2 comments/ 55194 views/ 10 favorites My Sister's Wife By: humminbean People wonder what it's like growing up as a twin. I wonder what it's like growing up as a singleton. In fact, I wonder what it's like when both twins are the same sex. Because Cindy and I had each other, I was always comfortable around girls and she was always comfortable around boys. After all the "playing doctor" when we were little and other late-night exchanges when were in our early teens, we each had a pretty good idea about how the other sex's body looked and worked. As it turned out, Cindy's interest in male bodies was mostly intellectual. She dated boys, early on, but found it frustrating or just annoying. She always had better relationships with her female friends. So, when she confided to me that she thought she was lesbian, it wasn't much of a surprise. I think the idea upset her more than it did me, until she had some time to get used to the idea. We stayed close through college. Even though we went to school in different states, we weren't too far for weekend visits. Fairly often, she or I would bring a girlfriend along for the weekend. Most of her girlfriends seemed shy around me, and one had a real snarling allergy to men. Laura lasted, though. She was good-looking, in the way that just about every woman in her twenties is, and the two made a great couple. Best of all, Laura got along with me from the start. I wasn't surprised, in fact I was honored to be invited to their wedding, a state or two away where they could legally marry. It made me happy to see them happy. We kept exchanging visits after she graduated and I went to grad school. Even though Laura was always welcome in my place, I rarely brought anyone when I visited in those days. My program was pretty intense, so I dated only occasionally and casually. Meeting the family can be kind of a big step, not one for any of the relationships I had back then. After a couple of years, Laura meshed well with the twin closeness between Cindy and me. The three of us spent lots of late nights, drinking too much wine, solving the world's problems and sharing our visions of our futures. In talking about the future, kids came up more than once. We usually let it go with some glowing (and wildly inaccurate) predictions about parenthood, brushed away with "but that's for later." Over time, though, Cindy and Laura got into those discussions a lot more, and with realistic details like kid-care arrangements, school, and interrupted careers. I just listened. I got the feeling that something more important lay under the surface than either would come out and admit. I'm wrong a lot. They knew just how serious their discussion of raising children had become, even if I didn't. As a result, one of our late-night talks startled me when Cindy said, "Laura and I want to start a family." She was looking at Laura when she said it. Even though the words were for me, something big and warm passed between them. After coughing on a half-swallowed gulp of wine, I said, "That's wonderful!" I meant it, too. I imagined that they'd make great parents. "Are you going to adopt?" "Only if we have to. We'd really like to have children of our own, though." This raised an obvious problem. I answered noncommittally, trying to prod a little more information out of them "Okay, ..." Laura sat up at that point with a serious look on her face. "We've looked into sperm banks. They're pretty good about screening donors and matching the donor's appearance to the mother's." She held Cindy's hand at this point. "But that seems so impersonal. I want my baby to be Cindy's, not some stranger's. Your genes are the closest to hers. And you're family." I set my wine glass down, not quite trusting my hand. "You want me to be the father." "Yes." Cindy and Laura glanced at each other with a nervous smile, and I saw their hands tighten together. "I'm honored, really, but ..." Laura cut me off with fast, nervous chatter. "We know your medical history -- it's as good as any around. You're smart and in good shape, your genes are just fine. And we won't hit you for child support either. This is going to be our family, our responsibility. We just need help with one little thing, Alex, and that's getting a baby started." I stood up, walked over took her face in my hands, and kissed her forehead. "Laura, and you too Cindy, this is the biggest compliment I've ever had. It's kind of a big thing, though. Can I think about it?" The look in their faces turned ambiguous, as if they weren't sure whether to be disappointed or not. Laura spoke: "Sure, Alex. Take all the time you need. If you aren't completely comfortable with the idea, we'll find another way." "Thanks. And what about you, Cindy?"' She answered warily, "It's your right to say no, of course." "Fair enough. It's late, and I want to think this through. Goodnight, ladies. Let's talk in the morning." I retreated to their guest room and closed the door. We did talk in the morning, and on into the afternoon. I wasn't too concerned about the support issue -- they both had much better incomes than my student stipend, and I believed them when they said I wasn't on the hook for support. Laura was and is one of the most honest people I know, her word was plenty for me, and Cindy wouldn't treat me that badly. My big question was, what would I be toward the child? I couldn't feel right just dumping a semen sample and walking away from the result. They pointed out that I would be an uncle any way, and they'd would love to have me keep up a relationship with the child. It wasn't an easy conversation for any of us, but we all wanted to understand how things would stand between us. Finally I said, "OK. Laura, Cindy, I'll do it, just let me know how you want to go about it." Cindy piped up, "She'll be at the right part of her cycle in about two weeks. Could you come back then?" I arrived Friday night, as usual for our weekend visits, with a bottle of wine. Laura greeted me at the door. Like I said, she's a good-looking lady. She and Cindy are well matched physically, but Laura is a bit curvier than Cindy, and a little shorter. Her skin is a half-tone lighter than Cindy's, and her sandy hair is just a bit longer and thicker than Cindy's short, dark shag. Laura offered a warm smile, as always, but with something a little shy and uncertain around the edge. I guess she was thinking about the reason for this weekend's visit, as I was. I gave her a brief hug, as usual, then held out the bottle of wine. "Where do you want this?" "It's a white? I'll put it in the fridge." She called upstairs, "Cindy, Alex is here." "I'll be right down." Warm scents of Indian spices filled the air, so I follow my nose (and Laura) to the kitchen. She turned to busy herself at the stove, leaving me to admire the way her knee-length skirt swung below that compact, strong hip. The first stirrings of an erection started when I caught myself staring at her butt and thinking about my reason for being here tonight. I shook myself loose from the thoughts and asked, "What can I do?" "Well, you can start by setting the table." "I can handle that." A moment later, I had silverware, napkins, and all the rest set out for three. I looked around to see what I had missed, when Cindy came noisily down the stairs. "Hi Alex!" She gave me a quick hug and sisterly peck on the cheek. While her lips were close to my ear, she whispered, "Thanks for doing this. It means the world to us." I don't know who cooked what, but Cindy and Laura