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Only Children are the Problem

By: Scorpio44a



"When you were a kid, did you ever play dare games?" She asked. We were having dinner. It was our first real date. We'd known each other for months but she had turned down my invitations to go out until a few days before. We had been together almost an hour and I thought things were going really well until she asked that question. Suddenly I wasn't sure where this was going.

"We played." I said. "Sometimes I liked them and sometimes I thought they were dumb or mean. Why?"

"I want you to do something, and the only way I can think of asking is by daring you."

"Just tell me what you want me to do. Don't dare me."

"A man and his date just came into the restaurant. The man was my husband. Operative word, was. Our divorce was final last week. The woman he's with is his boss. One of the last things he said to me as we were leaving the courthouse was his belief that I would never find a man to love me the way I wanted. He hoped I spent a long and lonely life."

"And your request?"

"Be my fiancé for tonight. Let him see us being affectionate."

"Not even a hard request. Being affectionate will be my pleasure. Wait. If I'm your fiancé, shouldn't you have a ring on?"

She dove into her purse. A few seconds later she came out with a ring box. "It was my Mom's. I hope it fits." I pulled the ring from the box. It was a beautiful ring. I looked up and a couple were walking towards us.

"Is he wearing gray slacks and a blue shirt?"

"Yes. His boss is in a green sheath dress."

"Then get ready to earn an Academy Award." I dropped to one knee in the aisle where they were walking. I took my date's hand and said, "Please, make me the happiest man on the planet. Marry me!"

She came out of her chair and landed on me. She said "Yes!" Loudly and smothered me in kisses. Patrons all around us clapped and cheered. We got up and thanked them. My date turned and looked her Ex in the face and acted shocked.

"You! What are you doing here?"

"We were going to have dinner, but I've lost my appetite." He started to turn and my date stuck out her hand to his date. "Hi. Pardon Jack's manners. I'm Sue, his ex-wife."

"Congratulations! Sorry we barged in on your special occasion." They shook hands. Jack stepped in and got them apart. 

He started to hustle his lady away when I said, "This is a great night! Join us for a drink, at least. A toast to love!"

His date turned back again and said, "That would be grand! Waiter, a bottle of champagne! Please!" She sat with us.

The waiter was quick. Jack didn't want to sit and he didn't like being the only one standing so he sat. He turned to me and asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"For me? A long time. But, she wouldn't even go out with me until the divorce. Now that she is free, I needed to make my move or lose her to the competition."

Jack's date asked, "So, when was your first date?"

"One week after she went to court." I'm pretty good with math so I calculated six months and a week back. "March the twenty-third."

"No." Sue said, "Remember. I went to court on the eighteenth. We went out on the twenty-fifth. We came here for dinner."

"Right! I did remember the place better than the date. I'm not that good with dates. It's why I have a Blackberry."

Jack's date was doing math in her head too. She looked in her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to me. I accepted it and said, "What is this?"

"It's for the champagne. He told me the divorce was final in January! He can find his own way home, wherever that may be." She looked at Jack and spit on him. "You are finished! Make arrangements with my lawyer to get your things from my house. Do not come to my house!" She walked out. Her hips swayed with purpose and her heels clacked loudly as she went. Even the wait staff stayed quiet while she made her exit.

Jack didn't move until she was out the doors. When they closed behind her he looked at my date and said, "You did that to fuck my life!"

"I got engaged to mess up your life! Pete had already proposed when I saw you. How could it have been a set up? How would I have known you lied to her, too?"

"You knew! You always knew." He got up and walked from the restaurant. I waited for someone to call out, "Dead man, walking" as he passed by them. He looked that sad. 

She said, "We were married three years. He grew to hate my family, well, my sister. Said we were too close, too involved. He wanted to say he was married but wanted to act like he wasn't, if you know what I mean. When a woman came to me pregnant and asked me to divorce him so he could be her husband and help raise their kid, I gave him the divorce. A week after I filed she miscarried. I guess he moved in on Monica right after that."

"Feel better?"

"I thought I would. I don't. Somewhere, inside I guess I still care for him. I don't want his life to be shit, I just don't want to watch him having fun."

I reached across the table and put my hand on hers. Her eyes flared and she started to pull back. "Stop!" I said. She did. "You asked me to be your fiancé for tonight. It's still early. I agreed because one night as your fiancé could be the best night of the last few years of my life. You can decide later if you want to break off our engagement, but for now I'm staying in my role."

She took a sip of the champagne and smiled at me. "That may be a line, but line or not, it's good. Ok. Until I'm home, we're engaged. What do you have planned for after dinner?"

"There are possibilities. As we get to know each other better, one will take first in line and we'll do that one." Our dinners arrived. We ate and talked. Between us we finished the champagne. The list of possibilities was down to a walk by the marina and going dancing at a club I'd been to once. As we left the restaurant she held my arm and pressed her breast against it. Once outside I could turn us right and go for the walk or turn left and head for my car so we could go dancing.

My feet stopped and I gently pulled her into my arms. She wrapped hers around me and we kissed, really for the first time. The others were acting. This one was her and me, on purpose. I hate to hurry when I kiss. I became aware that people walked past us while we kissed. When we ended the kiss our lips lingered close to each other and we touched them together ever so gently many times.

"Is this what rose to number one on your list of possibilities?"

"I stopped to decide if we turn right and go for a walk or left and drive to a club and go dancing. Kissing you has been on my list for months."

"Let's walk. If we went dancing we wouldn't get to know each other very well. It would be noisy and crowded."

I guided us down the walk toward the path alongside the marina. After about a hundred yards we came to a deck where walkers could stop and sit to watch the boats go by. We stopped and kissed a few more times.

We walked farther out towards the opening from the marina to Santa Monica bay. She asked about my family. I told her about growing up on a farm, having two younger sisters and where they were now. I asked her about her family.

"Our parents are gone. A car wreck six years ago. I have a sister, Sasha who is two years older than me and she lives nearby."

"She's the one your ex didn't like?"

"We are very close. Talk almost every day, see each other often, hang out, share clothes and just about everything else."

"He didn't like that?"

"Nope. He thought my life should be focused on him, just him. In the beginning he liked Sasha but it didn't take long before he was saying things and doing what he could to get between us."

"I have two sisters and all our lives the three of us have been close. Closer than most of the siblings I've known. I'm anxious to meet your sister."

We stopped again and held each other. A sail boat slid by with three couples on deck. Two of the couples were kissing and the other couple was running the boat. 

"You haven't used my name once tonight. Why?"

"Every man you've dated or married has called you Sue. I become… we become more of the same if I'm Pete and you're Sue. I'd like to start something new. We can pick new names and from right here we'll be those people. Brand new, fresh."

"That's a novel idea. Change names. Then every time you use my new name it will remind me to be new, fresh, different. Can we walk while we think of our new names?"

"Can we stop and kiss while we walk?" She nodded and we walked. It was still eighty degrees outside even though it was just after nine in the evening and a soft breeze came in off the ocean. We watched boats coming into the marina, birds finding resting spots for the night and other couples strolling the path. We stopped often and kissed. Many of them were gentle, soft, barely touching kisses that left me wanting to become insistent, pushy and forceful. I resisted. I wanted her to give herself to me, not be taken by me. This time.

At the end of the path we stopped again and she put her lips against mine before she spoke. "When I was a little girl I read a book that belonged to my Mom. The lead character was a woman named Silver. I fell in love with that name. I wanted to have a daughter named Silver. I still do. Now you offer me the chance to change from being ordinary Sue and the only name I want is Silver."

I pressed forward half an inch and we kissed. This time her lips parted a little and she teased me with her tongue. I touched her tongue with mine and made it a caress. When the kiss ended I said, "I am thrilled to be the first man to kiss you, Silver. I love your name. It evokes thoughts and images in my mind that are sensual. The lights shimmering on the water are like liquid silver, shining up at us."

"Whenever I thought of the man… the man I might share my life with, his name was Roger. Every fantasy I've had about a life partner included him being named Roger. I've never known a man named Roger. I see him as strong, with slow hands and kisses, most of the time. Roger can take care of me, and wants to."

"Can Roger be forceful and demanding as well as strong and caring?" My arms tightened around her.

"Oh, yes!" Her words came out in a rush of breath. 

"And might he occasionally take kisses?" She nodded. I crushed my mouth to hers and my tongue pushed between her lips and she surrendered to me.

"Does Roger love holding your breasts?"

"Yes!"

My face pulled back a few inches and I asked, "Who am I?"

She smiled a mischievous smile and whispered, "Roger! Please, take me!"

