I can tell you one
thing, though," she said.
"I sure miss waking
up like this."
"You mean with a
"I mean with a man I
feel very strongly about."
I finally decided I
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
and by then pain was shooting through my arms.
But I could begin to use them now, so I managed to push my
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
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,
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
With that thought in
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
Hannah looked at me,
standing there with shorts on and nothing else.
"What a shame,"
"What?" I asked.
"What's gone?" I
Hannah pulled another
blouse from her suitcase, and put it on.
She did not put on a bra
I don't know whether
saw that or not, but when she put on the clothes she'd selected, she
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.
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?" 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."
Hannah shot her daughter
look. "I imagine it does."
Caitlin, emboldened by
circumstances, went to my suitcase, which was still open from the
evening. She took out clothes and handed
them to me.
"Put these on,"
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
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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