put a great meal together. If I had known it would be Indian food, I would have picked a wine with more of a body, but we enjoyed it anyway. When I offered Laura a glass, she thought for a moment, and said, "OK, but this will be the last one for a while." She was really turning her whole self over to the idea of pregnancy. Dinner finally wound down with little dishes of a cardamom-flavored ice cream. A funny tension built up as we cleared the table, everyone knowing what comes next but not quite sure how to say it. Once the dishwasher was running, they joined me in the living room. I felt my face flush hotly as I said, "Uh, ladies, I'm here to help you with your family. What's your plan?" Cindy spoke first, saying "Let's go upstairs." That's where their bedroom was, the guest room was on the first floor. We trooped up the stairs. I was behind them, and got to enjoy the sight of the two lovely round bottoms bobbing in front of me. Once we were in the bedroom, Laura turned away shyly, unzipped her skirt, and started to step out of it. Cindy started unbuttoning her shirt. "You too, get undressed. We'd like you to put your, umm, sample in this." She held out a small glass. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that! This isn't just some gynecological procedure, it's ..." "It's OK," I answered. "I haven't done this before either. Just let me know how you want to do it." Laura was undressed and on the bed by this time, unconsciously shielding her breasts with her arm and angling her leg to hide her pubis. I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but she was so much more beautiful wearing only herself. She looked at Cindy and me with a serious but curious expression. "Alex," said Cindy, "would you join us on the bed?" "Sure." I undressed quickly, under Laura's curious gaze. Cindy had told me that Laura didn't have much experience with men, which I took to mean none. Her examination didn't surprise me, especially her frequent glances toward my half-erection, but made me self-conscious. I lay down on the bed, on the side opposite her. Cindy finished undressing, then told me "Scoot over." That put me closer to Laura, with me between the two of them, trying not to touch too much. I hadn't seen Cindy naked since we lived under our parents' roof. If anything, she looked better than ever with the extra little breadth of a grown woman's shoulder and hip and with a neat pubic patch, a bit larger than I remembered. Laura reached out with a gentle touch to my shoulder. My erection had been running half to three-quarters all evening in anticipation, and bounced to attention at the touch. Cindy brushed my cheek on the other side and explained. "This first time, I want to put it into her. This is our baby, and I want to feel like I'm involved, too. Does that make any sense?" "I think so." Clear droplets of pre-come had already started dripping from the tip of my penis. Laura looked concerned. "Ooh, is that it? Shouldn't we be catching it?" She reached out a fingertip to touch the shining drop, but stopped short. Cindy had more experience with men, in addition to the 'show and tell' with me when our bodies had started changing as teenagers. "No," she answered, "that's just lubrication. Kind of like when you get excited and wet inside. You'll know when the real thing comes." I started to stroke my erection -- this wasn't going to take long. Cindy explained what I was doing while Laura watched. Her hand on my shoulder had shifted to my chest, and added a delicious sensation. After a while, my body started to build towards orgasm. Each new wave of tension pulled cords of muscle tight, all through my stomach. Laura touched my cheek then, and turned my face towards her. She stroked me softly while she examined my face, looking for -- well, I'm not sure what. Soon, I was on the edge of eruption. I grunted "here it comes," just as my body arched in orgasm. That little warning was enough. Cindy held the glass under my spurting erection, and put her hand around mine to guide the white jets. Laura's hand tightened on my cheek. A huge smile came over her face, just as I started to come, and she leaned down for a kiss. It was surprisingly chaste, under the circumstances, just a brush on my lips, but one of the most sensuous kisses I had ever felt. Waves of tension still wracked me, even after I had finished ejaculating, and the ladies held me until I relaxed. 'Flopped' is probably a better word. I hadn't masturbated in days, wanting to give them as much as I could, so this orgasm took a lot out of me. Cindy held the little glass up to the light and cooed, "Wow, I never realized how much there was." Laura looked too, then took the glass and sniffed it. I thought she was going to taste it, but she handed it back. Cindy produced a small syringe from somewhere, the kind you use for giving medicine to babies, and filled it from the glass. Then she set it and the glass on the headboard. A gentle nudge pushed me to the side of the bed, and made room for Cindy between me and Laura. Cindy leaned over and kissed her, nibbled her ear, and whispered things I couldn't make out. She cupped one of Laura's breasts from the side, and held its pale nipple in her mouth. Laura made soft noises in her throat as she stroked Cindy's hair back from her face. I saw Cindy reach down between Laura's legs, and saw Laura open herself to the caress. Cindy's body hid her hand from me so I couldn't make out quite what she was doing. Soon, though, Laura started arching under that caress. Her arm around Cindy's shoulder held tighter, as sleek muscles flexed under milky skin. Cindy leaned up on one elbow, over Laura, and asked, "Shall we?" Laura smiled and nodded without speaking -- I'm not sure that she trusted her voice through the rasping breath. Cindy reached up to the headboard for the syringe. Then she bent over Laura's pelvis. With both hands in front of her, I couldn't see what she was doing. I imagined one hand opening the petals of Laura's labia, and the other pressing the little tube deep towards her womb. Laura looked over at me, and reached out with one hand. I reached out to her, too, and held her slim, warm fingers in mine. Still bent over Laura's hips, Cindy looked up at her. One hand reached out to touch Laura's lips. Then there was a small motion. Laura blinked and grasped my hand when it happened, and Cindy said, "It's in." Cindy turned her attention to removing the syringe and dropping it in the wastebasket next to the bed. While she was doing that, Laura looked at me again, gripped my hand once more, and mouthed "Thank you." Then Cindy lay down next to her again, and resumed her caresses. After a few minutes, Laura made soft sounds of orgasm. I saw her leg, the one thrown up over Cindy's, tighten and curl, pulling Cindy toward her. Her soft, strong gasping went on and on, until finally I heard, "Enough, just hold, just hold." I had seen lovers of my own reach that point, where almost anything would be too much. Then Laura relaxed, and Cindy relaxed with her. I heard a whisper of "Cin, cin, cin," and an answer I couldn't quite hear. Even though I had just seen them make love, this post-coital glow seemed even more intimate. For the first time, I felt that I was intruding. I got up quietly, collected my clothes, and headed toward the door. They didn't make any move to stop me. Over her shoulder, though, Cindy said "Thanks, Alex. This means so much to us." Laura added, "It really does. I don't know how to thank