Deadly Chemistry
21 Year End
MY ‘DATE’ with Robyn after the show was interesting and informative. I’d asked her what she wanted to do and she suggested going to Potawatomi Zoo. It was a pleasant day and I paid the modest admission fee to get into the zoo. We just started working our way around the paths to our right. The first thing, of course, were the tigers.
“Isn’t it sad?” she said as we looked at the beautiful animal through the glass. “He’s all alone in there. He has, like, about the same amount of room as if we were locked in our houses and could never go out. He should be roaming over miles and miles of terrain that he rules and instead he’s here in a glass cage.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But what are you going to do. Look. He was bred and born in captivity. If he was turned loose in the wild he’d probably be prey instead of a predator.”
“That’s how people are, too,” Robyn said when we’d managed to get over by the petting zoo. I looked at her because I wasn’t sure anymore what the topic was. “We’re bred and born in captivity and if you turned us back into the wild we’d be prey. We’re domesticated animals like that cow. Somebody decides if we’ll be a milk cow or a beef cow. If we’ll be bred to a bull or led to slaughter. Even whether or not you’ll be allowed to keep your balls. Oh, you’ll probably keep them through high school, but will your college professors let you keep them? Will your wife castrate you? Will they get shot off in some war like Hemingway?”
“Is that why you’re always so sad, Robyn?”
“I’m not sad. I’m happy-go-lucky.”
“You don’t fool anyone. We don’t know why you are sad, but we know you are. You don’t let anyone close enough to know why.” I stepped up to the snack bar and got two ice cream bars and handed her one. We went to sit on a bench and I noticed her lip was quivering. Oh boy. I hope I didn’t hurt her.
“Is that why you have so many girlfriends?” she asked. “You get them to tell you their dark secrets that they can’t tell anyone else?”
“I don’t know if any of my girlfriends have dark secrets or not,” I chuckled. “I do know, though, that if they tell me something I don’t tell anyone else. That includes you, Robyn. If you tell me something, I won’t tell anyone else.” She sighed and bit her ice cream bar.
“My mom,” she said flatly.
“You aren’t being abused, are you, Robyn?”
“Not like that. Have you ever seen my mom?”
“I don’t think so. I remember seeing your dad once or twice.”
“Mom didn’t respond well to being a mother,” Robyn said. “She tried to kill me when I was six months old.”
“You’re kidding! I mean, I know you aren’t, but they’d put her in jail for that, wouldn’t they?”
“She said it was an accident. But she got stranger and stranger. Drove down a freeway entrance the wrong way once and almost got a dozen people killed,” she said. “A doctor said she was mentally unstable.”
“That’s pretty broad, but there are treatments for that kind of thing.”
“Oh, they treated her, all right. Electroconvulsive therapy.”
“That’s…”
“Electroshock. They pretty much burned out the part of her brain that made her who she was.”
“They did that in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. That’s cruel.”
“They sedate you before they electrocute you now. The thing is, it didn’t change anything. She just started hiding it. And she’d whisper to me. ‘Don’t let a boy fuck you. You’ll end up just like me: pregnant and your life ruined. Stay a virgin.’ Then she shows me secret messages she found in the crossword puzzle or heard on the TV.”
“Oh geez! I’m sorry, Robyn. I had no idea what you go through at home.”
“Doesn’t make any difference, really. She can’t drive now because they took away her license and Daddy hid the car keys. She just sits in front of the TV all day copying down secret messages. Then she reminds me that if I let a boy touch me my life will be ruined. It seems I was born just five months after Mom and Dad got married.”
“I don’t know what to say, Robyn. I don’t know how I can help you. But I’ll listen as your friend anytime you need to talk. You don’t have to bear it all alone.”
“Let’s go look at the monkeys.”
I took Sora miniature golfing Saturday night.