I spun her around so I was pressed against her butt and my arms still were around her. I kissed her neck and cupped her breasts through her thin dress. Silver moaned and whatever resistance was left melted away.

She tilted her head to open her neck to me. I accepted her gift and slipped my hands inside her dress to cup her warm flesh, skin to skin. The touch of her nipples to my finger tips proved them to be ready for me, wanting my touch and the muffled moan told me I was doing what she needed or wanted.

The sound of approaching people prompted me to pull my hands from her breasts and out of her dress. Her hands covered mine and put them back on top of her breasts. As the people passed us she turned and faced me. She whispered, "I am here for you. Whatever you want, Roger, is yours."

"Give me your panties, please."

"Now?"

I nodded. She backed up a step, bent at her waist and reached up under the hem of her dress. A Silver thong came back hanging from her fingers. She looked around to see who might have seen.

I took them from her and lifted them to my nose. "I love the fragrance of warm Silver. It is my favorite fragrance." After the sniff I put them in my pocket. She hooked her arm through mine and we walked back towards my car.

"You know my juices are running down my legs."

"I hoped, but didn't know."

"Will you take me home and love me?"

"To my home. If I take you to your home the engagement is over, by our earlier agreement."

"You made that agreement with some other woman. Silver has never been with any other man than you, Roger. I want to be in bed with you."

"The truth is I want you right now! I don't want the twenty minute drive to my place. Can we go to a nearby hotel?"

"Or a grassy lawn. I want to be filled by you."

While we were having dinner or walking a van parked next to my car, blocking the view of anyone nearby. She pulled me to the hood of my car and kissed me hard. I lifted her dress to her hips and she opened my slacks, freeing my meat. She leaned back and opened herself to me. As I entered her I noticed we made slippery, wet noises together.

Her hands held my arms and she wrapped her legs around my hips. "God! You fill me perfectly! I'm so close!"

We mated, combining feelings of animal lust and our fantasies of Silver and Roger. She peaked first. The muscles inside her channel grabbed me and drew everything I had to give out of me. I gave it all up willingly. She tried not to scream. I tried not to bellow like a bear. I think we both failed. 

As I wilted we kissed. We both heard something drip from where we were joined and splat on the bumper of my car. Something about the sound struck us both as funny. We laughed and as soon as we laughed, more of our juices plopped out. We laughed harder.

I walked to the back of my car and got a towel from the trunk. I gave it to Silver and she folded it for her to sit on. She used her mouth to clean my equipment, telling me how good we tasted together as she did the job.

She left her dress bunched at her waist as she got into the car. I didn't zip. When we stopped at a light and another car pulled alongside she covered my cock with her hand. The lady in the car noticed and looked away, quickly. We laughed some more after the light changed.

Inside my condo we left a trail of clothes to the bedroom. We made it to the bed and Roger buried himself in Silver again. The urgency was tempered and the mating became more than a rut. We explored each other, spending time taking mental notes and memorizing what worked for and with our new partner.

I discovered I loved sucking on her breasts even more than I had loved holding them in my hands. I loved how her areolas were slightly oblong instead of round. Her left nipple was inverted until I sucked on it, then it popped out and swelled to the size of a blueberry. A Silverberry! 

She got us into the shower and we learned more about each other. I kept reminding myself this wasn't a one night stand. As we shut off the water Silver asked, "Can I have a place in your bathroom for some of my things?"

"Of course. I don't want the engagement to be over either."

We got back in bed and held each other. "You mean that?"

"Yes! You can end this, but I won't. I was beginning a long term relationship with the date Pete went on tonight. It wasn't a let's-test-the-waters date for me. I wanted to dive. Sorry. Pete wanted to dive in. Sue's ex just made the transition quicker for both Sue and Pete."

"I don't feel like Sue. She would never in a million years have given you her thong!"

"Would she have leaned back on my car and welcomed me inside?"

"No! She had rules. No sex until the sixth date. No kisses until the forth date."

"I'm glad I met Silver. I would have waited for Sue, but then I would have wondered why we waited."

"Sue wanted to be careful. If you aren't careful you'll get hurt."

"That sounded like something someone's Mom told her years ago."

"Even sounded like her voice when I said it just now."

"It's probably true, just not all the time."

"Am I going to get hurt?" Silver asked.

"Probably. You'll have an expectation I won't live up to. You'll want something I'm supposed to have a crystal ball tell me about, but I don't have a crystal ball. But!"

"But, what?"

"But, I won't cheat on you. I'll tell you what I'm up to, what I want and what I hope for. I request you do the same. You want something from Roger, ask for it. I think when most men get married they should wear a t-shirt every day for the rest of their life that says, "I don't have a crystal ball."

"That sounds like Pete."

"You're right, it does. Roger is still a babe in the woods."

"Maybe we both need a t-shirt that says, "I'm not who you think I am, and neither are you." We both laughed.

Silver grabbed for my cock and gently tugged it. "What would this be?"

"It has lots of names. Some people only use medical terms. They'd call it a penis."

"I want to know what Roger thinks of it as."

"When it's soft, it's for peeing and it's my dick. When you play with it, or inspire it to be all about sex, it's my cock."

"Please, Roger, could you shove your hard cock inside me again?"

"Where inside you, Silver?"

"For most of the last year Sue had a vagina and only a vagina. Since Silver arrived she's put her pussy to good use, with your help. When I'm at work on Monday I'll have a vagina again. I want your cock inside my pussy. We can talk forever on the phone over the next months and years. Right now we're naked and I'm holding your cock in my hand."

I blinked twice to get the Pete part of me to back off and let Roger take care of the beautiful woman holding his cock. Very quickly her hand achieved the growth goal it had wanted and she moved down on the bed and looked up at my face as she engulfed my cock with her mouth. Her eyes smiled as her lips and tongue gave me sensations intended to make me crazy.

After a minute or two of focused effort she pulled off my cock and said, "I like how you taste. Want to cum in my mouth?"

"Unless you'd rather have it somewhere else."

"Will you be willing to kiss my mouth after you've cum there?"

"Yes! I'll kiss your mouth or your pussy after I've cum there. Or before. I love kissing you."

Her mouth and tongue were working on me. She licked my shaft from base to tip and as I watched I knew I wasn't going to last very much longer. "Baby, I'm close! You're in charge."

She smiled and rolled us over so I was on top of her. She lifted my hips just enough to speak and said, "Fuck my face! Fill me with cum!" Then she sucked hard and released my hips. My hips raised and dropped fast and deep. She didn't choke or gag. In just a few strokes I was unloading inside her. Silver's arms held my hips as I shook and my cock pulsed. 

She got it all. When she was sure she had it all she rolled me back on my back and climbed up to be face to face.

"I do love how you follow orders. Do you also give orders?"

"Yes! I can be quite demanding, at times."

"Oh! What kind of things will you demand?"

"When we are together, please, do not wear red. Not red shoes, dresses, underwear or nail polish. I say it as a request. It is a demand."

"You don't like red. Got it."

"I demand that you communicate when you're upset. Don't clam up."

"Ok. Anything else?"

"Don't keep secrets."

"What about Christmas presents?"

"That's not a secret. A secret is something you don't say because it will hurt. Christmas presents won't hurt. If you're moving away, tell me. If we're through tell me. Don't keep it a secret."

"Is that it?"

"No. I want the kisses you mentioned." We kissed another seventy-six times. I didn't actually count. In the first kiss I tasted me and her in the kiss. In the third that taste was US. It was all good.

We napped for a little while and when I opened my eyes she asked, "I need to know. Do you eat pussy?"

"Yours or anyone's?"

"Mine."

"Any time, any where."

"I tend to scream."

"I tend to enjoy screams." I moved down her body, one kiss at a time. She adjusted herself to be open and comfortable when my mouth found her lower lips and made myself ta' home.

I discovered I loved the feeling of pushing her to an orgasm and beyond to the second and the third. I loved having her grab the hair of my head as she begged me to stop, before she died of pleasure. I loved the aftertaste of her and the warm snuggle while we fell asleep again.


Only Children are the Problem



Sunshine woke us. An urgent plea from bladders helped. She went first. I started coffee. When I came back she was standing beside my bed. Silver was beautiful. Her short auburn hair was not brushed or combed, but looked sexy and happy. Her face was devoid of make up and she looked like an angel to me. Her shoulders were soft looking and a small mole rode on top of her right shoulder, like a beauty spot on a place that didn't ever need one. I slowly scanned her from her hair to the floor and did my best to take it all in and savor it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Roger. Please."