you." Of course, my erection hadn't subsided my the time I got down to my room. Seeing those two make love would have gotten a statue hard, and I was right there, holding Laura's hand through so much of it. Even though I had come just a half-hour earlier, I'd never get to sleep with that erection. I masturbated again, wiped up, and fell asleep immediately. Next day, I woke to the light in the window and the sound of rain. I lay for a moment, enjoying the patter of rain and thinking about last night. I wondered if there would be any awkwardness. It would be very disappointing if this strained the relationship that had been so strong for so long. Well, whatever was going to happen had already happened. I got up, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen. Quiet voices and a clink of coffee mugs told me that breakfast had started without me. As soon as I turned the corner, I waved and said, "Hi ladies." Laura was closer to me. She stood up as soon as she saw me, nearly tripping on her long bathrobe. She almost skipped over to me, hugged me, and kissed my cheek warmly. Cindy, also in a warm, fuzzy robe, came over as well and hugged Laura and me together. No, no awkwardness there. The rest of the day went well, despite the rain. They treated me to theater tickets in the afternoon (they understand my grad-student budget), then dinner at a Japanese restaurant. I suggested a gallery opening in the evening, showing paintings by an artist I knew slightly. It was just a happy, easy-going day off. They're always demonstrative, but I couldn't help notice an extra warmth between them as we wandered the city. I felt like their glow encompassed me, too. We finally got back to the house around ten. I had a publication deadline coming up, and needed to work on it Sunday. Cindy gave me a hug and sisterly kiss goodbye, as always. Laura did too, but I couldn't help notice that Madonna hand-on-belly gesture as I turned to leave. About two weeks later, the phone rang. I answered, "Hello?" "Alex? It's me, Laura." Something had taken the brightness off the cheery tone I usually heard in her voice. "Hi! How are you doing?" "OK, I guess. My period just started." "Oh. Well, at least that much works the way it's supposed to We knew it might not take on the first try." "No," she laughed, "That only happens when you don't want it. Could you come over again?" She named a weekend about two weeks away. "Sure. I said I'd do whatever it takes." "You're a doll, you know that? Unless Cindy has something on her calendar, we'll see you then." I visited again, once the two weeks had passed. The ladies had both had busy days, so we ate Chinese take-out. The beer I brought went well, but I would have brought Tsingtao or Kirin if I had known the menu in advance. I noticed that Laura limited herself to one, even though Cindy and I had two or three each. Soon, the paper cartons were in the trash and I was washing the plastic chopsticks. I was just drying things when Laura came up behind me, gave a big hug, and put her hand on my crotch. That surprised me. Even when she was being inseminated last time, Laura had never really made a real sexual gesture to me before. My half-erection throbbed under her hand. Cindy leaned against the kitchen door frame. She watched with a wry smile, and asked, "What do you think?" I wasn't sure whether she was addressing me, but Laura answered. "I think I'm ready, and I know he is." She clutched a little tighter, but well short of causing any real discomfort. "And you, Alex?" I answered, "I'm happy to be of service, ma'am." We trooped upstairs again, and all undressed a lot more quickly than before. Laura's initial shyness was past. I lay down on the bed like before, erection at the ready, and asked "Where's the cup?" Laura climbed into bed, and Cindy stood behind her. "We're not going to use the cup this time. Move over, will you?" I backed toward the empty space behind me, and Laura moved to the middle of the bed. Cindy crawled in, sandwiching Laura between the two of us. "Oh?" I knew that Laura had only ever had sex with other women, or with toys. "No," Laura spoke this time. "I want you to put it in the regular way. This is breeding, so we'll do it like breeders do. You know, the straight way." "You're sure?" "I had a GYN exam last week, and the speculum was cold. At least you're warm." She had her hand around my erection at that point, handling it as gently as eggshells, the way my high school girlfriends did their first few times. "Sorry, Alex, this isn't coming out the way I meant. Yes, I want you inside me. You're a really nice guy, I know you'll be gentle with me, and I don't want to take the chance that the syringe causes some kind of problem. We'll do it the way nature intended. Is that OK with you?" I'd had fantasies about Laura since the first time I met her, but only as much as any other gorgeous woman that I had no chance with. I'd never admit that out loud, though. "Well, sure. Cindy?" My Sister's Wife "It was my idea, Alex. I'm just here to help. I think I know more about how to get Laura ready to take you in." That was a nice, gentle way of saying that a man really wouldn't turn Laura on very much. "I'm ready when you are." Cindy reached between Laura's legs; Laura spread them to make it easier. "We'll be ready for you soon. Just make yourself comfortable." I could deal with that. Foreplay would be her job -- well, as they say, 'voyeurism is participation,' so I participated from the side line. My erection was streaming even before I put my hand to it. I squeezed it between thumb and fingers, and pushed a big drop of pre-come toward the tip. I collected it on my finger, and offered, "Will this help?" Cindy looked up, and answered. "Sure, more is better. Laura, would you open up for him?" Laura spread her legs, showing pink ruffles behind the neat patch of pubic hair. I reached out and spread the clear balm between the folds. My finger slid easily. Laura smiled indulgently, as if it were something to put up with, while I reached for her. When she felt my finger sliding along her labia, though, the smile warmed. "Hey, that's kind of nice. How did you do that?" "Here, give me your hand." I was surprised at how small it seemed, wrapped in mine. "Now, hold it like this." Thumb on the top of my penis and fingers on the under-side, down near the base. I held her hand in mine, squeezed, and stroked toward the tip. She resisted for a moment when she felt how much pressure I was using. "Is that OK?" she asked. "I don't want to hurt you." I answered, "That's fine, you won't hurt me that way. Now, collect that on your fingertip." I moved her hand in the right general direction, then she took the lead. She gathered the crystalline droplet , then transferred it to her own genitals. She squirmed happily as her finger slid between the folds. "A girl could get kind of used to this, you know?" Cindy put her hand over Laura's, covering her vulva. "Don't get too used to it, wife of mine." She mock scolded. "If you had that, you'd have to deal with the rest of the male, too." "I knew there was a catch." I laughed at this friendly bit of male-bashing banter. Soon, Laura and Cindy were wholly engrossed in each other. I lay back, slowly masturbating, while these two gorgeous women worked toward each others' excitement. The fact that Cindy was my sister didn't phase me. Long familiarity eliminated most of the embarrassment that could have been there, and I wasn't having sex with her anyway. As she said, she