“Brian, I give you explicit permission to try anything you think you can get away with without anyone seeing or that no one would care if they did see. You remember the unwritten rules of mini-golf?” Sora asked. Okay. This was flat-out going to be fun. Well, maybe. A couple with two small children started out right behind us. “Little eyes are watching you,” Sora sang. We couldn’t play faster because there was a foursome ahead of us, so we let the family play through while we sat down for a few minutes. I put my arm around Sora and kissed her ear, pretending to whisper something. She scrunched her shoulder up and little goosebumps raised all over her arms. And her nipples. They were clearly visible under her halter top. I think I understood the reason for her short, full, little miniskirt. I cuddled up to her from the back and asked her to show me the proper swing for this hole. She spent a lot of time wiggling her putter and her butt against me. Then she sank a hole in one.
I lined up my shot and Sora pressed herself against me from behind. She reached her right hand around and placed it on my hand on the putter. Her left reached around and pressed against my groin and swollen cock.
“We need to make sure this stays out of the way of your swing,” she said. It took me four strokes to get the ball in.
I found out about half way through the game that she had the skimpiest little pair of panties on that you can imagine without going to butt floss. That’s what my left hand discovered as I slipped it under the hem of her skirt while she was demonstrating a three-wall bank through the windmill. About the time I found her bare butt, she swung and her ball bounced against one of the blades and rolled all the way back to the tee. She spun around and planted a kiss on me that let me know I’d found exactly what she was hoping I’d find.
By the end of the game we could hardly keep our hands off each other. We’d even stopped behind King Kong for a few minutes to kiss while I slipped my hand up under her halter top and fondled her breast and she stroked me near to coming. We agreed that if we went another round we’d end up fucking on the eighth hole.
“May I spend the night with you, Brian?” Sora asked.
“Only if you can stand to politely say goodnight to my parents in your cute little pajamas without running out the door screaming.”
“I hear your dad gets inspired by your girlfriends. Your mom should have a good night.”
As it turned out, Mom and Dad were playing gin at the kitchen table when we got there and, knowing that Sora played pinochle, pressed us into a game with them as soon as we came in. Mom and Dad have a principle that they never play partners so it was Sora and Mom against Dad and me. Mom says it keeps your spouse from getting mad at you when you make a mistake. Dad rolled his eyes. We still managed to lose three games straight.
“We need unwritten rules for this game like we have in mini-golf,” Sora said as we were playing. I opened my mouth and looked at her.
“What kind of unwritten rules are there in mini-golf?” Mom asked.
Sora proceeded to explain. She did it with such careful wording and casual phrasing that it took a while before Mom and Dad copped onto the fact that we’d been playing mini-golf before joining them for cards.
“Well, it’s getting late and I’m tired of playing cards now,” Mom said. “We’ll leave you to close up before you go to bed, Brian.” It was clear that Mom and Dad were heading to bed. “Will we see you for breakfast, Sora?”
“If I can wake up by then,” Sora grinned at Mom.
“Hmm. I might have trouble waking up myself,” Mom said, looking at Dad. He took her hand and she led him to their bedroom.
“Wait,” Sora whispered to me. “I forgot to put my pajamas on and kiss them goodnight.”
“Brian, we’re not ready to go all the way yet. I want to, but I don’t want to spring it on you like I did tonight. I want to give you time to build up to it the way you did with Whitney. Well, maybe not as long as it took with Whitney, though. I figure if I can be your date to Brenda’s party next weekend, that should be long enough,” Sora said.
“If we go miniature golfing again, I guarantee you it won’t take a week to build up to it.” It turned out that it was a good thing that I didn’t push to have Sora say goodnight in her pajamas as she hadn’t brought any. When we had brushed our teeth, we simply went upstairs and started making out, slowly removing each other’s clothes. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and it was painfully obvious that I was ready for anything.
