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Jennifer Was the Beginning

By: Scorpio44



[This is a story about making the best of circumstances that seem to come to us. It includes sex between a man and a woman, two women, a man and two women but no anal. It is about loving more than one person. It includes a bit of incest, a little violence and an automobile accident. No cheating wives, no cheating husbands, and no pets. Please enjoy and then vote and leave a comment. I'd like to know what you think of the story.]



First impressions

When I saw her for the first time I was sitting on a bus bench waiting for my ride to work. It was my first day riding the bus to work. A drunk had totaled my car the day before and I was without wheels for the day. She was walking towards me on the sidewalk. I looked because I heard her heels clacking on the sidewalk. 

What I saw should have dropped my mouth open. My training in my parent's home stopped that from happening. Their training didn't stop my thoughts. The way she walked was what I would call a strut. She was wearing a teal dress that was the picture of summer. It flared out from her small waist and left her legs uncovered from mid-thigh down to the teal high heel sandals clacking on the sidewalk. At her waist the dress held to her waist by a shiny metal belt. Above the belt the dress held close to her body up to her barely covered breasts. Her upper chest was bare, showing a bit of cleavage and three thousand freckles covering all the exposed skin up to her shoulder length strawberry blond hair.

I memorized everything about her as she walked, until I heard another noise. I heard the squeal of car brakes! My vision widened and I saw the M7 BMW climb the curb and head for her! The driver looked scared to death and before I could even yell, the BMW hit her from behind. It was like watching a movie in slow motion. I saw the bumper hit the back of her calves, cut her legs from under her, tossing her up on the bonnet. Her butt hit the junction of the bonnet and the windscreen and that slammed her upper body back and her head hit the top of the windscreen frame. The windscreen shattered and the car slammed into the building next to the sidewalk.

Before thinking, I ran to the car, noticing blood coming from the back of the woman's head and the broken legs hanging beneath the dress. When I was closer I saw that the driver had slammed his head into the steering wheel and was unconscious. Blood was dripping off his nose.

I called 911 and told the operator what had happened. I was told not to touch either person and the EMT's would be there soon. As I hit the end button I heard the loud approach of the EMT van. In seconds they were all over the situation, working on both injured people. About a minute later a police car arrived and two uniformed officers began taping off the scene and interviewing the three people who saw what had happened. I told my story to Officer McMillan and then to a detective in a tweed jacket a while later. I listened as one of the uniforms called in on his radio. The driver was a Thomas Jenkins, 15, and the car he was driving was registered to a Mrs. Estelle Jenkins. The woman in teal was Jennifer Olsen, unmarried, 28, being transported to Harbor UCLA Hospital. 

The interviewing detective wanted to call my boss and get me a paid day off. Since I work for myself it wasn't necessary. He gave me a ride to the station house and videoed my statement. The detective was really a good guy. He called my insurance guy for me and got the agent to get me a car. He took me to the rental agency.

I drove that car to Harbor UCLA Hospital. I said I was Jimmy Olsen, Jennifer's brother. Jimmy was the first name that popped into my head. The receptionist didn't think about Superman or, if she did, she thought I had strange parents. She told me to go up to the third floor and a doctor would come talk to me.

An hour later a doctor in blue scrubs did come see me. He told me my sister had bruised some of her back and butt, broken both legs below the knees, and had a concussion. She had been in surgery and was in recovery. He said she would have a couple nasty scars on her legs but all in all she would fully recover.

As he got up to leave he said I could see her in an hour. A nurse would come get me.

For the hour I thought about what I would say to her. She wasn't my sister. As I thought about what to say to her without her thinking I was some crazy man the hour passed and I found myself following a nurse down the hall to Jennifer's room. The nurse didn't come into the room, she just said, "She's in here," tapped the door and kept walking.

I opened the door and stepped inside. She was half sitting in the bed, meaning it was cranked so she was elevated from her waist up. Her plaster encased legs were elevated with just her toes showing. Everything was white. The pillows, the sheets, the blankets, and the room were white. Her blond hair spread out on the pillow. Her eyes were closed.

I sat in the chair. I kept looking at her, feeling like a peeping tom. I had no business being in her room. I had no idea what I would say when she woke up.

She woke up. She scanned the room and when her eyes met mine she looked at me as if she expected me to be there.

Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper. "I thought it might be you."

"Hi. I know I don't belong here but... here I am. I'm Nick. I told the nurse downstairs I was your brother, Jimmy Olsen. Is there anyone I can notify that you're in the hospital?"

"You mean my husband, boyfriend, brother, mom and dad? No."

"Pardon me for saying it but that's hard to believe."

"Why?"

"I would think someone who looks like you would have a husband or a boyfriend close at hand."

"Oh, I did. I even had a sister, until this morning."

"Oh my God! What happened to her?"

"She was fucked this morning and last night by my boyfriend. Sorry. My ex-boyfriend, Mike."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"So am I but, as someone says, that's water under the bridge. Time to move on."

"Is that where you were going this morning, moving on?"

"No. I was on my way to the harbor so I could drown myself."

"But..."

"But what?"

"Well, you looked so confident as you walked towards me. You looked like someone who has their life together."

"That may be what you saw but that wasn't and isn't me. I have a dress, the heels I was wearing and a purse with about sixty-five dollars in it. Now I have no dress, no heels, twenty pounds of plaster on my legs and the doctor says I need to be off my feet for six to eight weeks." She took a big breath, "My life is shit."

"Where will you go?"

"My sixty-five dollars ought to get me to a dock in San Pedro. The casts ought to help me sink."

"That is not what you're going to do."

"Oh? What am I going to do? Use my sixty-five dollars to rent an apartment, buy food, and live off what's left for the next two months until the casts come off?" Her voice was strained.

"What about your real brother? Or your parents, friends, someone?"

"My parents haven't got anything more than twenty dollars and I can't ask them for anything. They tossed me out years ago. I don't have any other family and no friends. Mike didn't like the way men looked at me so we didn't go out. I worked in the office at his auto repair shop."

"Ok. Enough. I work hard at being positive and your story is bringing me down. I've got a better story."

"I really don't need your story."

"What I have is a story to replace yours. You were hit by a car this morning on your way to a new job. The owner of the car is going to buy you a new wardrobe and pay your hospital bills. The new job begins as soon as you are physically able to start and your new roommate will cover your rent and food until you get your first check."

"Great story. Too bad that's all it is."

"No, it's the truth. I have a business that needs someone to answer phones, do some light typing, the billings and filing. On your behalf I'll negotiate with the owner of the car so she gets you some clothes and pays the hospital bills. I live in a two bedroom condo so you can be my roommate until you start getting paid for working for me."

"I don't even know you."

"I don't know you either. Are you really so anxious to see the bottom of the harbor?"

"No." She closed her eyes and sat quietly for a long time. I stayed. I asked myself why I offered her so much. She was right, I didn't know her. What if she was one of those women who thought nothing of ripping off men for everything they could? If that was what she was, she had an odd way of getting suckers.

It just seemed like the right thing to do. 



Doing the Right Thing

The next day she was discharged from the hospital and I took her to my place. Between offering her a job and getting her into my home I did some preparation so I reduced the risk of being ripped off. I put a limit on outgoing phone calls from my phone to calls within my area code only. I put all my credit card and checking information in the safe at my office. I put clean sheets on the bed in the spare bedroom and on my bed. I cleaned and vacuumed the entire place. I bought food and beverages to stock the kitchen. I bought a woman's robe and a nightgown that were pretty modest.

On the way home from the hospital Jennifer asked if I could stop and get her a couple of things. I asked what she needed, thinking I could tell her I had it at home. She said her period was due and she had nothing to use.

I stopped and got her what she asked for. I bought three boxes. I figured she was going to be off her feet for weeks, might as well be prepared.

At home I carried her into the house and got her comfortable on the couch. I made some tea and we talked. Not about much, just getting to know each other and logistical things about living together. Mobility was going to be a big issue for at least two weeks. Jennifer was to stay off her feet for the two weeks until her next appointment. That made getting to and from a bathroom difficult. We talked about possible solutions and some of the ideas we had were funny enough that we laughed. I said I would carry her to and from the bathroom. She blushed and said I could get a bucket and put kitty litter in it. I said I could move her bed next to the window and she could hang her butt out the window. We laughed at those ideas.

An hour later it was no longer a discussion, it was a need. I picked her up and took her into the bathroom. As I lowered her onto the commode she pulled the hospital gown out of the way. I left her for a couple of minutes until I heard the commode flush. When I came back I brought the nightgown and the robe. I had left the tags on the robe, in case I needed to take it back.

When Jennifer saw the robe she started to cry.

"Jennifer, why are you crying? Have I offended you?"

"I lived with Mike three months and he never bought me anything. He never asked if I needed anything. I've known you three days and you bought me a robe, a nightgown and Tampax."

"So, I did good?"

"Yes! You did good. Now turn around and let me change."

I turned and noticed that I was at the right angle to look in the mirror and watch without her seeing me do it. I could see her body but not her face. She took off the two hospital gowns they let her come home in and I saw lots of bruises and scrapes. I also saw two beautiful breasts. Jennifer was pale and slim with slightly-larger-than-handful sized breasts. What really got me were her nipples. They looked puffy, swollen, and were a beautiful dark pink. My reaction was to begin to harden. I looked away. It wouldn't be right hitting on her when she was pretty defenseless.

I carried her to the couch and we watched TV for a while. She put up with my programs, I think. When I shut it off she said, "Mike didn't have a TV. I heard him say TV was for people who didn't like to fuck."

The memory image of her bruises told me we would have TV for weeks. The bed closest to a bathroom was my bed. I carried her in and put her in it. I told her that if she needed the bathroom to call me. When I got to the door she said, "Nick, can I ask a favor?"

"You can ask."

"If you slept in your own bed you would sleep better and be closer if I needed your help."

"That's true, but what's the favor?" I was smiling. I wanted her to say it.

"It would be a favor to me, if you slept here with me."

"Oh. That. Well, OK. But I have rules. Rule number one, no jumping on the bed."

