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Either is Not the Only Choice

By: Scorpio44



Because this story contains incest, first time sex, oral, threesome sex, and some romance it was difficult to put it in one category. The farm no longer exists outside this story.

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Living on a farm, miles from town and a mile from our nearest neighbor centered my young life on my parents. For months I didn't see anyone but them. I lived believing that my life was like the life of any other kid. All that changed when I started school. 

The nearest school started with first grade so I was almost six when I started school. On the first day I learned that I was different and my family was different.

I was taken from the office to my first grade class and greeted there by Miss Armstrong, the teacher. I was assigned a seat and my first day at school began. Miss Armstrong asked each student about their family and who had brought them to school that day. Most of the kids in my class were the oldest child in their families and had either one or two other kids in their families. Every one of them were brought to school by either Mom, Dad, or both.

"Nick, your turn."

"I have no brothers or sisters. Inga and Hans had two children when they lived in Denmark before the war but they died in the war. Hans brought me to school today."

"Are Inga and Hans your Mom and Dad?" the teacher asked.

"No. They are my parents. My Mom and Dad are in heaven."

For the years that I attended that school I heard about how sad it was that my "real parents" were dead. I also heard cruel and hurtful remarks about living with foreigners instead of my "real family." Those things hurt. I loved Inga and Hans and they were my real family, my real parents!

I did miss not calling Inga Mom. She didn't want me to call her that because she said, "You have a Mother and a Father and they are in heaven. You only get one Mother and one Father but you can lots of people who love you and care for you."

As I spent time with other children I discovered other ways my family was different. Lots of the kids in my class started school without knowing much. The teacher started by teaching the alphabet and many of the kids didn't know it. Some could only count to ten. Miss Armstrong held up a picture of a hen and asked what it was. I raised my hand and said, "A Rhode Island Red." The kids laughed and Miss Armstrong corrected me by saying it was a picture of a chicken. I knew it was a chicken. I thought she wanted to know what kind.

Inga had taught me the alphabet when I was two. By three she and I read books every day. Once a week Hans would drive into town and buy things we needed and stop at the library. When I started school I was reading books on my own.

Inga and Hans taught me every day. I knew what kind of horse we had, and what kind of chickens and pigs. In our garden we grew flowers and vegetables. I knew the names and how to care for each different plant. I worked in the garden every day with Inga and worked helping Hans often as well. 

By the time I was ten Inga, Hans and I were doing algebra, reading books and all manner of other things that caught our interest. My classmates, for the most part, read what was assigned, studied only as much as they were required and hated school.

Our family locked up our home every Christmas vacation and went somewhere. Hans wanted to see America and so we traveled. We went at Christmas because farmers are pretty busy during spring, summer, and fall. I saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time on Christmas day when I was twelve. 

Inga and Hans had grown up in Sweden and Denmark. In a different place and much different times than I grew up. They worked at becoming Americans and adopting American ways of doing things. Still, some things from their experiences growing up came with them. When I was hit by puberty I became aware of one of those differences.

When I was little Inga or Hans would strip me down and take me with them into the shower. We got clean and we played in the water. As I got older we still showered together, saw each other naked, and left the bathroom door open most of the time. I had grown up seeing Inga and Hans naked without shame or discomfort.

In warm weather we worked in the garden without clothes. It saves the clothes and skin is easier to wash than clothes, Inga said. Hans and I built a shower outside near the back porch so we could clean up before going into the house. When the shower was done the three of us showered together and laughed in celebration of such a wonderful new thing. In that shower things changed for me.

I was washing Hans' back and Inga was washing me. Then Hans said, "Switch!" and we all turned around. My soapy hands were on Inga's breasts. I had washed her body hundreds of times with thoughts of how smooth her skin was and how squishy her breasts felt. I'd asked her years before about why Hans and I had penises but she only had hair. She had shown me that she did have more than hair. Now as I washed her I had a strange feeling. I was getting an erection.

I'd had lots of them. I had one almost every morning when I woke up. I'd read the two books we got from the library about "Boys growing up." This was the first time I got a boner (a word the boys at school used) in front of Inga or Hans.

"I think our boy is growing up, Hans."

"I noticed."

"I'm embarrassed," I said, blushing.

"No need to be," Inga said. "Erections are normal and natural. Hans has them too."

"I never saw him with one."

"I do have them. Inga is a sexy woman and I am attracted to her."

That incident led to a few conversations about sex and then to conversations about the responsibility a man has for his sexuality and how he uses it. It was a mostly academic discussion for a long time.

I went through junior high and high school knowing girls were there and being interested without ever doing much about the interest. I was one third of the work force on our farm and with studying and farm work I had no real time to focus on girls and dating. 

In my senior year I sat next to Angela Jensen for second period. I had known her since the first day of first grade. Back then she was a skinny, blond haired, smart mouthed girl. Now, she looked different. She was taller, had hips, legs, and lumps in her sweater. Best of all when she moved I could smell her. Worst of all every time I smelled her I got another boner. I walked between second and third period classes carrying my books in front of my Levis.

After a week of this I told Inga and Hans and asked what I could do. They talked about the dilemma and concluded that I should learn to masturbate. That way I could relieve some of the pent up pressure I was feeling. Hans took me out on the back porch and showed me a way to masturbate. He coached me on technique and watched me do it until I had my first masturbation orgasm. He taught me how to clean up, talked to me about the social rules for masturbation and then he went back in the house. I thought about Andrea as I masturbated and quickly had another orgasm. I cleaned up and went in the house for supper.

I established a pattern and masturbated twice a day; once before I went to school and once as soon as I got home. Because Hans and Inga didn't make it anything taboo or shameful I didn't hide. Most days I did it sitting on the back porch. I thought about Andrea almost every time. Once in a while I thought about Inga. Hans was right, she was beautiful. She had always been beautiful to me but now she was starting to look sexy.

Over the summer after high school I rode into town as often as I could. I went swimming at the city pool, played baseball at the park, all the stuff the city kids did, I did. I wanted to be around the girls.

As I was getting ready to leave the house one day Inga and Hans sat down with me and Hans said, "Remember the talks we had about sexuality?"

"Of course."

"We think it is time you learned more. Pretty soon you will start dating and there are things you need to know."

"OK."

Inga spoke, "We want you to know how to do the things couples do together."

Hans interrupted, "Not just know how but be good at them."

"Yes, Hans is right. Sex is not the most important part of a relationship but it is very important. If you are not a good kisser you may never get to the really good parts of sex. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Perhaps this will help. Hans, please kiss me like I am someone you know but aren't attracted to."

Hans leaned over and his lips touched hers lightly and for perhaps two seconds.

"Thank you. Now kiss me."

Hans took her face in his hands and gently touched his lips to hers. Seconds later I could tell their mouths were open and their tongues touching. They held each other's bodies and pressed them together. I started to get an erection. When they ended the kiss I noticed that Hans must have had an erection too. His pants were tented in front like mine.

"Nick, stand here in front of me, please."

"Now kiss me."

I had kissed Inga a thousand times over the years, on the cheek, and a few times on the mouth. This was different. She wanted me to kiss her like Hans kissed her. As I took her face in my hands I heard Hans coaching me.

"Don't hurry. When your lips touch be soft and gentle. You aren't holding her face, you are caressing it. Let your hands be oh so gentle. When you need a breath back away just enough and the move your nose to the other side of her nose and kiss her again."

I had listened to Hans coaching me all my life. Riding a bike, playing catch, hitting a baseball, and playing chess were all learned with his coaching. I trusted that voice. I did just what he said. After five or twenty kisses Inga said, "Enough!"

I dropped my hands and pulled back. Had I done something wrong?

"Nick, while we were kissing what were you thinking about?"

"Kissing you,"

"Were you thinking about doing it right?"

"Yes. I want to be good at it."

"This may be the toughest part of this lesson. You think about all that when you aren't kissing. You think about everything you ever learn about kissing before you kiss me. When you kiss me you stop thinking and just kiss me."

"Kissing is like that meditation stuff the Buddhists do?"

"In a way, yes. If you can kiss me without thinking about technique you will kiss me as an expression of why you are kissing me. I will feel the authenticity of that stronger than any technique."

"Why am I kissing you?"

"Because it is a powerful way for people to tell each other the love each other, that they care for each other and the want to share Life with them."

"May I kiss you again, please?"

The answer was an unspoken yes. I held her face and looked into Inga's eyes. I don't think I had ever looked into her eyes as I did right then. Slowly we came together and I was aware of the warmth of her lips and the breath passing between us. I thought about how much I loved Inga. I disappeared.

I came back when the kiss ended. I cannot tell you anything about that kiss except her reaction to it. When the kiss ended she pulled back just a little, keeping her arms around me.

"Sweet heart, I have been kissed by your soul. Hans, I am dripping. Our son will be a wonderful lover."

"Inga, what does that mean?"

"Nick, when a woman is kissed as an expression of love her body reacts. It reacts by lubricating her vagina. That is her body's way of getting ready for coitus."

"Coitus is when a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina."

"Yes. When a man is ready he has an erection. When I am ready I lubricate."

"Then I think our bodies are ready."

They both laughed. I laughed too but wasn't quite sure what was funny.

Hans kissed Inga and told me that that was the lesson for today. Inga said that I should not practice on any of the girls in town, yet. She said I could practice with her anytime I wanted but until I had at least four more lessons I was not to kiss any of the girls that lived or visited our county. I promised.

Hans took Inga back in the house and they stayed in there for a long time. I cleaned the chicken coop, swept the barn and fed the hogs while they were gone. I also masturbated. I thought of kissing Inga as I came.

The next day I was awakened by Inga crawling into bed with me. I had been sleeping nude since I was six and I knew Inga and Hans did to. She snuggled up close and kissed me. I kissed her back. When the kiss ended she said, "Kiss my neck, please."

I shifted on the bed and felt my morning boner press against Inga. Then I kissed her neck, starting at her collarbone and working my way to her earlobe. I kept thinking, "I kiss you to tell you I love you." When I reached her ear lobe I sucked it in and held it. Inga squirmed a little.

I moved to the other side of her neck. I kissed from the lobe to the collarbone, not for any reason but that is what I did. I was loving Inga.

After I reached her collarbone I shifted again and kissed her mouth. She sucked my tongue in and I felt the inside of her mouth. Our lips pressed together softly at first and then with a feeling of urgency. She tasted so good! I reminded myself that my body was saying "I love you".

Many kisses later Inga reached down and wrapped her hand around my erection. Thousands of times she had held and touched and washed my penis since I was a baby. She had never held my erection like this.

"I'm going to teach you another way people kiss. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes!"

The blankets flew back as Inga tossed them to the floor of my room. She moved so that her head was near my erection. She moved closer still and touched her lips to the head of my boner. She kissed the head over and over and it felt incredible! Her lips opened and she sucked me in! The feeling was unbelievable! I felt the cum rise like when I masturbated but stronger. I didn't know what to do with my hands and ended up holding Inga's head as I filled her mouth with my load. Somehow she swallowed every drop. 

She let me drop from her mouth and smiled at me. "Did you like that?"

"Yes! That was incredible! Did you do that so I could learn how to do that to Hans and other men?"

"No. However, if you decide you would like to see if you like giving that kind of pleasure I'm sure Hans would let you. I did that to show you that oral pleasure is wonderful and it is not limited to one way."

"You don't have a penis. Can someone give you oral sex? All your parts are inside."

Inga opened her legs and I noticed she was shaved. I'd never seen her without hair on her vulva. I'd seen drawings in books but I didn't really know what I was looking at. Now a warm, wet vulva was right there inches from my face. Inga pointed out and named the parts. She had me touch and notice the different feels. She had me lick her outer lips and notice how they swelled from being stimulated. I licked some more and noticed she was getting wetter. I used my fingers to open her lips wide and I licked in between the lips, where it was slippery and wet. She tasted good, and I loved the smell. I had licked with a wide tongue and now I pointed it as best I could, looking for the features I had seen so I could feel them with my tongue. I did.

I paid attention to the reaction I got from each place I touched. Inga loved having my tongue in her vagina. She loved when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and she shook and screamed when I sucked on her clitoris. Juices flowed from her as she shook and her breathing was ragged. Her hands held my head and pressed my face into her vulva.

"Oh Nick, suck my pussy!"

"Pussy?" I wonder why anyone would call it that. 

I may have been wondering but I kept licking and sucking her pussy as I lapped up every drop of her juices. Finally, she pushed me away.

"Enough! You'll kill a woman if you do that too long!"

"Really?"

"No, but my nerve endings get so sensitive that I can't stand it any more."