Sora was… beautiful. I’ve begun to believe there is no such thing as an ugly naked woman. Sora was shaped differently than any of my other girlfriends. She was athletic like Whitney, but nearly a foot shorter. And considerably bustier. Not that she was stacked like Brenda or Rose, but Sora had beautifully rounded breasts that stood proudly on her muscular chest. In addition to being a cheerleader, Sora was a gymnast and had broad, powerful shoulders. Sadly, we didn’t have a gymnastics team, so cheerleading was where Sora used her skills. But I understood that she was as devoted to gymnastics summer camps as Whitney was to basketball camp. I think the only fat on Sora’s body were those soft, pliable breasts with their hard nipples. She pulled me to a standing position and stood in front of me.
“I know Brenda might have shown you some cheerleading moves—probably Rose, too. But I want you to know what a gymnast’s body is capable of.” With that she sank into full splits facing to my left. Then she pivoted until she was facing my right, never lifting her butt from the floor. She bent forward to put her hands on the floor between us and lifted herself up on her hands, keeping her legs in that fully split position as she pushed forward until she was standing on her hands with her legs in the splits. Her legs closed so her feet almost touched the ceiling and her luscious bubble butt faced me. As she sank to her elbows, her back arched and her legs came toward me, curling down to the floor. She pushed herself back up on her hands so that she was supported only on her hands and feet. Talk about bending over backwards for you. The high point was her open and neatly trimmed pussy facing me. Her hands came up off the floor as she slowly straightened to face me. “See anything you liked?” she asked.
“You are amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Oh, I’m sure the ones you’ve seen didn’t look that different. The fact that I’m Asian shouldn’t change any of the basic characteristics.”
“Um… How did that happen?” I asked. “I mean, neither your parents nor Monte have the same Asian characteristics as you.”
“I was adopted. I’m half Vietnamese, left courtesy of an American soldier. A lot of mixed race babies were brought to the United States for adoption just before the fall of Saigon. I got brought over and Mom and Dad instantly adopted me. I was lucky. Some of the babies never did get adopted. I guess orphanages here were better than in Vietnam, though.”
“I always wondered what heritage made you so beautiful. May I kiss you, Sora? All over your beautiful body?”
“Kiss me and love me all night long, Brian. I give you permission for everything but vaginal and anal penetration. May I have the same?”
“With all my heart, Sora,” I answered.
Interestingly, Sora wanted to try out anything that she could do gymnastically and receive sexual stimulation from. I always thought that was just a guy fantasy to have a contortionist as a girlfriend. To Sora, she’d worked for years to develop her abilities and wanted to find out which ones could bring her the most pleasure. Of course, we had no equipment to work with—balance beam, vault, rings, bars—but Sora had incredible strength and flexibility, and some positions were extremely pleasurable even if they couldn’t be held for long. For example, she had me sit in my chair and then she did a handstand gripping the edges of the chair. She lowered herself until she took my cock in her mouth and spread her legs so I could eat her. I kept a hand on her back to help with her balance, but she was only able to push up to breathe three times and then descend on me before we had to find a new position.
By breakfast time, I was exhausted and Sora was asleep. I went downstairs and put a pot of coffee on the timer and set bread to rise, then I stumbled back upstairs and into bed with Sora. I never heard Mom or Dad stir.
“Mama Marilyn,” Sora said innocently as we were eating miniature elephant ears at the breakfast table. It was after ten. Instead of baking the bread, I tore the dough into sections and tossed it in oil to fry, then sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar.
“What is it, Sora-daughter?” Mom asked. She had a slightly bemused expression on her face. Dad was sitting right next to her and was completely ignoring the Sunday paper as he fed her pieces of elephant ear between her sips of coffee.
“Would you mind terribly if I moved in with Brian this week? It’s the last week of school and I’m sure there will be a number of girlfriends in and out. It’s senior week and I don’t have to attend classes. I thought that I could help keep the house cleaned and meals on the table for you. You know?” I looked at Sora. She must have practiced that whole speech with Sam. It sounded almost identical to one Sam had used over spring break. Mom looked at Dad and he had a stupid grin on his face.
“I suppose that would be okay. Can you share with Jennifer and Courtney? Oh my! We have to get ready to go. Their graduation is at two o’clock.”
