Serendipity - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seventeen

We went to breakfast, and the world almost seemed normal. After that, it was back to Old Town, to finish up shopping. I got my kaleidoscope, which made me almost giddy. I can still sit and look through that thing for an hour at a time. The women shopped for jewelry and pots. Hannah bought a leather vest made of buckskin that was soft and smelled delightful. She also found some kind of hot sauce that was reputed to be able to melt the spoon you stirred it with, if you left it in too long.

I had more fun watching them than doing my own shopping. Both women were beautiful, and drew the stares of men who happened by them.

It was too bad the big international balloon festival they have every year wasn't until October. I'd have like to see that too. On the other hand, according to the people I talked to, we wouldn't have been able to just drive into town and get a motel room. Not if the festival was going on.

Then it was back on the road, headed for Flagstaff, Arizona, and the Grand Canyon.

It was only four hours to Flagstaff, but since we didn't leave Albuquerque until almost noon, that put us in the vicinity of the canyon about supper time. We opted for a less impressive motel this time and, after checking in, again to one room, we went out and found a little restaurant that served Southwestern fare.

After that, we did a little sightseeing. Oddly enough, once we left that room in the Hotel Cascada, our sleeping arrangements were not mentioned again. It was kind of like, "What happened in that room stays in that room." At the same time, I think we all reflected on the fact that we had at least two more nights, and quite possibly more, depending on what we decided to do along the way.

It was a little like when the girls first started up with me. At first, it had been light, and for fun, less than serious. But I had known things were likely to heat up, if they were allowed to continue without firm rules.

But I was now with two women who were not blushing virgins. Both of these women knew the deal. I didn't have that "This is all just harmless fun" kind of feeling about this. And I was pretty sure they didn't either.

And yet, the topic of conversation never quite got around to what the future might hold.

It seemed that we delayed getting to the meat of the issue after supper by doing some sightseeing, instead of going back to the motel. We wanted to do the canyon the next day, but we didn't know what that involved. Our investigation into that revealed many options, one of which was going through the canyon on the Colorado River on a raft. Caitlin was excited at that idea.

"It says swim suits are recommended," said Hannah, peering at the brochure. "I didn't bring a swim suit."

"I'll buy you one," I said.

It took a little convincing, but she had come on this jaunt to have an adventure, and white water rafting was bound to be an adventure.

So we went swim suit shopping.

Caitlin lobbied for a two piece suit. Hannah insisted on looking for a one piece. She was trying one on when Caitlin sat down beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I've been trying to get her to wear a bikini for years," she sighed. "She just won't do it."

"Women with a few miles on them are afraid the ravages of time will be exposed if they wear a bikini," I explained.

"What ravages? You saw her last night. She's gorgeous."

"Yes, but women never think they're gorgeous," I said. "Do you think you're exceptionally pretty?"

"No."

"Well there you go. You are, and I think my behavior around you supports that position quite well. But you don't believe it because American advertising firms make it their business to convince you that you aren't pretty. Not until you buy and use the products they're shilling."

"That's terrible."

"That's freedom," I said. "Freedom isn't free. You pay a lot to have the freedom you want, and part of that is putting up with those who victimize others in the name of freedom."

Hannah stepped barely out of the changing booth. She was wearing a forest green suit that, while being a one piece, looked like it had been painted on her body. I could see her nipples even through the thick modesty panel in the cups of the top.

"It's a little small," she observed, turning to look at her butt in the mirror.

"It's gorgeous," said Kat.

"I vote with her," I said.

"You're a satyr," she said, without looking at me, and without any heat in the barb.

"Half satyr," I corrected.

"Whatever. It shows things I don't want to show. Not in public, anyway."

My groin tightened, in the expectation of what she might be willing to show again in private, later that night.

"I'm pretty sure we'll all be too busy to gawk at you while we bounce off of rocks and such," I said.

"It feels wonderful," she said. "Very stable."

"Stable?"

"Won't fall off," she explained.