We cuddled for a while and then got up to start our day. Around a farm there are always things that need to be done. I ate breakfast and went out to do them. I cleaned the coop, fed and watered the hogs, brushed and cared for our horse and put fresh hay in her part of the barn. I swept the barn, both porches on the house and was thinking about washing the outside windows when I saw Inga in the garden.

I walked over and when she saw me she stood up from weeding. I embraced her and asked for a kiss. My arms were around her waist and her breasts pressed against my chest. I was already erect. She shifted and my boner was between her thighs. It felt great! We kissed. She held my ass and pulled me to her. I kept thinking, "My body is telling you I love you." 

When the kiss ended Inga said, "We can't spend all day kissing. I have things to do besides feel my juices slide down my legs. Now, go back to work young man."

She turned and started to kneel back down when I slipped a finger into her juices. She jumped and tried to punch me. I bounced away and put my finger in my mouth. She laughed and said, "We've created a monster!"

That night I talked with Hans about oral sex and he told me about his preferences. I decided I wasn't interested in doing anything with a man at that time. I was learning about women and that seemed to be the most important to me.

A few days later I went into town and went swimming at the city pool. Most of the city kids were there at the pool. I was still interested in Andrea but she seemed more interested in Matt Williams. He was a year older than us and was getting ready to start his second year at the local junior college. His claim to fame was that he played football. It seemed the girls of our town really liked football players. We mostly hung out at the pool as a group and joked, laughed and had fun together. Matt invited the group back to his house to dance and have snacks. About ten of us went.

Matt danced just with Andrea. He put some slow songs on their record player and danced very close to Andrea. I wanted to dance with Andrea but since she was occupied with Matt I danced with Betsy and with Carole. I discovered I liked dancing with both of them and I watched Andrea at the same time. After dancing to a few songs Matt kissed Andrea when a song ended. At first I was jealous of Matt and then I paid attention to how he kissed Andrea. It was nothing like the kisses I had learned. One of the other girls saw the kiss too and recommended we play spin the bottle. Lucky for me one of the other kids didn't know how to play either so the girl, Betsy, who had recommended the game explained.

We sat in a circle and whoever was "it" spun a bottle lying on its side in the middle. The closest person of the opposite sex to where the bottle pointed when it stopped would kiss the person who spun the bottle.

Betsy spun first and the bottle pointed at Pete. Pete was the joker of our group and he made the kiss a joke. As their lips touched he made a loud smacking noise with his mouth. Betsy looked disappointed as she sat back down. Pete spun and the bottle aimed at Carole, the shyest girl in the whole town. I believed she would blush for the rest of her life if Pete kissed her. Again he made it a joke, by kissing her hand. Now it was her turn.

She spun the bottle and it landed on Matt. Carole said something about not kissing Matt as she looked at Andrea but Andrea urged her to "Go ahead, kiss him." Matt leaned over and kissed Carole full on the mouth and made the kiss last fifteen seconds or so. There were Ooooo's and Ahhhh's from the others around the circle as the kiss lasted.

Matt spun and got Betsy. She really wanted to be kissed by Matt. She put her arms around his neck and was in no hurry. Matt kissed her just like he kissed Carole and got more Ooooo's and Ahhhhh's as his reward.

Betsy spun and got me. A momentary look passed over her that said that she didn't want to kiss me but had hoped to get another shot at Matt. I leaned towards her and remembered my lessons. My lips touched hers and softly pressed against hers. I increased the pressure just a little and then backed away. The kiss didn't last long but was effective. I got her attention. We sat back down and I was told to spin. As I grasped the bottle I was thinking I wanted to kiss Andrea. As I spun the bottle I realized I really just wanted to kiss someone other than Inga. 


Either is Not the Only Choice Ch. 02



[This story takes place years after 'Either is not the Only Choice'. It could fit in other categories but I submit it in incest for a good reason. The incest is there, even in the unwritten. If you read "Either..." it will be obvious. This story contains romance, threesome sex, cunnilingus, and coitus. Your feedback is requested.]

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"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I said, wondering where this was headed.

"I need an honest answer to a question. If I ask the question will you tell me the truth?"

"I will never lie to you or withhold the truth."

"Even if the truth will break my heart?"

I sat quiet for a long time. I have no idea how long. Breaking her heart is not something I would ever have considered doing. Just getting this far into this conversation had me realize that I loved her.

My eyes locked with hers. I saw the tears sitting at the edge of her eyes. I knew that whatever the question was it was important to her.

"Krystn, I love you. Ask anything you want, I will still love you."

A smile crept to her eyes and mouth. Her eyes stayed on mine.

"I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?"

"If I can, I will."

"Good! Go home and pack what you need to spend a weekend with me. We are going to a cabin at the lake."

"You were at the edge of tears about asking me to spend a weekend locked away with you in a cabin? I don't get it."

"I know. Going with me is just the first part. If this weekend goes as I pray it does I will cry tears of joy. I promise."

"You aren't going to explain are you?"

"No. Words won't do."

She kissed me with her soft, warm, tender lips and I melted. I leaned for another and she stopped me.

"Go! I want to go as soon as you get back!"

I read comic books as a kid and dreamed of being Flash! As I left Krystn's apartment I wished for that speed again. It didn't work. Forty-eight minutes later I was back. I knocked and the door opened. Krystn handed me a small suitcase and we were on our way.

I followed her directions and an hour later we were driving near Minatare Lake. We found the cabin and I parked near the door. About fifty meters from the cabin a small dock stretched onto the calm lake. A twelve foot row boat was tied to the dock. The cabin itself was an "A" frame with windows and doors at the ends. 

Krystn unlocked the door and led us in. I carried the two bags. The ground floor was a large kitchen-living room with a bathroom. Half the cabin had a sleeping loft above the kitchen and bathroom. The loft also had a bathroom.

Once I had taken the bags up to the loft I looked out over the lake. As many times as I had been out here as a kid I had never been here with a date. And, never in a cabin with sex on my mind.

Krystn stood behind me and put her arms around me. I stood holding her hands as she held me. It felt right. 

When I turned around I noticed that she had changed clothes. She was no longer wearing the long sleeved shirt or the jeans she wore as we drove. A white lacy bra and panties were the extent of her wardrobe. As we kissed she began undressing me. I helped. Soon I was down to tented briefs and socks. 

My hands roamed over her back and found that the strap across her back had no clasps on it. I moved around behind her and kissed her neck. My hands followed the path created by her bra and they came together at the front closure. They have always been my favorite openings. I never want to call it a closure. A woman closes it. I get to open it! What a delightful opportunity.

Her bra seemed to really like her breasts. Even when the opening was open the cups continued to hold her breasts lovingly. As I pulled the cloth away from her breasts I wanted to say, 'Enough, it's my turn.'

Krystn is Nordic like many of us in this part of America, so she's pale. Late in the summer she might have had tan lines and they would have been faint. On this fall day she was pale all over. The pink of her areola and nipples stood out from the pale skin around them. They showed for mere seconds before my hands covered them. I loved how they felt. Big enough to fill my hands and just slightly heavy.

I wondered, for a moment, about why she was giving herself to me now. We had dated and kissed but my advances had been gently rebuffed until today. She had asked me to do her a favor, as if sex was a favor.

The fragrance from her neck and the breasts in my hands restored my focus. Her head tilted and gave me better access to her neck. I kissed and made a trail up to her ear lobe. I took it between my lips and she moaned.

"Oh Lars, yes! Bite me!"

I did. All over her ear I gently nibbled at her edges. I felt my hardness increasing. I had never nibbled an ear before. I thought about how loud my breathing would sound with my mouth so close to her ear opening. I kissed without breathing as long as I could.

"Breathe."

I pulled back an inch or two and took a breath. The two thin layers of cotton between her ass and my cock were allowing us to feel our heat pressed together. My thoughts swirled from one thought to another. Just about every thought was preceded by the thought, 'faster' or 'slower, make it last.'

The woman in my arms turned and faced me. Her arms went around my shoulders and she drew my face down to her chest. I knew what she wanted and some quirk in me had me smile and kiss her collarbone.

Krystn's breath sucked in and she whispered, "Suck my tit, please."

I left the collarbone and took her left breast in my mouth, avoiding her nipple. I kissed all around her breast without touching the nipple or areola, just the way Betsy had taught me. My left hand grasped her right breast and squeezed firmly. After some time enjoying all of her ample breast I pulled the nipple in and played it with my tongue. My left hand went around behind her and applied pressure to hold her against me.

I traded the left breast for the right and we danced together swaying to unheard music and singing a silent song in perfect harmony. Time disappeared. Krystn's panties disappeared. I cannot recall how that happened. I can remember seeing her completely smooth pussy for the first time. My briefs disappeared just as easily. I had never seen my cock with her hand wrapped around it before. I loved how it looked and I loved how it felt. 

We moved to the music and danced slowly to the bed. The music changed to a horizontal mambo and we slowly danced it in sync. Somehow I was wearing a condom. I felt her holding me inside as if I were bareback. She was slippery, warm and welcoming. 

The music in my head changed and became more urgent. My hips responded and hers answered.

"Oh Honey, you feel so good! I want to cum with you inside me."

The light was dim but enough light still came in to show me her face looking up at me and smiling. Her eyes were filled again with tears. Our pace changed again and the song we sang was in moans and heavy breathing.

I could feel the juices building pressure in me, racing forward toward my orgasm.

"Cum with me, Sweetheart. Bathe me in your nectar! I'm so close!"

Krystn arched her back and I flooded her as she flooded me. I buried my face in the nape of her neck and did my best to inhale her essence! Oh, the feelings were so very strong. I had never felt so connected to another person as I felt connected to Krystn.

She shifted just enough to drop me beside her. We kissed and calmed and kissed some more. I played with her hair and caressed her face. She felt my chest and one finger traced the scar just under my left pec. I knew what peace felt like. I fell asleep holding her.

A short nap had us wake into darkness and hunger. We made some dinner in the kitchen cooking and touching often. Krystn seemed quite comfortable being nude with me. I had been raised believing that clothes were for going to town and for bad weather. We sat at the small table and fed each oth4er supper and then we went back to bed.

We didn't turn on the loft lights but the moon gave us enough light to find our way. We found the bed. I found her body and explored it by Braille. She found my cock and showed me that she knew how to get a proper response from both manual and oral stimulation. As I felt the approach of an orgasm I warned her.

"Honey, if you don't want my load in your mouth you had best move soon."

Her movements were to insure that I gave her every drop in her mouth. I moaned and shot pulses for seed into her welcoming mouth. In return for such pleasure I devoted my attentions to her pussy. First with hands and fingers and then with my tongue and face. She loved being eaten. Krystn arched her back as she approached her orgasm and became loudly vocal. We cuddled after she came and it didn't take too long before I was asleep.

In the middle of the night I woke up with an urge to drain my radiator. I slowly crept from the bed and went into the bathroom. I closed the door and sat down. My Dad told me years before that when I was with a woman always sit to pee. It makes less noise and never leaves the seat wet. I listened to myself go and when I stopped I went back to bed.

I spooned behind Krystn and she backed into me. She felt a little cool and I wondered if I had left her uncovered when I went to the bathroom. Without waking she adjusted her fit against me until it was perfect. I was back asleep in moments.

As the sunlight flooded the cabin I woke up with two instantly competing thoughts: 'Krystn is in bed with me naked and I'm hungry.' Before I could have much of an internal discussion she rolled over to face me.

"How do you feel about morning breath kisses?" She asked.

"I don't know, let's find out."

There was little breath in our kissing. Tongue and lips along with hands and lots of skin-to-skin contact, but very little breath.

"I like it. Want more?"

"What I want is lovin." She smiled as she said it.

"Plain or fancy?"

"Was last night plain or fancy?" She kissed me softly. 

"I think it started out fancy and went to plain in the middle and ended up back at fancy." I kissed her as softly as I could manage.

"In that case I want a little fancy and then as much plain as you can manage."

I rolled over onto her and kissed her with passion and tongue exploration. She responded with equal enthusiasm. A few kisses later I moved down and opened her legs.

"What now?" She asked.

"My breakfast. Fancy lips for nibbling."

"Oh my, you're serious." 

She watched as I spread her legs and began licking her pussy. She was wet. At first touch she tensed and then opened her legs wider for me. I nibbled gently on her lips, used my wide tongue to stimulate and taste as much of her as I could. She moaned. She fell back on the pillow and held my head with her hands.

"Oh! Oh, Lars. That feels so good! I've never..."