We both laughed.

"And rule number two?"

"No getting out of bed alone."

"And number three?"

"No secrets."

"OK. I accept."

My clothes came off, except for my underwear, and I got into my bed. My memory went back to the last time someone else had been in my bed. It was a fading memory but still strong enough to provoke a smile. Jennifer reached over and shut off the lamp and we settled in.

I was almost asleep when she spoke. Her voice was barely even a whisper. What she said had me believe she was talking more to herself than to me.

"I am so lost. I can't even get up to pee by myself. This guy offers me a job, a room, and now we're in bed together. My Mother would freak." Her breathing slowed and she twitched twice. She was asleep.

I woke to the soft sound of my name being called.

"Nick. Nick, I need to go."

"OK. Give me a sec." I got up. She turned on the lamp and I picked her up. In the bathroom I helped her sit and she let it go before I could even turn to leave.

"Sorry. I couldn't wait another second."

"I wonder why people think peeing is so private. We all do it. It sounds about the same from men and women."

"Probably because of where it comes out."

"Hmmmm. Done?"

She lifted her arms and I picked her up. I was glad she was so small and light. I put her back in bed and walked around to the other side. I got back in and could feel that the bed was still warm. Jennifer shut off the light and I heard the rustle of cloth. I opened my eyes and saw her drop the nightgown on the floor.

"It doesn't fit?"

"It fits fine for sitting on the couch or lounging in a chair. I've slept better nude since I was eleven and got these." She held her tits in her hands. I wished the light was still on.

"OK. I don't need to take the nightgown back?"

"Nope. I like it. What I like best is that you bought it without me asking for it."

"For a six to eight week convalescence I will need to get a few more. Now that I know what size to get it won't be difficult."

"Please, no more nightgowns. If it's Ok with you, I'd rather wear your t-shirts and be more comfortable."

"Sure?"

"Yes! Now let's sleep." She turned away from me and we both went to sleep.

The next time I woke up the phone was ringing. I sat up and Jennifer picked up the phone and handed it to me. It was my mother.

"You're not at work?" Sometimes my mother is more New York Jew in the way she speaks that anyone I've ever known. The voice tone and inflection are practiced and perfect. That four word sentence is at least a hundred words long.

"After my car was wrecked I needed a couple days."

"And?"

"And I've hired a new woman for the office. She can do the filing, answer the phone, typing and billing."

"What's her name?"

"Jennifer Olson."

"So. A goy."

"It's business, Ma."

"When does she start?"

"It might be a little while."

"You need help now."

"Yes, Ma. She will be in the office as soon as she's able."

"She's sick?"

"No. She was hit by a BMW three days ago."

"The driver was insured?"

"Yes."

"Good! Otherwise she's in debt forever. Who's her doctor?"

"Ma. Enough. You'll meet her. You'll like her. She's nice."

"How old?"

"Ma!"

"OK. You know a mother always worries."

"Ma. I love you. I'll call in a few days."

Jennifer had her hand over her mouth. She heard both sides of the conversation and wanted to laugh.

"Was that for real?"

"I sometimes think Billy Crystal is my brother. I love her, but sometimes..."

"What is she going to do when she finds out your sleeping with a non-Jew?"

"Probably go to confession!"

"Jews don't have confession!" She laughed.

"No. We have guilt! She'll be fine until the wedding. Relax."

"Whoa! You used the word wedding."

"I did. I joked. You aren't my type. You aren't my father's type. If I had a brother you wouldn't be his type either."

"And what is your type?"

"Short. Slightly dumpy. Makes Challah every Friday. Never wears heels."

"Liar! What is Challah?"

"Bread. Jews break it and eat it with dinner on Friday night. I love it."

"I could learn to make it."

"I'll bet you could." I flopped back in bed and lay there next to Jennifer. We were both uncovered to the waist. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her breasts move up and down as she lay next to me.

"Nick isn't a Jewish name."

"Nope. I changed my name while I was in the military. Too many people had trouble saying or spelling the name my parents gave me. Shlomo."

"I like Nick. It sounds like a name a private investigator would have."

"Thanks."

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"Yes. I may not answer, but you can ask."

"When I told you last night that Mike said TV's were for people who don't like to fuck, you didn't even make a mild pass at me."

"You have two legs in casts, bruises all over, a three day old concussion and scrapes. A brute might want to risk hurting you to fuck with you. I'll wait until you are better able to fight me off before I make a pass. I want to throw away the TV. I wanted to throw it away last night."

"OK. I don't think I'll fight you off. I appreciate having some time to mend first."

"I have some things I need to get done today. I'll work it out to be gone no more than three hours so I'm back often enough to help you pee. I want you to promise that wherever you are when I leave you'll still be right there when I get back."

"OK, Boss."

I dressed after a quick shower and asked Jennifer where she wanted to be for the next three hours. She opted for staying in bed.

I went to my office, made and answered calls for two and a half hours and then turned the answering machine on and went home. Jennifer was right where I left her.

"Can we hurry? I need to go."

We made it. As she went I realized I needed to go, too. I carried her back to bed and then I went. She called out, "How come you stay with me and then I don't get to watch?"

"I didn't know you wanted to watch."

"I do."

"Maybe next time. What would you like for lunch?"

"Challah"

"Not today. Second choice?"

"Ham and cheese on rye bread with spicy mustard and a great pickle."

"My mother would plotz!"

"Plotz?"

"Fall over dead, or at least fall over."

"Why?"

"Jews aren't supposed to eat pork or meat and dairy in the same meal."

"I could have the pickle?"

"Ok. A pickle and rye bread sandwich, coming up! You still want the mustard?"

"Wait! I'm not Jewish. Can't I have the whole sandwich?"

I smiled. "I'll go down the street and get you the sandwich. You like chips too?"

"No, thanks. A Diet Coke would be good."

"Right! I'll be back soon."

I was. Twenty minutes door to door. We sat on the bed and ate. When we were finished I took the top sheet, that we had used as a table cloth, and pulled it carefully from the bed. My intention was to take it outside and shake it. When I pulled it off the bed Jennifer made no move to close her legs or hide her treasure. I stopped and looked.

"I'm feeling better today."

"You look better today, too."

I took the sheet out and shook it. When I brought it back Jennifer had taken off my t-shirt and was holding her breasts.

"Could you help me? I want to see how the bruises on my chest are healing. Would you touch them?"

It had been a while since anyone had asked me to touch their tits. I sat on the bed near her and she released her breasts to me. I closely examined the right breast and touched each area of discoloration. She said, "Nope, doesn't hurt," each time. 


Jennifer Was the Beginning



I moved over to the left breast and did the same. Her response was the same. I started to sit back up. Her hand stopped me. I looked into her eyes and she said, "Could you check my nipples too, please?"

I lifted a hand and she grabbed it and shook her head. Her other hand went to the back of my head and pulled my face to her breast. My mouth opened and I touched her nipple with my tongue.

"Nope, doesn't hurt."

I moved my head to her other nipple and her hands both held my head. I kissed her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. She pressed me into her soft breast and I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as would fit. Time was not important for me. She tasted and felt wonderful. As I sucked she responded and her nipple tightened.

After some time and attention were spent on her breasts she said, "There is one other bruise I need you to check. Ok?"

"Lead me to it. I promise to be tender and careful."

She spread her legs and gently moved my head down from her tit towards her pussy.

"When I checked it earlier I found a little hard spot. Could you check it for me? I hope it's OK."

My tongue touched her slit, low.

"That spot?"

"No. A little higher, I think."

I probed between her lips and found her vaginal opening.

"That spot?"

"That spot is wet, not hard."

"Tastes good."

"Thank you. Feels good too, but that's not it."

I sucked one of her inner lips.

"Not it. Feels very good though."

Over the next few minutes I sucked, licked, kissed and probed every part of her delicious pussy, without touching her clit. Her juices flowed and her vagina opened in invitation.

"Go a little higher, please."

My tongue brushed against it, just for a second.

"There! Yes, that's the spot."

Again, I touched it and left it.

"Suck my clit Nick! I want to cum from you kissing my clit!"

I wrapped my lips around her bud and sucked.

"Right there!"

I sucked, released, sucked and released over and over. Jennifer thrashed all over the bed and then suddenly stiffened and stopped breathing. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened but no sound came out. She stayed like that a long time and I started to get worried. 

She took in a sudden deep breath and moaned. Her legs clamped on my head and her hands held my head right where she wanted it. I looked out from between her legs, over her belly and between her tits to watch her face. Her eyes had been closed for a long time.

When she opened them she looked down at me and smiled. She pulled me up across her body to lie next to her. She held my head next to her chest and she softly said, "I may need you to check my bruises often for the next year or so."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"You're my first."

"Your first Jew?"

"No. You are the first man who ever kissed me down there."

"Thank you for the privilege. You are sweet and I'd be happy to do that any time you might like it."

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to check my insides for bruises?"

"Yes! But I don't think you are healed enough for that action yet."

"Then stand next to the bed and feed me your cock. I want your stuff in either my mouth or my pussy. Take your choice."

I stood next to the head of the bed and she bent a little and swallowed my cock. She watched my face as she sucked me in and her tongue explored every part of my cock. I'm not a giant. I've read some stories and the authors must have a strange ruler to measure their cocks at ten inches or more.  My first girl-friend wanted to measure. She used the plastic ruler from her book bag. We were seniors in high school. She announced, "Six and five-eighths inches." 

Jennifer could and did get all of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue created sensations on my cock that I had never felt before. Her hands played with my balls and as my sack started to tighten up she tugged gently and kept my balls from tightening up. What she did felt good and very strange. 

She pulled her head off my cock and said, "You sure you want this and not my cunt?"

"Open your legs."

I helped. The casts were heavy and I held one in each hand. She helped my throbbing to find its way home. Then we bounced together making wet sounds and grunts until I filled her.  I pressed in as deeply as I could get, six and five-eighths inches, and held still as I emptied into her.

She smiled up at me and said, "I don't want to spend hours in the wet spot. Could I have a towel to get the stuff as it comes out?"