"You'll think I'm nuts."

"I already do. What were you thinking?"

"I want to see you standing right there every day for the rest of my life."

"Too soon! You don't know me enough!"

"I don't need to know you to want to see you standing there, dressed just like you are, every day. All I need is eyes."

"We need to really know each other." She said.

"Ok. What do you want to know?"

"Tell me more about your family. Start with when you were a kid." Silver kissed me and we resumed our places on the bed.

"It was a dark and stormy night in Denver Colorado in the winter. My Dad had to borrow a car to get Mom to the hospital in time for my arrival. We made it and a week later we were on my grandparents' farm in Nebraska. When I was two Mom had my sister Joan. When I was three Janice was born. When I was eight we moved to Idaho and another farm. The three of us kids were best friends all through school. At eighteen I was done with farming and I left for college. I came to California after graduation and got a job with a bank. I'm still there. That's the short version."

"Tell me more about your sisters?"

"Sisters. Janice and Joan. I'm the oldest. Janice lives in Idaho on our farm with a husband and her son. Joan lives in Portland Oregon with her husband and two kids. I usually see them both on a vacation during the summer. I love to drive so I drive up to Idaho and see Joan either on the way up or the way back. By the way, you're invited this year."

"Parents alive?"

"Dad died in '90, Mom in '93. Dad of a stroke and Mom because she missed Dad."

"How many times have you… no. How many times was Pete married?"

"Once. It lasted five years. She got MS and the complications took her after two years."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you. I was honestly conflicted. I love her and watching her hurt was so painful. When she died her pain ended. I didn't want her to go and I didn't want her to keep hurting. My pain changed when she died. It changed from hurting with her to hurting without her. Even when she was in lots of pain we talked, shared and were partners." We were quiet for a time. It was comfortable being with Silver in the silence.

"Can we have breakfast?" She quietly asked.

"Yes. Eggs and toast here, or we can go out."

"If we go out we can go to my place and I can get a few things."

"Does that mean you like being here with me?"

"Yes! Isn't that obvious?"

"I wanted to be sure."

We found her clothes and she dressed, minus the thong. I hung it on the bathroom door knob. I put on fresh jeans and a shirt. She nixed the idea of me wearing briefs if she wasn't wearing anything under her dress.

On the drive to her home I added to the story she asked for and she told me about her. Her dad and mom were teachers. Dad taught History at a college and Mom taught high school English. She had one sister. Sasha lived half an hour away and was married, no kids. 

As she gathered some things that would be moving in with me her phone rang. She looked at me and asked, "Shall I answer?"

"Yes! It's probably for you. None of my friends know I'm engaged."

She smiled and picked up the phone. "Hi."

A Pause. "I didn't come home last night."
Another pause. "His name is Roger. No, he's not married."
Another pause. "He's here right now. We're getting some of my things so I can stay over more often."
A bigger pause. She covered the phone with her hand and asked, "Can she come over? She wants to meet you." I nodded. She gave Sasha my address.

I said, "Tell her to meet us at The Reel Inn on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) in one hour. We can have lunch and talk, then we'll go home."

Sasha agreed. The call was over. I was Roger. We packed some more stuff and put it in my car. Then we spent some time in her bedroom. Her bed felt just as good to us, together, as mine did. As we got out the door and headed for the Reel Inn I asked, "Can I bring some things over, next time I come over?"

"What kinds of things?"

"Manly things. Dirt, sweaty socks, old Playboy magazines, a stick of Right Guard."

She laughed. "Ok. I haven't looked at a Playboy in years."

"I won't need to look any more, not with you around."

"I'm not that good looking!"

"Wrong! You are and you're real. Tell me more about Sasha, please."

"Ok. She's two years older than me. This year she's blond. About an inch taller than me and she's all legs. She works as a graphic artist for an ad agency. Married to Brad for five years. She's going to be protective of me. You'll get quizzed hard. Mom told her to go slow and be careful, too."

"Did she like Jack?"

"Yeah, in the beginning. He was good to both of us. He only dated me but the three of us did some stuff together. When she started thinking he was a skunk, he was. It took me a while longer to see and smell the skunk."

"Ok. We should begin by being honest with her. We've been out once. I've watched you for months and asked you out many times before I got the yes."

"Should I tell her about giving you my thong?"

"It won't change anything. She knows we slept together last night. She doesn't know we're engaged. You know her. Feel her. When the three of us are together, if it feels right tell her anything."

"And then?"

"Then, if she hasn't slapped me silly and stomped out, we'll invite her back to my place. I have nothing to hide, from either of you."

I parked at the Reel Inn and we went inside. Ordering is done at the counter like in some deli's. We looked over the menu and ordered. We sat at a table by the windows and less than a minute later Sasha walked in. She scanned the place and smiled when she saw her sister. I was facing the window and saw her in the reflection. Lots more hair than Silver, slightly taller, dressed in black pants and a shirt that buttoned down the front. She walked over and said, "Hi! I'm starved! What do you recommend?"

"Roger ordered the halibut cooked Cajun style, I ordered the sea bass the same way."

"Tell me what you want and I'll get it for you. You can sit here and start with the questions you have for Silver." I got up and waited for her answer.

"Silver?" She looked at her sister and then said, "The halibut. Cajun style. A beer. Thanks." I left.

From the counter I watched them in conversation. I wished I had an audio recorder taped to the table that I could listen to later. The guy behind the counter asked if I wanted the other two orders to wait until the third was ready too. I did. It gave them more time.

He gave me the three plates and he delivered the beer to Sasha. I sat across from Sasha, next to Silver.

I wondered if the inquisition would wait until lunch was almost gone or start immediately. The answer was immediately.

"You asked her to change her name on your first date?"

"Yes! Is there a problem?"

"Our parents picked our names. They had good reasons for those names."

"You're right. When Sue was a baby did they call her Sue or Susanne?"

"Susanne. We started calling her Sue because I had trouble saying the whole thing."

"So Sue was your name for her, not Mom and Dad's?"

"I guess."

"No wonder you're upset. I apologize. Haven't you ever wanted to start over? Do something symbolic that would remind you that from now on you won't be the same?"

"No. Well, sure, but not so big I'd change my name to Silver! What kind of name is that, anyway?"

"It's the name your sister has loved since she was a child. If she had a baby girl she wanted to name her Silver. Now she can be Silver. Her name for herself, not my choice. Hers."

She looked at Silver and Silver nodded. 

She looked back at me and said, "Oh. I thought it was your idea."

"Changing names was my idea. What she picked was hers."

"So, did you change, too?" 

I nodded.

"Your driver's license doesn't say Roger?"

"Not yet."

"Why Roger? What was your name yesterday?"

"My name was Peter. Peter Evans. I don't know why Roger, I didn't pick it. Your sister did."

"You let her pick your name?" I nodded again.

She had taken two bites, so far. I pointed to her plate and asked, "Is your food bad? You aren't eating."

She took three bites in succession without talking. Her fork went down and she said, "She's wearing Mom's engagement ring."

"Did she tell you why?"

"No."

I motioned to Silver and she told the story. Sasha looked from her sister to me and back again. "You're crazy! You went along with it?"

"Yes. So far, the engagement is a success. Some may think we're going a little fast but that's their problem. I think we are being quite rational and we're having lots more fun than those people trying to get to know each other slowly to avoid getting hurt."

Sasha looked at Silver again and asked, "You told him what Mom said?" Silver nodded.

"I love my sister and I don't want her hurt!" Sasha said.

"Your sister is a grown woman, capable of living through being hurt and coming through it a stronger woman. Look at her. She lived through being married to Jack and is stronger for the experience. I promise I will do whatever I can to make her memories of every day with me worth what ever hurt comes at us down the road."

She started to speak and I cut her off by raising my hand. "And, just so we're clear about this, there are three people at this table and I say all three love your sister. As one of the three I can say, out loud, that I love your sister. There is nothing she needs to do for me to love her. No thing she needs to be, say or do. I love her!"

"I told you!" Silver said. "I believe him. I have no good reason to believe him. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours. I'm moving stuff into his house. He's moving things into mine. I'm wearing the ring. It was Mom's ring. It is now my engagement to Roger ring."

"For the moment, I think you're both totally nuts!" Sasha said, emphatically.

"You've known your sister for a long time. How long has it been since she looked this happy?"

"At least three years."

"Isn't that worth something?"

"Yes. Of course. I'm just…"

"Worried she's gonna get hurt. Me too. I'm worried she will go to work on Monday and get run over by a bus! I'm worried even more that she'll get MS."

