The Rent A Man Blues
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Bob and Megan did not make love again in the morning. They
kissed, and the kiss was full of both warmth and the knowledge that
neither regretted what had happened. They didn't know what would
happen in the future, but there were no second thoughts about the past.
Hiroto and Sinho were already eating when Bob and Megan came into the
dining room. The girls, and Akio were absent. That's
because the girls were indulging in their newfound fascination for what
they had discovered together, and Akio was, again, eavesdropping
through the wall, listening to the sounds of pleasure while he
masturbated. When he spewed, it was on his sheets, as he had done
the night before. He didn't care about that. Someone else
was responsible for cleaning the sheets. That was part of
his schisming attitude. America - and the Tomlinson family -
would eventually change Akio Nakimura at least as much as they had already changed Hamako. But, of course, no one knew that yet.
So, when the young people finally straggled in to breakfast, the adults
were finished. The boat was heading back toward land. There
would be time for a little fishing, and some sunbathing, if anyone
wanted to do that, but minds were already turning to what the future
would hold back in the city. Final plans would be made.
Documents would be drawn up, reviewed, and signed. Steps would be
taken to arrange for the lease of property, and the construction or
renovation of a factory.
All this was anticipated to take no longer than a week, and then the Nakimuras would return to Japan.
For Megan, things would begin moving toward a future that hopefully
held brisk sales of a new product that she hoped women everywhere would
embrace. She knew there would be bugs to work out, both in the
process of starting the company and in the hardware and software they'd
be selling. But those were simply tasks to complete.
What was unsure in her mind ... was what to do about Bob.
For both girls, the situation was both less and more complicated.
That their relationship had changed radically, they both
accepted. Their feelings were too strong, and too real to simply
disregard. But both girls, upon seeing Bob that morning, had felt
things stir in their loins. It was obvious to both girls that
they were not simply lesbians, because they both wanted a man
too. In fact, they both wanted the same man. And their
newfound intimacy let them talk about that during the day as the boat
sped them towards shore. They knew their relationship with each other
would continue in some form or fashion.
What was unsure in their minds ... was what to do about Bob.
Bob, himself, was much more pragmatic about things. His
relationship with Megan had changed. He liked that change.
He hoped their intimacy would continue. At the same time, he knew
that Sam's ghost hovered over them, and that it might prevent what mere
mortals wished. And he was aware that Raleigh and Hamako had
crushes on him. That was interesting too, because both girls were
legal and free to do whatever they wished. So there was no
impediment to him giving either of them some attention.
What was unsure in his mind though, was how such attention toward one, might affect his relationship with the other two.
All of which translated, when they returned home, to each of them spending time alone ... apart ... thinking about things.
It was a break that would let them all catch their emotional breath, and calm down.
At least for most of the rest of the day.
They were still hosting the Nakimuras, of course, and that meant taking
at least dinner with them. And because Hamako went with them as
the interpreter, Raleigh went with them too. Hamako made the
arrangements over the phone, giving Hiroto the name of the restaurant
to give to the taxi driver.
Preparing for dinner involved dressing for dinner, and that brought
things sexual back to the forefront. Bob just happened to walk
into the bedroom as Megan was getting ready. She was wearing only
bra and panties, and he stopped to admire her. Her eyes met his
in the mirror and she flushed.
"Have I told you today how beautiful you are?" asked Bob.
"No," she said. "Have I told you today how full of it you are?"
"No," he said. "How could we both be so careless?"
She snorted at him, and went back to doing things to keep her hair on top of her head.
Bob looked at the dress laid out on the bed. It was low cut.
"You wearing that?" he asked.
Her eyes flashed to his in the mirror again. "Yes. Is there something wrong with it?"
"Not at all," he said. "But you should probably go without the bra."
She stared at him for a second, her hands going still.
"You wish," she said.
"I do," he admitted.
She dropped her hands and turned on the bench to face him. Her
face was flushed, wisps of loose hair floated around her head.
"What are we going to do, Bob?" she asked. The seriousness on her face made him want to get a smile out of her.
"Take off that bra and I'll show you," he said, smiling.
She called his bluff. Her hands went behind her and, like magic,
the bra slackened and then fell into her lap as she shrugged her
He stared. Her nipples were erect.