I lowered her legs and dropped to my belly between them. I lifted her casts onto my back and stuck my face into her slit.

"Oh my God! You're eating your own cum from my cunt! Men don't do that!"

I didn't argue, I just kept doing it. I'd never done it before, never thought about doing it, but I liked it. She did too. Before I quit, she came again.

There was no wet spot. There were no internal bruises either. I held her in my arms and we both napped.

When I woke up she was looking at me.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself."

"I like watching you sleep. It was all I could do to not kiss you."

"We can kiss now and not wake me."

We did. The kisses stopped and Jennifer said, "I've thought about the job you offered. Could we get a phone hook up here for your office number?"

"I think so."

"Then I can make and take calls for you freeing you to do whatever it is you do. If you have a computer I can sit at a computer and do typing for you and take care of your books. I don't need to walk to do any of that."

I spent the next day getting a handicapped office set up in my bedroom. I got a chair that Jennifer could transfer into from the bed, a cheap desk, moved my home computer to it, and had the phone company tell us how to have the office phone ring in both places. 

Jennifer took over as my office manager/secretary/girl Friday the next morning. I had a cell phone and our plan was that she would answer all calls. If it was a call I needed to take she would dial my cell and let it ring twice. If she needed to speak to me she let it ring three times.

I got to the office and started doing the neglected reports and things. The phone rang and I jerked to answer and it didn't ring again.  Forty minutes later it rang again and less than a minute later my cell rang twice. I picked up the office phone and said, "This is Nick."

The client complimented me on my new secretary. We handled our business and he hung up. I called my own phone from my cell. Jennifer answered on the first ring.

"Nick Levy and Associates. May I help you?"

"Yes. I'd like you to know my customer likes my new secretary. You're good for business."

"Thanks. So far I like working for you."

"And just what is it you like about working for me?"

"Well, for one thing I get to work naked if I want. For another, I like the way the boss chews me out." We both laughed.

We both went back to work. At lunch I brought her a deli sandwich and a pickle. I went back to my office and made a lot of progress getting back to where I was before my car accident. Jennifer handling the calls helped a lot.

At five o'clock the cell phone rang.

"This is Nick," I answered.

"It's time for you to lock the door and come home."

"What would you like for dinner?"

"What I'd really like is you, inside me. Then, a salad. I need to be careful or I'm going to gain weight. I'm not getting enough exercise."

"OK. I'll stop on the way home and get a salad for us."

On the drive home I wondered how many secretaries said that what they wanted for dinner was their boss, inside them. Probably more than I had ever considered.

Meeting her ex.

On Friday of that week I got my car back. The insurance paid for most of the repairs and I paid for a little. My last errand in the rental was to Mike's Auto Body. There was a woman working in the office who looked a lot like Jennifer. I asked to speak to Mike and she called him to the office.

He was exactly the guy someone would call if they needed a picture of a biker. A bandana on his shaved head, big moustache, tattoos on his neck and both arms, wearing a very dirty torn tank top with the Harley logo on it and black Levis. 

"Can I help you?" He stopped a few feet inside the office. 

"Yes, I think you can. I've been hired to bring this letter to you." I held out the envelope.

"Is this some notice you're suing me or something?" He didn't reach for the envelope.

"No. A Miss Olsen is asking that her clothes and personal items be boxed and that I pick them up from you, for her, as soon as possible."

"And why doesn't she come ask for them herself?"

"She was in a bad car accident and sustained injuries that will have her off her feet for some weeks."

The girl behind the desk stood up. "How bad was she hurt?"

"I can't say for certain, but I know she was in the hospital for days."

"Is she still in the hospital?"

"No. I was told she was staying with a friend until she can get back on her feet."

"Wait a minute." Mike said, "She doesn't have a car."

"She was hit by a car as she was walking along the sidewalk."

"And, who are you?"

"I was hired by Miss Olsen's lawyer to assist her with a few loose ends while she heals."

His reaction to the word lawyer was to stand taller and take the envelope. He read it and handed it to the young woman.

"You wanna wait while she gets Jennifer's stuff for you?"

"How long would that take?"

She answered, "Ten minutes tops. Mike lives just a block away."

"Ok, I'll wait. Do you want me to drive you there? That way we can load her things right into my car."

She grabbed her purse, stood, tugged her skirt down and we walked out to my car. In the one block she didn't say anything except how to get to Mike's and where to park. I followed her into the apartment. Against one wall of the bedroom were four cardboard boxes. All of Jennifer's things were in the boxes. I carried three of the boxes and she carried one. Back in the car she asked how she could contact her sister.

"When our business is concluded I have an envelope for you from your sister." 

She wanted it right then but I said we were not finished with business yet. I parked in from of the shop and Mike came out as the young woman got out of my car. I got out as well.

"Did you give him all the boxes?"

"Yes, Mike."

He looked at me and said, "So, we're done?"

"Not quite. There is the matter of her final pay. In the letter I gave you it specifies that she worked eight days between her last paycheck and when she was in the accident. I can wait while you write her a check."

Mike turned to the young woman and said, "Cut her a check. Bring it to me and I'll sign it." He looked at me and asked, "Then will we be done?"

"Yes."

Jennifer's sister cut the check and Mike signed it. She brought it to me and I looked at it. $682 net. I put it in my jacket pocket and took out the envelope for her. Handwritten on the front was her name: Allison.

As she opened it I got in my car, started it and watched as she unfolded the piece of paper. I knew what it said. It said, "Allison, You fucked Mike and I saw you. I no longer have a sister. I no longer will recognize you if I see you." It was signed. 

She looked up at me and I said, "I hope Mike was worth it. That must have been a great fuck. If he'd be in relationship with Jennifer and fucked you, what makes you think he won't fuck the next available pussy?" I backed up and then pulled onto the street and drove away.

I took the boxes home and put them in our apartment. Jennifer was on the phone and smiled and waved as I brought the boxes in. I wrote a note telling her I was returning the car and would be back in an hour. As I dropped the note on her desk, I also dropped her paycheck from Mike.

An hour later I was back and she needed to be carried to the bathroom. As she went she said that her sister had given her a pay raise. Mike had been paying her thirteen dollars an hour and when Allison paid her she paid her fifteen an hour. She wanted all the details of my visit. I gave her all the details.

Our lives worked into a routine pretty quickly. Jennifer found out she could roll her chair into the bathroom and take care of any emergency without me needing to come home as often. She quickly learned my billing procedures and enough about my business to answer some questions from clients. 

Freedom of Movement

At the two week check-up she got new casts and was allowed to walk limited distances. When we got ready for the check-up we discovered she didn't have very nice clothes in the boxes. Allison had kept some of her nicer things and given her some not-so-nice things that had been Allison's. I put her on the computer and let her order some things from the internet.

In the fifth week after the accident Jenn got her casts off. She talked about getting more exercise. She talked about leaving the apartment where she had been cooped up for over a month.

I was out working the next day and stopped for lunch. As I ate I saw Mike and Allison enter the restaurant. They saw me and walked over.

"Aren't you the guy who came to get Jennifer's stuff?" Mike asked.

"Yes."

"I want to see her."

"We want to see her." Allison added.

"I can't help you. I delivered her boxes and check as I was hired to do."

"You delivered them to her?"

"No. To a third party. Her lawyer."

Mike grimaced at the word lawyer. He didn't like lawyers.

"Can you get a message to her?"

"I could give a message to her lawyer."

"Have him tell her she's still my woman."

"How's that?"

"She thinks she can just leave me? She's wrong. No one leaves me. When I find her, she's coming home with me."

Allison looked scared and surprised.

"Isn't she your woman?" I asked, pointing at Allison.

"Yup! And so is her sister. And, trust me, I'll find her." They turned and walked to another table. Somehow I didn't have an appetite any longer. I left and went back to my office. Three hours later I went home.

Going home used to be because I couldn't think of somewhere else to go. I was going home every day because I wanted to be with Jennifer. Not only had we stopped watching TV but I really enjoyed being with her, as a person.

When I walked in Jenn was at her desk, naked. She smiled at me and held up one finger. She had a headset on, connected to the phone, so I figured she was on the phone with a client.  I waited.

"Yes, Mrs. Levy. I will give him your message as soon as I speak to him. I expect him to call me within the hour."

"Yes, Mrs. Levy. I have your number written right here. Thank you for saying that." She paused. "I hope so too." Another pause. "Good-bye, Mrs. Levy."

She stood up, pulled off the headset and walked to me. I loved watching her move, so I just watched. When she arrived we kissed and I held her ass in my hands.

Without letting go she asked, "How was your day?"

"I saw Allison and Mike today." She wanted the instant replay. I did my best.

"I'm not his property! The nerve!"

"Is he a man who could easily be violent?"

"The night we met he hospitalized two guys in a bar. They looked at me and he didn't like it."

"And you went home with him?"

"He didn't exactly give me a choice."

"Oh."

We were quiet for a while, thinking. I worried about what he might do to both of us. I don't like hospitals. During dinner we talked about the danger. I learned that Mike hated the beach. He had been raised in Iowa and the sight of the ocean just made him uncomfortable. Since Jenn needed to start getting exercise we drove down to the beach and walked on the sand together. As we walked we worked out a plan for our protection.

At home we showered together and got ready for bed. Jenn's bruises were gone. We stood by the bed and kissed. Suddenly she pulled back and said, "Your mother wanted you to call her! She said it was important!"

I kissed her and picked up the phone. Speed dial number one and on the second ring Ma answered.

"I just got your message, Ma. What's up?"

"I want to meet your secretary. I talk to her on the phone and she has no face. Bring her for dinner."

"Ok, Ma. When?"

"Tomorrow."

"What time?"

"Not late. You know if I eat late I'll be up all night with the rumbling. We need to eat early."

"Ma. Just tell me what time. We'll be there."

"I don't want you should miss part of your work day just to see an old lady. Can you be here at 5:30?"

"5:30. We'll be there at 5:30. Would you like us to take you to Juniors Deli?"

"You don't like my cooking?"