"MS?" Sasha asked.

Silver said, "His first wife died of MS. He was there for her. It still hurts."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Sasha said. "You're right. I should be looking at how much happiness is here now, but I'm focused on what might happen someday."

"How can you stay married?" I asked. "Someday your husband might look at another woman. He might get sick. He might… something."

"You've made your point." She faced her sister more directly and said, "Silver, I'm happy for both of you. I like Roger and I want us to do stuff together, and laugh. I love you!"

They leaned over the table and hugged. I watched how close they both came to dipping their breasts into the remnants of their lunches. It was amazing. When they sat back down I asked, "So, want to come see my place?"

Her head shook and she said, "On the way over here I thought about how quickly you gave me your address. I have it mean you have nothing to hide. If I go over there you'll give me the tour and then turn me loose to look anywhere. So, I don't need to do that. I'm happy the two of you are happy."

"Great! Silver and I have some things to do and if we're done with lunch let's go."

"What things do we have to do?" Silver asked.

"I want some new sheets. I want to go grocery shopping so we have food we both like at my house. Stuff."

"Oh, that sounds like fun! Let's go!" 

In the parking lot we hugged and Sasha gave me a good hug. It didn't feel tentative. We watched her get in her Miata and drive away. Then we went shopping. It was fun. When we got back to my place Silver helped carry stuff inside. She took the four sets of sheets into the bedroom while I put food away. As I was finishing up she called me from the bedroom.

"Want to see how the new sheets look on your bed?"

"Sure." I closed the fridge and walked to the doorway. The quilt that usually lives on top of my bed was folded over a chair. The new dark green sheets were on the bed and Silver was between them. The top sheet covered her from just below her breasts down. She smiled and asked, "Do you like how they look?"

"Yes! And the sheets look good, too."

"Maybe you should see how good they feel on bare skin?"

I began undressing. "We'll need to test all four new sets of sheets."

"Testing a new set could take days… and nights."

I was naked and hard. She opened the sheet to allow me in next to her and the initial testing commenced. It was a through test and took us quite a while to complete. We napped when the test was done.

We woke up to the sound of my phone. It was Joan, my sister.

"Hi, Joan. How's things in Oregon?"

"Great. I was doing some calendar work and wondered if you had planned your vacation yet?"

"No. I've been a little busy."

"Really? Is that good news?" 

I had my arm around Silver and my hand rested just above her mound. I slid my fingers into her slit and pressed. She moaned.

Joan said, "Was that a moan? Is someone there with you? Pete, is someone there with you?"

"Joan, in a minute I'm going to hand the phone to someone. First, I want to introduce you to her. Her name is Silver. Her last name doesn't matter right now because she has tentatively agreed to change it to Evans. The details are these: We've known each other for a few months, dated once, last night, and got engaged over dinner. She has moved some of her stuff into my place. We bought new sheets and they have passed our initial tests."

"You're engaged?" I could hear hours worth of questions in the question. And, a healthy dose of disbelief.

"Yes. Don't worry. When I come on vacation she comes with me. It will take us a few days to work out the details, but this is for real. Ready to say Hi?"

"No! I want to know more."

"Ask. Just a second." I hit the button for speakerphone. "Now you can speak to both of us."

A few seconds passed and Joan finally said, "Hi."

Silver answered, "Hi. I know you're surprised. Relax. I'm not after the family farm or fortune. I want to love your brother for the rest of our very long lives. Ask anything you want."

"Are you pregnant?"

"No, and according to the doctors I won't ever be pregnant. I had my tubes tied when I was sixteen. I have a genetic condition that makes it certain that if I had a baby it would have defects. We won't have babies."

"I'm sorry."

"I've had years to get used to the idea. If we wanted kids we could adopt or foster. We haven't talked about that. What else do you want to know?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm thirty-two, five eight, one hundred twenty-four pounds as of Friday morning at my house. I have auburn hair about an inch and a half long and it's curly. I wear a size six dress and my favorite color is teal. I work in the same building as your brother, but for a different company. I've been there three years."

"Do you love Pete?"

"No. Wait! Your brother changed his name. I was on my way to loving Pete when he became Roger. I love Roger and Roger is your brother."

I added, "And, I love Silver."

"Did she change her name too?"

"Yes. Day before yesterday she was Sue."

There was a pause. At the end of the pause Joan said, "As I said, I'm doing some calendaring. What do you have planned for next weekend?"

Silver answered, "We bought four new sets of sheets. We've only unwrapped one set. We will be ready for set number two by the weekend." There was laughter in her voice.

"Can you pick me up at the airport Friday evening?"

"Have to see for yourself?" I asked. Silver nodded yes.

"Yes! This is sudden! This is exciting!"

"Just you?"

"I'll have to talk to the family. I'll call you back." She was gone.

I said, "If I dial my other sister's phone number it will be busy."

"Is there enough room here for both of them… and me?" 

"They can stay at the motel down the street. You can stay right here, on a new set of sheets. Ok?"

"Ok. Shall we invite my sister too?"

"I don't think so. Let's let Joan and Janice get used to the idea of us before we drop the whole family on them. Maybe you can talk with Sasha and see how she feels about meeting them. If she wants into the mix, I'm Ok with it. They'll all learn a lot about both of us."

Not an hour later the phone rang again. It was Janice. As I answered I made sure we were on speaker. I pointed at Silver when Janice said, "Pete?"

"No, this is Silver. Roger is in the other room and will be here in a second."

"So, it's true!"

"What's true?" Silver asked.

"Pete, Roger is in relationship! It's about time!"

"I'm glad you approve. Ok, your brother is here."

I said, "Hi Sis. What's happening?"

"Nothing here. Sounds like you've rejoined the living."

"The living and the loving. Let me be formal. Janice this is Silver. Silver this is my sister Janice."

"So, can you meet us at the airport on Friday at about six? Joan has booked us both into Southwest and if you are there at six we'll both be there."

"Yes, we can meet you at six. I'll get you two rooms at the motel down the street."

"One room with two beds is plenty. I've lived with Joan before, you remember?"

"Ok. Arrive hungry. We'll go out to eat from LAX and then back to my place. Ok?"

"Last time I was down in L.A. you took us to a place at the beach. They had the freshest seafood! Can we go there again?"

"I met Silver's sister there today. I recommend the blackened Halibut."

"Do you have email, Silver?"

"I think it's illegal to live in L.A. County and not have at least two email addresses. You want the one at work or at home?"

"Home. We live on a farm. Our one email address is both work and home."

"We could be good friends before your plane lands. I like emails."

"Congrats Roger. I like her. I'm happy for both of you. See you Friday night."

"That's it?" I asked. "Joan asked questions."

"And she wrote down the answers, called me and read from her notes. I'm good, for now. Everything I needed to know I heard in your voices. You're both happy. Me too."

We ended the call and Silver said, "I like your sisters." As it turned out they liked her too. The days between the phone calls and picking my sisters up at the airport were busy. We worked and our work was rushed every day. By Wednesday I had decided we needed to let one of our places go and either live together in one of them or get rid of both and find a new place. She had stayed in her place Monday and Tuesday nights while I stayed at home. The condo that had been comfortable since I moved in was no longer comfortable. It was lonely.

Wednesday night she stayed with me. I made dinner and we talked for a while, then I suggested that we should go to bed. Silver showed me some new things she had purchased on her lunch break on Tuesday. I wondered why she bought new stuff. Other than the silver thong I hadn't seen any of her under things. To me it was all new. I dismissed it as a concern by putting it in the box labeled, "Unexplained Woman Things." It's one of many boxes in my memory.

I liked the new bra she proudly showed me. I liked it so much I asked her if we could leave it on all night. She asked, "You like the bra better than what's inside?"




Only Children are the Problem



"No. But showing me a new bra just as we're getting undressed doesn't make sense to me. Show me the new bra just before you put it on in the morning. Let me help you put it on. All day I'll carry the image around in my head. I can really appreciate the new bra that way."

"You really are strange."

"Guilty. I'm weird about birthdays and Christmas too. That reminds me, when is your birthday?"

"The thirtieth of November. Wait! That's Sue's birthday. Sue always hated having been born so close to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Silver can pick a new birthday! Roger, my birthday is the thirtieth of July!"

I made a note to myself on a pad of paper by the phone and announced, "Pete's birthday was the eighth of November. Wouldn't it be a coincidence if Roger's birthday was the same day as yours?"

She clapped her hands and said, "We could have a great party every year!"