“That’s wonderful,” Sora said. “I hear they share very nicely. And it will be nice to share Brian with a couple more grads.”
“Is there anything else you need?”
“It would be nice if we had a bath upstairs, but as long as you are okay with a bunch of teenage girls running around in their panties, we can keep using the one down here.” I thought Dad was going to split his gut with the belly-laugh that came out of his mouth.
“That was the wrong argument to use, Sora,” Mom explained. “Put in those terms I’ll never get him to put a bath in upstairs!”
It was nothing short of thrilling to watch Jennifer and Courtney receive their diplomas. Nearly four years ago, Jennifer had the audacity to crawl naked into my sleeping bag at the dude ranch. The next time we met, she brought Courtney with her as a surprise and we discovered that we all three really liked each other. And it built from there. Both girls had openly declared that no matter who else I was with, they fully intended to be my lovers well into the future. I think they were hoping to be my lovers’ lovers as well. They liked playing with girls.
They were more than happy that Sora would be spending the week with us. They were staying in Kokomo another night so they could attend the various graduation parties but would be waiting for me when I got home from school on Monday. It was the first time that it worked out so well to have their school calendar running a week earlier than ours.
I saw William after the graduation as well. He wasn’t the least bit antagonistic toward me and Jen and Court linked arms with him as they approached me. Wow!
“Give him the news, William,” Jen said, prodding him.
“Um… Brian, I wanted to say thank you for the introduction you made. I’m going to Notre Dame this fall. I got a good football scholarship. Your friend there—Reggie—said that if I had your stamp of approval, he was my friend until I proved unworthy. I know that’s a lot for me to live up to, but I’ll do my best not to let you down.”
“Bill, don’t let yourself down. You’ve got a lot of talent, but you’re going to have to work hard off the field as well as on if you’re going to make it at Notre Dame. Reggie will show you the ropes but succeeding is going to be your responsibility. Got it?”
“Oh, I got it. Go Irish!”
“Go Irish!” we all responded.
“Oh. I brought you something,” William said. With that, he took Jennifer’s and Courtney’s hands off his arms and put them on mine. “Take good care of these ladies,” he said. “I really do kinda love them.” The two girls kissed him on the cheek and he was off to join other friends.
“I don’t know when you did whatever you did, but this whole year William’s been like a different person. The first time you met, I thought you’d kill each other,” Courtney said.
“If it had come to that, the killing would all have been one-sided and I’d be dead,” I laughed. “We just met and came to an agreement.”
“Well, you’d better take Sora home and satisfy her tonight,” Jen said, pulling Sora to her. “Because tomorrow night, you’re going to have two WildKats in your bed along with her and after all the parties tonight, I can guarantee we’re going to be horny.” With that, Jen turned to Sora and said, “If I can’t kiss my girlfriend, can I kiss my lover’s lover?”
“Why don’t you kiss the lover’s lover and the girlfriend,” Sora said. Well, a lot of people were staring after that.
Most of our teachers figured out that once the seniors started flaking off it was almost impossible to keep the attention of anyone else. There were rallies and speeches and awards that preceded graduation and most of our finals were already out of the way. The all-school awards ceremony was a surprise to me. Not the ceremony, but what happened. With almost all the attention on seniors, there were still awards given to underclassmen and general awards that seniors were included in. I thought it was strange that they still gave a perfect attendance award. Of course, my entire dating group was out of the running for that since nearly all of us took the week Denise was killed off. That still tied my stomach in knots and twice in the past month I’d gotten to thinking about her and had to run to a restroom in order to throw up. There were still no leads and I was getting goddamned pissed.
Then they did the athletic awards and presented the lettermen’s jackets to our varsity players. I wasn’t even listening when my name was called. Carl shoved me toward Coach Mitchell.
“What? I hardly played at all,” I said as he handed me my jacket. It even fit.
“The rules say that you must have played in fifteen varsity basketball quarters. You met the criteria,” Coach said. “Congratulations.”