was just there to help. A few minutes later, Cindy looked up at me and asked, "Alex, could you do that thing again that makes the slick stuff come out?" Before I could shift my grip, Laura broke in, "Could I do it? You just showed me how." She sounded like a kid, eager to play with a new toy. "OK, here you go." I slid closer and angled myself to make her grip easier. Laura collected the slippery stuff expertly and transferred it to her inner folds. Then she took the same finger and touched it to Cindy's lips. It left a glistening trail across my sister's lips, which Laura soon kissed away. Seeing these gorgeous women make love had me so excited that I was about to pop. After a little while, Laura reached way down between her legs with a thoughtful look. She pulled her hand back, rubbed her fingers together, then said to me, "I think I'm ready for you. What's the best way to do this? Should I lie on my back?" I answered, "If you're on top, you get more control over how fast you take me in, and how deep. I think that might work better this time." Cindy agreed. "I think he's right. Let's try it with you on top. You might be more comfortable reversed, too." Laura asked, "Reversed, what's that?" Cindy had climbed over my legs, just below the knees. "It means you face towards me instead of him. Do you want to try it that way?" "Sure." Laura straddled me, then tried to sit down onto my erection. Of course, it just bumped something warm and slid in the wrong direction. Cindy was there to coach her. "It can't aim itself, you have to guide it in. There, just take it in your hand and put the tip into your vagina." Laura handled me gently with one hand while she opened her labia with the other. I felt her body envelop the tip. She shifted a little, lifted herself with her legs, then sat again. Up, then down a little farther. She was wet and ready for me inside, so I slid in easily. Soon, I was far enough in that she didn't need to guide me any more. Cindy cooed encouragement and caressed her while she took my full length, as much as this position allowed. She grunted once and wiggled. "That was easier than I figured. It actually feels kind of nice." She looked over her shoulder. "But I can't see you, Alex. Could we try it the other way around?" I actually like that position better. "Sure, if that's what you want." She dismounted, turned around, and sat onto me again. This time, she took me in easily. Once she didn't need to guide me in any more, she leaned onto my chest with both hands. She wriggled her bottom a little to settle herself, and Cindy slid up to embrace her from behind. "OK," she said, "It's a lot more comfortable than I thought. Now what?" I took her hips in my hands and started to move under her. "Now it's my job. I'll try to make it quick." "Oh no," she answered. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I just want to do this right. And Alex," She reached out and touched my face. "You're such a sweetie. You really deserve something. Take all the time you want. I'll be fine, really." Despite the invitation, I didn't want to rub her raw. This was, after all, her first time with a man. Even if it was just insemination, not making love, I wanted to be as enjoyable as possible for her, or at least not too unpleasant. I soon worked into a steady rhythm, rising into her and falling back. She caught on and answered me with her hips. Cindy's arm came around from behind, to stroke Laura's clit. Laura turned her head back and kissed Cindy. At the same time, she also moved Cindy's hand to her breast. Laura made a willing and eager partner, but this clearly wasn't how she was born to love. She was doing it for the baby and for me. She was enjoying herself, at least it looked like she did, but she just wasn't going to have much sexual response to a man. My hips soon bucked into her with sharper motions. Laura recognized my impending orgasm, and grinned. This was like a sport for her, and she wanted to play it as well as possible. She rocked back and forth, shifted side to side, and ground her hips down onto mine. Then I felt her inner muscles contract, hard, and it was all over. I tugged her hips onto mine and erupted into her. Three, four, five deep thrusts, each adding more semen deep inside her. I lost count, but Laura stayed with me. Finally, spent, I lay back onto the bed. My drooping erection soon fell out of her. When it did, she leaned over for a quick kiss, then rolled onto her back. "Cindy, could you put a pillow under my hips? I want all that good stuff to stay in, so it can do its job." She turned toward me. "Alex, that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. Except you, Cindy." Cindy teased back while she slid a pillow under Laura, "Right answer, kid, that was the right answer." Laura turned to me again, as we lay side by side. "Did you like that thing I did at the end?" I answered, "Oh, my god, I thought I was going to turn inside out." She turned to Cindy and said, "You were right. Those Kegels are great." Somehow, sex energizes women but puts men to sleep. Me at least. "If you're through with me, ladies, I'm beat. If I don't go to bed now, you'll be carrying me down." "Carry a big lunk like you? Nah, I'd just drag you. By the shoulders, so your head doesn't bump on the stairs." "Gee thanks, sis. You're just a fountain of fraternal good will, aren't you?" "Fraternal is for brothers. I'd be cisternal." These were old jokes between us, sort of like conversational comfort food. I got up and headed for the door, while the lovers curled together on the bed. "Good night." "Good night Alex." Cindy waved to me. "Good night." Laura waved, too. "And thanks. You were really sweet. That was my first time, you know, with a man." Maybe. But she cuddled happily in her wife's arms. A little while later, from my room downstairs, I heard the sounds of them making love and coming with each other. Another two weeks, another phone call. It was Laura again, and her voice had a mix of emotions in it that I didn't dare try to read. Warm, angry, grateful, frustrated, and more. Some of it had to do with fertility frustration, an emotional range that few guys ever tread and fewer survive. Still, I was on her side and she let me know that. She asked if I could be there about two weeks away. It was a Friday, but she told me that her calendar didn't always match the usual calendar. Summer term is just research for me, and my kind of research doesn't have critters living and dying on their own schedules. I could be there when she needed me, or even the day before. Grad school means I don't have weekends or holidays like most people, but my weekdays aren't as regimented either. I got there late afternoon on the appointed Friday, a few hours before dinner time. Laura greeted me at the door, wearing a T-shirt, a wide denim skirt, and her usual smile. Her breasts bobbed under the shirt in a braless way, unusual for her, and her bare feet added to the sensuous mood that radiated from her. After a quick peck on the cheek, she ushered me in. "You know where everything is. Once you've cleaned up, come on out to the kitchen." A few minutes later, she welcomed me into the kitchen. "Do you want a beer? We have wheat beer and this 'nut brown ale.'" "Hefewiezen? That's nice and summery. Thanks." She popped the top and handed it to me. As she did, she said, "Cindy should be here soon. Something came up at the office, so she had to put in another few hours." "No problem. What can I do to help." She handed