So I amended the note to show we were both born on the thirtieth of July, in different years. Since the date was the third of June when I made the note I needed to start thinking of what to get her. Thoughts like that faded quickly. Silver slid into "our" bed and opened both her arms and legs to me. I joined her in the bed and let the kissing begin. I have no idea how many square inches of skin Silver has but I believe I kissed over ninety percent of those inches before we went to sleep. Special attention was paid to all the areas she responded well to.

When the orgasm score was three for Silver and one for me we were exhausted and settled in to sleep. I mentioned my thought about moving in together and got a surprise. As soon as I mentioned it she jumped out of bed and ran to her purse which was in the living room. She came back with a page torn from the local paper.

"Three bedroom, 2 ½ bath condo, in the Marina. Two story, large deck above garage. View of the Marina and ocean. No smoking. " The ad showed a picture and gave a phone number. 

I read the ad and said, "They don't give a price."

Silver responded, "If it's something we can consider doing, I'll call in the morning and maybe tomorrow evening we can go look." Looking at her face and hearing her voice I knew it was quite likely I had won my last argument for the rest of my life. I would give her anything.

I slept well. I'm not sure she slept at all. As we drove together to work she asked, "How early is late enough to call?"

Sometimes I get the urge to be a little mean. I knew I wouldn't leave it as I said it but I said, "Oh, don't call before ten. They'll think we're desperate." As her face started to fall I said, "No! Call before nine. Don't be all business. Be friendly."

She was concerned about when to call. I said, "Honey, there are things we can control and things we can't. If you call at eight-forty-five they can make it mean were anxious or that we get up before dawn. If you call at ten he can make it mean that we aren't very serious. Best thing, call him when you want and tell him what to believe. "I wanted to call last night when we first looked at the ad, but I made myself wait until I thought you might already be up and have had your first cup of coffee."

My phone at work rang at nine-twenty. Silver asked, "Can we look at the condo at five?"

"Yes. I'll get a sandwich for each of us before we go."

"Can't we go eat after?"

"No. You'll be packing and planning. I'll be doing what I'm told… and smiling."

"I have a surprise for you."

"When do I get it?"

"Tomorrow morning."

I thought, 'She bought another new bra.' But I didn't say it. I said, "If you bought breakfast it'll be cold."

"Silly man. It's not breakfast." Then I heard a door open and she said, "Gotta go. Later."

We loved the condo and by seven-fifteen we had signed the lease papers. It was empty, clean and ready. I called a small moving company and they were at Silver's place the next morning. I wondered how moved in the condo would look when we picked up my sisters on Friday evening. The movers would do Silver on Tuesday and me on Wednesday.

We did go out to eat and Sasha joined us. I was careful to pick small words and was able to squeeze three or maybe four into the conversation in an hour and a half. They seemed to be able to talk, eat and breathe all that time without actually taking a pause in the conversation.

Silver and Sasha went to Silver's and got ready for the movers. I don't know if they went to bed at all. I went home and packed too. What I packed mostly were trash bags. I threw lots of things away. I got to bed before three in the morning and got up at a little after six.

Silver called me mid morning and told me she had taken the day off. She told me the movers were there and almost finished loading the truck. I said I'd take the two of them out for dinner when I got off work.

Ten minutes later she called back and asked if I could bring food to the condo so we could get her moved in ASAP. I agreed.

I checked with my boss and took the rest of the week off. He asked what was up and I told him I had to move and the decision had been made quickly. Further inquiry had me reveal that I had gotten engaged and we were moving in together. He gave me the three days off without charging them as vacation days. Nice guy.

When I got to the condo there was already a good sized stack of empty boxes, flattened and out of the way. The front door was open as were the sliding glass doors out to the deck. The first person I saw was Silver, in the kitchen. She had on a light blue cami and white shorts. The cami covered her well enough she wouldn't be arrested, but not well enough to hide anything from view. There wasn't a bra in the kitchen.

She was happy to see me and her kiss demonstrated her enthusiasm. I was quite distracted by how much Silver was on display. As our first kiss ended there was a knock on the door. Dinner had arrived. I went to the door, paid for dinner and accepted the two big bags of Chinese food. I spread newspapers on the table and called Silver and Sasha to dinner. When Sasha walked into the dining area I think my mouth fell open. She was dressed in a cami too, but hers had been cropped! Two spaghetti straps met a tissue thin cami half-way down her breasts and the tissue thin peach colored material ended at the bottom of her breasts. From there to the top of her low slung shorts she was beautiful bare skin. We used the chopsticks provided and ate from the cartons. They talked about their day. I listened and tried not too stare too blatantly at both of them.

When they got to the part about what I was to do with my things Silver drew me a diagram. "Your big chair goes right here. Ok?" She pointed to a spot in the living room and on her diagram. I said I liked that spot. I did. She asked about other things and made notations on the diagram. 

Clean up after dinner was easy. All the containers were folded into the newspapers we used as a table cloth and tossed in a box to later go to the dumpster. By ten Silver was at least eighty percent moved in. By ten thirty we were at my place and Sasha had gone home. Both women intended to be back at work the next day. 

I took Silver into the shower and got her clean. Actually, I didn't see any dirt on her. She wanted a shower and I love having my soapy hands all over her. After her shower I dried her and applied lotion all over her body. That done I said I was going to do my ritual and tucked her into bed.

As quickly as possible I shaved and brushed my teeth. I drained my radiator and headed to bed. Silver was deep in sleep. I carefully got in with her, kissed her gently and went to sleep myself.

The alarm got us up and Silver went instantly into her "on purpose" mode. I got up and started doing things pre-movers. After just a few minutes she called me and said she needed my help. When I walked into the bedroom she was standing there in a skirt, nylons and heels, but without a blouse or bra. She held out a small bag to me and said, "Surprise!"

Inside the bag was a new bra. I took it out and admired it. The cups shimmered and were somewhat transparent. A light flesh color to the fabric made me realize that with the bra on she'd still look naked.

"Would you like to help me on with it?" The smile on her face and twinkle in her eyes could get the statue of David to get an erection. I smiled in response and helped her on with the bra. Tucking her breasts one at a time into the cups was a treat. Having her model the results before she put a blouse over the bra was another treat.

"You were right! Showing you a new bra in the morning is fun!"

She finished dressing and headed off to work. As I watched her walk from my front door to her car I had the image of her wearing the new bra and the feeling of helping her put it on. Oh! She could get me to sign up for that duty any time.

Ten minutes later the movers were there and the chaos of the day began.

They were good. I was out of my old place before noon. I was in the condo and the movers gone by three. I wanted to impress Silver so I worked hard getting things put away. At just about her quitting time I happened to look out my front door and saw four young teen boys walking home from school.

I called out to them saying, "You guys want to make a little money?"

They stopped and one asked, "How much and for what?"

"I just moved in and I had lots of empty boxes that need to get to the dumpster. I'll give each of you five bucks if you'll toss the boxes."

They came and looked at the stack of boxes. They took the job and fifteen minutes later I was down twenty bucks and was cleaning up the debris from my move. When Silver walked in I was hooking up the stereo. She quietly closed the front door and removed her blouse and shoes. Then she found me, got close and said, "All day long I've been thinking you might want to help me out of the bra you put on me."

I turned and took a good long look at the beautiful woman standing by me. Shimmering breasts with quite visible nipples, a tight skirt and a smile that could and did light up my life.

It wasn't long before I hung the bra on the door knob between the bedroom and the bathroom. I helped her out of the skirt and discovered the shimmering thong to match the bra. When I removed it from her I found that it was quite wet. She didn't resist when I helped her lie back on our bed.

I said, "I've been so busy I forgot to have lunch. I need nourishment." My face aimed for the junction of her long legs and she welcomed me by spreading her legs even wider. It was a good lunch. She tasted great and had mentally prepared for the meal so that it was hot and wet when it was served. In minutes she boiled and screamed, then refilled herself so I could have more. 

As she came the second time she held my head and said, "Enough! Enough!" I stopped eating and rested beside her. A few moments later she took things well in hand and got my full attention. She crawled on top of me and impaled herself on my hardness. Strictly for stabilities sake, I held on to her breasts, not wanting her to possibly fall off me and the bed and get injured. She moved up and down in counter motion to my moving up when she moved down.

"Pinch me!" She panted as she lifted herself up again. I pinched. Her back arched, her legs tightened against my hips and she pressed down on me. A low guttural noise came from her and a matching noise came from deep inside me as my cum drenched her insides.

Silver leaned forward and rested her body a top mine. A minute or so later I had wilted enough I plopped out of her.