The taste of her was so sweet, so different from any other taste in the world except another woman. All women taste different but they all taste just like woman. All the woman I had tasted were identifiable as different but they all tasted like pussy I love that taste and enjoyed myself lapping, licking and nibbling for a long time. I was in no hurry at all. 'Find out what works and do it.' Andrea's voice said in my memory.

I touched her button and felt her tense. I touched it again and her nectar flooded out wetting my face. As much as I could drink I did and she started to shake. Every muscle in her was shuddering. Her legs tightened and her back arched.

As her orgasm took control I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and sucked.

She moaned a long low moan that built until it was a scream! Her body thrashed until I thought we would both fall off the bed. I released her clit and she began, eventually, to relax.

"Please, I think I want the plain now."

Without speaking I turned her on the bed until I was standing beside the bed with her legs in my hands and my cock at her entrance. I pushed in slowly and in one stroke was completely in. I held still with our bodies pressed together.

She wiggled. I pulled back and began doing everything I could do to be completely within her. I watched as my cock slid in and slid out of her pussy. We heard the sloppy noises we made together. We looked in each other's face and kissed without breaking our rhythm. 

Krystn took my hands and put them on her breasts.

"Pinch my nipples!"

I did not slow my thrusts. I took her nipples between my thumbs and first fingers and squeezed.

"Oh Honey! I'm cumming again!"

Krystn thrashed all over the bed and we disconnected as she thrashed. When she regained a little control I was able to get back inside her and her eyes flew open and she said, "Yes! Do me hard!"

I did. I figured we'd both be bruised tomorrow but I didn't care! As my orgasm neared I told her it was coming and so was I. 

"Fill me!"

I did. As the first throb of juice shot into her I realized we were bareback! I pulled back and shot the rest on her belly and tits.

My face must have betrayed my thoughts. Krystn pulled my face to hers and said, "No worries, mate. Relax. I'll explain soon."

"I don't want you to get pregnant right now."

"I won't. Relax. Just love me."

"I do. I love you."

We kissed again and I let her legs fall to the bed.

" I'm all sweaty. You're covered in my juices. Perhaps a shower is in order?"

"OK. You go in and get started. I'll join you soon."

Inside the bathroom I started the shower and while it heated I peed. What did she mean 'No worries'? I got in the shower and called out, "Water's fine. Come on in."

She stepped in and we kissed under the stream of hot water. We soaped and laughed and kissed our way through a quick or semi-quick shower. Krystn turned and shut the water off. We stepped out and dried each other.

We walked into the loft and looked at the mess we had made of the bed. 

"Help me strip the bed and then we'll have breakfast."

Three minutes later the bed was made with fresh sheets.

"Lars, lay down a minute. I have a surprise for you."

As I hit the bed and rolled to look at her beautiful body and smile I asked, "Another surprise? I love your surprises!"

She ran down the stairs and I waited. About a minute went by and I heard nothing. Then I heard her on the stairs.

"Lars, remember I asked if you trusted me?"

"Yes! I remember and I do."

"Please close your eyes until I tell you to open them. OK?"

"I have my hands over my eyes and they are closed."

I heard movement. Footsteps on the stairs then movement in the loft. I felt her get on the bed beside me and kiss me. Her hand covered mine, telling me to keep my eyes closed.

When I felt someone else get on the bed on the other side I jumped! What was this? I attempted to uncover my eyes.

"No, not yet. Relax Honey. Remember, you trust me."

My head relaxed into the pillow and my mind went wild! What was she doing?

Her hand lifted from mine. I lifted my hands from my eyes and slowly opened them. It could not be! I closed my eyes again.

"Yes! It is true. What you see is what you get!"

My eyes opened and sitting on either side of me was Krystn! There were two of her! Both were nude. Both were identical. A million thoughts went through my mind. One particular thought made me laugh. Not to myself, but out loud.

Krystn looked at me like I must have gone crazy.

I sat up and took both of her in my arms and kissed them in turn.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I kept kissing and saying thank you. I also laughed.

"Hold it!" Krystn pulled back and held my face.

"What are you thanking us for and..."

"Why are you laughing?"

"As we drove up here yesterday I decided I was going to ask you to marry me." I held up my hand as they both had opened their mouths to talk. "I had a problem though and I haven't ever been able to figure out how to approach the problem. You just solved the problem."

"You were going to ask me to marry you?" Her combined voice was a whisper.

"I was."

"And now?"

I took them both by the hands and sitting naked on the bed I said, "I want both of you to marry me. I love you. I want to spend every minute of my life loving you. Will you marry me?"

Tears flowed. Both nodded but didn't speak for a while.

"Wait! What was the something complicating asking me to marry you?"

"Are you willing to wait until supper time for the answer?"

"Why?"

"I want to take you to meet my parents."

"Both of us?!"

"Yes! It is so perfect. They will love you both and you will love them. Please say yes."

"Yes." I loved the sound of their voices when they spoke in unison. 

"Now, can we have breakfast?"

"Yes!" 

We went down to the kitchen and my two beautiful nude women started cooking. I walked out to my truck and got my cell phone. I called home.

"Hans, are you in the house?" "I want you all to get ready for a special supper today. I have asked Krystn to marry me. We are coming home so you all can meet Krystn. Ask Inga what time she wants us there." "OK. No problem. We can be there before supper if you want." "OK. We'll be there by three." "I'm not going to tell you anything more about Krystn except she will fit in our family perfectly. Good-bye Hans. I love you."

Krystn stood together in the doorway listening to my side of the conversation.

"Hungry?"

"Yes! Let's eat."

We sat down and ate. Near the end of the meal I asked, "You both were in bed with me last night."

"We had to know."

"Know what?"

"Ever since we were little we knew that we couldn't be married to two men. We have shared everything all our lives. We had to find a man who could and would love both of us. You are that man."

"Who is Hans?"

"My granddad. He would say he's my grandparent. To me he's granddad."

"You told Hans that they would love me. What will they think when me turns out to be us?"

"Perfection!"

"You told Hans three o'clock. How long will it take us to drive there?"

"About an hour. Our farm is near Bayard."

"Good! There is something I want to find out before we go!" 

Krystn took my hand and her sister's and led us upstairs. She pushed us onto the bed and joined us.

"I know what kind of lover you are with me. I heard what you did to my sister. I wonder, what would you think about us being lovers as well as sisters."

"Do you always want me to watch as you love each other or may I love you both as well?"

"He's the one!" Unison was becoming my favorite sound.

Six hands, four breasts, two pussies and a cock make a wonderful morning. We had hours and spent them in joy. As I was inside Krystn I asked, "One of you told me not to worry about not having a condom on. Why?"

She looked up at me and answered, "I cannot have children. On the outside we are identical but only my sister can be a mom. Can you love me anyway?"

I kept stroking in and out of her and bent to her mouth. After the kiss ended I said, "Sweetheart, I love you, not your reproductive ability. One of the closest people to me in the world cannot have babies. I love her as I love my own mother."

We shared plain love and mixed in a little fancy so we all felt fully and completely taken care of and cared for. We dressed and cleaned the cabin, even did the sheets. We were in the truck by one-forty. 

As we drove Krystn shared that she had a girl friend drive her to the cabin earlier in the day and she stayed in the storage area until I got up to go to the bathroom and then they traded places.

"Going into the storage from being in your arms was quite a let down" 

"Let's not do that anymore, OK?"

"Deal!" Again, that unison voice.

When I turned off the highway I could see the barns. I pointed them out and said, "That's our farm."

"Do we look OK?"

"Yes! You look good enough forever."

No one was in the yard between the barns and house. I parked in the barn. We got out and I hit the horn once. "That's a farm doorbell," I said. 




Either is Not the Only Choice Ch. 02



I heard the back door creak as it opened. Hans was first out. Inga helped him. Behind Inga was my Dad, Nick. Following Nick were Betsy and then Andrea. Their smiles were ready and their eyes bright. As Hans looked at the barn door we stepped into the light. He stopped and then started to laugh. Inga held on and then she looked up and started to laugh too.

I put my arms around Krystn and helped them walk towards my laughing family. Hans and Inga came down the steps and the rest followed. Hans hugged me and then both Krystns. Each family member took their turn hugging Krystn. I introduced each by name.

Hugs complete, Krystn looked confused. I took them to our huge picnic table and sat everyone down. As I sat Nick said, "They didn't know?"

"We still don't." Unison!

"Nick is my Dad. Hans is his parent as is Inga. Betsy and Andrea are my Mom."

They looked as I spoke and then they started to cry. They hugged each other and kept crying.

"What's wrong?" Betsy asked.

"Nothing! We're so happy. We found him!"

Tears flowed for a while and hugs were shared as well. Finally, there was a silent pause and Hans said, "Aren't we ever going to eat?"

During supper Andrea asked, "Are you really both Krystn?"

"Yes. We knew that marrying two women presents problems but if there were two women with the same name, same birthday, same parents it might be easier to get away with it. So, when we were twenty, one of us moved to Denver and changed her name. We also figured marrying a farmer would make it easier because we'd be living out in the country without so many people looking all the time."

"Are you staying the night?"

I looked at Krystn. "We have to sleep in the hay loft. It's a family tradition."

Betsy spoke up. "The first time Nick and I joined we were in the loft. Our first night sleeping together as a family was in the loft."

"Then we would be honored to carry on the family tradition." I loved that unison voice. I still do.

Now there are two more sets of unison voices around our farm. One set belonging to Steven [Sven] and Hans and the other set to two girls named Alison Marie and Alison May. I'll leave it to them to write their own stories in a few years. I pray they can find mates as wonderful as all of us have found. 



Either is Not the Only Choice



The bottle went around four or five times and stopped, pointing at Betsy. She smiled at me and leaned forward. I got up on my knees and held her face in my hands. I gently kissed her and focused on thinking, "I am telling you I love you with this kiss." I lost track of time and only the voices of the other kids brought us back. We both blushed as we sat back down.

I was glad we sat down as I was getting hard. I didn't think that getting hard would be a socially acceptable thing in this group. 

I spun the bottle and it landed on Betsy. I didn't get a chance to even get up on my knees! Betsy said, "Yes!" and jumped onto my lap. Her arms went around my neck and she leaned in for her kiss. As our lips touched I whispered, "Soft."

Our lips touched and she pressed hers against mine. Soft and warm with oh, so much pent up energy behind the touch. I put my arms around her waist and thought, "I am telling you I love you with this kiss." The pressure from our lips increased and she snuggled in closer to me.

Andrea said, "Hey, we're playing too!" 

The others laughed. Betsy and I just kissed. I didn't touch her with my tongue and she didn't open her mouth in invitation. I just felt the energy between us and I liked it. When the kiss did end Betsy said, "I think I'll stay right here."

It was her turn to spin and she did. The bottle stopped on Matt. She leaned towards him and he leaned to her, then stopped.

"You sit on Nick's lap for a kiss and all I get is a lean?"

"When you can kiss like Nick I'll sit on your lap."

Matt heard a sharp intake of breath from the others. He had just been put down by Betsy. His face showed anger and determination and he leaned closer to Betsy for his kiss.

He puckered up and kissed Betsy. It didn't last long and when Betsy sat back against me she said, "I'll stay right here, thank you."

Everyone could tell Matt was upset. He had gone from the most popular boy to somewhere back in the pack in the space of fifteen minutes. We heard Matt's parents in the kitchen and knew they would be intruding on us very soon. We stashed the bottle under the couch and put a record on. When, a minute later, Matt's Mom came in with a tray of sandwiches we were all dancing.

She put the sandwiches down, held her hands over her ears to tell us the music was too loud, and then she went back in their living room. Betsy was still holding on to me. When the song ended Andrea and Carole grabbed Betsy and off they went for the bathroom. I found out later that what they wanted to know what was so special about kissing Nick. I also found out that Betsy told them that she felt the kiss all the way "down there!" 

When they came back Andrea found the bottle and we all sat in the circle again. Betsy told everyone that she had had more turns than anyone so she was letting Andrea have her turn. Andrea spun the bottle and then she stopped it when it pointed at me. I almost hurt my face, I grinned so hard.

Andrea wanted to kiss me. She stood up and walked the two steps across the circle and sat down on my lap. I realized that this was probably something they had talked about while they were in the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck just as Betsy had done and said, "Please kiss me."

I was more than ready. I leaned and she leaned. Our lips touched and I pressed gently. Andrea's lips were softer than Betsy's lips. They tasted differently. I thought again, "I am telling you I love you with this kiss." And, I put my hands just above her hips. The kiss ended and she said, "May I have another?"

Matt jumped up and said, "Enough of this stupid game! Let's do something fun!"