"What a pity," I said. It just popped out. I swear. We had become relaxed, and comfortable in each other's company. That, alone, was crazy enough, considering what she had walked into. And what had followed had been just as crazy. And yet, the comfort level had gone right back to where it had been before any of this had happened.

Well, close anyway.

She actually stuck her tongue out at me.

"Satyr!" she mocked, and then ducked back into the changing room.

"She likes you," said Caitlin.

"I sure hope so," I sighed.

"You mean because you were afraid, when she caught us, that she'd hate you?"

"Yeah."

"Me too. But there's no way that's going to happen. She likes you a lot."

"We're family. We're supposed to like each other a lot."

"You know what I mean," said Caitlin, pinching me. "She likes you like I like you."

"You're family too.

"You want to know the crazy part?"

"Sure."

"I don't think I mind."

"You don't think?"

"It's hard to describe," she said. "A year ago, if she had told me she was going to show up at your house to ride home with us and seduce you along the way, I'd have screamed at her. I'd have been livid. You were mine. But all this stuff with Ashley and Emma made me see that no matter what, you love me. That you have enough love to go around, and will never run out of love for me."

"Of course not," I said, putting my arm around her and giving her a squeeze.

"You don't get it. Boys in school all say they love you, but then they stop loving you and start loving some other girl. And that's terrifying. It makes you feel like there's something wrong with you. But you don't do that. It's like I know, for a fact, that you'll never fall out of love with me. And that makes me feel warm and safe."

"Well, that's a good thing," I said. "And I will always love you, even when you go off to college and fall in love with some stupid boy who's younger than me and in better shape than I am."

"I think that's why I don't mind what Mom is doing. I mean I know I'm probably going to get married and all that. But she's too stubborn. This is the first time I ever saw her flirt with a man."

"You call this flirting?" I raised one eyebrow.

"She's positively throwing herself at you," said Kat.

"I'm not so sure about that," I said.

"Then you're an idiot."

"I think she's confused right now. I think walking in on us, and remembering things from the past has her doing some thinking. And that kind of processing can lead you down some blind alleys."

"I think when she walked in on us, she remembered how she felt about you back then. And now she thinks about you like that again."

"I'm not so sure," I said.

"Well I am."

I looked over at her. "So ... say something did happen. That wouldn't make you mad?"

She looked back at me.

"I was willing to share you with Ash and Em."

"But this isn't Ash and Em."

"I know. And it's kind of creepy thinking about it. I mean she's my mom. But I know her, and like I said, I've never seen her act like this around any man. She has to be going crazy inside to be doing this, and I know what it feels like to be going crazy inside because of you."

"So what should I do?"

"Nothing. Just be yourself. That's who seduced me."

I started to argue that I had not seduced her when Hannah came out in another suit. This one was blue, and while it was nice, it didn't go with her hair like the green one had. It hugged her body well, but somehow did not communicate the aura of sexiness the green one had.

"Nope," she said, looking in the mirror. "Too much cleavage."

"I still vote for the green one," I called out.

She pushed her head through cloth doors that she held tightly closed with her hands. When she saw there were no customers in sight, she opened the curtains, just for a second, revealing that the blue suit had only been pushed to her hips, suggesting my comment had demanded some response. She was showing me her breasts in broad daylight.

"You don't get a vote," she said, sweetly, and then closed the curtains again.

"See what I mean?" said Caitlin, smugly.

Hannah was clearly conflicted. She did, in fact, buy the green suit, but refused to discuss that. We had stalled just about as long as we could. If we were going rafting, we had to get to the ticket booth by seven thirty to get on the first trip of the day. They had trips where a helicopter brought you back to the park, but those were prohibitively expensive, even for me. But you could also get picked up by a bus at the end of the float, and brought back that way, which was what we intended on doing.

This motel had typical offerings, with one room, containing either one queen bed, or two full size beds. You don't have to guess what Hannah chose.