Suddenly my peripheral vision saw movement! I started to sit up when I realized it was Sasha! She knelt between my legs and her face went to her sister's pussy. She was cleaning up our combined juices. She licked Silver and then she licked and cleaned me. Silver moaned and held herself open to her sister, so I knew this intimacy was Ok with Silver. I made it mean they had been lovers for many, many years. 

In my head I was wondering about all the implications of this and if I should be angry, upset or thrilled. My body was thrilled.

When I'd seen her move she was a blur but a clothed blur. I saw a blouse fly away from her, then a bra, a skirt and a pair of panties. Silver was quivering and said, "Oh God, Sasha I love how you eat me!" Sasha straightened up a little and Silver's eyes widened as Sasha shoved fingers into her pussy. 

"In my ass, Sis!" Silver said. Her body tensed again and she shook hard. I held on as she shook and then she kissed me, passionately and urgently. I could feel her body moving in a fucking motion. Sasha was fisting Silver's ass!

When Sasha pulled away Silver collapsed on me. I watched Sasha go into the bathroom and wash up. When she came back she plopped down next to us and said, "You should really lock the front door before the fucking starts."

I looked in her eyes and said, "If we did that who would be so helpful with clean up?"

Silver lifted her head and asked, "You're really Ok?"

"I need some more information, but at the moment I'm better than fine."

Silver and Sasha kissed each other, then each kissed me. Sasha said, "What do you want to know?"

"I know you two are lovers. Do you both have sex with your husband, Sasha?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"He doesn't much like me." Silver said.

"He thinks we're too close, even for sisters. He and Jack agreed on that point."

"Are you both going to have sex with me?"

"Yes! We want to." Silver said. "I can and will still love you, marry you and be happy, but we dreamed of being able to share a man even when we were teenagers. We thought Brad would like having both of us but… we were wrong."

"I haven't met him, but I think Brad may have some major problems. You're both beautiful. You're both more than best friends. What's not to like?"

"I noticed you liked what you saw during moving day." Sasha said.

"I tried not to stare."

"I thought maybe I was going to get you that day. You were soooo hard!"

"I was with both of you!"

Silver kissed us both and then said, "I think we should shower, clean up and go to dinner."

I held them both and said, "Too soon! I just had lunch!"

"Take us to dinner and you can have sisters for dessert!" Sasha said.

We got up and went into the bathroom. Sasha was shaved completely. Silver had a little patch just above her slit. I would have guessed they had been trading clothes all their lives. In the shower we were cramped together but it was enjoyable anyway. We washed each other and got very clean.

We dried each other and started getting dressed.

Sasha asked, "Roger, could you help me please?"

I turned to see with what and saw her standing in her skirt and nylons, holding the shimmering bra in her hand.

"Silver told me how hot it was having you put this bra on her. I want to feel your hands putting my breasts in it. If you'll help me put it on, I promise you can take it off when we get back."

I took the bra from her and took my time helping her into it. Her breasts were warm, firm and felt a lot like Silver's as I slipped the shimmering nylon cups over them. When it was on and fastened, I turned her to face me and bent to take one breast in my mouth. I sucked hard and bit down just a little. Her hands wrapped around my head and she moaned.

"God! Sis. He didn't bite me when he did it with me."

"Please don't leave a mark! Brad would shit." I released her and stood up straight.

"That's a problem. If I have sex with you I make him a cuckold. I can't do that to him, or any man." 

Sasha kissed my cheek and said, "He's the one. Let's get dressed. Where shall we eat?"

"El Cholo's?" Silver asked.

"Good choice." She pulled on her shoes and picked up her purse. She pulled out a cell phone and hit a speed dial.

"Hi. Meet us at El Cholo's in fifteen minutes? Ok?"
"Yes, you'll get to meet him."
"Bye."

"Ok. Let's go." We went together. That meant Sasha intended to come back with us. I was about to meet the husband of the woman who less than an hour before had been cleaning my cock.

We parked and walked in. They led us to a table near enough to the door that when Brad arrived he'd see us or we'd see him. I was reading the menu when I heard a man's voice say, "Hi. I'm Brad."

I looked up and he was leaning over the table with a hand stuck out towards me. I stood and said, "Glad to meet you. I'm Roger." We shook hands. For two seconds there was a muscular battle in the handshake. Which of us would be the Alpha male? I relaxed. He'd already lost, he just didn't know it.

He sat and didn't look at the menu. Sasha said, "Brad likes El Cholo. He always orders the same dinner."

"Sonora Enchiladas are the best thing on the menu. Why would I have something else?"

The waiter came. Sasha and Silver ordered fajitas, one chicken and one shrimp. Brad ordered the Sonora enchiladas and I said, "That sounds good. I'll give that a test."

While we waited for our food Brad asked about the new condo, the marina and where I had lived before. I asked him a little about his background. He was telling us about his job as an accountant when the food arrived. The conversation stopped for about half the meal. The enchiladas were quite good. I noticed a signal between the sisters and wondered what was up.

"Brad," Sasha asked, "Do you know what the word cuckold means?"

He dropped his fork onto his plate and shot me a look of hatred. "Yeah, I know what it means. Why?"

"I offered myself to Roger and he said he wouldn't make you a cuckold." She said it like she had offered me a cheeseburger and I had said, no thanks. Roger looked at her and said, "You're married to me! Why would you offer to fuck him?" The "him" was said like I had leprosy.

"I didn't offer to fuck him. I offered him me. If he said yes I'd have left you. I offered to live with them and be a threesome."

"This is some crazy fucking joke, isn't it?" The anger and confusion were fighting inside him to see which was running him.

"No joke, Brad." Silver said. "We tried for the last five years to interest you in loving both of us. You didn't want us. You wanted to be the one and only person in Sasha's life. We picked wrong. I think I know what the problem is. You are an only child. You never had to share your life. We've been sisters for a long time and you've resented our closeness. Roger has two sisters. He understands about loving more than himself and even understands loving more than one woman."

"Why are you telling me all this crap?"

"Because, husband, I'm filing for divorce. Roger won't make you a cuckold, and you won't change, so you have to go."

As waitresses sometimes do our picked that moment to ask if we wanted dessert or coffee. Brad looked up at her and said, "A cup of arsenic."

She said, "We don't have that."

I said, "Just bring the bill."

"One bill or split it?" She asked. 

I said, "One." She smiled and walked away.

"I love you, Sasha. I thought we were good together."

"We are good together. Problem with us being together is that to be together with you I have to be without my sister. And, when I'm with my sister you don't want to be with us. It's like having a split personality that wants to be integrated and can't."

"I didn't marry her. I married you."

"I'm sorry. We're both sorry. We thought you'd be happy to have two women. Most men have a fantasy of having two women love them."

"I was raised to believe one man, one woman. Anything else is wrong!"

"We're sorry. We aren't compatible. Don't blame Roger for this. It's been coming for a while. It's not you. Jack couldn't accept us either. The difference is you know exactly why we're getting a divorce. Jack wanted to screw around with more than one woman, and not commit to even one. You'll only commit to one, of a set."

"When are you moving out?"

"Yesterday. Other than one outfit and the things I have in the bathroom, I'm out. If things had gone differently with Roger today I would still have left you. He didn't even know I was leaving you until this dinner.




Only Children are the Problem



The waitress put the bill down next to Brad. He picked it up and I said, "I'll take it."

"No! You've taken everything else. I'll pay for dinner. He put a hundred dollar bill in the folder and got up. He said, "Please get the outfit and your bathroom shit out tomorrow. I won't come home until eight. That should give you plenty of time." He turned to me and said, "As of now, we aren't married any more. You want her, she's yours. The rest is just details." He turned and walked away.

We got up a few seconds later and walked out. I didn't say anything. I felt like I'd been run over. I knew Brad felt worse.

The ride to the marina was quiet. Inside the condo they took me to the living room and sat me down on the couch.

They sat on either side of me. Silver spoke first.

"Feel like we hit you with a tsunami?"

I nodded. 

"I'm sorry. The thing is, we've been working on Brad for years and on Jack before that and we're frustrated and …"

"And, you both need to shut up for a minute."

They sat quiet and still. When I was ready I said, "Understand this: Yes you hit me with a tsunami. And another one is coming. I feel badly for Jack and for Brad. They had no life preparation for the two of you. I had Joan and Janice in my life. I have loved then since they were born. I still love them. I want you to love them… Friday night."

They were quiet for a few moments and Silver looked at Sasha and asked, "Is he saying what I think he just said?"

Sasha said, "Roger, please tell us exactly what you're saying."