The boys all agreed that throwing a football out in the yard would be fun. They got up and expected the girls and me to follow. I never had liked football and couldn't think of a single reason I wanted to throw a football when the alternative was kissing.

We realized that we couldn't just stay in Matt's house and kiss while Matt and Pete and Henry were outside. So we did follow, slowly. I needed to go slowly because I was still hard. We watched Pete throw to Henry and then Henry threw the ball to Matt. Matt made a nice catch and then threw the ball to me, and he threw it hard. I had a new enemy. The ball hit me and I made a noise as it fell to the ground.

"What's wrong Nick, can't you even catch a football?" The taunt was from Matt. I was hurt and angry and took the bait.

"If I knew it was coming I could catch it. I don't want to play football."

"Nick would rather play with the girls. Maybe I should see if my sister will loan you one of her dolls."

"No thanks, I have all the dolls I want right here."

From there the fight started. Matt rushed me and tackled me. We rolled around on his front yard until his Dad came out and stopped the fight. He said I had to go home and that he would call my parents to let them know I had started a fight. I climbed on our horse and left. The horse must have been pretty smart because she walked off at a slower pace than usual when she was headed home. By the time I was four houses away I heard someone call my name. It was Andrea. I turned and she was running to catch up with me. Two steps behind her was Betsy.

"Is there room up there for us?" Betsy asked.

"You want a ride home?"

"Yes. We could walk home but it would take a long time."

I knew which of the two lived closest to where we were and I pulled her, Betsy, up in front of me. I pulled Andrea up behind me. I knew that our Belgian mare would have no problem carrying all three of us.

Andrea wrapped her arms around me and scooted up close behind me. At the same time she was doing that Betsy wrapped my left arm around her waist and pressed my hand against her belly. My right hand held the reins. The smell of these two girls overwhelmed even the smell of the eighteen hundred pounds of mare we were riding. When I began to feel my penis swell Betsy let me know she felt it by pushing back against me even more.

I directed our mare through the fields at the edge of town and for most of the first part of the ride to Betsy's house we were not close enough to houses to have been seen. Betsy wanted to talk about the day at the pool and the party at Matt's house. Andrea didn't say much. I said we probably shouldn't talk about Matt and the fight at all. Betsy wondered how much trouble I would be in when I got home.

I thought about that too. Hans would ask me for my story of what happened and then he would give me his advice. I wouldn't be in trouble at home for fighting. While I thought about what would happen at home I was quiet. I think both girls thought I was thinking about how bad I would be punished.

They changed the subject. Well, Betsy did.

"I like dancing with you, Nick."

"Thanks. Isn't it just like dancing with anyone?"

Andrea spoke up. "No. You don't try any funny stuff."

"Funny stuff?"

"Yeah," Betsy added, "Some boys think if you agree to dance with them they can grope your butt and stuff."

Both girls laughed. I listened and made mental notes.

"I like the way you kiss, too." Andrea whispered.

"Yeah." Echoed Betsy.

We rode along in silence until we were at the city park. Betsy said I needed to stop by the bathrooms. I did. We dismounted and went to our respective bathrooms. When I came out both girls were sitting on top of a nearby picnic table. I walked to them and asked, "Ready to go?"

"No. We want another kiss."

"OK. I like kissing you both. Who's first?"

"We decided I am first," Andrea said.

I was curious. "Why?"

"Because she's been kissing Matt and she needs better kisses. I only kissed him once. Ugh!" Betsy made a face and both she and Andrea laughed. Then Andrea got serious and asked for her kiss.

Sitting on the table she was just at the right height for kissing. She opened her legs and I stepped between them to get really close to her body. She wrapped her arms around me and I pulled her close and then we kissed. Again, I did nothing to take the kiss beyond our lips touching. I was pretty sure that neither of these girls had ever tongue kissed and would probably think me weird if I did it. 

I felt her legs encircle my legs and pull my body to hers. At the same time she used her arms to pull me closer. When the kiss ended I did not back off at all. We breathed with our lips very close to each other. I decided to take a risk.

"May I kiss your neck?" I whispered.

I received an almost imperceptible nod. I bent to the left and my lips found her neck. I kissed, gently. Andrea shivered. I kissed from her ear down to the edge of her shirt. Each kiss was greeted with a shiver, a moan, or a small jerking motion. I was getting the signals Inga had said I would get.

I moved my lips back to Andrea's lips. Her breathing was faster and her face looked a little flushed. She took a deep breath and our lips touched.

A few seconds later her lips parted and her tongue touched my lips. When it retreated I touched her lips with my tongue. First the top lip, then the bottom. She shuddered. She ground her pussy against my hardness, and I think it was done automatically, without thinking.

When we ran out of breath I broke the kiss. 

Betsy spoke up. "OK, my turn! Let him go!"

I smiled and gave Andrea a parting peck. Our lips touched for less than a second and she whimpered. She also let me go. I walked to the other end of the table and between Betsy's legs with the front of my pants tented. I knew that if Betsy touched my penis, even through my pants, I would unload into my shorts. She looked but said nothing and did nothing, with her hands.

We kissed and she wrapped herself around me much as Andrea had done. The difference was that she knew what my erection was all about and as our lips pressed together she really ground her pussy against me! I felt my juices rising and wanted to stop myself from cumming. I thought about Matt and the fight.

Betsy bit my lower lip. Not hard but enough to bring me back to the kiss. She opened her mouth a little and her tongue invaded my mouth. Betsy knew about kissing. At least, more than Andrea knew! I joined in the tongue touching and we really got hot together. I came suddenly. I had felt the urge for some time and when Betsy shifted against me I came! I moaned and didn't even recognize that it was me making the noise. 

Betsy broke the kiss and softly asked if I needed to use the restroom. I did. I left them sitting on the table and went to the restroom marked "MENS."

Inside I went into a stall and pulled down my jeans and used toilet paper to clean myself up. When I came back outside Betsy was astride the mare and Andrea was waiting on the ground. I got on behind Betsy and helped Andrea up. 

When we got to Betsy's house her Mom was sitting on the porch waiting for us. When she saw us she got up and came toward us.

"Young man, you need to go home. I spoke with Mr. Williams and he told me of your behavior."

Betsy spoke up. "Andrea and I saw what happened, Mom. Nick didn't start the fight, Matt did. Matt was angry at Nick because Andrea likes Nick more than Matt so Matt jumped on Nick. All Nick did was defend himself!"

"That's not the story Mr. Williams tells."

"Mr. Williams thinks his son, the football player, is Jesus. Matt agrees with his Dad."

"Did it happen like Betsy says, Andrea?"

"Yes Mam. Matt started it. If Nick had started it we wouldn't have let him bring us home."

"I would have called you to come get us," Betsy said. Her mom seemed convinced. Andrea had not jumped from the horse. Betsy's mom looked at us and said, "You take her straight home Nick. I'll call her Mom and tell her what really happened."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pederson. I appreciate it."

I nudged the mare and we left. I nudged her to a faster pace until we were out of sight of Betsy's home. I slowed the pace and Andrea and I talked. "Matt's not going to like either one of us from now on," Andrea volunteered.

"You're right about that. I'm likely to go home with a black eye next time he sees me."

"If he beats you up, come find me. I'll kiss it better."

"Now, that sounds like an offer I won't turn down."

We rode in silence for a ways.

"Nick, do you know where the old sugar warehouse is, north of town?"

"Sure. The river is just north of it and it's near the Svensen farm."

"Sometimes, when I want some time alone I go there. I can get some sun, even take a swim sometimes. No one ever goes there except me. If you went there you could even ride your horse. No one could see her."

"I was thinking of going somewhere to morrow that wouldn't be somewhere Matt might be. I wouldn't want to intrude on you if it's your private place."

"I'm inviting you."

"The only thing is, my Dad may have some farm stuff he wants me to do. Even my normal chores will take me until about ten. So, if I'm not there by noon I probably can't come until the next day. OK?"

"You really want to meet me there?"

"Yes! I like you."

"I like you, too."

The mare stopped by some tall grass and took a few bites. We were quite hidden from view and Andrea took advantage of that fact and turned around to face me. She put her legs over mine and scooted close. We kissed.

We kissed again. Then she broke the kiss and said, "I saw that you were kissing Betsy with your tongue. I've never done that."

"Want to?"

"Do you?"

I leaned the half inch and our lips touched again. I parted mine and touched her lips with my tongue. She opened her lips just a little and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She learned fast. Soon we were exploring and enjoying each other a lot. The mare shifted her weight and I knew we had better be on our way. Andrea's Mom was waiting for us.

Andrea almost fell off as she turned around, but I grabbed her just in time. It was an accident that when I grabbed I grabbed her breast. After she was seated again she put her hand over mine and said, "I like how that feels."

I removed my hand and said, "So do I, but no more today. We need to get you home."

The mare sped her home and Mrs. Anderson was standing on the porch. I walked the horse to the porch and Andrea jumped off.

"Nick, both Mrs. Pederson and I have spoken to your parents. You aren't in trouble but Inga asked me to tell you to hurry home."

"That will be easy Mrs. Anderson. Once I turn this mare for the barn she will go quickly." I waved and nudged her. "Thank you, Mrs. Anderson."

I was right. It wasn't long until I was in the barn making sure the mare was cared for before I went to the house. I walked into the house and Inga was standing at the stove. Hans was sitting at the table. Hans spoke first.

"Sounds like you had an exciting day."

"Too exciting for my tastes."

"I want you to tell us all about it," Inga said.

I told the story, leaving out the game of spin the bottle and the kissing. Inga had told me not to kiss anyone yet. They listened and accepted that Matt had been the antagonist. Hans wanted to know if I thought I was going to have any more physical incidents with Matt. I guessed that Matt wasn't about to let it go. His feelings were hurt and his status attacked.

Hans asked if I thought the fact that Matt was a towny and I was farm lad had anything to do with it. I said that was probably a factor. Inga was worried that I would get hurt. I told her that I had been working the farm since I learned to walk. I was not huge like Matt but I believed I was stronger and certainly faster than him. Hans told me not to hurt him too badly if the fight did happen. If I hurt him badly he would be an enemy for life.

I went to bed thinking about Matt, Andrea and Betsy. I thought about Andrea the most but felt my penis notice when I thought about kissing Betsy. 

Sometime after I went to sleep I was joined in bed by Inga. She was nude and she woke me when she snuggled against me. She whispered near my ear.

"I can guess what the fight was about."

"I told you what it was about."

"You kissed Matt's girl didn't you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Maybe you were all playing a game?"

"I didn't know what the game was until it started. I couldn't think of a way to say I didn't want to play."

"I warned you that your kisses were dangerous."

"I found out you were right. I don't know what to do now. Andrea wants me to kiss her more."

"I can only teach you how to be a lover. You will have to decide about how to be responsible with what you learn. I can tell you about the possible consequences of your actions but you will need to choose what to do."

As she talked to me she stroked me. I was hard and hoped she would suck me as she had done before. Inga took her time and continued to talk.

"Did you use your tongue?"

"Not at first. I was gentle and soft like you taught me. I held them softly and without touching their breasts or their butts."

"Show me."

I kissed her in the same way as my first kisses with Andrea and Betsy. In the second kiss Inga pushed her tongue through my lips and we were kissing with passion. I shifted on the bed and Inga was lying on my chest. I could feel skin to skin pressure against my hard penis.

"You must promise me you will not do this with the girls. If you do they could get pregnant. As much as you want to put your penis inside a girl's vagina, don't. If you want to do this come home and we can. I cannot get pregnant. When Lars was born the doctor damaged my uterus and I can no longer have babies."

She shifted again and I felt my penis slide into her vagina. Nothing prepared me for the feeling. We were joined in a way I had never imagined! I knew my penis was designed to fit in a vagina, I just didn't know it would feel like it did. I lifted my hips and thrust up into Inga. My head told me to go slowly, like good kissing. My body said hurry! I listened to both voices and thrust slowly and then fast and hard. Inga thrust back with matching intensity. The sounds of our breathing were soon joined by the sounds of her wetness being stirred by my penis. I loved the sound the first instant I heard it and have been addicted to it ever since.

As we joined Inga lifted herself up and sat astride my hips. Her breasts were bouncing slightly right in front of me. I grasped them with both hands and held them as we joined. I pinched her nipples and areola. Inga closed her eyes and moaned. As her arousal increased her motion went from smooth and rhythmic to jerky and frantic.

Suddenly she stiffened and began to shake. I knew she was having an orgasm. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my penis. I thrust a couple more times and came myself. The feeling was quite different from cumming in my hand or even in Inga's mouth. I liked cumming inside her pussy more. Much more. I told Inga I liked cumming inside her.