"Do we have time?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"Then why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to see your eyes like that," she said. "And
because you need to be taught a lesson. This isn't a game,
Bob. The feelings I have for you aren't some schoolgirl crush."
"You think I'm playing with you?" he asked, licking his lips unconsciously.
"No," she said. "But I also know you have feelings for the girls."
"I can't help that," he said. "They just exist. Like my
feelings for you just exist. I've been around you both for years."
"Not Hamako," said Megan.
"Something in me loves the women in this family," he said. "Hamako has become part of the family."
"True," said Megan. "Did you know they made love last night?"
Bob jerked. "No!"
"They came to me ... worried. From what I can tell, they went to
bed, excited by kisses you gave them. And apparently they ...
experimented ... and liked it. They didn't know how to deal with
the feelings that generated. They were afraid they had discovered
they were lesbians."
"Wow," said Bob.
"Raleigh said they both still wanted you, though, and asked if that meant they weren't lesbians."
"Being a mother is interesting," said Bob.
"She doesn't know we did the same thing," said Megan.
"Except the outcome was different," he said. "I'm still worried I
might be a lesbian, because all I think about is the three of you
naked, and I'm not interested in men at all."
She didn't smile. Instead she turned back to the mirror and
her hands went to her hair again. It made her naked breasts rise.
The stiff nipples looked off in skewed directions.
"I'm thinking of finding out what it takes to become a Mormon," she said.
Bob blinked. Of all the things she might have said, that was the last one he would have expected.
"They don't do that anymore," he said.
"Well I have a feeling we need to find some sect that does," said
Megan, looking at him in the mirror again. "I don't think I'm
going to give you up ... and it's pretty clear they don't want to
"They don't have me in the first place," he said.
She chuckled, which startled him. It was the first sign of humor she'd displayed.
"Men are so blind," she said. "Why did you give them good night kisses?"
"They asked for them," he said.
"And if they ask you to take them to bed, what then?"
"That's different," he argued.
She stood and walked slowly to him, her hips swaying. She draped
her arms across his shoulders, but did not embrace him. Her newly
lipsticked lips came up to brush his, before she leaned back and stared
"I guess you're right," she said. "All you did was kiss me in the
water, beside that boat. And that all came to nothing ... didn't
it." She smiled with her lips, but her eyes were serious.
He put his hands on her waist. "Look. I can resist a couple of teenaged girls," he said.
She let her loins sway forward and bump his gently.
"What if I tell you you don't have to?"
She laughed at the shock on his face as her words registered, and pushed away from him.
"I can't believe how all this makes me feel," she said. "I feel
so alive! Now, go into the bathroom and take care of that
lump in your pants. And then get dressed. We need to get
there before them. Go on. Hurry up!"
The Tomlinsons had ordered aperitifs, alcoholic for Bob and Megan, and
virgin for the girls, and were nursing them when the Nakimuras
arrived. Megan had, indeed, left the bra off, which meant
Bob was distracted. There had been no opportunity for him to talk
things over with the girls. He had no idea how he'd even approach
that. He just knew it had to be done. What he had
discovered with Megan was too precious to just abandon. The
girls, probably because they were trying to nourish that part of them
that still wanted male companionship, had decided on their own to put
Akio between them at the table. That he recognized that was clear
on his face as he approached the table. His autocratic manner had
already moderated significantly, and he'd only had close contact with
Americans for a few days. He happily sat down between them and
said "You two look hot tonight."
Raleigh rolled her eyes, but smiled. Hamako kept her face straight, but said "Thank you."
The meal was relaxed. Bob and Hiroto talked about the next day's
schedule. Bob and Hamako would go with him. He had done
business with Americans before, of course, but not in America. He
would feel better with people on his team when he
negotiated. But that didn't take long, and soon the
conversation, what little there was, concerned inconsequential things.
Back home for the evening, they separated again. Megan wanted to
go over the code in her software again. Raleigh wanted Hamako to
see a particular movie they had on DVD. So Bob sat down at the
computer in the den to check his email. After that was done, he
started to click the machine to sleep, but then remembered the file
Raleigh had been reading, and that had contained language that was
He did a search for files that contained the words "fiddling
around." The file was hidden in a path that was seven folders
deep. When he got to that folder, it contained some sixty
files. The file names were interesting.