"Just before Joan's eighteenth birthday I asked her what she wanted as my present to her. She told me not to buy her a present. She wanted me to take her to a spot where I went sometimes to be alone. I made a picnic for us and carried a blanket for her to sit on. I brought a cupcake and a candle. She blew out the candle and said, "I'm eighteen now. I want you to love me. Mom says I'm eighteen but I won't be a woman until I've had sex. I want it to be with you." We made love that day. When Janice turned eighteen she said, "I want you to take me to the same place you took Janice." She pressed six condoms into my pocket. The three of us have been lovers ever since then. They both loved Diane and Diane loved my sisters."

"They'll be here tomorrow night!" Silver said.

"They aren't staying at the motel. They stay here. Ok?" Sasha asked.

"We need to put new sheets on the beds in the morning." Silver said.

"I'll rent a mini-van while they're here. Five in any of our cars to too crowded." I said.

"We can get food delivered and we can cook. Once we get them here we can stay naked and have a great weekend." Sasha said.

"I'll rent the van anyway. Just in case we want to go out for a while."

Sasha climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed. She said, "You said you wouldn't make Brad a cuckold. He divorced me at El Cholo's. Would you, could you, do me in a bed?"

"I would do you on the floor. I would do you by the door. I would, I could, do you anywhere." We kissed again and six hands started unbuttoning buttons, unzipping zippers, and unfastening fasteners. We left a trail of clothes into the bedroom and fell together on the bed.

Silver and I focused on Sasha. We put her between us and she kissed and fondled the right side and I kissed and fondled the right side. When our faces met at Sasha's pussy we took turns licking and nibbling on her lips and inside her tender areas. As Silver licked inside her sister I kissed Silver's neck and my hands played with her pussy and ass.

She moaned into her sister. Her sister just moaned out loud. I worked my way back to Sasha's breasts. 

"Bite me! I came when you bit me earlier. Bit me again, please." I held her areola in between my teeth and bit down just hard enough that when I pulled back I didn't lose her. Her back arched a little and she moaned again. 

My hand snaked down under Silver's chest, found her breast and pinched her nipple. Silver's hand found my cock and began stroking me as she continued to lick Sasha.

When Silver was ready she stopped licking Sasha and said, "Roger, be inside my sister. Love us both." She crawled up and lay on her sister, face to face. Their legs were spread and I positioned myself between their legs and slid into Sasha. They kissed mouth to mouth and their hands embraced each other.

I counted. Ten long, slow strokes deep into Sasha and then I moved up to Silver. Ten strokes inside her and I moved back into Sasha. It wasn't a race. I attempted to prolong the pleasure. I failed, and I was successful. I failed. I didn't last as long as I intended. I succeeded. They both came before I did. When I came I came inside Sasha. She said, "He's cumming inside me! He's the one. I love you Roger. I love you, Silver."

I pulled out before I finished cumming and slid into Silver. She kissed Sasha and said, "He's cumming in me, too. I love you, Roger. I love you, Sasha."

Somehow we woke up before the alarm sounded. I helped them get ready for work. I washed both of them, dried both of them and helped them dress. I had the pleasure of putting their bras on them both. Lots of touching, kissing and playing were included. When they had gone I finished hooking up the stereo, did two loads of wash and changed the sheets on our bed. I put new sheets on the other bed, too. I was calling it Sasha's bed in my head, but realized it was probably the guest bed.

Part way through the morning Joan called. My cell rang. I flipped it open and said, "I love you."

"I love you too, big brother. We're at the airports. According to the big board here my flight is on time. I just talked to Janice and hers leaves in twenty minutes."

"We'll meet you outside baggage claim by the curb. We have a surprise for you both." 

I rented a van for the weekend and drove over to the airport to get it in time to be back home to collect Silver and Sasha. They were nervous. I wasn't. I was terrified. One question went through my mind eight times a minute: 'What if they don't click?'

I was folding the sheets I had washed when they came home. They were talking about their days at work and the latest news from the radio. 'What if they don't click?'

They asked what I thought of governor muscles wanting to cut education funding, again." I said I didn't like it. The first cuts should be to the budget for the legislature. 'What if they don't click?'

"Where are we going for dinner when they get here?" Sasha asked. 

"The Reel Inn." Silver answered. "His sister's like fresh sea food. 

'What if they don't click?'

"We should go!" I said. My head asked three more times before we got in the van. I got us on Lincoln headed south and Silver asked, "Should we be as nervous as you are?"

"I keep asking myself the same question, over and over! What if they don't click?"

Silver leaned to me at the next red light and kissed me. Then she said, "We've already decided, we click. They got you ready for us. How can we ever thank them?"

Sasha was behind me. Her hands started kneading the tense muscles in my shoulders as I drove. We turned onto Century Blvd. headed away from the airport. We were too early. I pulled in to a Carl's Jr. and got a huge diet Coke. We shared.

I pulled back into traffic headed into LAX at five till six. In front of Southwest I pulled to the curb and as I opened my door I saw my sisters. Each pulling a bag small enough to be a carry-on. Janice in a green shirt and Joan in a white halter and both wearing white shorts. Sasha and Silver were out of the van. 

Anyone watching would have believed it was four sisters who hadn't seen each other in years, and a man they all loved. The hugs were full on and the kisses were not pecks. They shared names as we got back inside the van. The door closed and Joan said, "Want to know what I've learned already, big brother?"

"Sure. Look into your crystal ball and tell us what you see." I said.

"They are sisters and they both love you. You have worried that we might not like them. How am I doing so far?"

Silver answered, "You have it! There's more. We moved. Roger and I got out of our apartments and leased a condo in the marina."

"And your sister?" Janice asked.

"Her husband divorced her and she moved in with us."

"When did you move?" Joan asked.

"We started on Wednesday. There are still a few boxes left, but mostly, we're in."

"Are we going to eat or to your new home?"

"Food first."

"I forgot. My brother's driving. Food first." Janice said. "Have you taken a roady with him?"

"A roady?"

"A road trip. Any car trip that lasts over four hours. When you do, bring snacks." Joan said.

"And don't hand him an apple if he's driving. Cut it up and feed him bites." Janice added.

"Keep him well fed and he'll do anything you want him to." Joan said. I glanced in the mirror and saw her wink.

By the time I parked at the Reel Inn they were four sisters. We ordered and found a good place outside on the patio to sit. I sat between Silver and Sasha and Joan and Janice sat across from us. We asked and heard about their flights.

When they called my name all four women got up and told me to hold down the fort. Joan was the first back, with her dinner and mine. She sat next to me. Next back was Silver. She looked at the change and sat across from me. Janice and Sasha came back together. Janice quickly moved to sit next to Silver. Sasha sat beside me.

We made the noises of appreciation as we ate. Then Janice leaned to Silver's ear and whispered something. Silver blushed and giggled while nodding her head. Janice then spoke out loud, "We'll have dessert at home." Then they both giggled some more.

Sasha looked at Silver and said, "Spill!"

"Roger's cock is dessert. Think there's enough for four?"

Joan said, as she squeezed my thigh, "I brought some Viagra, just in case."

I said, "Remember, if this, or any medication, causes an erection that last four or more hours…"

"Thank God!" Janice said. We all laughed. Since the agenda had been established the ladies finished up their dinners. We were about to get up and leave when I heard someone behind me call out, "Pete!"

We all turned and I recognized one of my colleagues from work. Manual Ramirez and his wife and two kids. He stepped to our table and introduced himself, his wife Yolanda, and their two kids, Veronica and Jasmina. It was on me to introduce all of us. I pointed to each lady as I introduced them, beginning with Silver. "This is Silver, my fiancé. Her sister, Sasha. My sisters Janice and Joan." 

Manual shook hands with everyone and said, "I didn't even know you were dating someone."

"I haven't told many people yet, but it's not a secret." His wife congratulated us all. The man in the kitchen called their names and they had to go get their food. We took the opportunity to leave. I was developing a hunger for dessert.

Janice asked Sasha, "Is my brother still a good pussy eater?"

"He's the best man I've ever been eaten by. I think a woman taught him how to do it right."

Joan said, "Nope, not "A" woman. Two of us. And we made sure he got plenty of practice."

"You brought Viagra. Did you bring vitamins too?"

"You all talk like you haven't had any lovin since the eighth grade picnic." I said.

Janice said, "You know my husband. He thinks it's a natural law somewhere that wives don't need orgasms. He loves that you take care of all "that messy stuff" for him. He said to, and I quote, "Take his dick out of your mouth long enough to thank him for me."