I knew this would be different, because the bed back in Albuquerque had been huge. But I had a queen bed, which wasn't quite big enough for four people to sleep in comfortably. Hence the reasoning that ended up being why Hannah walked in on what must have looked like a harem room.

But three might fit. As long as you were friends.

And ... apparently ... we were all friends again.

There were showers again. But this time there were no towels, except for the one wrapped around Hannah's head when she emerged from the bathroom. Another difference is that I was sitting on the bed, and this time I stared openly.

It was the first time I got a good look between her legs. My sister favored the triangle method of controlling her pubic hair. Basically, she had shaved away all but an inverted triangle, which pointed at pussy lips that told me where Caitlin had gotten hers. It was uncanny. I felt like I knew what they tasted like, they looked so familiar.

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said, for some reason. "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

I finally looked up at her face.

"You're very similar to your daughter in some ways."

She actually blushed, and I literally saw her nipples perk up, moving from being almost flat stains on her white breast flesh, to being actual nipples perched on pillows of darkness.

"Considering the circumstances, I'll take that as a compliment," she said.

"You should," I responded.

If anything, she blushed harder. Instead of doing something with her hair, she got into bed and pulled the covers up to cover her nakedness.

I looked at Kat, who was naked, and getting ready to go into the bathroom.

"Save me some hot water," I said.

She looked over her shoulder at me.

"I won't be long. Until then, don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said.

I didn't ask her what she meant. I was afraid she'd tell me.

There was suddenly an air of tension in the room. I looked at Hannah, who was just lying there, looking uncomfortable.

"You want the remote?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, almost eagerly.

She flipped on the TV and found a newscast. I watched along with her.

Kat came out of the bathroom naked, still drying off.

"Shower's all yours," she said.

I got up and went to my suitcase, getting out the same shorts I had worn the night before. Kat sauntered over to me and plucked them from my fingers.

"You won't be needing those tonight," she said. Somehow she managed not to look over at her mother, who I knew she was teasing.

I wasn't quite ready to tease Hannah. Not like that. So I looked over at her. She was looking straight at the TV, engrossed, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

But I knew she had.

I was at a crossroads. I'd been at a lot of those, recently. This one involved stepping out of the shower, dripping and naked, with an erection any man would be proud of.

The problem was ... what to do about it.

I could beat off, and it would go away. At least for a while. But it would come back, and I'd eventually have to go to sleep on my stomach again.

Or I could just let it all hang out ... quite literally. I knew Kat would approve.

But I wasn't at all sure that Hannah would see the "humor" in things.

I finally decided that even if I beat off and went out and lay on my stomach between them, Caitlin wouldn't let me stay that way, and eventually I would be exposed to Hannah again. That was obviously Caitlin's plan in taking my shorts. I mean there was no way she planned on having sex with me that night. So why else would she want me naked?

To put pressure on her mother ... that's why.

So, in the end, I left the bathroom with my sexual dowsing rod leading the way. I tried to pretend it wasn't there.

I don't know what they had been talking about while I was gone. They never told me. But as soon as I appeared, Kat said, "See what I mean? He's just gorgeous!" Hannah groaned and turned her head away from me, making me feel like I'd done the wrong thing. Then her head came back around and she looked me up and down. She didn't say a word, but she looked and didn't stop looking.

Caitlin had been sitting on the side of the bed. She stood and pointed to the space next to Hannah.

"You sleep there."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"And no sex!" said Caitlin, in an eerie aping of her mother's voice, the night before. Then she giggled.

"Caitlin!" groaned Hannah, and she turned on her side, with her back to where I was about to lie down.

As I got into bed, I thought about the role reversal I had just witnessed. Up until now, it was Caitlin who was outraged at things Hannah said. Now it was the other way around.

So did a little role reversal of my own.

I got into bed and scooted up to Hannah's back, pressing my boner against her butt cheeks. I slid my left hand under her arm, and, as I spooned her, I cupped one of her breasts.

"Bob!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep, I hope," I said.

"You're touching me."

"Yes, I am."