me a cutting board and knife. "Do you mind cutting these for me?" Plum tomatoes, capers, oil-cured olives, anchovies, and lots of garlic -- one of my favorites, the sauce for pasta puttanesca. I set to work happily. The real reason for the visit was never far from my mind, though. I got a few bowls to hold the ingredients, then started cutting up the tomatoes. Laura and I chatted as we worked. After a while, I asked, "Laura? Is it OK if I ask kind of a personal question?" She looked me with an arched eyebrow. "Ask anything you want. I don't promise to answer." "Is it OK, the way I'm helping you start your family? I mean, is there anything I can do to make it more comfortable for you?" Laura wiped her hands, turned toward me, and leaned back against the counter. "You sweetie. No, you're doing just fine. In fact, you've gone out of your way to make it easy for me. I really appreciate that." "Thanks. If you can think of something to make it easier, you'll let me know, right? Having a man must be kind of strange for you." "I really hope the child inherits your sweet nature. Like I said, you're doing fine. I thought it was supposed to hurt the first time, but" she laughed a little here, "I guess I'm pretty well broken in. And anyway, we're just doing what this," she spread her hand low on her belly, "is built to do, even if this," pointing to her head, "is built a little different. I know you, I like you, and I know that this is what we do to make a baby. And, once I got into the spirit of it, it's kind of fun. I can't imagine doing it again, unless there's another child in my future. I really like seeing you coming inside me, though, because I know what you're giving me and because of how happy you look when you do." I stepped over and gave her a brotherly hug, trying to keep my garlicky hands off her clothes. "Thanks. By the way, any idea when Cindy is going to be here?" Even though I was here to have sex with my sister, I couldn't imagine starting without Cindy. This was something I was doing for both of these two beautiful ladies, and I could see why they wanted to be together for it. She arrived a few minutes later, just after five. It was way too early for dinner, and the summer sun still stood well above the horizon. I poured wine for Cindy and me. Laura said she'd stick to club soda, being a good mother even if she wasn't one. We went into the living room with some cheese and crackers. Cindy sat at the far end of the couch from me. Laura curled herself onto the cushions, her legs half under her, and leaned back against Cindy. That made it easy for Cindy to wrap an arm around her -- I know I said it already, but they're a beautiful couple. Cindy asked, "You're here for the whole weekend, right? Through Sunday?" "That's the plan," I answered. "Great. Laura's peak day is Saturday, so we thought we'd try for a day on either side, too. If that's OK with you, of course." She was talking to me, but looking at Laura as she spoke. "Gods, ladies, you're going to wear me out." The way I said it, they knew I wasn't serious. Cindy answered, "I think you can handle it. Well, shall we get started?" Her hand hand already shifted to Laura's breast, and she kissed the top of Laura's head. "You mean here? OK." I got up with my glass in my hand. "I'll give you ladies a few minutes to get ready." "Alex?" Laura had slid down so her head and shoulders were on Cindy's lap. "It's OK if you stay. Actually, I thought it was kind of exciting with you watching us." Laura stood up for a moment to spread her skirt under her, then lay back into Cindy's lap. Cindy kissed and caressed her face, one hand back on Laura's breast. Laura surprised me then, She lifted her shirt, so Cindy could hold her naked breast, and pulled the front of her skirt up to the waist. Not only had she skipped her panties that day, she had shaved, too. When she saw the look of surprise on my face, she said, "Well, you know us women. We're always doing something different with our hair. Now, you get undressed." My erection already pressed uncomfortably against my pants, so that bit of relief would temper my embarrassment. Not that much embarrassment was left after our earlier encounters. I shucked my clothing, then sat back to watch the lovers in their foreplay. Laura's fingers worked around her neat, bare slit, occasionally pressing inward just a little. Cindy murmured into her ear, something I couldn't hear but that put a happy smile on Laura's face. Laura's other hand toyed with the nipple that Cindy wasn't already holding. I started oozing pre-come as soon as I was undressed, and started working my erection. Laura's hips shifted a few times, as if finding a more comfortable position. I knew from our previous encounters that this was a sign of something going on inside those lovely, deep hips. Laura looked down at me between her legs, under Cindy's caress, and asked, "You like the view?" "Oh, yes," I answered. Bits of pink peeked out from between her her labia, and I saw a glisten of moisture on her fingers and vulva. I forced my hand to a slow pace. I wanted to be ready to come quickly once I was inside, so Laura wouldn't be sore afterward, but didn't want to blow my load too early. "You'd better like it, you." I heard teasing in Laura's voice, between her loudening breaths. "You're the one who's turning me into an exhibitionist." With that, she turned back to Cindy. I couldn't take my eyes away from their kiss, despite all the other things going on to get Laura's body ready to receive me. It was the softest, longest, and most imprecise kiss I had ever seen. Their lips wandered across each others', sometimes onto a cheek or nose, sometimes showing a neat, pink tip of tongue. Laura's fingers had moved between her labia, holding them open. I saw the thick, fleshy part at the base of her thumb pressing where I expected her clit to be, and her fingers pushing the first steps into her vagina. Fast flurries of motion alternated with slow, strong strokes. I could see tendons rise in her hand and arm during those slow moments, then disappear again when her touch moved faster. Laura and Cindy whispered into each others' ears, holding a private conversation in front of me. After a while, Laura lifted her head from Cindy's lap and looked downward, between her splayed legs. She lifted her hand from her vulva and looked at it, checking for something as her thumb rubbed a fingertip. "Alex, are you ready? I want you to come inside me." Her voice stayed quiet, but the words came through loud and clear. She hiked her skirt up some more, then pulled her knees up toward her chest. I saw that this left the back of her skirt under her hips, to save the sofa from the inevitable wet spot. It also opened her vulva to me, even before her fingers spread the delicate folds wider. I crawled over on the wide sofa cushions and knelt in front of her. I moved forward until one knee was on each side of her lovely bottom, then leaned down toward her. I supported myself on one hand and guided my penis with the other, until it felt firmly nestled at the entrance to her body. I felt he hand on my cheek, then and looked up. She stared at me with a beatific smile while Cindy stroked her face just as she stroked mine. I looked up at Cindy, too. She leaned forward, her breasts covering Laura's face, kissed me gently, and leaned back. With that, I lowered the weight of my body towards Laura's upturned hips. I started slowly, in and out, going just a fraction deeper on each stroke. Once, I