Inga snuggled with me the rest of the night. She had always gone back to bed with Hans after a lesson at night. We napped and talked until the sun began to lighten the sky. I knew it was time to get to work.

We went outside to shower and begin the day. Hans joined us in the shower. 

"According to some cultures you are now officially a man. Do you feel like a man?"

"More than I did yesterday, but no. I'm not a man, yet."

He asked, "When are you going to see her again?"

"Her?" I asked.

"Whoever it is besides Inga you are going to kiss again."

"Oh. She wants me to meet her at about ten this morning."

"Somewhere public?" Inga wanted to know.

"No. She has a secret place that she goes sometimes. She wants me to meet her there."

"If you go I advise you to go a long way around and avoid being seen if possible. If I remember being a boy correctly Matt has his spies out looking for you, and he has someone watching her, too,"

"You are probably right. I figured if I left at nine-thirty I could be there just after ten. If I'm taking the long way I need to leave sooner. If I get my work done by nine can I go?"




Either is Not the Only Choice



"Son, I want to caution you. Do not put your penis in her vagina. There are stories out there that say that if you pull out before you ejaculate she won't get pregnant. Those stories are lies usually told by people who have never had sex with anyone other than themselves. Use your hands or your mouth but do not risk starting a baby."

"I understand. I promise."

"If you can come home this evening and tell me you really wanted to and resisted then I will believe that you understand. By the way, I'm driving to Bridgeport today and one of the things I'll bring back for you is condoms."

He had to explain "condoms." I'd never heard the word or read it. If he had said "rubbers" I would have understood. I left the shower and went to work in the barn. As I swept I looked back at the house and saw Hans standing behind Inga with her bent at the waist. They were joining in the shower. I watched as they shared with each other. 

My chores were finished before nine. I showered again and then went into the house and dressed for the day. I wore my bathing suit, jeans, and a t-shirt. My old tennis shoes in case I wanted to wear something on my feet in the water. When the mare and I walked out of the barn it still wasn't nine in the morning. I had decided to time my arrival at ten-thirty.

I rode west about three miles and then turned north. I watched for people all along the way, and saw no one. When I was a mile or so north of town I turned east and went into the old forest. Rumor had it that the forest was haunted and the older kids in town had convinced the younger one's that it really was. I never believed it. When I came out of the forest I was directly across the river from the old sugar warehouse. I could see Andrea sitting next to a tree near the river. I knew from past experience the river was only about five feet deep along here so the mare and I had no trouble wading across. We came out near Andrea and I tied the mare to the tree where she would have shade, water, and grass. Then I walked a few steps to Andrea and took her in my arms.

She was wearing a green print sun dress. I guessed her swimming suit was underneath. The top of the dress was allowing lots of her creamy skin to show. I kissed her on the lips and her tongue welcomed me. She knew what she wanted and I was it.

After a few kisses that created quite a physical reaction in my swimsuit I broke away a half an inch and said, "We don't need to hurry, do we?"

"Yes, we do. I promised Mom I'd be back by one-thirty. She wants me to go with her to Scottsbluff today."

"That still gives us two hours and maybe a few more minutes after that."

"I have a present for you." She smiled a sly smile.

"Another great kiss?"

"Yes, but something more than that."

"Can I have it now?"

"No. You have to wait."

"My birthday is in November. That long?"

"No! Just later, not right this minute."

"OK. So what do we do right this minute?"

"Unzip me." She turned around and I pulled her zipper down. Her suit was instantly visible. It was the same green suit she wore the day before to the city pool: one piece that covered her from above her breasts to the top of her legs. I hung her dress over a low branch and because of the color and pattern of the dress it blended into the scenery very well. I dropped my jeans on the ground near her dress and put my shirt on top of the jeans. Andrea was barefoot so I kicked off my tennis shoes. She waded out until only her shoulders and head were dry. I waded in to about my knees and then dove in, coming up next to her.

We laughed a little but both could feel the sexual tension building. 

"Kiss me," she said.

I held her waist with my hands and kissed her. Our tongues played with each other. We explored, probed, danced and laughed in every kiss. Andrea's arms were around my shoulders and her hips pressed against mine. I knew she felt me getting and then staying hard.

We had kissed for a while when she changed the game. As a kiss ended she tilted her head, offering me her neck. I kissed her neck and held her hips a little tighter. She took one hand and put it between us, touching my penis for the first time. As she grasped my erection she said, "It's really hard."

"You do that to me."

"The wind does that to you!" She laughed!

"Right now it belongs just to you."

"OH?" She ducked her head under the water and pulled my suit down, exposing my hard on! I felt her mouth engulf the head and suck for a few seconds. Then she popped to the surface. On her face was a look that asked the question, "Did you like that?"

In answer I kissed her mouth. She held me with her bare hand on my exposed penis. I liked how it felt. I wondered what other surprises she had in store for me. I didn't wonder long.

"Hold my shoulders, please."

I held on to both her shoulders and felt her wiggling under water. When her hands came up they were holding her suit! I was holding a naked Andrea! What a surprise. I had thought of her as like a princess and had only begun to discover the fire when we kissed with our tongues. This was more than I had anticipated.

"Aren't you going to touch me?"

"Yes, I am."

I was holding her by the shoulders so I turned her around and backed her up against me. We felt her bare butt meet my erection for the first time. Then I tilted her head and started kissing her neck and ear lobe from behind. In the first kiss I began exploring her body with my hands. I remembered wisdom from both Inga and Hans. "Women don't want to be groped. Caress and stroke. Stimulate and tease. Above all, never hurry."

Andrea told me later that she had expected me to grab her breasts and was surprised when I didn't. I held her close to me with my hands on her belly. I moved them up and gently cupped the undersides of her breasts. They were buoyant. I hadn't known that about breasts. I brushed the palms of my hands across her nipples. They were hard and sensitive, causing her to moan. I continued kissing her neck, being careful not to get carried away. Inga had told me that some people get carried away with passion when kissing the neck and suck hard enough to leave bruises. I didn't want that to happen.

As I fondled her left breast I dropped my other hand down and felt my way from her breast to the hair that told me I was where no man had been before, not even Matt.

Andrea said, "I never let anyone touch me there before. Just you."

"Why me?" I asked before thinking.

"Feel deeper."

My finger probed into her slit and discovered that she was very wet: slippery, even in the river.

"No boy ever made me get wet like that except you, Nick."

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say.

"Touch me some more, please."

I slid my fingers along her slit and with each motion is probed just a bit deeper. I remembered Inga's clitoris and what happened when I touched it. When I moved my finger up to the top of Andrea's slit I felt her clitoris, and I was surprised. Inga's was the size of a garden pea and when she was excited it grew to the size of a blueberry. Andrea's clitoris was already bigger than Inga's ever got. I thought they were all the same. Life is filled with surprises.

At the first touch Andrea moaned and held on to me tighter.

"That feels good, but please be gentle." Andrea whispered.

Her ass pressed against my penis and hips. The water was cool and moving gently past us but the area between Andrea's ass and my body was warm. I felt the urge that I had been warned of: I wanted to put my penis inside her.

I stroked the clitoris under my finger slowly and gently until I could sense that Andrea was getting close to an orgasm. I stopped.

"Sweety, let's get out of the river for a while." I said.

We walked out together holding each other for support. Andrea made no move to cover herself or put the suit back on. When we reached the blanket she tossed her suit over a branch and put herself on her back in the middle of the blanket. I finished taking my suit off and it went alongside hers on the branch.

I surprised her by not laying on her or even next to her. I lay down with my face near her pussy.

"What?..."

"Relax. I want to kiss you here. If I do and you don't like it, I'll stop. May I?"

"Yes." 

She raised her head and shoulders so she could watch what I was doing. I leaned in and kissed her thigh, just where it joined her torso. She jumped at the touch, but not away from the touch. Two kisses later she spread her legs voluntarily. I kissed her pussy using my tongue to probe past her outer lips and into her wet center. Andrea moaned and said, "Oh Honey! I wondered what this would feel like! I love it!"

Her legs spread even more and I touched her clitoris with my tongue. 

"More! Lick me there!"

"Remember, she'll tell you what she likes. When she does, give her more of whatever it is." Hans told me that and so did Inga. Andrea was telling me what she liked so I did more of it. Light touches to her clit and long slow strokes of the entire inside between her outer lips. She was thrusting her hips up to meet my tongue, moaning and holding my head with both her hands. I was in heaven. I loved the power I felt in being the one getting these reactions from Andrea. I loved her taste. I loved the smell of her. I loved that her pussy was radiating heat and that it was my fault.

"Oh, Nick! I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me Andrea! Cum on my face!"

Her body began to shake! She sat up and then fell back. She moaned from deep inside, sounding more like an animal than a teenaged girl. Her pussy began a flood of her nectar and I did my best to swallow every drop. 

Eventually she did calm down. I moved up beside her and held her. She looked at my face and kissed me.

"I like how I taste on you."

"I like how you taste to me."

"I want you inside me."

"No. I can't."

"You're right! I forgot! You need the present I brought you!"

"I thought you were the present."

"You'll like the present I brought you." 

She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a foil wrapper. I'd seen a wrapper like that when a senior boy had shown it from is wallet. She had a condom!

We opened the package and figured out how to put it on. She helped actually get it on. I was harder than when she held my penis in the river. When the condom was on she rolled onto her back and opened herself wide. I was momentarily tempted to again dive in and lick her to another orgasm, but my biological urge to merge was stronger.

I used my arms to hold her legs open and I positioned my penis at the opening she freely offered. As we touched, penis to vagina, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Make me a woman! Be all the way inside me."

Tiny bit by tiny bit I slid into Andrea. I bumped into something and remembered that virgins had a hymen that had to be pushed through in order to have sex. I pushed and suddenly I was in! Andrea made one whimper and then pulled my face to her face. I was deep inside her pussy and she was deep inside my mouth. When the kiss ended she said, "Thank you. I knew the first time I kissed you that I wanted to give you my virginity. Now, fuck me please. I am a woman!"

"Your wish is my command."

I moved my hips and we fucked for quite a long time. I realized that the sex I was getting at home had prepared me so that I wouldn't cum too quickly. I stroked in and out of Andrea and we both watched as we did it. I loved seeing my shaft as it slid in and out of Andrea. Smears of blood coated my shaft and Andrea's nectar changed how the mixture looked as each stroke changed the way we both looked.

I wanted this experience to be more than just a memory of "I gave my virginity to Nick." I wanted her to know she had been with a lover and he treated her well. I shifted positions and snuggled behind Andrea holding one of her legs up so I could enter her from behind, laying on our sides. Her reaction was to press her ass back against me with each thrust.

"Oh Nick, that feels so different! So good!"

I noticed her grab her breasts and pull on her nipples. I had an idea. I pulled out and asked her to sit on me. I plopped onto my back and she figured out my intention immediately. Andrea's leg went over my hips and she guided my hard shaft back inside her pussy. When I was in head deep she sat down hard, burying me all the way inside her vagina.

"Oh God! I'm so full! I can feel you filling me up! What do I do now?"

"Can you lift up and sit back down?"

She could. She came up an inch then two and sat back hard. Somehow she realized that the faster she could do it the better she would like it. Soon she was bouncing on my hips as hard and fast as she could manage.

"Tell me before you cum!"

"I'm close Nick! I'm so close!"

Using both hands I took hold of her nipples and areolas. Her eyes had been closed and they flew open! I pinched and pulled! She squealed and shook! Her orgasm had arrived and taken possession of her. She ground her pussy against my pubic bone and if I had not been holding her nipples she might have fallen over, 

I have no idea how long we continued to fuck. I was doing my best to make sure she had "the time of her life" and wasn't focused, too much, on my pleasure. When I got close to cumming I would stop moving or change positions. Finally, I sensed Andrea was getting physically and emotionally exhausted. I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or her pussy.

She thought for a second and said, "Even with a rubber it would be safer if I get it in my mouth."

I pulled out of her pussy and she pulled the condom off my shaft. I wiped my penis with a corner of the blanket and Andrea sucked it into her mouth. She stroked me with her hands and sucked the head, playing with my nerve endings with her tongue. I held her head and fucked in and out of her mouth. 

Seconds later I unloaded. Shot after shot filled her mouth and she swallowed as quickly as she could. When I stopped spurting she sucked me dry and licked my shaft clean. I looked at my watch. Ten after noon. We still had time to eat the lunch Andrea had packed. As we ate I sensed there was something Andrea wanted to say. She looked at me for a long silent while and then spoke.

"Nick, I need to tell you something."