"Caitlin will see!"

"Yes, she will."

"Bob." This was said in a pleading voice. I knew what she meant. The fact that she hadn't already jumped out of bed and berated me for molesting her spoke volumes. And her plea for me to give her some relief from whatever it was she was feeling - by leaving her alone - fell on deaf ears. I knew what she really wanted. I'd finally figured that out.

But, of course, I couldn't give it to her. Not then, and not there. Not in front of Caitlin.

Besides, she might not be quite ready for things to go that far yet.

But this? This form of intimacy was something she could handle. Not easily ... but she could handle it.

"Shhhh," I said into the nape of her neck. She shuddered, and I squeezed the breast I was holding. "Just go to sleep."

"It was hard enough to go to sleep last night," came her muffled reply. "You can't do this to me."

"Then don't make me sleep naked with you anymore."

"I'm not ..." She bit off her reply. I think she had decided to try to bluff her way through it. She reached and moved my hand from where it cupped her breast, to lie on the skin just below them.

I called her bluff. I started sliding my hand slowly downwards.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and brought it back to her breast. She pressed her own hand on top of mine, so I couldn't move it.

"Night," I whispered.

And I gave her a little bump with my boner as punctuation.

You might ask what Caitlin was doing as I expanded the possibilities between me and her mother. That's easy. She crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to my back, pressing her front against me and trying to slide her hand between me and her mother, where my erection was. I wasn't willing to back off from Hannah just yet, though, so I stayed where I was.

That probably only lasted five more minutes. It took actual effort to stay pressed up against Hanna's buns, and as I felt her relax in my embrace, I relaxed too. Eventually Caitlin's hand snaked between us and claimed her prize.

That's all she wanted. She just wanted to hold my stiff meat in her hand while she snuggled against me and fell asleep.

It was easier to get to sleep that night, at least for me. I don't actually remember hearing Hannah's breathing slow, but I did hear Caitlin drop off. Her grip on my manhood loosened only a little. The only problem I had that night was that we hadn't turned the AC up, and between those two women, I got hot and sweaty. But I slept through most of that.

Most of it.

At one point Hannah lifted and turned to face me. It woke me up. My sleep befuddled brain noticed that she hadn't rolled against me to turn over. Rather she'd lifted her body and turned it in the split second she was off the sheets. That's not the kind of thing you do in your sleep.

I kept my eyes closed, and tried to breathe slowly. I felt her breath on my nose, and then my eyes. I got the feeling she was looking at me, but I wasn't sure.

Then I felt her lips brush mine, so gently that it was obvious she was trying not to wake me.

She wiggled, more or less, into a new position with her front to mine, pressing her breasts against my chest. I felt her hand fall on where she must have thought my hip was. My hip was there, but Caitlin's arm was on top of it, her hand still hanging down and gripping my prick, loosely.

Hannah moved her hand around, figuring out what she was feeling, and then she moved her hand higher. She ended up extending her arm, probably because it was more comfortable that way. But that put her hand on Kat's shoulder.

She took a deep breath and gave the kind of sigh you usually hear at the end of Thanksgiving dinner, when people are unbuttoning the top button of their pants, and loosening their belts.

When she had turned, she did so underneath my arm, which was now resting on her shoulder. I kept my eyes closed, but I lifted my arm and bent my elbow, sliding it under her arm. Then I extended it again, letting my hand fall to her lower back. I caressed the sensitive skin there gently, just moving my fingertips an inch, back and forth. I felt her hold her breath. I opened my eyes just enough to see where her lips were, and leaned to give her a brief peck.

"Go to sleep," I whispered.

I turned my face downwards just enough to keep us from being lip to lip and nose to nose. I hoped that would make it easier on her.

Again, I don't remember hearing her fall asleep before I was in dreamland again.

I also didn't feel her get out of bed, but when Caitlin woke me up by stroking my cock slowly, her mother wasn't there. I got up to use the bathroom and Hannah wasn't anywhere in the room. When I got back, Kat was sitting up in bed.