Crap! I never thought I’d win a varsity letter.
I was also recognized and presented my state championship speech award when the debate team received theirs. The rest of our forensics team was called forward to be recognized and awarded a little trophy for the third place overall in the state. Now that was cool!
There was a citizenship award for each grade, recognition of class officers, special achievements, and other club awards, like the chess team who won the district championship. Who knew? It took most of the afternoon and when it ended, Principal Richter announced that school was out and the busses had come. Of course, I had three hot girls in Sora’s car waiting for me when I left the school in my new jacket.
Hurricane Betts, Addison, and baby Madeline were waiting at home for us on Friday. Sorry. That was kind of derogatory and left over from the bad old days. Betts was a world of peace and calm as she sat in a new rocking chair in the family room nursing little Maddie. When I walked in, Betts grabbed a cloth and started to pull it over her breast and the baby’s head, but she took a deep breath and pulled even more of her top away from where Maddie was diligently sucking.
“Come and meet your niece, Uncle Brian,” Betts said softly. Aw shit! There was certainly Betts’ swollen boob and a halo of rosy areola surrounding Maddie’s lips, but that baby was just the sweetest innocent little thing I’d ever seen. She had one hand resting on top of Betts’ breast and I reached over and slipped my finger between the hand and my sister’s flesh. Maddie had quite a grip and held my finger tight up against Betts.
“You are the sweetest and most precious little girl in the world,” I said. Betts was blushing with the back of my hand pressed up against her bare boob, but she wasn’t pulling away. “That looks yummy,” I whispered. “Wanna share, Maddie?”
“Brian,” my sister hissed. “If you think you’re going to suck milk out of my breast… you’ll just have to wait until your niece is finished.” Her eyes were a little glazed and I had a feeling that Maddie stimulated her more than she was willing to admit. “Time to switch, little one. That one’s empty,” she said. She pulled her top down to expose her other full breast and managed to wedge Maddie off the first and get her attached to the second. Betts seemed slow to pull her top up and I reached out a finger to pick up a drop of milk from her nipple. I stuck it in my mouth and grinned at Betts. Betts covered herself and grinned at me. “Grow up, Brian. Maddie needs a cousin.” I turned to the doorway where Jennifer, Courtney, Sora, and Addison were discreetly waiting their turn to coo over the baby.
“Madeline needs a cousin,” I said to the girls. “Anybody want to go make one?” Addie looked shocked. My three girlfriends giggled and then all raised their hands. Addie raised hers, too.
“You are terrible, Brian Frost,” my sister said. “And Addie! How could you?”
“Are you kidding?” Addison asked. “Ever since I told people I was going to come out and record a show they’ve been asking if I’d do him. Of course I would. With his other girlfriends’ permission.” Other?
Miss Polly: Are they all here, Brian?
Me: Everyone who could be, Miss Polly.
Miss P: Wait. I don’t remember meeting this one.
Me: Miss Polly, this is my sister’s sister-in-law, Addison Partridge. If I understand correctly, that means we have no legal relationship and therefore she can be my girlfriend today. Addison, meet Miss Polly. And for those of you watching in our Seattle market, thank you for sending me your best! [Addison blushes.]
Miss P: It looks like everyone in the kitchen is busy making something. What’s cooking?
Me: We’re having a party! It’s an annual tradition. All the girlfriends and the boys get together at Brenda’s house the day after school gets out. I know our viewers are seeing this a week after we record it, but for us, school got out yesterday and as soon as we leave the taping today, we’re headed to Brenda’s house for our year-end party. As you can guess, it takes a lot of food for twenty-five teenagers and we’re all glad you have such a big kitchen. Let’s look at the menu. You recently met Robyn and we’ve asked her to fry up a whole bunch of her grandma’s chicken recipe. That’s about the most substantial thing that we’ve ever had at our party. And Addison just arrived yesterday, but the salmon she sent by air freight got here at the same time. We’ll talk a little more about the difference between grilling salmon on an alder plank and poaching the salmon in parchment. I think everyone will like both.