"I love your cooking. I thought maybe we could eat at Junior's and talk without needing to cook, do dishes, just enjoy."

"Then pick me up at 5:15. Does this secretary wear revealing clothes?"

"Her name is Jennifer, Ma. She doesn't dress like a streetwalker. She's nice."

"Some women today. They dress like being naked in public is a good thing. That's all I'm saying."

"Ma. Jennifer will dress in nice clothes. The rabbi can join us for dinner and you won't be embarrassed."

"You want me to invite the rabbi?"

"No, Ma. We want to have dinner with you."

"So, be here at 5:15. I'll be waiting."

After the phone was back on the desk I looked at Jenn and said, "You must wear long pants and a trench coat when we go for dinner tomorrow. Oh, and a turtleneck sweater under the trench coat."

"Ma wants me to be completely covered?"

"She's old fashioned. Ok?"

"Sure. She won't like me anyway. I'm a goy."

"She'll say she wishes you were Jewish. She'll also love you when she sees I'm happy."

"Where were we?"

"Let's see. We had dinner. I called Ma. Oh, I know. I was about to have dessert."

As I pushed her onto her back on the bed she looked at me and said, "Am I your dessert?"

"Yes! I'm very hungry so open your legs and let the feasting begin."

My face seemed always to fit into her pussy perfectly. I wondered while I licked her and sucked on her lips if someone made a snorkel that would allow me to eat her for hours without needing to pull back in order to breathe. Since I hadn't invented the proper snorkel yet, I needed to pull back fairly often to breathe.

Jenn was small enough that while I ate her my hands easily reached her breasts. She liked having her nipples pulled and twisted. She liked me to squeeze her entire breast and twist. There was a fine line between just enough pressure and twist to turn her crazy and too much, which hurt enough to stop the action.

When Jenn went over the edge and her orgasm took her, I loved watching, listening and hearing her. I felt powerful! I did that. I gave that to her. In the five weeks we had been together I was sure she had fifty or more orgasms. I loved eating her. I loved being inside her. I loved being in her pussy or her mouth. Both were magical.

When she was wearing casts our mobility and choices of positions for sex were a little limited. Now that she was barefoot she wanted to see how every position she or I could devise felt.

We enjoyed sex in the bathroom, in the shower, with her perched on the edge of the sink. We moved into the living room and the couch, the chair, the table where the TV used to be, the floor, and right in front of our front window all were scenes of our adventures. We did it on the kitchen table, her on her back, me on my back being ridden by a cowgirl, in each of the chairs, on the kitchen counter. We attempted the kitchen sink but that didn't work. I was almost injured.

At 10:30 the next morning I was walking to my 10:45 appointment when my cell rang.

"Honey, I have an idea."

"It is?"

"I think we should both take a self defense class. It would be good exercise and it could save us if Mike ever shows up."

"Good idea! Do some research and see what you can find near us."

As we drove over to pick up my mother Jenn explained about the class she wanted us to take. They gave a couple's discount. We could go as fast or as slow as we wanted. One class a week, two, or five. It wasn't about getting a black belt. It was about protecting ourselves.




Jennifer Was the Beginning



Dinner with Ma was something I wish I had a tape of. Jenn turned on all the charm. She asked good questions of Ma and answered all Ma's questions. When the evening was over and I kissed Ma at her front door she whispered, "Don't screw this up!"

Jenn and I laughed all the way home. We had dinner with Ma every Thursday evening from that night on. We took self defense classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The instructors said we were doing well.

After a month I had lost ten pounds and I felt good. Jenn said she had lost four pounds and she said the strength was back in her legs.

Mike, again

On Memorial Day weekend a friend of mine called and invited us to a memorial service and party. His Dad had died during VietNam and we would be going to the veteran's cemetery and then back to his place for a party. 

We followed Jack and his wife Carol to the cemetery. Jack brought flowers and we put them at his Dad's grave. When we turned to go back to the car I saw Mike and Allison. Allison was pregnant. Mike was clean and dressed in slacks and sport shirt. He was headed for us.

"Jenn. Mike's here."

She turned and looked. When she saw him she said, "Carol you and Jack need to get away from us. This isn't going to be nice." Carol grabbed Jack and they moved towards their car. When they got to the car Carol called the police on her cell. Mike ignored them both.

"You don't know where she is? Looks to me like you do!"

"Yes, I do. She's with me."

"She's coming with me! Wanna stop me from taking her?"

"If I have to. I don't want to fight you, but Jenn is not your property. I will fight you if that's what it takes."

Looking past him I saw a black and white police car headed in our direction. I held my hands out from my body, no aggressive body language from me.

"You piss ant! You can't stop me from doing anything I want! I'll knock you on your ass and take her with me!"

"Then, do your best." I said. I didn't feel that confident but I figured the police would stop him before he killed me. He took three steps and swung his big fist at me. I moved so he would miss and he almost did. He hit my face a glancing blow, enough to almost knock me down. When he turned to swing at me again he didn't even see the police. He swung again and I kicked at his leg. The kick connected and dropped him to the ground. He started to get up and slipped on the grass. His leg hung past the curb out into the street. Jenn ran to him and before he could get up she jumped up and landed on the inside of his knee.

The leg snapped and Jenn was standing on the lower leg. From the knee up his leg was still up on the curb. Mike screamed, "You broke my fucking leg you bitch! I'll kill you! You both are dead!"

"You've hit me for the last time!" Jenn yelled and then she slapped Mike in the face. He lunged at her and tore his leg open more. Blood squirted and he passed out.

One officer wrapped a belt around his leg to slow the bleeding and the other officer called for an ambulance. We waited. When the ambulance hauled him off the police took our statements. Allison slowly approached us and quietly said, "Mike raped me the day you saw us in bed. Mike wanted both of us as his slaves."

The officer didn't speak, he took notes as Allison and Jenn talked. When he left Jenn and Allison were crying and hugging. I walked to Carol and Jack and told them we wouldn't be going to the party. They wished us well and left.

I took both sisters home that day. I gave them lots of room and time. They needed to talk. As evening approached they found me sitting on our front steps. They both looked about cried out. 

Nick, can we talk to you?"

"Sure." I stood up. "Inside?"

We went back inside. They sat on the couch and I sat in the chair.

"We talked it through. Allison wasn't trying to take Mike. Mike captured her and raped her. I misunderstood. She couldn't run away or even tell you because she was so afraid of Mike."

"What now?"

"That's what we need to talk to you about. Allison doesn't want to go back to him. She's afraid of him."

"He's going to be in a hospital for a while. You broke his leg bad. He may limp for the rest of his life."

"Can she stay with us, tonight?" Jenn's eyes were puffy. They both had been crying for hours. I knew I couldn't say no. What I said was, "Let's go get her stuff."

We drove to Mike's place and as we entered Jenn asked, "Enough stuff for tonight or...?"

"All her stuff," was all I said. They hugged each other and loaded everything in the car. On the way back we stopped and had a nice dinner. 

"Allison, when are you due?" I asked.

"May twenty-third."

"Have you been seeing a doctor regularly?"

"Twice. Once when I missed my second period and once at four months."

"Did you like that doctor?"

"Mike took me to the Free Clinic. I saw two different doctors."

"What do you want to do with the baby once it arrives?"

"I don't want it. Mike only wanted me pregnant so he could prove he was man enough to start a kid. He said after it was born he wanted to give it away for adoption." She paused, looked at me and said, "What he said, exactly, was that he wanted to sell the kid and start another one."

"We have some time before we need to actually do anything other than take care of your health. We'll do that starting tomorrow. Right now I need to make a phone call."

They stayed in the living room. I went into the bedroom and called Carol and Jack. I got Carol. I told her the situation and asked if she recommended an ob/gyn. She gave me name and phone number for her doctor. I wrote it down and gave the paper to Jenn.

"Call this doctor and get us an appointment as soon as you can. We are taking care of your sister from now on."

Jenn made tea and the two sat and talked. I showered and went to bed. It had been a stressful day.

When the alarm went off I rolled to shut it off and bumped into Allison. My eyes opened and Jenn said, "Good morning." She was behind me. I was the meat in a sandwich. My face was two inches from Allison's. She smiled and said, "You're easy to sleep with."

"Thanks. You must be easy too."

She turned and got out of the bed. "I need to go," she said as she headed for the bathroom. I got to see all of her. Breasts a lot like Jenn's except the nipples and areola were darker. Good skin, a little belly, a cute ass and nice legs. When the bathroom door closed Jenn said, "Thank you."

"For?"

"For being nice to both of us. A lot nicer than anyone else has been."

"You, I know and trust. If you say she's Ok, I can go with that. She obviously needs some help."

Allison came out of the bathroom and stopped halfway to the bed. She suddenly realized she was nude and I was looking.

"I guess I'm a little late with thinking about modesty."

"A little. It's Ok. I don't know about Jenn right now, but I always sleep nude and I need to go too." I tossed the covers away and stood up. Allison checked me out as I passed her and said, "Nice."

By the time I got dressed and headed for work Jenn was at her desk and Allison was sipping tea on the couch. It was nice being kissed good-bye by both of them.

At about ten my cell rang. 

"Nick."

It was Jenn. "We have an appointment at two. You need to be here by one-thirty so we won't be late. Lt. Cower wants you to call him at the precinct." She gave me his number. I called.

Mike was being arraigned on charges of attempted murder, kidnapping, assault and something else I didn't catch. We would be required to testify when the case got to court. His bail had been set at a hundred thousand dollars. He was in the jail ward of the hospital. I was right, he would limp for the rest of his life.

I called Jenn and told them the news. After those calls I called another friend and asked her to find us another home. My one bedroom apartment was no longer big enough for three and a third people.

Moving

At one-thirty I opened the door to our apartment and both women were standing by the door with tears on their faces.

"Now what?" I asked.

"You are our hero." Jenn said.

"I can't be. You beat Mike up, not me."

"Janice called. She gave us five places to go look at. We're moving so we have room for all of us."