heard Laura's breath catch and saw a twinge cross her face. I stopped and asked, "Are you OK?" "Yes, just go slowly." I went back to it, even more gently than before, until I was all the way in. Just when my lap touched the back of Laura's thighs, a startled look of surprise crossed her face. Her mouth formed a silent "O" for a moment, and I stopped moving. Once she regained herself, she said, "I think you just bottomed out." "Yeah, this position lets me go pretty deep," I answered. "Is it OK? I couldn't go any father anyway. This is as far in as I could go." Laura took a couple of deep breaths, and said, "It's fine. Just give me a moment to get used to it." I held my position and felt her wiggle a little under me. Once she found a comfortable position, she put her hands on my hips and gave a little tug. That was my signal to started stroking again. I started slowly, barely moving, until I was sure Laura was OK. Soon, though, my body's animal tempo took control. Before long, I pumped out until I almost slipped out of her vagina, then in to full depth. Laura guided my hips with a wide, enthusiastic smile. The smile turned to gasp once or twice, when Cindy's grasp turned tight around Laura's nipple. She started encouraging me, though. "Come on, big boy, put it in me. I want to see you put it all the way in." She seemed to know I was coming before I did. The look on her face must have mirrored some change in mine. I gripped her hip tight and pulled it toward me just as I pushed my hardest onto and into her. Thick strands of semen jetted into her inner darkness, one after another. With each one, I pulled her hips again, trying to bury myself in her warm, soft body. The end came, and I just froze for a moment, holding. When I came back to myself, I looked up and saw the lovers staring into each others' eyes. Then Laura looked at me, took my shoulders in her hands, and pulled gently. "Come here, Alex. I want a hug." The hug consisted mostly of me lying bonelessly onto her body. Her legs had unbent from the frog-like position she started in, and had wrapped around me. Her arms wound around me too, for a moment, until I realized how heavy I must have been. When I started to lift myself off her, she gave one more squeeze, then released me. Cindy pulled the T-shirt back down. When I stood up, Laura flipped her skirt back down, too. The two cuddled as I dressed. Watching them, I said, "I read somewhere that fertility clinics get better results if the client lies back for fifteen minutes afterwards. Do you ladies want a moment to yourselves?" My Sister's Wife Cindy answered, "Thanks, Alex, that would be great." She tugged Laura up until her head lay on the sofa's arm, sprawled across Cindy's lap. The two involved themselves wholly in each other. I turned quietly back to the kitchen, but I doubt they would have noticed if I had a siren and flashing lights. I finished making dinner, and I guess the smells or the clatter of dishes roused them. They both moved toward the table but, halfway there, Laura got an odd look on her face and said, "Uh, I'll be right with you," then bolted for the bathroom. After a moment she came back and said, "I forgot about the wet spot that stays with me." "Sorry about that," I answered. "Dribbles are part of the program." "Oh, I know. I asked for it." We dove into the pasta puttanesca, rapini sauteed with garlic, salad, and garlic bread. We dawdled over fruit, then espresso and brandy -- just espresso for Laura. Cindy stood up and said, "You made supper, so we'll clean up." "Are you sure? Laura did a lot of it, too." "This will take only a few minutes." Cleanup took closer to twenty minutes, but I thumbed idly through one of the illustrated books on the coffee table. When they finished in the kitchen, we played a few rounds of Scrabble. (I know, a thrill a minute, aren't we?) Then, a good bit later, Laura took my arm, leaned into me, and asked, "Do you want to try again, big guy?" "Cripes, lady, I'm only male. You want me to last all weekend? I'll need time to restore my precious bodily fluids." Do you believe that a beautiful woman asked me to fuck her, and I turned her down? "Oh, right, I've heard about that. Well, take all the time you want. We'll want you in good shape for tomorrow." "I'll try not to disappoint you. In the mean time, though, I need some sleep. I'll see you ladies in the morning." After "good-nights" all around, I brushed my teeth, undressed, and went to bed. I thought for a while about the fact that Laura wasn't having orgasms with me. Normally, I try to give my lovers as good as I get. In fact, I feel guilty if I don't. Everything about this was unusual, though. Laura was a life-long lesbian and, despite needing male help to start her baby, showed no signs of changing. The fact that there was really no way for me to get her turned on, and probably no reason to, did little to silence the chivalrous voice scolding me from the back of my mind. I wasn't long in going to sleep. I woke to a windowful of sun, the smell of coffee, and two women in bathrobes staring at my naked body. I guess pulling the sheet back had waked me up. Laura had been standing with a finger in her mouth, looking thoughtful. She took the fingertip out of her mouth and waved shyly at me. I looked at them and said, "Ladies, is there something I can do for you?" Laura answered, "You already did, really. Cindy told me about 'morning wood', and I figured this was something I needed to know. We might have a son, so I want to be ready for him." I thought to myself, Lady, no one is ever really ready for sons. Instead, I pointed to the classic specimen she had been staring at, and said, "Well, there you go. It's just one of the nice things about being a man." "Actually, I kind of hoped we could do a little more with it. Are you ready to try again?" "Sure, I'll keep it going while you get yourself ready." I figured it would take some amount of foreplay between the ladies to get her lubricated enough for easy entry. "Oh, we've already taken care of that." Next, Cindy reach for a fat-leafed plant on the window sill and broke off a small leaf. Laura had already set her robe on the chair, and was climbing into bed with me. "Could we try it doggy style this time? You could say that my education has been neglected in this area, and I need to catch up." I noticed that Cindy had slit the leaf with her thumbnail and was squeezing a clear, thick liquid out of it. She said to Laura, "Here's some aloe. I know you're pretty wet already, but this is going to be a long weekend. It will help prevent you from getting sore." Laura leaned down onto the mattress on her elbows, next to me, and moved her knees apart. Cindy rubbed it into her vulva, where I couldn't see, and it looked like she was pushing some into Laura's vagina, too. "How's that?" "That feels great." I'm not sure whether she meant the gel or the fingers applying it, but decided it didn't matter. "So, what's the best way to do this?" She knelt, then leaned forward onto her hands and knees. "That looks fine, but I've got an idea. I don't know whether this will work. Cindy, would you lie down next to us, right here?" Cindy had already shed her robe and joined us on the bed. She shifted around and lay back so she was almost looking up into Laura's face. Laura saw what I had in mind and moved sideways a little. She leaned over Cindy with their bodies at an angle, so their faces were close but so that Cindy's legs weren't between Laura's. Laura leaned down