The segment ran long, but Harvey said that we’d use it all. It was just too much fun to have our whole crew plus Robyn, Addison, and Ms. Sullivan together on the show. Elaine came directly from school to the set, as had Renee. Sarah still had a week of classes at Oberlin and wouldn’t make it. Hannah… Neither Hannah nor Denise would be with us this year.
At the end of the show, the guys came up and joined us on set, including Kevin, who I noticed always stayed close to Geoff.
Miss P: Brian?
Me: Always remember, girlfriend. No matter what…,
All of us:… we all still love you.
We gathered up all the food and took it straight to Brenda’s where we changed quickly into our bathing suits and headed for the pool. The Lenoxes managed to reserve the pool for us for three hours, which was a good thing because somewhere along the line someone lost the top to her bikini and before too long, most of the girls were topless and all the guys were hard as a rock. There was a lot of playing pairs games like Marco Polo and tag with a lot of body parts being touched. The agreed-upon rule was that in the pool touching any exposed skin was okay. Of course, not every girl divested herself of the top, but I was shocked when Addison grabbed me from behind and I felt her naked boobs pressed into my back. I ducked us under and when she let go I came up facing her. She still had her top in her hand.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” I said.
“I know, but it was such a good opportunity to invite you to touch me,” she said.
“The thing is, pretty much anybody else could also consider it an invitation to touch you.”
“You mean any of the boys could just grab my boobs?” she asked, horrified.
“Or girls,” I added.
“Help me with my top, please,” she said. We fumbled around for a minute and she made sure I got a couple handfuls of tit-flesh. “I thought I was just with you.”
“Well, I think most of the guys would have asked before they just grabbed you since they don’t know you well. I’m not so sure about the girls,” I laughed. “But in general, our pool rule has always been it’s okay to touch any exposed skin.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, Brian,” she said hugging me. “I mean, I know I’m not one of your girlfriends and haven’t signed your agreement. I just felt so accepted here that I got carried away.”
“Addie, even without signing the agreement, everyone who comes to the party is protected by it. That’s why I don’t think anyone would try anything with you any more than with Robyn or Kevin or Lamar. This is the first time in a long time that we’ve had non-signers at the party, but you are our guest and you are safe. You just have to know what the rules are.”
“The time has come,” Brenda said when we’d all gathered in the basement. Thankfully, both Kevin and Robyn had left. I knew Lamar was cool and I figured Addie would be able to handle anything after I warned her what was coming. I’d even managed to warn Nikki and let her know she could refuse to participate if she wanted or just to tell Brenda and she’d take her name off the list. I wasn’t sure what she’d decided. I just knew that I was going to get paired up with someone. I didn’t know who. It didn’t make much difference. Sora had made sure that each of ‘my’ girlfriends got a chance to have a nice long lip-lock with me during the afternoon. We were going to be alone in my room tonight and even though only a couple people needed to know that, she’d made especially sure that Whitney, Liz, and Sam knew what was going on. Jen and Court knew early in the week and had made arrangements to spend the night with Sam. Thankfully, Addison hadn’t asked to join the party in my room and was being diligent to keep up her agreement with Betts to wake up with the baby at night. Addie was as in love with Madeline as all the rest of the family. Since it was obvious that Geoff and Josh were both stag, she’d been spending a lot of time with both of them.
“Brian and…” she stretched out the suspense. I hung my head. “Louise. Seven minutes in heaven.”
“What?” I asked. Louise was the only person in the room that I really hadn’t shared any kind of intimacy with at all, except the day she and Carl walked into my room to find Brenda and me naked in bed. And even then, all she did was threaten me if I didn’t make her girlfriend happy. I guessed this was okay because Louise was laughing and threatening Brenda on her way to the closet. I shook my head and followed her in. The door closed and we were alone in the dark. I stood there and her arms went around my neck.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
“Louise, you don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do anything. I really like you and I respect your choices to be with just Brenda and Carl.”