Joan said, "My husband asked me this morning if I was wearing panties. He thinks all we do when we're together is stay naked and fornicate. His word. I've told him many times that we do other things, but I don't think he believes me. I'm just grateful we both found men who didn't freak out too much when we told them about us."

"Both of our husbands have invited us, Joan and I, to play together while they watch. Neither wants the other husband there when it happens."

"Men love their fantasies." Sasha said.

"Women have fantasies, too. Really good ones." Janice said.

"There are five of us in the van." Silver said.

Both Janice and Joan looked at Silver. Joan said, "If that means what I think it does, this will be a very fun weekend."

"You know it means we are just like you. We've been eating each other since Sue turned twelve. Excuse me, since Silver turned twelve." Sasha said.

"I started eating pussy and loving my sisters when we were in high school."

"Momma started getting worried about him when he didn't seem interested in the girls at school. We convinced him to date them anyway to make Momma think everything was Ok." Joan said.

"We convinced him by promising he could eat us and we'd suck him after every date." Janice said.

"Living on a three hundred acre farm helped us have some privacy. We still came close to getting caught more than once."

I parked the van and the conversation changed to being about our new home. Silver and Sasha gave my sisters the guided tour and I brought in their bags. I put them in "The Guest Room."

When I came out of The Guest Room I heard giggling. I followed the sound and found all four women in our bedroom. The shorts were off, the blouse and halter off. My two lovers were being undressed by my naked sisters. Janice saw me standing in the doorway and broke her lip lock on Sasha's breast long enough to say, "You can sit down and watch while we get comfortable. Then we'll help get you comfortable."

I sat in the chair. Janice took her time getting Sasha naked. They seemed to like each other a lot. Sasha made noises that let me know she loved what Janice was doing to and with her. 

A few feet away Joan and Silver were exploring the possibilities for intimacy. Silver only had on her bra. Joan was sucking her breast through the shimmering fabric. This wasn't the same bra as before. The first one was a peach color and this one was white. I decided I liked both.

Janice pushed her face into Sasha's pussy and Sasha spread her legs a bit wider to welcome her inside. Janice's hands held Sasha's hips as she munched. I shifted in the chair to accommodate the growing interest I was developing in getting to participate.

Joan noticed my shift and said, "Roger is uncomfortable. Maybe we should undress him so he can be comfortable."

All four women came to me, helped me stand and freed me from all my clothes. When my cock sprang free, Janice and Silver bumped heads attempting to both get it in their mouths. 

They laughed and Silver got me, first. Joan pushed Sasha towards the bed and said, "Roger's comfortable. Let's see what we can do for each other."

The side-by-side sixty-nine seemed practiced and normal for both of them. They positioned themselves on one side of the bed, leaving room for other players on the other half of the bed. Janice said, "If you two side-by-side I can lick Silver for a while."

We made her wish come true. Janice dove into Silver and she peaked so quickly I thought maybe her name should be Quicksilver. When she came she sucked on me like she wanted my cock to reach in deep enough to touch Janice's tongue. I didn't get deep enough but the attempt was worth while. When I was feeling like I was about to cum I pulled Silver's mouth off me. "I want to cum twenty times, but my body won't, so I need to cool off a little."

She kissed my cock good-bye and I got off the bed. Janice stayed with her face buried in Silver's snatch and her butt up. After a few minutes rest I went behind her and slipped into her. She welcomed me by pushing back and moaning into Silver.

"Oh, Roger fucks a lot like Pete used to. Joan, wait till he does you! I love your cock, brother of mine."

When I felt the pressure rise again, I stopped moving and held Janice's hips. 

"God, Roger! I can feel your cock pulse! Nurses should take men's pulses like this."

"I'd pay extra to go to the doctor." I said.

We watched as first Joan then Sasha came. Joan's puss was easiest of the two for me to enter so I moved out of Janice and into Joan. As I pushed in she screamed her way into another orgasm. Sasha used her fingers to massage Joan's clit as I penetrated her. Sasha used her other hand to massage my balls. When the sack began to tighten up, again, she gently tugged on my sack, delaying my orgasm once again.

Eventually, I needed to stop again. When I did Sasha wiggled around and got in position to suck one of my nuts into her mouth. It felt wonderful and helped delay my orgasm again.

When she released my nut she said, "Would you please do me, now?"

I moved out of Joan and around to Sasha. From the size of the wet spot on the comforter I knew we would need to do wash, soon. Joan lifted both of Sasha's legs and held them spread for me. As I aimed my cock at her opening Janice grabbed my shaft and helped it slide into Sasha. Janice let go of it and faced me. We kissed as I stroked in and out of Sasha.

Between kisses she said, "You've done us all. Come in her. Let me suck my brother's cum from his wife!"

Sasha said, "Give me your load deep inside. I want all of it."

I was bottoming at the end of each stroke and watching as Joan put her pussy right above Sasha's mouth. Silver moved to us and sucked on Joan's nipple. Janice moved and captured Joan's other nipple with her mouth. 

In seconds Sasha was shaking with the beginning of her orgasm. Joan was moaning and yelping as three women pushed her towards another orgasm of her own. I held Joan's face in my hands and continued to kiss her.

My nuts tightened up, my back arched, pushing my hips to push my cock in deep and deposit my seed inside Sasha. She came hard, screaming into Joan's pussy. Joan came and flooded Sasha and the bed. 

All four of us collapsed on the bed. A couple of minutes of heavy breathing passed and Silver got up. She opened the sliding glass doors and a warm breeze came in.

"I think it smells like sex in here."

We were quiet again enjoying the warm breeze and the afterglow. I said, "If we could bottle that fragrance we could sell a million bottles to single men all over the world."

Joan said, "We should sell it to the Air Force. They could spray all those war torn cities and all those angry, horney men would throw away their AK-47s and go find pussy."

We relaxed a few more minutes and Janice whispered something to Silver. Silver laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"She made me a bet."

"What bet?"

"I'll tell you in ten minutes."

"Ok. I'll be back. I'm hungry!" As I moved to get off the bed Janice and Silver started laughing.

"Now what?" I asked.

Joan answered, "She bet that within five minutes you'd say you were hungry. She won."

I got up and headed for the kitchen. "I guess I am predictable."

"It's just one of the loveable things we like about you." Silver said.

To sleep five to a bed, even a King size bed, requires that you be really tired and really close friends. We stripped our bed and tossed the linens in the washer. While the wet spot dried, we moved to the other bed. 

We dressed in the morning and went out for breakfast. Sasha directed us to one of her favorite breakfast places. We sat at a round table and mid-way through the meal three women came to our table who were friends of Sasha's. 

She introduced all of us to her friends and then one of them said, "Sasha, can we talk to you outside. It's a little personal."

"I have no secrets from anyone here. What is it?"

The woman looked at all of us, shrugged her shoulders and said, "We saw your husband at a Club last night. He was hitting on anything with tits."

Sasha smiled, "I'm not surprised. He's not my husband any more. If you want him, you can have him."

"Oh! We didn't know. I asked him last night why you weren't with him and he said he wasn't married. I didn't believe him. His finger still has the ring indent, but no ring."




Only Children are the Problem



Sasha held up her hand and said, "Mine too."

Her friend said, "I thought you two were a good match."

Sasha said, "I thought so too, at first."

They moved on and I said, "I thought you were going to say more."

"I almost did. Then I realized how complicated that would potentially make things for all of us. Society isn't quite ready for us."

Silver said, "Especially the only children."

"And fundamentalist Christians." Janice added.

"Amen." We all agreed.

After breakfast we went home. We sat in the living room and talked. While we talked we touched, snuggled and engaged in gentle foreplay for hours. Loving four women who also love each other was pure pleasure for all of us. I was totally comfortable with how the time and affection was shared. Jealousy wasn't there. There was no reason for it to show up.

We ate lunch at home. By dinner we wanted to go out. Neither of my sisters has ever been big on getting all dressed up, so neither brought a fancy dress. I was pretty sure all four could wear each other's clothes. Some might be a little tighter on Joan than she might like and some of Silver's dresses were a little short looking with Sasha's long legs sticking out but we opted for casual and went to Island's. Then we walked down by the marina.

We were home and in bed again by eleven. 

When we took my sisters back to the airport I had spent a large portion of the weekend in bed and I needed a nap. As Joan and Janice walked away from us Sasha said, "You walk funny." My sisters laughed. Our vacations had been planned for October. I was pretty sure this marriage would last.

Yesterday my boss introduced me to the guy I'll be sharing an office with. By the time the introductions were over I felt badly for him. He's an only child.