"uncle_bobs_tractor" was one. "broken_in_by_uncle" was
another. He saw "fiddling_around_with_uncle_bob!" in the middle
of the list. The name "bob" was in lots of the file names.
He double clicked on the "fiddling" file, and began to read.
They weren't twins, but Raleigh and Hamako could easily be transposed
into the places of the girls in that story. When he looked at the
clock in the bottom right corner of the screen, he realized he'd been
reading an hour. The program said he was on page 53, and that the
whole thing had 140 pages. The story amazed him, primarily
because Raleigh had been reading it. It was hot, and nasty ...
and about nieces who had sex with their uncle.
He realized he was stiff in his pants. And that it was
late. The last thing he needed was for someone to come along and
find him reading this stuff.
He dumped the file, put the computer to sleep, and went to find Megan.
She had just come from the shower. She tossed the towel she had
used into the hamper and rolled onto the bed. She reached for a
book and opened it, arranging her pillows to prop her up. Bob
went to the dresser and got out some sweat pants to sleep in.
"Whatever you do, don't break your leg," he said, before he could think about it.
"Nothing," he said. "You have beautiful legs, and I'd hate to see them get hurt."
"You never look at my legs," she said. "You look at my breasts. You, Bob Tomlinson, are a tit man."
"Guilty as charged," he said.
"So was your brother. I'm used to it."
"Are you?" he asked, serious.
She closed the book and laid it aside. Getting up, she went to the door. Holding the knob, she turned to him.
"Have you kissed the girls goodnight?"
He blinked. "No."
"Are you going to?"
His penis twitched in his pants. It had only softened a little,
between the computer and the bedroom. He hadn't thought anything
would happen that night. He was only planning on going to bed
when he entered the room.
"I have no idea," she said. "I think I'm in the process of going barking mad, as that British woman on America's Got Talent would say."
He thought. It would be easy to rush into things.
"I found something on the computer," he said. "Something Raleigh has hidden there."
"You mean the dirty stories?" Her face was calm.
"You know about them?"
"I'm a programmer, Bob," she said. "You really think somebody could put things on my machine and I wouldn't find out?"
"But you left them there?"
"I knew she had a crush on you. She's a big girl. I read
romance novels. She reads internet smut. What am I supposed
"So you knew she liked stories about girls who ... um ... do things ...
with their uncles. At least I assume the others are about that
too. I only opened one."
"The one about the girls who play music and like to get sexy before their concerts."
"That's a good one," she said.
"You've read them?" he gasped.
"They're hot stories, Bob, and I know the guy she's feeling naughty
for. If I pretended I was your niece, then it was a nice, fun
fantasy, with no guilty feelings. I've read them all."
"Does she know that?"
"Oh good grief no," said Megan. "Now are you going to go kiss
them goodnight or not? I want to lock this door and go to bed."
He froze, thinking. "Shit!" he said.
She laughed. "Men are so predictable. Go kiss them.
Then come back here. I'm going to take my top off, and go to bed."
She laughed again as he finally moved, going past her through the door.
Megan was thinking that men are men. Or maybe that men are
pigs. That's understandable. She thought he was getting as
much as he could, from as many women as he could. Many men do
But that's not what was on Bob's mind as he moved toward the last place
he'd seen the girls. What was on his mind was that this was an
intolerable situation. He knew how he felt about Megan, and he
sensed some true commitment coming back at him from her. But
there was no way she'd agree to share him with two other women.
Women just didn't do that. Not American women, anyhow.
The problem was that she was right. He did
have feelings for Raleigh. And they were deep. Knowing that
her fantasies involved him - she hadn't changed the name of the uncle
in that story to something else - it was only harder to sort out what
to do in this crazy situation. And that didn't even include
Hamako, who was a wild card, cute, vivacious, sexy, and apparently
So what he was on his way to do was mix things up a bit, in an effort to make
things move forward ... one way or the other. He had something in
mind, but he didn't actually intend to kiss either of the girls.
Somehow, though, when he found them leaning against each other,
shoulder to shoulder, watching the ending of a movie and holding hands,
his plan got a little garbled.
"Your mother sent me to kiss you goodnight," he blurted.
"Oh?" Raleigh lifted her hand and clicked the pause button on the
remote. The two girls stood up together. "That's
funny. Akio isn't anywhere around."
"I think she wants me to remind you both that you still like men too," he said.