“Listen, boyfriend of my girlfriend,” she whispered. “Our tongues are going to dance together while we lick out the incredibly hot slit of our cheerleader girlfriend. Just for curiosity’s sake, I’d like to know what you taste like before you’ve got her come all over your face.”
“Oh.” I met Louise lip-to-lip and our mouths opened to let our tongues play. She was a good kisser and apparently, she thought I wasn’t bad either. There was no space between us as we kissed.
“Brenda said you were a good kisser. I might have to get lessons,” she giggled. “Listen, I’m not afraid of you. I don’t want your cock in my pussy, or my mouth for that matter. But I’m likely to hold it while you are pushing into Brenda. There are degrees of intimacy and Brenda links us together. You might not realize it yet, but it links you to Carl, too. He has even less desire to have anything to do with your cock. But our girlfriend… You know she has a kinky side? There’s going to be a time at least once—and I’m guessing a few times—when your cocks are going to be separated by a thin membrane while one of you is in her pussy and the other is in her ass. She gets so hot when we talk about doing her three ways at once that she comes before we touch her. Get used to the idea, lover. We’re going to be very naked together in the near future.”
“Time’s up,” Brenda yelled as she opened the door. Everyone seemed disappointed when we stepped out of the closet with all our clothes on.
We helped clean up and then Sora, Addison and I headed back to my house. Addison knew Sora was spending the night with me but she wasn’t aware of some of the dynamics, like that it was to be our first time together. We brushed our teeth and went upstairs, leaving the bathroom to Addison. It didn’t take much time for Sora and me to get naked. We weren’t in a rush. I knew Sora had some favorite positions that she’d noted as we were trying every pretzel shape in the world that could get our genitalia to occupy the same space at the same time. Don’t tell me that’s not possible. We were taking our time and had pulled the covers off the bed to just stroke and kiss each other while we talked.
“Not a good time, Betts,” I heard Addison say just before I heard Betts’ footsteps on the stairs. We didn’t have time to cover up. Hurricane Betts had arrived.
“What is going on, Brian?” she demanded.
“Betts, I’m about to make love to my girlfriend Sora.”
“I don’t mean that. I can see that… Oh fuck! Look at you!”
“You didn’t really give us a chance to cover up.” I looked over at Sora, but she wasn’t showing the least sign of being embarrassed. I guess spending several nights with Jen and Court in our bed had overcome that.
“I don’t care. You’re both… beautiful and… I’m sorry but… I need my brother.” She fell onto the bed next to me and wrapped her arms around both Sora and me, completely ignoring the fact that my erect but rapidly deflating cock was at her elbow.
“What is it, sister? What has you so upset?”
“That woman. Brian, what is that Anna—your girlfriend’s mother—doing in our parents’ bedroom?”
“Oh. They could be sleeping but based on past experience, I’d guess they’re making love. Were they making too much noise?”
“She’s having sex with our father in the same bed as our mother? How can you ask about noise?”
“Well, the truth is that Dad might be done by now. She’s probably having sex with Mom. Of course, they could all three…”
“Brian! How can you be so calm about our parents having sex with another woman?” Betts was near hysteria.
“Hey, little sister,” I said. So she was three years older than me. What did that really mean? “Don’t Mom and Dad deserve to be happy? I’m happy with a dozen girlfriends including the one in my arms. You’re happy with Allen. Why shouldn’t Mom and Dad be happy?”
“It’s unnatural.”
“Is that what you think of me? Does the fact that I have several girlfriends and that some of them also love each other make me unnatural? Am I not fit to be Madeline’s uncle?”
“Of course you are. It’s different.”
“How? Does Mom and Dad being happy together and sharing a lover make them unfit grandparents?”
“No. But it’s not… I didn’t know,” she whined.
“I have a feeling this isn’t the way they intended to tell you,” I sighed.
“I should go. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I should go check into a hotel.”
“You should crawl in bed with us and let your brother hold you,” Sora said quietly.