"Oh, that." I smiled. We called Janice back and arranged to meet her at the first place at four. Then we went to the doctor and had Allison checked. I stayed in the waiting room.

Half an hour after they went in the back a nurse asked me to follow her. She took me to the small room where the doc, Jenn and Allison were. All were smiling.

"Allison and her baby are doing fine. The due date does look like the third week of May. I've given her prescriptions for vitamins and exercise. I wanted to meet you and thank you for taking her in."

"She's family."

"Still. What you're doing is generous and not everyone would do it."

"How often do you want her back?" I asked.

Jenn answered: "We have the next three appointments scheduled. I will put them on the calendar when we get home."

I nodded, the doctor left and Allison finished getting dressed. We stopped in Venice and had a late lunch by the beach and then met Janice at the house she wanted us to see. It was not at the beach but nearby in Culver City. As we got closer and closer I liked the neighborhood and the way the houses were looking cared for.

The house had a small front yard, maybe fifteen feet between the sidewalk and the front porch, lots of landscaping, bushes and flowers. The house itself was a Spanish style two story house. Janice met us at the front door.

As we entered she rattled off all the statistics.  Twenty-two hundred square feet, four bedrooms, a detached garage in back, two and a half baths, and on the list went. We looked. Jenn told me the kitchen was great. Allison pointed out that there were big closets and lots of windows. I noticed lots of electrical outlets, the water had good pressure when I turned it on, and the floors were hardwood. I liked it but wasn't sold until I looked out a back window into the back yard. The back yard was big, and had a built in hot tub. On my way, looking for the back door, I noticed a laundry room pantry. Once I went out the back door I was ready to sign the deal. An eight foot privacy fence surrounded the back yard. The house and yard were situated so the back yard got lots of afternoon sun. The hot tub was near the house under a patio roof that could be retracted. I went back inside and sat down with Janice.  

Half an hour later most of the paperwork was done. Suddenly Janice sat up straighter and said, "There's something about the house I forgot to show you!" She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. Jenn and Allison followed.

Upstairs, next to the bathroom at the back of the house Janice opened a door. She stepped out onto a very small balcony. To her right a small flight of stairs went up to the flat roof. She climbed and I followed. When I could see onto the roof I was pleasantly surprised. The previous owner had built a deck over the roof. The deck was about fifteen feet square and had four chaise lounges and two small tables on it.

I looked around and saw that since no other houses were two story any where near our house the deck was very private. I realized I had already started calling it "our house."

Jenn and Allison made it to the roof and both said things about the privacy and the view. 

We went back down and finished the paperwork. Janice handed us the keys and we went home to begin packing. Jenn and Allison bubbled and giggled most of the way home.

I called a small moving company and arranged for them to load, transport and unload our stuff. I signed the papers on Thursday for the house. The movers would be there on Monday. I made calls and transferred the utilities beginning immediately. Because I had already been a good customer for ten years the transfer was almost easy. I started phone service so that the phone would ring at my office, our condo and at the new house.

On Friday, I rented a pick up truck and moved the office from the apartment to the new house. Allison and Jenn spent the day packing boxes. That night we slept well in the queen sized bed, more because we were all really tired than any other reason. 

Saturday after a good breakfast I asked them to dress for walking and we went shopping. I had thought we would get a bed and new linens, maybe some curtains or curtain material. I was off. We ordered a king sized bed to be delivered at four that afternoon. We bought sheets, pillows, blankets and rugs. We stopped at a home center and bought a tape measure. Then we went to the house. 

Allison made notes. Jenn measured the windows for curtains. They also discussed what kind of curtains or drapes or blinds for each of the many windows. They were nice enough to ask my opinion once in a while and when they asked they acted like they listened. All the walls in the house were white. They decided they could stay white for months, if not forever.

At four we were surprised by the bed delivery. Neither woman had noticed time passing. I used the delivery as a good excuse to order some food delivered. I was starving.

We had a picnic up on the deck with pizza, diet Coke and iced tea. As we ate Jenn dropped a piece of meat from her pizza onto her white pants. It didn't leave a mark but she worried that another spill might, so she took off her pants.

Allison asked if she thought nothing could damage the blouse. Off came the blouse. Jenn sat back down in just her bra and panties. Allison put her pizza on the lid of the pizza box, stood and skinned down to skin. She sat, picked up the pizza again and said, "Now I don't need to worry about a spill."

So far I had seen Allison nude every day. I'd had her sleeping in the same bed with us, all three of us nude, but no overt sexual touching had happened.

"If you do spill let me know. I love pizza and I'll clean up any spill on you with my mouth."

Allison took a bite, looking right at me and as she pulled the pizza from her mouth a piece of cheese fell to her breast. It stayed. She looked at the cheese, at Jenn, at me and back to the cheese.

Jenn laughed and said, "Clean up on aisle six. Clean up on aisle six."

I got up, walked to Allison and knelt next to her chaise lounge. I bent to the task and engulfed her spilled cheese and a good part of her breast in my mouth. I acted like it took lots of effort to get the cheese off her breast. It came off easily. When I drew back I glanced over at Jenn. 

She was nude and had a piece of pepperoni right at the top of her pussy. Her smile was broken when she said, "Oh my, I think I spilled too. We need another clean up on the pussy aisle."

I moved to her and spent just enough time cleaning her to create an orgasm for her.

Allison said, "Please Sir, may I have one of those?"

She was on her back, legs spread wide and I could see the sparkle of sunlight hitting her wetness.

"You're both Ok with this?" I asked.

"We've wondered why you haven't had Allison already."

"Does it matter, now that she's offered and you are Ok with us having sex? I just didn't want to complicate our lives."

"Please Sir, complicate my life. Start with the tongue I've heard so much about and then fill me up with your cock. OK?"

Eating Allison was easy on our new deck. As I ate her Jenn undressed me. She sucked me for a while then she surprised me by straddling her sister's face and lowering her pussy to Allison's lips. We tried to stay quiet and I think we were successful. No helicopters flew near us. When Allison came I moved up and quickly pumped my cock inside her. She was very tight, very wet and moaned as I entered. Jenn watched my hard member enter her sister. As I bottomed out into Allison Jenn grabbed my shoulders, shuddered and came. I kissed her mouth and held her hips. Allison's legs were up and between Jenn and I. 

Allison shook and screamed into her sister's pussy. I pounded into her and just as I felt my load head into her I suddenly thought, "No rubber!" Half a second later I thought, "It's Ok. She's already pregnant!" I pushed in as far as I could and said, "I hope your baby likes showers."

Both women started laughing. I joined them. We kissed, laughed, cleaned up some and finished lunch. We finished lunch at almost six in the evening. It was starting to get dark. We dressed and went down into the house.

By nine that night we had made the new bed, hung temporary curtains in the master bedroom and a towel over the window in the master bath. We spent the night in our new home. Jenn wanted some extra attention in our new bed. I gave her all the attention I could. In the middle of the night I got up to use the bathroom and when I came back Allison requested some attention as well. I am a generous man, believe in equal opportunity and all that, so I ate her and slowly filled her puss with all the juices I had left.

There wasn't even a refrigerator in the house so breakfast was at the nearest IHOP. The rest of the day was busy getting curtains, drapes and blinds handled. For privacy reasons I covered the windows with a film that allowed light in without allowing clean vision of the inside of the house.  After that nudity was the uniform inside the house.

During the day I made three trips to B&B Hardware. New shower heads for the bathrooms. New toilet seats. New front and back door locks. Sunday evening we were back at the apartment. We stayed up late making sure everything was ready for the movers in the morning.

At nine Monday morning the movers were almost half loaded. The phone rang and Jenn answered. She looked at me and mouthed, "It's your Momma."

I nodded and she said, "Just one moment."

As I reached for the phone I realized Ma didn't know about Allison, the new house or that today was moving day.

"Ma. Are you sitting down?"

"Yes! Did someone die?"

"No, Ma. I have some news. Good news."

"Good news is why you haven't called in a week and why we didn't have dinner Thursday night?"

"Ma. I'm sorry We've been busy and didn't want to trouble you."

"So now you're a we?"

"Yes, Ma. Now we are a we. You can't fool me, you knew we would be a we."

"Yes, mothers know these things."

"So, since you know, I didn't need to tell you."

"It's not good to keep secrets from your mother. So, what is your good news, that you are stupping this Jennifer?"

"No Ma. I cancelled the lease on this little condo and we're moving into a nice house. I got such a good deal on the new place I would need to be crazy to stay here."

"And how good a deal?"

"The condo has less than one thousand square feet for twelve hundred a month and the house has twenty-two hundred for fourteen hundred."

"And do the new neighbors speak English? Are you now living at the airport?"

"The neighborhood is well cared for. The airport is not in Culver City."

"And when do I get to see the new house?"

"How about dinner on Saturday? That way we can get moved in, clean up the dust from the movers and make a nice dinner."

"So, another week I don't see you? It's Ok. Children do that. They grow up and move away and forget their Mothers." I wanted to laugh, but I didn't.

"I have an idea! How about you and I have lunch on Wednesday?"

"You would stop work? What, you've lost the good sense I gave you? I will wait until Saturday. Now, I have to go, I'm expecting a visitor." It was three minutes until the news came on TV. Momma never misses the news. We hung up.

Jenn looked at me and said, "Momma doesn't know about Allison."



Meeting Sadie

"Right. Saturday she's coming for dinner. It could be exciting."

Allison had heard us and she came into the room and said, "I could go to a movie or something while she's here, if I'm a problem."

"No." I said. "You are not a problem. It has been years since I even dated and now Momma is loving that I'm living with Jenn. She will make noises and be worried about what the rabbi will think that I'm living with two women."




Jennifer Was the Beginning



"One of which is pregnant." Allison touched her belly.

"She'll be Ok. I give her an hour of being with the two of you and her heart will melt. That and some Challah."

"Challah?" Allison asked.

Jenn explained about Challah. The movers had finished packing and were getting ready to leave. We locked up and followed them out to my car and their truck. 

On the ride to the new house Allison asked, "What will we make for dinner?"