"Oh? What might that be?"

"I had a bet with Betsy. I just won the bet. I bet her I'd have sex with you first."

"So, this was all about a bet!?" I was getting pissed!

"No! We both like you a lot! We both want you as our boyfriend and we can't figure out how either of us can have you without hurting our friendship."

I was quiet for a while. I didn't move away from her. In fact I didn't move at all for quite a while.

"I have an idea. First, don't ever tell Betsy you won the bet. The risk to your friendship is too big. If being with me hurt your friendship I would never forgive myself. Secondly, when you go home go shopping with your Mom. I'm going over to Betsy's and ask her out. If she can get away we might go for a ride on the mare tomorrow. I will bring a condom on the ride. That way you can both be first, and your friendship doesn't get hurt."

"What about one of us being your girlfriend?"

"I like both of you! I don't want to choose any more than you want me to choose. How about if the three of us get together on Saturday and figure out a solution? After all, it's now our problem."

"You think there is a way we can all be happy?"

"Yes! Now let's wade in and get the smell of sex off of us."

We ran into the water and yelped because it felt so cold. We kissed and ran our hands over every inch of each other's bodies. We got out, dried off, and dressed. Andrea packed up her basket and kissed me one more time. She walked toward town and I climbed on the mare and waded across the river, away from town. If I could remember I wanted to come back to this spot and take a picture for my scrapbook.

I rode around town and then into town near Betsy's house. Her Dad and brother were in the front of the yard washing the two year old Buick family car. I knew her brother well enough that he was getting his driver's license soon and was counting on being able to borrow that Buick.

As I approached they both stood straight and watched me.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Is it possible I could speak with Betsy?"

Her brother answered, "Maybe, if she was here, but she ain't. What do you want to talk to her about?"

"I was going to ask her out. When she comes home would that be OK with you?"

"I. ..."

"It isn't up to you Lance. Nick, perhaps you should be asking me that question." Mr. Anderson looked up at me.

"That was my intention, Sir. Lance was speaking and I didn't want to be rude and ignore him. I apologize if I'm handling the situation poorly. I've never ask someone out on a date before."

"She and her mother will be back at supper time. Why don't you call on the phone at about seven and speak to her then?"

"Does that mean I have your permission, Sir?"

"Yes. If she wants to go out with you, she can, depending on what you had in mind."

"I was thinking about riding out to the quarry flats for a picnic, Sir."

"Riding?"

"Yes Sir. I don't have a car and our mare is plenty strong enough to carry both of us. If that's Ok with you."

"It is, if she wants to go."

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. Well, thank you again and I will call at seven."

As I rode away I heard Lance say, "I'll bet he calls at exactly seven." Then they both laughed.

On the way home I saw Matt and two of his followers. They were about two miles from our farm on a small hill. Their bikes were behind the hill and from our farm they would have been invisible. I wasn't at our farm. I rode up behind them and when I was pretty close, about thirty feet away, I got the mare to make a noise. She snickers if you scratch her behind her ears.

The three boys jumped and looked embarrassed when they saw it was me.

"Having a picnic out here?" I asked.

"We were out riding around and decided to take a break," Matt said. "What are you doing over here?"

"Pretty much the same thing as you. I went for a ride and now I'm headed home. If you want a good ride you might go south to Chimney Rock. We saw two rattlers today on the south side of the rock."

"It's too late to ride that far today. What do you mean "we saw?""

"The mare and I. Well, those snakes will probably wait for you until tomorrow. Say Matt, could I speak to you privately for a minute?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Matt walked over near the mare and I dismounted. When he was close I whispered.

"I got into deep trouble over the fight we had. I wonder if we can be friends again or if that game of spin the bottle was so important to you that we can't be friends anymore. What do you think?"

"I'm not your friend! I don't know why we let a farmer hang with us ever. You farmers all smell like horses and shit. If Andrea wants to hang around with you then she'll smell like shit too." He hadn't been whispering. I wasn't surprised.

"So, it'd be OK with you if I asked her out?"

"I don't care. I was just having her as my girl for the sex anyway."

"Oh. I thought she was a virgin."

"If you want a virgin you better ask Carole out!" Matt laughed.

"I'll have to think about that bit of information. Are there other girls at our school you've had sex with?"

"Yeah! Betsy, Alice Weber, and that girl Monica who moved away last January. The others I've had sex with don't live in this area. I spent last summer in Chicago."

"I am impressed. I'm also sorry to hear that we aren't friends. Too bad, really." 

I jumped back on the mare and rode off toward our farm. I never looked back.

In the barn I took care of the mare and then all the other animals. Before I was done Hans came into the barn.

"Well, did you see your three friends out on the hill south of here?"

"Not friends and yes I saw them. I rode up on them from the south and surprised them. I got a chance to talk to Matt and he told me he wanted nothing to do with Betsy or with Andrea. He also told me that he only dated them for the sex."




Either is Not the Only Choice



"They waited out there most of the time you were gone. I looked after I saw you coming into the barn and they're gone." He paused. "Did you take the bait?"

"He wanted me to get angry and fight?"

"If you were the new boyfriend and he said that he would have expected you to fight. You didn't take the bait and now he isn't sure what you're up to and he's not sure which girl you want."

"That makes two of us. I like them both. And, they have been best friends since first grade."

"Let's go in and talk with Inga. This is too good to leave her out of the conversation." Hans walked with me to the back of the house. I went in and he showered. A few minutes later he joined us at the kitchen table.

Inga had our supper in the oven and the table set. She sat with us and Hans got the ball rolling.

"Our boy has a dilemma, Honey. He likes both girls and they are best friends." Hans was grinning ear to ear. "He'll fill in the details for us both."

"It's more complicated than it sounds," I began. "Andrea and Betsy have been best friends since first grade. They both like me and want me for their boyfriend. Andrea told me today that if I pick one as my girlfriend the other will be hurt and it will damage their friendship."

"Back up." Inga took charge. "You left here at about nine this morning to meet with Andrea. Andrea was, until yesterday, Matt's girlfriend. What happened when you met? After all it is after four in the afternoon."

"I went the long way to get there, so that no one would see us, especially Matt. I got to her secret place at about ten thirty. It's by the river north of town. We swam in the river and we kissed. When we got out of the river she gave me two presents. Actually, she gave me more than that."

Inga squirmed. She was impatient.

"OK. So while we were in the river she took off her swimming suit and let me touch her everywhere. When we got out she offered me her virginity. I said No. She looked in the picnic basket and gave me a condom. We figured out how to put it on and she gave me her virginity. You don't want the whole story but let me say this, she had more than one orgasm and the rubber didn't break."

Inga wiped her brow. I knew she was worried about pregnancy. Hans waved his hands and I resumed the story.

"We talked and had lunch then she went home to go shopping with her mother and I rode home. When we talked she told me that she and Betsy had decided they were both going to give me their virginity. They both want me for their boyfriend. They talked and Andrea told me that she's worried because no matter which one I pick the other will be hurt and it will hurt their friendship."

"I'm glad you used a condom. I think it was a little premature for you to have fucked, but quite understandable. Hans and I were your age when we first were intimate. However, this is America, not Denmark or Sweden. You have a problem. Is it OK with you if you hurt one of these girls?"

"No. I like both of them. I've already been given Andrea's virginity. I'm supposed to call Betsy at seven tonight and ask her out for tomorrow. I rode to her house on my way home and her Dad said to call at seven."

Hans nodded.

"When you ask her out she will want to know where you are taking her. Where are you taking her?"

"I told her Dad that we would ride out to the quarry flats for a picnic."

"What does Andrea know about your plan?"

"It's her idea that I take Betsy out soon and let her give me her virginity."

"Then call them both. Invite Betsy out for tomorrow and bring her here. There's too big a chance that someone will catch you fucking out at the quarry. Come here. Hans and I will go to Scottsbluff tomorrow. We will leave after you go to get Betsy. When you call Andrea invite her to come here."

"I already ask her to get together with Betsy and me to see if we can work this out so everyone is happy."

"Good. Did you say when?"

"Saturday."

"Perfect. This can work for you if all three of you are strong. We will find out on Saturday. For now I want you to think about this: Either and or are not the only choices."

"I'm not sure what that has to do with my problem."

Hans put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Think about the quote. Don't think about the problem you think you have. 

"Nick, Hans and I love you and are proud of how you are becoming a man. Part of the process is confronting difficult decisions. You don't need to know what the solution will be until the three of you get a chance to sit together and discover it, together. We will give you all the support we can."

"How?"

"Saturday, here. No interruptions and no spies. Hans and I will be around but not too close."

"Great! But, I don't know what to do!"

Hans reached into a drawer and pulled out a box. He gave the box to me and inside were twelve foil wrapped condoms. He told me that the small drawer on every nightstand was made for boxes just like that one. It did fit perfectly.

At exactly seven I called the Anderson's. It was no surprise when Lance answered. He couldn't let this be easy.

"Anderson's."

"Hi Lance. This is Nick. May I please speak to Betsy?"

"May I tell her the reason for your call?"

"Knowing you, you already have."

"Betsy, it's some boy who wants to ask you an important question." Lance yelled without taking the telephone away from his mouth. 

After a short pause Betsy's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Nick."

"Hi."

"Would you like to go for a picnic ride with me tomorrow?"

"I'll need to ask my parents if I can." I heard the phone being placed on the table. A minute later she came back on the line. "Daddy says it's OK. What time do you want me ready?"

"I'd like a pretty early start so about ten?"

"I thought farmers were up early?"

"I'll be up at four and done with chores by nine. Then I'll shower, dress and be on my way to you. Ten is about as soon as I can get there."

"OK. Now it makes sense. Are you bringing the picnic food or am I?"

"I invited you so I'll bring the lunch. Sometime if you invite me for a picnic you can bring the lunch."

"Then it's settled. I'll be ready before ten. See you then."

Inga volunteered to make the lunch in the morning and to have fresh lemonade in the ice box before she and Hans left for Scottsbluff.

I called Andrea and by luck or her plan, she answered. I set up the date for Saturday at our farm. I told her I had a special place for us to meet that was private and away from prying eyes. She said that she and Betsy would ride their bikes over. I got the feeling someone else was listening so that was all we said. Well, she ended the call by whispering, "Thank you."

I thought about my date all evening and dreamed about it all night. I still didn't know what I could do about Andrea and Betsy. In the short term I knew I was going to get another virginity given to me. Inga had been right. Being a good kisser had consequences.

It was still dark when I walked to the barn the next morning. It was cool and the sky in the east hadn't even started to lighten. As I opened the door and entered the barn I came present to the barn and why I was there. I gathered food for the animals and as I fed I checked them to see that they were OK. Most of my farm friends at school didn't like the hogs they had. They smell and generally have grumpy personalities. I had four that were in my care. My friends were right; they do smell and can be downright dangerous if you don't respect them. As they stood at the trough eating I scratched their heads. I realized that I loved these hogs. Not like I might love a person but if they weren't here, if they didn't need me, if I didn't care for them, I'd miss them. I got different food and went out to the coop and fed the chickens. I thought about life without them. Back in the barn I fed the mare. I noticed that the ten pounds of carrots I'd given her the day before were gone. I gave her more and walked back to the house and came back with an apple for her. She loved apples. I grabbed the rake and began cleaning the floor of the barn. It was a little early to milk the cows.

As I raked hay and manure I didn't think. Some days I thought about a test I'd have at school or something like that but some mornings my brain shut down and I was like a machine. My hands and legs knew what to do and did it.

When I was done in the barn I walked back to the house. I turned the shower on and waited until the water was warm before stepping under the spray. Suddenly, my brain was working and gave me the answer! I whooped and yelled, "YES!"

Both Hans and Inga came out to see what was the matter. I was jumping around in the shower laughing.

"What's gotten into you, boy?" Inga called over all my noise.

"I know what to do!" I yelled. 

Hans and Inga smiled and went back inside. It was a few minutes after eight. I dried off and went in for breakfast. I sat down and a plate of fresh eggs and sausage with toast and jam were put in front of me. I was so excited it could have been a live snake and I would have eaten it! Hans finished his breakfast and went out of the house. Inga followed him to the door and reminded him that at ten they were going to Scottsbluff.

She came back inside and sat by me. She asked me about my feelings for the two girls. She didn't give any advice. I knew she was asking so I would think about my feelings and theirs. She asked if I wanted another lesson before I went to get Betsy. I had her sit on my lap and we kissed. I wouldn't call it a lesson, just fun and loving.

In between kisses I asked her a question. "Do you love Hans?"

"Yes. I love him completely."

"Do you love me?"