Hamako stopped breathing and her mouth went into an "o".
Bob pulled Raleigh to him and gave her a repeat of the kiss from the
previous night, with tongue, and with his hands on her ass. She
practically vibrated in his arms. When he pulled back, he spoke.
"I know about the stories on the computer. I read one of them. Your mother knows about them too."
That was the only part of his original plan that came out. He
wanted her to know that her fantasies were known of by others. He
had hoped that would force her to face them, and talk to him about
them. He knew things could be ironed out if they could talk
"Shit, shit, shit!" she gasped, stepping back.
He let her go and turned to Hamako, who looked worried.
"Do you want a kiss?" he asked.
She blinked. "I don't know."
"Good girl," he said, and turned.
"Wait!" she yelled.
He turned back and she crashed into him, her face thrust up. She hummed
during the kiss, which he didn't hold back on, and kept her eyes closed
afterwards, swaying gently, with her arms out for balance.
"This is crazy," he said, and hurried back to the bedroom.
Megan was reading again when he got back. But this time she was
reading topless. She lay her arms at her sides and let him look.
"See? I told you. You're a tit man." Her voice was cool.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, closing the door.
"I think you know what I want," she said.
"No. I don't," he said, taking off his shirt.
"Keep going," she said.
He removed his pants and stood in boxers. "I don't think you know what you want," he said.
"I want you to take those shorts off," she said.
"This isn't you," he moaned.
"Then who is it?" she asked, closing the book on a bookmark and setting it on the night stand.
"I don't know," he sighed.
"Take off your shorts and go shave," she said.
She pushed her panties down, bringing her knees up so she could remove
them and toss them on the floor beside the bed. She planted her
heels on the mattress and let her knees drift apart. She saw him
look, and caressed the insides of her thighs with her fingertips.
"My skin is very sensitive here," she said. "I don't want your whiskers to scratch me."
"Who are you?" he insisted.
"I'm the woman you made me into over the last ten years, Bob. I'm
tired of worrying and wondering and dreaming. I'm just going to
do what feels right from now on. That's who I am. Now go shave!"
He did. He took his shorts off in the bathroom. He brushed
his teeth too, and then, in the middle of that, laughed.
Considering where his mouth was going to be in a few minutes,
minty-fresh breath wasn't going to mean much.
He exited the bathroom, his erection pointing the way. Megan was
still lying on the bed, her knees sagging open in welcome. She
clapped her hands like a little girl and said "Oh goody!"
And that was when the door Bob had forgotten to lock opened, and Raleigh rushed in, saying "Mom, we have to talk!"
Everybody in the room froze. Raleigh looked at Bob, and at his
penis, which she was seeing for only the second time ... and in the
same condition as it was the first time she gazed upon its
magnificence. Then her eyes went to her mother, whose pose could
not possibly be mistaken for anything but what it was - sexual
welcome. Her eyes popped back to Bob, and her face went through a
series of motions that made it look almost like it was melting.
Then she turned, and ran back the same way she had come.
"Damn," sighed Megan, who threw her legs toward the side of the bed and
sat up. "I'd better go talk to her. You can wait here."
"Should I get dressed?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "We'll see how things are when I get back."
She walked to her closet, reached in, and came out with a robe, which
she drew on and belted. She headed for the door and found Hamako
standing there, looking scared.
"What happened?" asked the girl. "Raleigh went crazy and is
yelling and throwing things." Her eyes slid past Megan to Bob,
who was still standing there, naked. His erection had sagged a
bit, but simply looked as if it curved downward. Her eyes got big.
"Oh!" she said.
"I guess you should get dressed," said Megan, looking over her shoulder
at him. Then, to Hamako, she said "And maybe you should stay here
with Bob until I get back."
"With him?" Hamako's normally high voice squeaked.
"Would you rather he stay naked?" asked Megan, much too calmly for the
circumstances. When Hamako only kept staring at Bob, Megan said
"You two work it out, okay? I need to go talk to Raleigh before
she breaks something."
Bob felt the need to cover his genitals. But then he remembered
that this girl, too, allegedly had a crush on him. If that was
so, then perhaps he would work on that issue while Megan worked on
"Come on in," he said. "You want me to put something on?"
She stayed frozen, until her whole body jerked, almost as if her spirit had left her body, and then re-entered.