"I have an idea. Jenn use the cell and call 310, 555-1122."

"Who is it?" She asked as she dialed. I reached for the phone and said, "My sister."

"Hello?" Sadie answered.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for my sister."

"Nick! So, you wait six months to remember you have a sister?"

"No. I remembered. I just wanted to wait until I had good news before I called."

"Oh. So Jennifer wasn't good news?"

"Momma told you about her?"

"No, asshole. I read about it in the Times. Of course Ma told me. She likes her. Do I ever get to meet her?"

"Sadie, we're moving. Get a pen and write down our new address, Ok?"

"We? You live together?"

"Yes. Do you have the paper?"

"I have it."

I gave her the address and let her know the phone stayed the same. Then I asked, "Are you willing to help us?"

"How?"

"First, I want you to come and meet Jenn and see our new home. Then, I want your advice on dinner with Ma on Saturday night."

"Am I invited?"

"Actually I want to ask you to help us make the dinner and be here to help us eat it too."

"What do you want to make?"

"Brisket, with onions. Maybe some vegetables. And Challah."

"Ma likes my brisket."

"So does everyone who has ever tasted it. I don't like it. I love it. It has been way to long since we had any and I was thinking this would be a good time for all of us to be together."

"Ok. Enough. God. Sometimes you sound like Daddy. I'll do it already. I need to see your kitchen."

"You have the address. We'll be here all day moving in."

"Do you have food?"

"Jenn will go to the market after we hook up the refrigerator."

"I'll bring lunch."

"I have one more person here helping us move."

"Ok. Are they kosher?"

"No."

"See you in an hour." The phone clicked and she was gone.

"Nick, she doesn't know about Allison."

"She will and she'll know this is right. She loves me and she will see I'm happy, I'm thinner and more muscled than I was and she'll see the two women in my life are beautiful. Stop worrying. That's Ma's job."

"If you say so."

Allison had been listening. She joined us in the living room and said, "I could go to a movie."

"No, you can't. I don't need to tell Sadie I love you both. She'll see it. We will need to tell her about Mike and the rape. We can do that over dinner. Now, lets get things a little more organized before she walks through the front door. By the way, she won't knock."

"You love us both?" Allison asked. I nodded like it was obvious and then

I went to the kitchen and got the refrigerator hooked up and, at Jenn's instruction, began putting dishes and things away. Allison stocked both bathrooms and then went into the living room to get the rugs we bought for the bathrooms.

The door opened and Sadie walked in. She held a big carry-out bag in each hand and used her foot to swing the door closed. Then she looked up and said, "Jesus! You're pregnant!"

"Yes. I'm Allison. You must be Sadie. Can I help with those bags?"

"Allison? You're not Jennifer?"

"No. Jenn is my sister." She faced towards the kitchen and said, loudly, "Sadie is here!" In a few seconds Jenn came into the living room from one door and I came in from the other. I hugged Sadie and took the bags. As we walked to the kitchen I introduced everyone.

We spread the Chinese food on our dining table and sat to enjoy the food.

Sadie opened the conversation. "I was a little shocked when I first saw Allison, I have to admit. I was expecting a blond girl from Scandinavia."

"Sorry. I was born in the San Fernando Valley. Never been out of California in my life."

"Sadie, Allison and Jenn are sisters. Allison was raped a few months ago and the baby is the result. She lost her job. Since I am who I am and was already in love with Jenn, we took her in. Now, we needed a bigger house so here we are."

Sadie looked at Allison and said, "I hope you got the bastard arrested!"

"We did. He tried to assault Jenn and Nick and they whipped his ass! He went to the hospital under arrest."

"Good! I hope he stays in prison for a very long time." She took a bite of egg roll and stopped chewing. "Nick and Jenn whipped his ass?"

Allison smiled and said, "They have been taking self-defense classes and they were ready. They are my heros."

"Wow! Little brother, I didn't know."

"Jenn actually did the most. I just got him to fall. She fixed him so he couldn't get back up."

"I broke his knee."

"Damn! I sorta wish I had watched."

The conversation turned to the dinner for our Momma. Sadie asked if we had this, and that and three other things I didn't know. Jenn did. Allison made a note about what we needed to buy before Sadie started cooking. She said she would bring the brisket. She also told us she needed into the house by one in the afternoon so she could get things started.

Allison volunteered to open the door for her. Sadie asked, "How many bedrooms?"

"Three, technically. One for Allison, one is an office and Jenn and I share the third." I said.

"I want a tour." She stood. We stood. Jenn led. Our bedroom had a rug on the floor, curtains on the windows and clothes in the big closet. Our bathroom had blow driers, make up, brushes and razors on the counter. The office had two desks, two computers set up and running, chairs and two wastebaskets. Allison's room had a bed, a pile of sheets on the bed, a package of curtains on the bed and two curtain rods, also on the bed.

The bathroom was almost empty. There was a roll of paper near the toilet but not in the holder. No rug on the floor.

Sadie started to laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Do me a favor, would you? Get this never-to-be used room together before Ma walks in! One glance and she'll know you are stupping both of these women!"

Allison said, "I have three full days to get this room presentable. I promise it will be."

"It better. Ma would freak out!" She looked at the room again and asked, "Where does the crib go?"

"It doesn't. I'm not keeping the baby. Every time I would look at it I would feel Mike hitting me, calling me his slave-whore, and promising to do it to me again after he sold this kid."

"Sold?"

"That's what he said."

"I understand. Life has been tough on you." She put her arm around Allison's shoulders and they walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Jenn and I followed. We sat in chairs across from Allison and Sadie.

A minute passed and Sadie said, "Nick can tell you, I am almost as nosey as Ma. Can I ask another nosey question?"

"Ask," Jenn answered.

"The scars on your legs?"

"I was hit by a BMW as I walked down the sidewalk. It was a day to remember."

"Damn! Life hasn't been too kind to either of you."

"Yes it has!" Jenn said. "I met Nick that same day. He saved us both. I love that day!"

"Pretty nasty scars, though."

"When I see or feel them they remind me of how kind and loving Nick was, and is, right from the start."

She told Sadie the story and made me sound like a saint. Sadie kept looking at me and said, "A mitzvah. You are a mensch. I am so proud of you."

"Easy does it. I may not be quite that good."

"When Ma is here you must tell her! Then she won't care where you sleep, as long as you treat her son with respect and care."

"Ok. We'll tell her."

Half an hour later Sadie was gone and we were closing up for the night. Jenn and Allison would go to the market in the morning. I would work from my new office.

As we got into bed Allison said, "You were right about Sadie. She's on our side even after she figured out you love us both."

"For a sister, she's great."

"Could you do me a favor? Tell me directly that you love me."

I faced her, with Jenn snuggled up against my back, and said, "Allison, I love you. I'm happy you came to live with us. Happier that you decided to stay with us and I want you to know that you have a place in my heart forever." Of course, I kissed her. Then I rolled over and faced Jenn. Allison snuggled against my back and I felt her tits on my back, along with her belly.

"Jennifer, I love you. I'm happy you let me bring you home from the hospital and move you into my home and heart. I'm happy you trust me enough to trust me with your sister. I want you to know you have my heart forever." Of course, I kissed her. They moved me so I was on my back and they both held me... and each other. 

The phone rang early the next morning. Jenn jumped out of bed and ran to the office to get it. I smiled, watching her naked body run. She came back into the bedroom and said, "It's Sadie. She wants you."

She handed me the phone. "Good morning, Sadie."

"Did I get you up?"

"No. I had to answer the phone anyway."

"Good. I've been thinking. Maybe I should bring everything over on Friday and get the Challah started and then on Saturday I won't need to rush everything."

"Challah is always better when it's made before sundown Friday."

"So, it's Ok? Maybe you should ask your wives?"

"Hang on." I put a hand over the mouthpiece on the phone and asked. I told them what was suggested and they both said sure. I told Sadie.

"Ask Allison if she minds that I sleep in her bed. I don't want to put her out." She giggled.

"Allison, would it be Ok if Friday night Sadie sleeps in your bed?"

Allison grinned and said, "I'll put fresh sheets on it, just for her."

Sadie heard her and said, "She's never made that bed. At least if I sleep in it, it will be made when Ma sees it."

The call ended. We got up and our day began. We showered, dressed and got ready for the day. Jenn took Allison and they went to the market. I went to the office and work.

When they got back they put food in the fridge, stocked the cabinets and went to work making the house into our home. I heard a drill, a hammer and the vacuum as I worked. Allison brought me lunch. A deli sandwich with a pickle and a diet Coke. She ate with me. She asked questions about Sadie.

I asked, "Why all the questions about Sadie."

"She's never been married. You can't remember her last boyfriend. We were talking while we shopped and we think maybe she's into girls. Have you been to her home?"

"I have. Why?"

"Were you comfortable in her home?"

"Yeah. It's nice."

"Not frilly, not pink?"

"No. I seem to remember it being earth colors and comfortable."

"Have you been in the home of very many women who live alone?"

"A few."

"Were they earth colors and comfortable?"

"Maybe the colors but I think comfortable for women is different than for men."

"I'm not saying she is into girls, but maybe."

"And, if she is?"

"Then maybe we can help her too."

"What are you talking about?"

"If your sister went to have dinner with your Momma and said, "Momma, I'm a lesbian" what would happen?"

"Momma would freak! She'd get over it but it might take years."

"How long will it take for Momma to accept us?"

"The three of us? Maybe a couple hours."

"And if Sadie hung out with us a lot, did things with us, traveled with us and we included Momma for dinner, how would that be?"

"Momma would love it."

"Jenn and I have been doing each other since we were twelve. If it was Ok with you and with Sadie we would open our selves to her in a heartbeat."

"And she would have two beautiful women to love and be with and Momma would be fine with it, to a point."

"If we're right Sadie has to be very careful when she's with Momma. What if she had a date on Thursday night and the girl slept over. She can't say anything to Momma or Momma will put two and two together. What if I went out with her on Thursday night and slept over. She could tell Momma about our date and even say I slept over. She just wouldn't mention eating pussy."