"I love you, completely."

I smiled. "I thought so."

"What are you thinking?"

"Out in the barn I realized that I love you. I love Hans. I love the hogs, the chickens, the mare and the cows. Love doesn't have to be limited."

"And..."

"It hit me in the shower that either and or are not the only choices. And is a choice."

"Are you talking about Andrea AND Betsy?"

"YES!"

"If we lived in a part of the world where there weren't other people with other ideas that might work fine but this is a community, and some people here have some pretty traditional ideas. You may find this is too hard a choice to have work. You may lose both girls for even suggesting it."

"We'll just have to talk about it and maybe live with it for a while. I think it can work and all three of us can be happy."

"Some young men would want this just so they could brag to all their friends that they were dating two girls."

"Some of the guys I know would tell everyone they had taken a girl's virginity! I wouldn't brag. I wouldn't say anything about it. It isn't anyone's business except theirs and mine."

"Let's get past today before we start making long range plans. On Saturday you three can talk about possible solutions to the dilemma. Today, be with Betsy."

"Right! I need to get dressed and outa here!"

I was half way up the stairs when Inga asked, "Did you put clean sheets on your bed, Lover?"

Before I could answer she called out again, "Just get ready and go. I'll do it for you!"

"I love you! Thanks!"

Ten minutes later I was on the mare and headed for Betsy's, carrying a picnic basket with me. I knew we would be going back to my house, but we'd still eat the picnic. I didn't take the long way. I went directly to Betsy's. Lance was out in the yard tossing a football with two of his friends. One tossed the ball to me and it wobbled in the air. Lance said, "Sometime you throw like Matt!" and they laughed.

I asked, "Don't you like Matt?"

Lance smiled and answered, "He thinks he's Gods gift to our school and football. He isn't."

"If I tell you something he said to me you will hate him as much as I do."

"Before you tell me were there any witnesses?"

"Kyle and Buster were there. If you confront them they will lie for Matt. Get someone else to ask them and they'll probably tell on him."

The younger guy said, "They don't know you and I are friends I can ask them."

"OK. What did he say?"

"He said he only dated Betsy and Andrea for the sex."

"He said he did it with my sister?" He was yelling without the volume, just the intensity. I knew Matt was in deep shit.

"Is that why you're dating her?" He was ready to pounce.

"I ask her out before he said that. If he didn't have his two goons with him I would have taken him on right there. I ask your sister out because I really like her."

"I'm glad someone does. Be good to her OK? I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"I'll be good to her."

Betsy came out of the house and said, "Are you here to talk to my brother and his friends or to take me on a picnic?"

"Hmmmm, I think I'd rather take you on a picnic."

"Then come knock on the door like you're supposed to!" 

She went back inside. Lance and his friends laughed as I jumped off the mare and led her to the porch. I knocked and she answered.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes. Will you help me up?"

She came out on the porch and I helped her up on the porch railing and then onto the mare. I followed her on and took the reins. The mare turned and we waved as we left. I wondered to myself what was in store for Matt for saying he had sex with Betsy. I decided I didn't want to know. I decided I would know, after.

I headed south and Betsy rode along with my arm around her. I loved how she felt against me. We rode quietly for a block or more and then she spoke.

"What do you think Lance will do to Matt?"

"You heard?"

"I hate to admit it but I've been right by the door since nine-twenty."

"I'm sorry I made you wait. It was rude of me."

"You're forgiven. What do you think they'll do?"

"I don't know. I do know I'm doubly glad I'm not Matt."

"Doubly?"

"First, because if I was, I'd be with two goons instead of here with you. Secondly, because he's headed for a train wreck and he doesn't know it."

"I'm glad you aren't Matt, too."

We were out of town and far enough south to make the turn towards home. The instant I pulled the reins to the right at all the mare knew she was going home and our pace sped up. Betsy noticed.

"We're going to your farm?"

"Yes. It's private and no one's likely to bother us. I want to be with you and not be thinking about being interrupted by anyone. Is that OK with you?"

"I was hoping to be alone, really alone."

I looked ahead and saw Hans' truck coming onto the highway, headed away from us.

"See that truck? That's Hans and Inga headed for Scottsbluff. I don't expect them back before dark. How's that for alone, really alone?"

"Do they know we are going to be at your house?"

"Yes. I told them I wanted some private time with you and Inga said to have our picnic right there in our yard. She said that way if you need a bathroom or anything it was right there and not behind some bush."

"Oh. I like Inga. It feels strange to call her that. I want to say 'your Mom' but I know you don't call her that."

"I have a Mom. I have Inga. Both of them love me."

"Yeah."

The mare took us into the barn. I helped Betsy down and introduced her to the rest of my family. The hogs ignored her and so did the rest of the animals. She didn't smell like food and they didn't know her.

I walked her to the back door and she stopped me. 

"Aren't we supposed to picnic out in the yard?"

"We can. Do you want to?"

"Yes."

I led her to our picnic table. On really warm or hot days Inga would serve dinner out at the picnic table. I unpacked the picnic and put it on the table. Betsy moved the tablecloth to one end of the table and she sat at the other end.

I walked to her, remembering when we stopped in the park. She opened her legs and arms and I stepped in. Our first kiss was warm, soft and promising. I held her gently, wanting to let her know I wasn't rushing her and that I was right where I wanted to be. I thought: "I am telling you I love you with this kiss." She melted.

If she hadn't been sitting she might have fallen over. She went weak in my arms. We kept kissing. Her tongue slid through her lips and touched mine. I welcomed her in and our kisses became more intense. 

Betsy pulled back and I thought it was for breath. It wasn't.

"I want something from you. I want it today. I'm willing to give you something for what I want."

"OK. I can't think of anything I have that I wouldn't be willing to give you, so the answer is Yes."

"First, I want to know if you meant what you said to my brother."

"Yes. Matt did say those things."

"No. What you said about me."

"That I asked you out because I really like you?"

"Yeah, that."

"I asked you out because I really like you!"

"Then, I want something from you. I want you to love me."

"Love you?"

"I want you to take my virginity. I want you to make love to me."

"No. I won't take anything from you. I cannot make love with you. Inga and Hans have taught me that the love is either there or it isn't. Putting my penis in you won't make love. If I love you it is a way for me to express that love. I won't take your virginity. I will gratefully accept it as a gift you choose to give me."

Tears filled her eyes and spilled out.

"I knew you were the one. Inga and Hans have taught you how to love. You are so kind and considerate. I knew when I was kissed by you."

Her hands went to my shirt and began unbuttoning. My hands had been on her back and I moved them to the buttons of her shirt. It was a plaid western shirt and long sleeves tucked into jeans. When I touched the first button Betsy looked me in the eyes and said, "Take your time, cowboy. This heifer ain't runnin."

I let her finish with my shirt before I started on hers. She put my shirt on the table. I unbuttoned the first button and kissed her. I pulled back and watched as I unbuttoned the second button. She leaned towards me for another kiss.

When I leaned back I traced the edge of her exposed skin with a fingertip. She shivered. I unbuttoned the next button and opened her shirt to the edge of her bra. As I expected it was white lace. I leaned and we kissed again.

Betsy pressed herself against me as our tongues played. Her hands pushed on my butt and I knew she felt my hardness pressed against her jean clad pussy.

I pulled away again and unbuttoned down to her jeans. She helped me pull her shirt out of her jeans. She unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and opened her shirt for me. With deliberate slowness I knelt before her and kissed her breasts through her bra. Her eyes were wide and brimmed with tears as she sucked in her breath at the first touch of my lips to her bra.

Her hands went behind herself and I stopped them.

"No hurry, Sweetheart. Neither of us is runnin."

I wasn't practiced at removing a bra as I'm sure she was, but I did get it open. I took my time and pulled the bra free of her chest. I knew that Inga wore a 36C bra and I knew that Andrea was smaller than Inga. Betsy was smaller than Andrea. Her nipples were very small and hard. I looked for long seconds before Betsy spoke.

"I'm sorry they are so small."

"I'm not. If I was interested in size I'd date our cow. Her udder holds almost a gallon. I'm not dating your breasts. I'm dating you. May I please kiss your breasts?"

"If you don't, I'm going to die right here!"

As I put my mouth close to her breast I breathed out slowly, letting my warm breath get there first. Betsy took a deep breath and her nipple touched my open mouth. I flicked my tongue and the reaction was immediate. Betsy's hands grabbed my head and forced my face against her breast. As long as I was there and unable (or anxious) to get away, I sucked on her nipple. Gradually I increased the intensity until she began to shake, then I backed off.

She let go of my head and pulled me away from her. 




Either is Not the Only Choice



"God, Betsy, I love kissing and sucking your breast."

This delightful girl directed my face to her other breast and I kissed every spot I could and then I sucked in her nipple. Nipple and areola were about the size of a quarter. When hard her nipple was like a baby pea from our garden in spring. It tasted good. I sucked until she started to shake and then, again, I backed off.

"I was about to cum, I think." Betsy whispered.

"Would you like to cum with me at your breast?"

"Yes. Please."

Inga told me that when I found something a woman liked it was the right thing to do it again. She was right, again. In less than a minute Betsy was shaking again. I put my hand on her other breast and squeezed. She moaned and shook harder. She put a hand over her mouth and screamed.

As soon as she started to calm down she pushed me away and jumped off the table. She said, "Shit!" and tore off her boots and then her jeans. As they came off I saw that the entire crotch was soaked. I wanted to laugh but I didn't. I remembered when we were at the park and I had filled my shorts with cum.

"Would you like to use the bathroom?"

"That won't help. I'm dead! When my Mom sees these jeans you're dead too."

"Follow me." 

I took the jeans and Betsy by the hand and took them in through the back door. I put the jeans in the washer and asked for her panties. She blushed and took them off. They were black and soaked. I turned the machine on and put just a little soap in. I set the kitchen timer for one hour and took Betsy in my arms. We kissed. I told her that the pants would be out in one hour and one hour after that they would be dry. It was over eighty that day and a good ten mile an hour wind from the west would dry them quickly.

I kissed her again. She relaxed. I guided her up the stairs and into my bedroom. She stared at my bed and then at me. "If you are going to give me the gift you spoke of, I want you to give it to me here."

I saw a small nod. I pulled off my clothes and helped her lie down on my bed. The covers had already been pulled down so the fitted sheet was open and ready for us.

Betsy was a sight on my bed. Her pale skin and lovely body had me hard and ready for her gift. I knelt beside the bed as I did when I was very young saying my prayers before bed. Now I knew what I had really been praying for all my life; a loving nude woman in my bed.

I leaned in and buried my face in her pussy. She opened to me and held my head as I licked her most sacred parts. As I ate her I took a condom from the night stand and put it on. She shook when I touched her clitoris and within seconds another gushing orgasm tried to drown me! I drank as much as I could and then climbed on the bed with her.

"We may need to start another load of laundry." I said as I kissed her neck.

"I think I love you, Nick."

She kissed my mouth and used her hands to guide me into her. I slid in easily although she was small her wetness made it easy. I felt the ridge of her hymen but she didn't cry out or even whimper. We established a slow rhythm and she made all the right noises. Soon I was sucking her nipple as we joined and she came again. I was wet to my knees and my bed was soaked but I didn't care. 

Betsy's eyes opened wide and she said, "We forgot a rubber!"

"No. I have it on. Want to see?"

She nodded and I pulled back as I lifted from lying on her. She looked and smiled as she saw the condom on my penis. 

"When ...?"

"You were busy being my lunch when I put it on."

"Thank you for remembering."

I slid all the way back inside her and increased the pace of our coupling and the force. Betsy took everything I had to give and loved it all! When I came she held on tight and wrapped her legs around my waist. 

I was willing to lie next to her and cuddle for a little while but the lake we had created in my bed was uncomfortable.

We got off and stripped the bed. It was wet even on the mattress so we didn't remake it. I gave Betsy a t-shirt to wear and we went downstairs. We went out and ate the lunch at the table and we talked. We kissed and fondled as well. After we hung her jeans on the line to dry Betsy wanted to know if I still liked her.

She believed I wouldn't want her anymore when I knew. I took her in my arms and spoke the truth.

"I didn't like you because you were a virgin. I don't like you because of the size of your breasts. I don't like you because you are a great dancer or the smartest woman in the school. I like you because I like you. As far as your being or not being a virgin, I don't care. This was my first time inside you. It was your first time holding my penis inside you. Everything before doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is how you feel. Do you regret having been in my bed? Do you regret having given me the gift of being in you?"

"No. I knew what I was doing. No regrets. Since Matt told you he had used me for sex, are you wondering if he did?"