for a quick kiss, then turned over her shoulder to me. "Thanks! OK, Alex, are you ready?" Almost too ready. Laura's position did the most to emphasize the shape of her womanly hip and tapered waist. If there was anything short of perfection about that lovely bottom, I have no idea what it was. I moved around behind her, knee-walking across the mattress, until I was lined up on the sweet crimson crevice of her sex. I probed inside her with one finger; it slid in effortlessly, barely even pausing at the ring of muscle just inside her vagina. Then I got closer. I moved her legs apart so both of mine fit between hers. I took my erection in hand and pressed it up into the little cheeks, parted so beautifully beneath the bigger ones. Laura reached up from under and took hold of my penis. She shifted it a little and said, "There. You can come in now." Despite her welcome, I didn't want to rush. The aloe made it incredibly easy for me to enter, though, and I was soon so deep that her bottom pressed against my stomach. I would have gone slower, but she leaned back into me even faster than I pushed forward. She looked over her shoulder at me with the smile of a little girl who's just mastered a new skill. I saw Cindy's hand caressing Laura's face from below and heard her ask, "How does it feel, Lauralove?" "We're going to use that aloe from now on. That was the easiest it's gone in so far." She was right, the slick, smooth feeling of her vagina was better than ever. I started working slowly in and out, pulling on Laura's lush, round hip. I nearly fell out of her; the tip of my penis felt the firm grasp of the entrance to her vagina. Then I eased in again, until her warmth pressed against my legs and stomach. Laura whispered to the lover below her. I caught only a few words, " ... deep inside ... full feeling ..." Whatever she was saying had visible effect on Cindy. I couldn't see the look on her face, but I saw Cindy reach for her furry pubis and saw her fingers pressing against her own sex. Seeing my twin sister masturbating under me, seeing Laura's hip rocking against me was beyond belief. Of its own accord, my body took on a stronger, sharper rhythm. Each inward stroke finished with a flick of my hip that sent ripples through the softness of Laura's hip and thigh. Cindy shifted a bit under Laura. As near as I could tell, she had taken one of Laura's dangling breasts into her mouth. Her hand's movement between her legs accelerated, too, as if keeping pace with my faster motions behind Laura. Soon, I bent over that beautiful bottom. My thighs touched the backs of hers, her hip warmed my lap. My earlier long, slow strokes gave way to shorter, sharper motions. My breath came loudly as I bucked against this lovely body, and Cindy's breathing changed as well. I saw her legs tighten, with cords of sinew standing out near her knees and hips. They softened, then returned as a new wave of tension radiated from her busy fingers. "I'm going to come, Lauralove, I'm coming for ..." her voice faded into vocal gasping. Just then, Laura started using her Kegel muscles, as she called them. That grip pulled me over the edge, too. I held her hips hard against mine, and felt my seed eject deeply into her. My own voice echoed Cindy's, in a lower octave, as we came above and below this golden goddess. My hips bucked over and over, pressing upward as much as in, sending ripples across the soft mass of Laura's rear and thighs. Soon, my body had finished. I lay forward onto Laura's back, peppering it with kisses. Waves of orgasm swept over Cindy, again and again, long after I was spent. Once I stopped bucking against her, Laura put one hand over Cindy's at her pubis, and a new spasm crossed her body. Soon, however, the waves came smaller and less often. Finally, something gave within Cindy's body. All tension left her at once, and she slumped onto the mattress. "Oh my god." Cindy's voice seemed weak. My erection had softened and fallen out of Laura. I sat back on my heels, still holding her hips in both hands. That made it easy see Cindy's fingers work their way up between Laura's legs, then see one press into her dripping vagina. "It's your turn, lover." Laura tilted forward so one soft breast hung into her lover's mouth, and one of her hands joined Cindy's between her legs. She must have been on the edge already, since her own soft moans started in just a moment. Soon, her kittenish sounds grew louder and more frequent. Cindy added a second finger to the one already inside Laura. Milky fluid oozed out between those fingers, then more as she pressed deeper in. Then I saw Laura's vagina contract around them, and heard her high moans turn to ecstatic gasps. Soon, she finished too. She leaned down, head on the mattress, and stared into my sister's eyes. Cindy held Laura's head close to hers. I heard her whisper, "Hey, mom. You're beautiful." I knew Cindy meant 'mom' as 'mother-to-be.' They glowed together as a warm scent of sex rose over them. I felt privileged to be part of that moment, even if not the important part. I figured they'd want a few more moments to themselves before facing the world again. "Ladies," I offered, "Do you want some coffee?" Cindy answered while Laura arranged herself into a comfortable sprawl across her body. "That would be great." I tugged on some jeans and left the room. I felt no need to rush back with the coffee, so I stopped in the bathroom on the way. The paper should have been out front by then, so I picked that up too. Eventually I went back to the guest room with three mugs: Laura's with cream, Cindy's with sugar, and mine black. The two long, elegant bodies lay entwined. Their embrace didn't change when I walked in, so I left their mugs on the nightstand and went to read the paper. That got the long weekend off to a warm, lazy start. Except for her post-coital cuddling with Laura, Cindy spent a lot of it making sure the two of us were happy and well fed. "Our stud has to keep his strength up, you know." Laura asked for another try late in the afternoon, and I obliged her. Cindy worked her up into a warm, receptive state and applied more aloe deep inside. Laura stood next to the couch, then leaned along the back of it so it supported the length of her torso. Cindy sat on the sofa and offered loving encouragement and caresses while I entered Laura from behind. By that time, it seemed almost normal for Cindy to be dressed, Laura bare from the waist down, and me nude. Sunday morning started out with 'morning wood' again, something that seemed to fascinate Laura. I awoke with the sheets off me again, and with Laura's firm grip around my erection. Her gentle hand had already teased a clear drop of pre-come to the tip. When she saw it, she milked my penis for more, as I had showed her, opened her robe, and applied it between her legs. I watched her for a moment, then mumbled "g'mornin." Her shyness about my male body had clearly passed. She looked up with a smile and said, "Hi. I hope you don't mind.." "Not at all," I answered. "I'm all yours this weekend. What can I do for you?" "Just the usual," she answered. "I'm ready to start any time you are." "But what about Cindy?" My sister answered, "Right here, Alex." She sat curled in the guest room's reading chair, off to the side. The way Laura had taken hold of my attention, I hadn't noticed her at first. She set her coffee cup on the breakfast tray, broke another fat leaf from the poor aloe plant and joined us on the bed. "If we're going to have Laura's