"Where is she?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"You mean we're alone?" Her avid voice made it clear what she was thinking.

"Let's not screw this up," I suggested.

"The only thing I want you to screw is me," she said, smiling.

"Maybe I can finally find your G-spot," I said.

She flopped willingly back on the bed, with her legs spread. This was a game we had played before, where I reached a finger deep into her and "tried to find her G-spot" by rubbing every square inch of the inside of her birth canal. She especially loved it when I played with her cervical lips, and if I sucked her nipples while I was doing that, she always had a bone crushing orgasm.

She was primed. It only took me three or four minutes to reduce her to a gasping, limp body.

Which turned to be a good thing, because Hannah keyed herself into the door just as I removed my finger from her daughter's pussy and scooted away from her. Caitlin was oblivious, and just panted for air.

"I found a paper and got some tourist pamphlets," said Hannah as she came in the door. She stopped, staring at the heaving breasts of her daughter. "Did you two ...?" She sounded unhappy.

I rolled onto my back and displayed an iron hard penis.

"Would I be able to present you with this if we had?" I asked.

"What's wrong with her? Why is she acting like she just ran a mile?"

"I didn't use this on her," I said, reaching to grip my cock. "I saved that for you." I grinned what I hoped looked like a sinister smile.

It was a joke, just something to lighten the atmosphere. But I forgot that this was no joke to Hannah. She had embarked on a path she thought she'd never walk along, and she wasn't at all sure it was a good idea.

"Stop that!" she barked. "I couldn't sleep last night because of you."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I'm exhausted. I finally got up and went for a walk."

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"No you're not. You like making me ..."

"Horny?"

She slumped. "This isn't working."

"That's because you're so stubborn," panted Caitlin. "If you weren't so stubborn, you could feel like I do right now."

"What did you do?" asked Hannah, again on the edge of anger.

"He just made me feel good, that's all," said Kat. "With his fingers and his lips. That was all."

"Ohhhhh," groaned Hannah, closing her eyes. "I need to be home."

"You need to be in bed with Uncle Bob," said Caitlin. "I have to pee." She jumped up with youthful athleticism, and bounded into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"I really am sorry if I put too much pressure on you last night," I said.

She just looked at me, clearly frustrated.

"I think she might be right, though. It's just my opinion."

"You think I need you to ring my bell?" She sniffed. "That's just like a man."

"I think you need something you haven't been able to find in a long time," I said. "You were doing fine, making your way through life, and then I screwed things up for you by reviving memories long buried. I can't do anything about that. But those fantasies you used to have? Those are something I could work with ... if you let me."

She glared at me. "Bastard," she growled.

"Or not," I said, rolling to the other side of the bed. "The last thing I want to do is complicate your life more than I already have."

"It's a little fucking late for that," she said.

"You want to skip all the tourist stuff and drive straight through?" I asked. "We can get you home in eight or nine hours."

She looked like she was thinking it over.

"No," she finally said.

"That means two more nights on the road, if we stick with the original plan," I warned.

"I know that," she said, testily.

"We can get two rooms," I said.

"No!" she said immediately.

"Then what do you want?" I asked.

"I'll let you know when I figure it out!" she snapped.

I walked around the bed and approached her. She looked wary, but not afraid. I took her in my arms. She leaned her upper body back and stared at me.

"Last night you kissed me," I said.

"It was a moment of weakness."

"Now I get to kiss you, and it's not because it's a moment of weakness. It's because I want to kiss you."

I reached for her face and pulled it towards mine. Her hands went to my chest, but only planted there. They didn't push.

I kissed her. I kissed her like I kissed Caitlin.

She went rigid, but stayed that way only for a few seconds. Then her hands slid from my chest up over my shoulders and her arms went around my neck and suddenly, she was returning the kiss with passion that was astonishing. Her tongue dueled with mine and our hands were all over each other's back. We were still writhing like that when Caitlin came out of the bathroom.

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