"Not really. If Matt was the great guy and wonderful lover he thinks he is you would either be with him or you would still be with him. Instead, you are here, with me, and I think that says everything I need or want to know about you and Matt."

"Would you be willing to be inside me again?"

"Yes! Let me go up and get another condom and we can play here in the yard."

As I headed for the house Betsy said, "That way by some time next week your bed will be dry."

Just before I came out of the house I looked at the table and Betsy was flat on her back with the small tablecloth covering her from knees to shoulders. I walked out and to her.

"I am the great Nickodini. For my first trick I would like to produce a beautiful naked woman from beneath this tablecloth!"

Betsy laughed and I pulled the tablecloth away from her body. I sat beside her at the table and began kissing her breast. My hands explored every curve and warm place on her body. Betsy made comments as I touched her.

"I like that. A little to the left, please. Lower. Lower. Yes! Right there."

I turned her on the table so I was between her legs and they draped over my shoulders. Lips to lips I caressed and was tantalized by her womanhood. I breathed in her fragrance, drank in her nectar, tasted her sweetness and felt her shake and quiver as I gently pushed her towards another orgasm. I reached for her breasts and found her nipples. My thumb and index fingers held her nipples and squeezed in a pulsating rhythm in sync with what my tongue was doing to her clitoris. I felt her about to peak and knew it was really wonderful. I was naked and so was she. The flood that I could not drink would simply fall to the grassy yard.

Betsy held on to the table edge and shook as she flooded us. I loved the feel and the taste of her. As she shook and held on I stood and slid the condom on. She bucked against me when she felt my penis at her entrance. I slid in as fluids flowed out of her and all over me. 

"Oh God! Oh, God! I'm going to come again. Do me hard, please!"

I followed her instruction. I slammed home and pulled almost all the way out before slamming in again. I hit against her pubic bones so hard I knew I would have a bruise the next day. So would Betsy. I felt my juices rising and suddenly I was filling the condom and bellowing like a stallion. 

"Nick! I can feel you! I can feel you cumming inside me!"

I didn't pull out for a long time. I was getting soft and had to hold the condom as I pulled back. My hands were shaking a little as I slowly pulled the condom off. Betsy sat up and took it from me.

"I read in one of my Mom's hidden novels that this tastes good," she said as she upended the condom and emptied it into her mouth. Then she swallowed and smiled at me.

I helped her off the table and we walked naked to the outdoor shower at the back of the house. I turned on the water and we kissed while we waited for the water to warm. When I was we walked under the stream and took our first shower together. We laughed and kissed and got very clean. We lost ourselves in the water and each other and missed the arrival of Inga and Hans.

They sat in the truck and waited for us to notice them. I noticed them first. I leaned to Betsy's ear and said, "What would you do if Inga and Hans found us like this?"

"Invite them to join us!"

I waved the invitation to them and a minute later my naked parents joined us in the shower.

"You knew they were here!"

"I saw the truck."

"I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed. I shouldn't be here naked with Nick in the shower." 

"Bare assed, yes. I can see that!" Hans said laughing.

Inga hugged Betsy. I loved seeing their breasts pressed together. Inga spoke to her. 

"Sweety, we knew Nick was bringing you here. We knew why. We have taught Nick to be a kind, loving, responsible young man. Sex is a part of that. You are not in any trouble here, nor are you in any danger. We would never say anything to anyone about what you do or don't do."

"Really? If my parents had caught us they would have killed us both!"

Hans spoke. "I've met your parents a few times at school events and they seem like pretty nice people but they grew up here and even though we are all from the old country they have been here two or three generations. Inga and I came here during the war. Our beliefs and attitudes aren't as strict as your parents may be."

"Let's dry off, get dressed and have dinner."

"Oh, I can't. I promised Mom and Dad I'd be home way before dark."

"With your permission I'll call them and ask if you can stay for dinner. That way they will know you are here and safe. I'll even have Hans and Nick drive you home after dinner."

"You'd do that? You want me to stay?"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" From three voices.

"OK. Otherwise I really need to go."

"Either way, I'll drive you home, OK?" Hans smiled at Betsy.

Hans and Inga went inside to call and Betsy and I cleaned up our picnic. We also took Betsy's jeans and panties off the line. They were dry. We went inside and got the sheets from the washer and took them out to hang on the line.

"They know we had sex," Betsy whispered.

"Yes, I know. I told them yesterday that I wanted to join with you."

"Your parents are so understanding. If I had said I wanted to have sex with you my Mom would have locked me in a closet until I was thirty!" "That's too bad because we would miss out on a lot of loving if you were locked away in a closet." We laughed as we went back inside.

Inga had planned ahead. Dinner was in the oven and in about ten more minutes would be on the table. Inga reported that Betsy's parents were glad to hear that "the kids" were with Nick's parents and that she would be brought back home in a truck.

"I know you two are clean already but maybe you'd like to see what you can do about the upstairs."

We dashed upstairs and cleaned up the mess we made of my bedroom. We also kissed some more.

"Do you think your parents would let me come back again?"

"As long as we don't squirt all over Inga's sofa I think she would let you cum again."

For some reason Betsy hit me. We ate dinner and as we ate dessert of apple pie Inga spoke up about a serious matter.

"Did you use condoms?"

"Yes! I wouldn't forget."

Betsy blushed and looked at her plate.

"Betsy, did I embarrass you by asking?"

"I just didn't expect you to ask."

"I ask because I care. I want you both to enjoy each other as often as you would like, but safely. You can come over whenever Nick invites you, Betsy, and you can have sex out of the picnic table, up in his bed, or in the barn if you want."

"Thanks. I'll need to think about this. I never expected to know anyone who is so open and honest about all this."

"OK. You better get your stuff together and Hans will take you home. You have permission to be here, but not all night, yet."

Hans, Betsy, and I walked out to the truck and soon we were in front of Betsy's home. I walked her to the door. I reminded her that she and Andrea were coming to the farm on Saturday. She pecked me on the cheek and went inside. I floated back to the car and as I was getting in Lance rushed out of the house. He got close and greeted Hans and then asked me if I had heard the news.

"News?"

"Seems Matt was out riding around with his two buddies today and fell off his bike and broke his arm. His throwing arm. He'll miss the first six games of the season."

"That's too bad," I said, "Who do you think will be the new quarterback?"

"Coach said there would have to be try-outs on Monday." He was pointing at his chest.

"Well, if it's you don't let your head get big enough to fill Matt's helmet."

"No. I'll still be nice to the little people." We laughed and he went back inside.

As we drove home Hans asked, "Did Lance have something to do with Matt's accident?"

"I doubt it, but he isn't going to be upset about it either. Matt had said some things that weren't nice about Betsy. That wasn't very smart of Matt."

Saturday was the very next day. I didn't sleep very well on my wet bed. I put two towels over the wet spot and by morning I was wet and so were the towels. After I did my chores I went in for breakfast and Hans joined me. Inga had already eaten and was out in the garden. We talked about the farm and projects until we were at the sink washing our plates.

"Where are you and Andrea and Betsy going to have your conversation?"

"I don't know. Maybe out at the picnic table."

"By the time Betsy sits at the table for an hour she'll be sun burnt enough to need a doctor. Maybe somewhere in the shade?"

"Got a recommendation?"

"Take a couple quilts up into the loft. Open the doors at both ends and let the breeze blow through. Your have shade, hay to sit or lie on, and all the privacy you could ever want. If, for any reason you want us we'll be close by all day. Inga said that at lunch time she'll ring the bell ten minutes before she puts food on the table."

"It sounds like you two talked about this."

Hans nodded and headed for the door. At the door he stopped and said, "If it were me, I'd put some towels and condoms up in the loft now. Better to have something where you might need it than to need it and not have it."

I carried supplies up to the loft and made both seating with hay bales and spread a couple bales on the loft floor so it would be soft and comfortable to lie back on. I also took a pitcher of ice water and three glasses up. 

Hans was right. The loft was a great place for us to be. With the doors open we had light, a breeze, and the smells from below were lessened. I had cleaned the barn as I did every morning but after the loft was ready I swept and raked it again.

When I took the sweepings out to the pile I heard the sounds of bicycles and girls laughing. My heart moved up to my throat and began to pound. They had arrived. 

Betsy had been to the farm the day before and Andrea had never even seen it before. I hugged them both and gave them the tour. When we turned the corner of the house and faced the garden I wondered what, if anything, Inga would be wearing. She heard us and stood up, wearing bib overalls and a t-shirt. I relaxed. Betsy had seen Inga and Hans nude so I knew she was Ok but I didn't know about Andrea.

After the tour I led them to the barn and we climbed to the loft. Neither had ever been in a barn or up in a loft before. They liked it. Once they had checked it out they each came to me and we kissed. Then we sat down to talk.

"OK. How do we start?" Betsy asked.

"Ladies, I would like to begin. I've thought a lot about what I want to say, and do, up here today and for a long time after today." I paused and took a deep breath.

"I really like both of you. I want both of you to be happy. When I kiss you, when I touch you, when I am near you, I am happy. If I ask one of you to be my girlfriend the other will be hurt and maybe even angry. I value your friendship with each other as much as I value having you in my life. If I am faced with choosing between you, I cannot. It would damage your friendship and I won't do it!"

I took another deep breath but before I could speak they both jumped me.

Betsy helped Andrea hold me down and then she began, "You are our boyfriend. We talked last night and all the way over here this morning. We have shared toys and clothes and homework all our lives. We love each other. We want to share you too! We won't let you choose."

"Well, since that's settled all I can say is, Thank you. You've made me very happy."

We shared kisses and touches for a while and then Andrea said, "You do know that this is going to cause a stir in town?"

"Yeah. How do we handle this with our friends?"

"And with our parents?"

The loft was quiet for a while, while we thought.

"Maybe this is the time to ask adults who are on our side. Maybe Inga and Hans can help us figure out how to tell your parents."

"Let's talk to them at lunch, OK? Right now I want to enjoy just being with us," Andrea said.

"Then what do we say to our friends?"

"We could tell them that you and I have shared everything since we were three and Nick is part of everything." Betsy sat smiling on a hay bale, her legs folded and lots of leg showing. I remember thinking I wanted to remember the way she looked.

"What do I tell the guys?"

"Guys only want to know if you're screwing both of us."

"That is none of their business!"

"I'm glad. Matt will laugh at you and spread it around that he had both of us and you aren't even getting sloppy seconds."

"Matt is not even ready to battle me with his wits. He's unarmed! If he said that I'd simply say he couldn't keep either of you and I have both. End of story."

"Other boys may ask you in private what you do to have both of us like you."

"I care... No, I'll be honest. Right up until this moment I have avoided even thinking this word, but I think it is the right word. The reason both of you like me is that I love you both."

There, I'd said it. Inga was the only other woman who had ever heard me use that word. I'd resisted saying it because of what I was thinking. I'm too young to be in love. I've not known them long enough to love them. I don't even know what it feels like to be in love with someone who isn't your parent." I was finally saying it because that is the name I put on how I felt. 

Betsy kissed me with a long slow soft kiss. Her lips were warm and just a little wet. I tasted strawberries. When she pulled back she said, "I'm wet."

I laughed and said, "There is the understatement of the twentieth century!"

Andrea laughed too. I looked over at her.

"I guess this is my time to talk. I laughed because, like we told you a few minutes ago, we share everything, toys, clothes, and you. We love each other. Listen to that. We love each other!"

I must have had a strange look on my face. I knew what she was telling me and I was so alright with it that my internal conversation was, 'Of course.' My face must not have been saying that."

"Nick, did you have oral sex with Betsy yesterday?"

I nodded.

"Did she about drown you?"

"Yes!"

"She has drown me more than once!"

"I love it!"

"Me too."

"I'm telling you that up until you I was starting to think I was queer. I tested being with boys and always went back to Betsy. I felt cared for when I was with Betsy. I felt loved. I kissed you at the party and I thought, 'This boy just might be able to care.' When we were together here yesterday and you gave me seven orgasms I knew you were really interested in me, my feelings. When you told me you couldn't choose between us I knew you could love us both."

"I do ... and I'd really like to see more of both of you."

"What would you like to see?"

"I'd like Betsy to take off her top and you, Andrea, to take off your skirt."

They stood up and took off just what I asked. I walked to Betsy and dropped to my knees in front of her. My face went to her left breast and sucked as much of it into my mouth as would fit. Her hands held my head and she took in a deep breath. I reached out to Andrea and held her leg, pulling her closer to me. When she was close I switched from Betsy's breast in my mouth to licking Andrea's lips. Her lower lips.