baby, I'm going to be involved from the start. I wouldn't miss this for anything." Laura leaned back on both arms and sat with her knees up and apart. Her lovely bare labia parted for Cindy and me. Cindy split the aloe leaf and squeezed the gel onto her finger, then leaned toward Laura. I couldn't see between them as Cindy bent forward for a kiss but, with the writhing in Laura's hips, I could imagine the slick balm being pressed into her vagina. When Laura removed her hand from my erection, I had replaced it with my own. I had to slow down my stroking, though. Seeing these two beautiful women making love was almost too much, even if one was my twin sister. A moment later, Cindy sat back down on the mattress. Laura looked blissfully at me and asked, "Shall we?" "Certainly," I answered. With her robe still around her shoulders, Laura crawled over and straddled my hips. A two-hand gesture flipped the lower part of her robe out from under her. She leaned forward with one hand on the mattress next to me, then looked down to where my penis bobbed beneath her. Her other hand guided it toward the gateway to her womb. Laura sat back then, pushing her hip down onto my erection. The tip of my erection entered the outer warmth of her vulva. As she worked herself down onto me, I felt the ring of muscle at her outer vagina resist me for a moment, then I entered the deep warmth of her body. Her hips shifted a few times to find the most comfortable angle, then she sat down onto me. She looked at me for a moment, paused, then knelt up to lift her weight from my thighs. I reached out with both hands to her hips, and she sat smoothly down. Cindy had repositioned herself at the side of my knees, next to Laura, and held her from behind. Laura sank back into her embrace. As she leaned back, her eyes went wide and she put a hand low on her stomach, almost between us. "Oops." She leaned forward again and smiled sheepishly. "Bad angle." I offered encouragement, saying "It happens. Just find what feels good. Actually, there's a different position I'd like to try. No, don't get up." I sat all the way up, my erection still inside. "Now, can you get your legs around behind me?" A little awkwardly, she unbent her legs one at a time from the kneeling position and wrapped them around my hips. After that, I lifted her weight a little and folded the calves of my legs under her. Laura leaned back with her fingers laced behind my neck. Once she settled herself, she said, "This is a lot more comfortable than I thought it would be. Now what?" I answered, "Now it's my job." My thighs lifted her, then settled her back down onto my erection. I reached behind her hips with both hands and pulled her closer. Laura lifted her knees a little, and settled even more deeply onto me. I soon developed an easy rhythm of lifting her torso, then pulling her hip downwards and toward me. Cindy had crawled around behind me. Laura leaned forward, toward me and Cindy, until I felt her soft breasts on my chest. I kept one hand around her hip, but encircled her shoulders with my other arm. That made it easy to pull her whole weight down onto my erection. Something about that position really make me feel close to the woman with me (I almost said, "close to my lover"), as if I've entered the whole length of her torso. The new thing for me was the feeling of Cindy behind me, embracing Laura but including me in her hug, too. Feeling myself sandwiched between these warm, soft lovers was the hottest thing I had ever felt. My legs lifted Laura and lowered her again more strongly. When I tugged her down onto my erection, holding her shoulder and hip, she leaned into me, too. Cindy cooed loving nothings over my shoulder while she caressed Laura's face. I can't describe the odd set of interlocking feelings just then, knowing that this interlude was for the lovers surrounding me, not for me, but being a welcome and loved part anyway. Soon, I whispered into Laura's ear, too. "Here it comes, pretty one, here ... it ... comes!" My voice rumbled into a low growl as my hips bucked upward, launching semen into Laura's womanly depth. I was almost afraid that my bear hug would hurt her, but her Yin strength absorbed all that my Yang could pour into her. I grunted my way through the next few thrusts, barely aware that Laura had pressed my cheek to hers and had laced her fingers into my hair. Soon, I slumped forward onto her shoulder. My arm around her supported me more than her, then. Cindy hugged us both from behind, gave me a peck on the cheek, and said, "Thanks, Alex. That was beautiful." I lifted myself off Laura's shoulder and looked into her eyes. She had a happy look, but it clearly hadn't done for her what it had for me. She brushed a wisp of hair off my forehead and added, "Yes, thank you. Now, I don't want to rush you or anything, but I don't want to get sore, either." I answered, "Of course. Just lean back." I leaned with her, and the two of us rolled onto the mattress. This man-on-top position made it easy for me to disengage. Cindy, still in her bathrobe, passed tissues around. I wiped my deflated penis while Laura cleaned herself. It's one of those things that a lady just can't do gracefully, but that just adds to the animal intimacy of having sex. After wiping, she examined her tissue and said, "I hope you left enough inside to do the job." I teased her. "Hey, I put it where I was supposed to. After that, it's up to you." Cindy gave us dry tissues to wrap the wet ones in, then discarded the white handfuls. Next, she reached over for the breakfast tray and set it on the mattress between us. Coffee, croissants, and some huge green grapes offered a light snack and some replacement calories. We munched in friendly silence while the ladies snuggled together. We soon finished the food, but the ladies showed no sign of unwinding from each other. I crawled out of the bed, saying "I must smell like a goat -- I need a shower." Although true, I also wanted to give the lovers more time to themselves. I grabbed my jeans, clean underwear, and a T-shirt, and left the room. I lingered in the shower, offering myself up as a boiled offering to the gods of hot water. Although the noise of the shower masked pretty much any other sound, I thought I heard a voice from the room next door. I couldn't hear words, but the irregular rhythm left me thinking that there might not be any. Sure enough, the voice turned to visceral moans, in the higher pitch that sounded like Laura's voice. I realized that Cindy was doing for Laura what I couldn't, giving her real sexual satisfaction. That didn't bother me, though, or not much. I understood my position as an accessory to motherhood, not really as a lover. That didn't stop my erection from pumping itself half full as the voice peaked and passed its peak. I finished my shower, then went to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee. The Sunday paper had arrived, so I read the funnies and started on the crossword. The ladies came back downstairs -- I hadn't heard them go up -- in jeans and work boots. I had promised some help with yard work, so we got started. They could have done it all themselves, but it was easier when I helped cut the heavier branches and move the landscaping timbers. Towards two o'clock, we had done all the things they wanted help with. I was still game to go, but they graciously declined the offer. Laura and I relaxed while Cindy went inside for some water. We sat in the shade and enjoyed the cool breeze.