"Why are you talking to me about this?"

"Because if you say we should, we will leave it alone. If you say it's Ok with you one of us will talk to Sadie this weekend and maybe one of us will sleep with her Friday night."

"Oh. Wouldn't I know if my sister is gay?"

"Before we were up on the deck and you saw me eating Jenn did you have one thought that we might do each other?"

"No. You're right. I want to think about what you've said and my immediate thought is that as long as I don't lose you, either of you, I think it would be a huge gift to my sister. If what you guess is right. I'm a little worried that if you're wrong she will be offended and it will damage the friendship we've just begun."

"We will be so careful that if she isn't open to it she won't even know we touched the door."

"Ok. Let me think on it some more." Allison gathered the plates and empty diet Coke cans and let me get back to work.

An hour later I got off a phone call and looked up to see Jenn standing in the doorway. "Sorry I didn't have lunch with you. I was at B&B Hardware getting some screws to hang curtain rods."

"It's Ok. Allison brought me a sandwich and a pickle."

"And she talked to you about Sadie." I nodded.

"I want to talk to you about us."

I pointed to the other chair. She sat and faced me.

"What I did the other day was unfair. It was wrong. Then I made it worse by not talking to you about it. I need to clean it up."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"When we were on the deck and you were enjoying Allison I barged in and had her eat me. You didn't know we did that. You didn't know we are bi. I picked a moment when you were deep inside my sister to drop my pussy on her mouth. I gave in to my desires. I wasn't considering what you might think or feel. I just wanted to cum!"

"As I recall, you did cum. Allison came and so did I. Did you see me upset? Did I yell, hit, pout or anything?"

"No, but what I did was wrong."

"Ok. Clean it up."

"How?"

"Make believe I don't know. Tell me about being bi, about loving your sister, about loving to have her eat your pussy and loving the taste of hers. Then ask if it's Ok with me if the two of you continue to love each other for the rest of your lives."

"Nick, I need to have a serious conversation with you." She took a deep breath and I noticed movement by the door. Allison was standing near the open doorway. I held a hand up, stopping Jenn from continuing. I got Allison into my chair and I went to the kitchen and brought back a chair for me. When I sat I said, "As you were saying?"

"My sister and I are closer than most sisters. When both of us hit puberty we got interested in what new sensations our bodies were having and could have. I snuck one of my Dad's videos of sex and in it two women ate each other. We watched that tape twenty times before we tried what we saw. We both loved it. We have been having sex together ever since then. We still got interested in boys but we could hold them off because we were able to take care of each other without the risk of diseases or pregnancy. When Mike happened it wasn't like we had a choice. He raped me the night we met and made me his slave. I thought I was important to him, until I saw him slamming into Allison. Now I know he raped her too. Our experiences with men haven't been very good... until you. We both love sex with you. We both love living with you. I loved living with you when it was just the two of us in that little condo. When you opened up to Allison I couldn't believe it! She was back in my life and I didn't have to lose you." She took a deep breath and Allison slid over near her and held her hand.

"We love each other and we want to have it be Ok with you that it is physical. I want to eat her, suck on her tits, kiss all the skin she has and have her do the same to me. We both want to be your lovers, your wives. We want it all to be Ok."

"Let me understand. You Jenn, like having sex with me?"

"I love having sex with you!"

"You Allison, like having sex with me?"

"I love having sex with you."

"And you love having sex with each other?"

"Yes!" They answered in unison.

"And what you want is to be open about it? To not have to wait till I'm not home to munch on each other. To do it in front of me, include me sometimes and make this a triad?"

"A triad? What's that?"

"When I am married to Jenn that is a couple or dyad. When Jenn is married to Allison that is a dyad, a couple. When I am married to Jenn and Allison and Allison is married to Jenn and me that is a triad. Three people in an equilateral relationship. Each person is married to the other two, equally. Is that what you want, each of you?"

"Yes!"

I looked on my desk and found a calendar. I handed it to them.

"We need, No. I need a wedding, a commitment ceremony. We will each wear a ring and we will know we are married, even if the state of California won't be ready for such a marriage for fifty more years. So, pick a date. I'm in."

They both came to me and sat in my lap. I got kissed. Jenn got kissed. Allison got kissed and when they went back to their chairs they looked at the calendar. I dropped to my knees and took one hand of each woman. They looked at me.

"I love you both and ask you now, if front of each other and God, will you bless me with being my wife for the rest of my life?" Tears fell and they both whispered "Yes." 

Jenn held my hand and Allison's and said, "I love you both and ask you now, in front of each other and God, will you bless me with being my spouse for the rest of my life?" We both said, "Yes."

Allison held our hands and asked, "I love you both and ask you now, in front of each other and God, will you bless me with being my spouse for the rest of my life?" We answered "Yes." We kissed and the deal was made. The phone rang. Jenn answered. It was a client so I went back to work. They left me alone for over an hour.

I made a call to a friend who does calligraphy and asked if he would do one for me. He asked what I wanted. "I want a quote. It should say, "Whenever two or more are gathered in the name of Love, there is Love."

"That's not the quote from the Bible."

"No, and it's not the one from Peter, Paul and Mary either. But it's the one I want and I want the words 'or more' made just a little bigger and bolder than the rest. Ok?"

"How big?"

"Bigger than eight and a half by eleven but not as big as eleven by seventeen. It will be hanging on a white wall in a room with lots of green in it."

"This isn't a gift? It's for you?"

"It is a gift and it's for me, too."

"You finally found a woman? You are in love?"

"I've been in love before. Remember? Don't act so shocked."

"Overjoyed is more like it. Congratulations. When will I meet her?"

"I moved my office into our home so I'm here most days and so is she. If you want to see where the calligraphy will go you can come look at the room."

"I'll put clothes on and be right over. Give me an address."

I warned the ladies and they put clothes on. I told them he was an artist and I had asked him to do a special piece for the bedroom wall. I wouldn't tell them any details.

Gary knocked less than half an hour later. I opened the door and brought him in. He got the tour and looked at the spot on the wall where I wanted the art to go. I specified that it was a surprise and neither woman he would meet could be told anything about it. They knew it was coming but nothing about what it might be.

We entered the kitchen and both women were cooking. Jenn had on jeans and a t-shirt and Allison had on shorts and one of my t-shirts. Gary looked at both and said, "I'm pleased to meet you both." He turned his head to me and said, "They look like sisters."




Jennifer Was the Beginning



"We are sisters." Allison said.

"Wow! Sisters that like each other. Mine hate each other. Come to think of it, they don't like me very much either."

After he was gone I complimented them on not asking about what he was doing for us. "Why ask?" Allison said, "If you want to surprise us, we should let you."

Friday morning Allison made French Toast for breakfast. When she served it I said I'd do the clean up. It was wonderful. She somehow got a dribble of syrup on her nipple. I volunteered for clean up. As I cleaned up that spill she somehow spilled on her other nipple and Jenn volunteered to take care of that one. The clean up led to us moving back to bed and four orgasms before ten in the morning. One for me.

We showered and dressed after I applied lotion to both women. We knew my sister was coming over. Jenn did not wear a bra. Allison was swollen and she did wear a bra. I asked Jenn why she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"In case someone wants a taste or a touch."

"Oh. Good reason."

At noon Sadie opened the door and came in. Just like the first time she had two shopping bags in her hands and swung the door closed with her foot. Allison was vacuuming the living room. She helped Sadie with her bags and they went into the kitchen. For a moment they peeked into the office to say hello.

Sadie's eyes widened for a second when she noticed Jenn's nipples visible through the thin t-shirt. We were both on the phone so we just waved. They closed the door and went back to the kitchen.

Allison told me later that Sadie had asked lots of questions about Mike, about being pregnant, and about being raped. Allison helped Sadie start making Challah. It is labor intensive but between the two they did it without anyone dying. In the process Allison got raw egg on her shirt and took it off. She took it to the laundry room and put it in the hamper.

When she came back Sadie asked, "Are you going to get a fresh blouse?"

"If you're uncomfortable, I will. I just figured that since we're girls and I might spill something else, it would be easier to clean skin than clothes."

"Oh. I hadn't thought about that. I only have these clothes and one other outfit for dinner tomorrow with Ma."

"Skin out of that and I'll get you a t-shirt to wear. That way if you spill it'll be Ok. Nick has lots of t-shirts."

She followed Allison into the bedroom and took the offered t-shirt with her into the bathroom. In a minute she rejoined Allison in the kitchen. My t-shirt hit her a couple inches below her panties. She was barefoot.

At about one I was hungry so I left the office and wandered to the fridge. When I walked into the kitchen I saw two women with their hands in the dough. Allison on one side of the table and Sadie on my side. Allison in shorts and a lacy bra and Sadie in a t-shirt. My t-shirt. I noticed she had nice legs. They both looked at me and Sadie said, "Allison lent me one of your t-shirts."

"It has never looked better." I opened the fridge and got some left over Chinese for my lunch. I opened a diet Coke and went to Allison. Her hands were still working the dough. "Drink?" I asked, lifting the can near her lips. I poured a little in, being careful not to spill. Then we kissed.

I moved around the table and offered Sadie a taste too. Again, I was careful we didn't spill a drop. When I started to back away Allison said, "She doesn't get the kiss?"

"She's my sister!"

"She's a woman. She should get the kiss too."

I leaned to Sadie and our lips touched for a brief moment. Something happened in that moment. I don't know what it was. A connection of some kind. I intended for the kiss to last one second or less. Once we touched it was hard to pull away. I did pull away.

"Thanks, little brother."

I told her she was welcome and went back to the office. I shared the Chinese with Jenn and we finished off the diet Coke too. She took the plate back to the kitchen. When she came back she smiled at me and whispered, "I think your sister is turned on." 

I answered the phone and went back to work. At a little after five Allison came to the office door and announced, "The work week is over for Nick Levy and Associates. Turn on the answering machine and come with me."

We did as we were told and followed her. The kitchen was clean when we walked through it. She led us to the back door and out. When I stepped out I noticed two things: the lid was off the hot tub and my sister's head sticking up out of the water. 