"I don't know," she said, sounding dazed. Then she jerked again. "Yes ... I suppose."
"You could just get naked with me if you want," he said, keeping his face quite serious.
"Me?" she squeaked again.
"Kidding," he said. He stepped back into the bathroom and
retrieved his shorts. He took them outside, though, and put them
on while she watched. When he looked back at her she looked
vaguely disappointed, and was flushed.
"I can always take them off again later, if that's what you want," he said.
Now she looked over her shoulder, as if she was afraid someone was
behind her, watching all this. When she turned back to him, she
said, helplessly. "I don't know what's happening. I don't
know what to do."
He waved a hand at the bed.
"Have a seat. Maybe If I try to explain it to you, I'll understand it myself."
Raleigh had gone to the pantry, of all places. She sounded like
she was having an argument with someone, except when Megan opened the
door, her daughter was alone. Raleigh looked at her through
"How could you do this?" she wailed.
Megan stuck her hands in the pockets of the robe and leaned against the doorjamb. "You told me to, honey."
Raleigh blinked four or five times.
"Shit!" she said. She turned in a circle, throwing her hands up in the close space. "I didn't think you'd actually do it!"
"Neither did I," said Megan. "And neither did he, by the way."
Raleigh sank to the floor, sitting Indian style. She looked tired.
"I know what I saw," she said.
"Yes, you do," said her mother. "But you have no idea why things looked like that."
The girl looked up. "What do you mean? It was obvious what was going on."
"Some of what was happening was obvious. But there was much, much more that you don't know about."
"Such as?" Raleigh's voice was sarcastic.
"Such as we happened to be talking about you when you burst in without knocking."
"I shouldn't have to knock in
my own house, to talk to my own mother!" complained the girl.
"Wait. Me? You were talking about me?"
"We were talking about the fact that Bob is in a house with three
women, all of whom love him, and want him the way you found us.
We were talking about what to do about it."
"What?" Raleigh struggled to her feet. She started grabbing
cans of food, which she had moved from their normal place to other
shelves, and putting them back where they belonged. "No way,
Mom. I saw what was going on in there!"
"If you mean that I was going to make love to Bob, yes. That was
going on. We've only done it once, and I wanted to do it at least
one more time before he was in a situation where he had to choose
between us. I admit it. I was being selfish."
"Once?" Raleigh stopped and looked at her mother. "That's all? Once?"
"Last night," said Megan. "After you tried to worm your way into our bedroom."
"I was just joking around," said Raleigh.
"Were you?" Megan reached for her daughter's chin and gripped it,
making the girl look at her. "Really? Look at me and say
you didn't actually want to sleep naked with Bob again."
To her credit, Raleigh didn't look away. It was obvious she wasn't happy, but she didn't look away.
"Okay. Maybe a little."
"A little? What is this all about then?"
"I don't know," moaned Raleigh. "He said he found my stories, and
that you had read them too." She blinked, and pulled her chin
away. "Is that true? Did you really know about them?"
"For years," said Megan. "I didn't think you having a crush on Bob was so terrible."
"Was it that plain?"
"It was to me. He didn't know. The big lug didn't know that either of us were nuts for him."
"I didn't know you were," said Raleigh. "I thought you were
crazy. I mean there he was, around all the time, and he was the
perfect man for you. But you just treated him like ... I don't
know ... Uncle Bob!"
"That's because he is Uncle Bob."
"Not any more," said Raleigh. "Not legally, I mean. Not by blood."
Megan nodded. "That's true. But it was the way we thought
of him. I didn't want to tinker with anything and possibly lose
him. I wasn't sure he was interested ... that way."
"Then you're blind," said Raleigh. "I saw the way he looked at you."
"When I wasn't looking, most likely. And I saw the way he looked
at you when you weren't looking. You teased him all the time, and
he felt guilty for feeling what he felt about you."
"Really?" Raleigh looked happier for the first time.
"What we have, dear daughter, is a man who loves both of us. In fact, he told me that he loves all the women in this family. And he included Hamako in that."
"She's nuts for him," sighed Raleigh. "No man has ever treated
her like he does. She'd let him do anything he wanted to with
"As would you?" Megan arched an eyebrow.
There was a long pause, and this time Raleigh did look away. "Maybe," she finally said.
"Then you should know how I feel, and why you found us that way."
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