Betts finally looked at the two of us and realized she had two naked teenagers in her arms. Every time I’d started to go soft, Sora had reached over and stroked me to make sure I stayed in the game. Betts shifted and got some of my precum on her elbow. She looked down.
“Oh. You were going to… I’m sorry. I’m too fucked up to be a daughter or a sister. What kind of mother am I going to be? I shouldn’t have interrupted.”
“It’s okay,” Sora said as if she was soothing a baby. She even petted Betts’ hair. “I was just trying to figure out how to tell Brian I was too tired tonight.” She was? “Come on and let’s get some sleep. Addison will let you know if the baby needs anything.”
“Is it okay?” Betts was already stretching out on the bed next to me. Sora covered us with the sheet and cuddled beside me as I cradled Betts in my right arm. I turned my head and Sora kissed me lovingly. That did nothing for the erection that was tenting the sheet as I lay on my back, holding Betts in her little nightgown on one side and naked Sora on the other.
“Psst,” said the mouth that was nibbling my ear as I rose to consciousness. My cock was deliciously sawing back and forth between two ass cheeks and my hand was full of wonderful breast. “I’m on this side,” Sora whispered. Oh my God! My cock was between my sister’s butt cheeks and her milky breast was in my hand. Even as her butt pushed back against me, I rolled back toward Sora. I gasped for breath. “I don’t think she’s ready for that,” Sora whispered. Then she put her mouth to work taking what was left of my breath away.
When we were fully face to face, Sora raised her top leg straight up in the air and pulled my cock toward her very wet opening. I hooked my elbow behind her leg and slowly parted the wet folds to enter her. Sora moaned softly. We kissed as we moved together. I didn’t want to disturb my sister, but she stirred anyway. In a moment she was pressed against my back with her hips moving in rhythm with mine as if she were fucking Sora through me. Sora and I kissed as Betts kissed my back and hugged both of us to her. I’d been primed against my sister’s backside and knew I wasn’t going to last long. Apparently Sora had been just as turned on and rose to her peak an instant before I hit mine. Betts shuddered behind me and gripped us both tightly.
“Is that what it’s like for Mom and Dad and Anna?” Betts whispered. “That was beautiful. You two are so beautiful.”
“I don’t know how it is for Mom and Dad, Betts,” I answered. “I know they are the happiest I’ve ever seen them. That’s good enough for me.” Sora kissed me again and rolled away, letting my flaccid cock leave her pussy. She stripped off the condom.
“I should go take care of Maddie. By the feel of my tits, it has to be time for her to eat.” Betts sat up. I rolled toward her.
“Hey. You promised me a taste,” I chuckled. Betts flushed and looked at both Sora and me lying naked in our bed. She pulled her nightgown down off her shoulders exposing her breasts to me. I was looking up at the milky round tits that I’d been holding in my sleep. Betts was looking at Sora. I raised my mouth and began sucking on her left nipple. It was strange to feel her milk let down and flood my mouth with sweet fluid. I don’t know what I expected, but this was a sweet nectar. I switched to the other side and held her breast in my hand while I started the milk flowing. In a minute she pushed me away.
“That’s Maddie’s breakfast. Don’t drink it all.” She started to pull her nightgown back up and then grabbed her boob and squirted a stream all over my face. “That’s for your girlfriend,” she laughed. She tucked herself in and headed for the stairs. Sora attacked my face.
We all applauded from the bleachers when Sora picked up her diploma and waved it at us. Every boyfriend and every girlfriend kissed Sora soundly in the reception line. Geoff even kissed her with more vigor than any of us had seen in a public display. I know Sora hugged him long and hard.
“I’m one of yours now,” she said as I kissed her. “I always dreamed it would be like your sister has—one man and one woman. But at least for now, I’m one of yours, however many that ends up being. I discovered this morning that I don’t mind another woman in the bed with us as long as you are between us. Girls just don’t do anything for me. Can I sleep with you again tonight?”
What could I say? She was one of mine.
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