We walked to the hot tub with Jenn disrobing as she walked. By the time we were at the tub Jenn was naked and so was Allison. Before I could spend much time thinking about being naked in front of my sister Jenn and Allison had all my clothes off.

"Day before yesterday I called a pool service and they came today and got everything clean and working properly. They taught me how to do it, too." Allison said. Sadie said, "I learned too."

I got in and sat down quickly. It felt good. Allison sat on one side of me and Jenn the other. Sadie sat next to Allison. The bubbles obscured everything that was underwater. I didn't see any straps over Sadie's shoulders. Was she nude?

Jenn took a few deep breaths and slid down a bit deeper into the bubbles. Allison spoke to Sadie. "You were worried. How're you doing now?" Her arm was around Sadie's shoulders.

"I'm Ok, I guess. I'd never seen my brother naked before. I'd never seen either of you naked either."

"And, did you die? Did we?"

"No."

"Close your eyes. Feel the water and bubbles swirling around your skin. How does that feel?"

"It's delicious. I don't want to ever get out!"

"If we don't get out we'll be all wrinkly when it's time to go get Ma."

"And, she'll see you sitting naked in our hot tub!" Allison said.

"Naked?" Jenn asked, looked shocked. "You mean like this, naked?" And she stood up, showing her shaved pussy and the rest of her body from near her pussy to her head.

Sadie looked at me, hesitated a second and then stood up. "Yes, like this naked!" Then she sat back down, quickly. I noticed two great breasts and an unshaved, but trimmed bush. Tan lines showed that she wore a very modest two piece bathing suit.

Once back in the water Sadie asked, "Did I shock you little brother?"

"A little. I didn't know my sister was beautiful all over. You are."

"Thank you."

"I think I agree with Nick. You are beautiful. And, having spent the last few hours working with you and getting to know you I can say you are more than that. I'd be happy to call you a close friend."

"Good enough for Allison, good enough for me. Can we be close friends from this moment on?"

"Yes!" She turned and hugged Allison. Then Allison kissed her. It was like the kiss I gave her earlier, but it lasted. When Allison started to back away Sadie's hand went to the back of her head and she held Allison in place. 

The kiss did end. When it did, Sadie looked at me again and asked, "Shocked now, little brother?"

"If you kissed Allison to shock me then, yes I'm shocked. If you kissed her because you'd like more, then no, I'm not shocked. In fact I would wager that Jenn would like the same kind of kiss and that Allison wants more as well."

Jenn nodded. Sadie said, "Kissing Allison was so sexy and felt so good."

Allison said, "Stand up." Sadie did. Allison moved and in seconds Sadie was straddling Allison's lap and they were in a very intimate embrace. The kissing started mouth to mouth and progressed to their necks and shoulders while their hands explored both above and below the top of the water.

Jenn slipped into my lap and I slipped into Jenn. She nibbled on my ear and asked, in a whisper, "You want her too?"

I nodded by barely moving my head. She kissed my mouth and our tongues danced. When our kiss ended she said, "I want to suck on her tits while you are inside her."

I nodded again. When I looked over Allison and Sadie had moved. Sadie had her arms holding onto the side of the tub and her legs over Allison's shoulders. Allison had her face buried in the bush and Sadie was moaning. Jenn moved off my cock and to one side of Sadie. Her mouth engulfed the nipple and areola of Sadie's left breast. I moved and my mouth engulfed her other nipple and areola. Jenn and I held her up with our hands on her back and ass.

She moaned, groaned, squeaked and thrashed in the water. Allison kept at her pussy and we played with her nipples and breasts. 

Her hands flew from the sides of the tub and held Allison's head. Her back arched and trembled and she let all the air out of her body. She twitched four or five times and then opened her eyes. My mouth was still on her breast.

"I love being here. I love being loved. Think we'll ever get out of the hot tub?"

"Yes.  And soon. We need to shower, dress and go have dinner." I said.

Sadie looked at my erection when I stood up and she said, "Do we need to do something with that?"

Jenn answered, "You can, if you want, or we can wait till we get home again and we can do it right."

"Ok."

We showered and dried each other. Allison lent Sadie some clothes and we went for dinner. It was a bit of an adventure since we hadn't been to any of the restaurants in our new area. We found a "family diner" and I had a turkey dinner. The ladies each had a different salad and all said they enjoyed the food. The restaurant was not crowded and Sadie kept looking at me as we ate.

Jenn finally asked, "Sadie, why are you looking at Nick like you don't know him?"

"I don't. Up until today he has always been my brother. He wasn't a man. Men are sexual beings and he was my brother. Two hours ago he was sucking on me and it felt so good! I think I'm seeing him for the first time."

I looked up at her and said, "Thanks. Maybe now I can stop being your little brother."

Her hand flew to her face. "I really do call you that, don't I?"

"Yes. And it sounds silly given that you are five-five or so and Nick is six feet tall." Jenn said.

"When I looked at him I was still seeing him as a boy!"

"Finish your dinner, please. I need to get home."

We finished and left a nice tip with the bill. Half an hour later we were home. We walked in the front door with Sadie in the lead. I was last and I locked the door. Sadie went directly to our bedroom. Allison was starting to undress when I arrived.

"I have been thinking."

"Uh-oh. Here it comes." Jenn said.

"I want to take all three of you to bed and spend a long time touching, kissing and pleasing each of you."

Sofie interrupted, "But..."

"But if I have sex with you tonight Ma will take one look at you tomorrow and she'll know. I don't know how she'll know, but she will."

"Maybe we should let her get used to you having two women in your life before we make it three?" Allison asked.

"Wait!" Sadie jumped in. "Don't I get a vote?"

"Yes. Of course you do."

"So, if Nick and I aren't gonna do it tonight, does that put me in the other bedroom all alone?"

"Not unless that's what you want. You may ask either Allison or Jenn to join you in the other bedroom. I'd wager either would say yes."

"Pick me!" Allison said, with her hand raised like she was in school.

Sadie took her hand and they walked through the kitchen and into the other bedroom. Sadie closed the door when they were in. I took Jenn by the hand and led her the three steps to our bed.

"I told you." She smiled as she made her point.

"And, you were right. There are now three bi women in the house."

"Oh, we don't know that yet. Your sister has some sexual experiences in her past but none involving a cock."

"None?"

"Nope. When she saw your erection in the hot tub it was the first she'd ever seen."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I asked her when we were in the ladies room. She wants to do it and she wants to do it with you."

"I'm surprised and honored. Will you be Ok with it?"

"I win! Because of you I'm not at the bottom of the harbor. I'm not being raped by Mike. I'm not pregnant. My sister and I are back together again and you have given both of us a new sister. Will you stop loving me?"

"No. I won't stop loving Allison either."

"Then let us love Sadie too. We'll all be just fine."

Her hand wrapped around my dick and created enough stimulation to get things to rise and harden. Then she pushed me from being on my side to on my back and she rode me cowgirl and then switched to reverse cowgirl. In reverse cowgirl she reached down and did something to my balls and I was unable to delay my cumming one more second. She kept riding until I was wilting and then quickly ran to the bathroom to avoid the wet spot. Two or three minutes later she snuggled against me and we went to sleep.

Dinner with Momma

When I woke up the bed was crowded. Allison and Sadie on one side of me and Jenn on the other. I was closest to Allison and Jenn. I kissed both good-morning.

Sadie leaned over Allison and added her kiss to the ritual. I felt a smoldering fire deep inside her kiss. It was barely controlled. Then she kissed Jenn. I assumed she had already kissed Allison. We snuggled together for a few minutes.

"How did you ladies sleep last night?" 

""I slept really well after about one in the morning." Allison said.

"Oh?"

"It was difficult to fall asleep when someone kept sucking on my tits and playing with my pussy."

"Shhhh. You don't have to tell everything!" Sadie begged.

"He was going to notice the hickeys on my tits and the one inside my thigh anyway."

"Should I be embarrassed?"

"No. You're a healthy, red-blooded American girl who was in bed with a willing, beautiful, red-blooded American girl doing what felt good. There have been years I prayed that I would be in bed with just such a woman. Oh, I was. Last night! And, I still am."

"Lucky us!" Sadie exclaimed.

"Sadie, when you came to join us this morning did you think about being next to me?"

"Skin to skin. Naked?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I thought about it."

"And?"

"And I had Allison get in next to you because I believed if I did I would not be able to wait until tonight to ..."

"To?"

"Do it."

"Allison, would you slide over me and join your sister on that side of me, please?"

"Sure?"

I helped her do it and I moved towards Sadie. When Allison was with Jenn I wrapped my arms around Sadie and kissed her on the mouth. I was gentle and didn't insist on anything except that we kiss. She stiffened at first and then took a breath and started to relax.

I put my hand in the middle of her lower back and pressed her against me. I knew she could feel my hard-on touching her. By the third kiss her mouth was open and our tongues dancing. When that kiss ended I slid down a little and captured her nipple in my mouth. I rolled her up onto my body and alternated between affection for each breast. Then I rolled her back on her back and asked her, "Would you please remember my place so I know where to start tonight?"

I was almost all the way out of the bed when she said, "What!?" You get me hot and wet and get out of bed?! Oh no!"

She pulled me back into bed and all three of them held me down. Allison held my head down by straddling it with her knees on my upper arms. Jenn held my legs down. Sadie straddled my waist and with Jenn and Allison coaching lowered her self down on my cock. I couldn't see her face as she lowered herself onto me but I felt her wet warmth and her tightness. In one long slow move she got all of me inside. Allison leaned over and kissed her and helped her start to ride me.  She was a fast learner.

Allison got off me. Jenn straddled my legs and held Sadie's breasts in her hands. The sight before me was incredible! My sister, smiling and looking into my eyes as she rode my cock. The wet noises were wonderful. Then she got a strange look on her face and said, "It feels weird! Oh my Godddd! I'm

Cumming!"

Jenn held on and kept Sadie from falling. I held her hips and thrust up into her. I knew none of us had considered birth control so before I came I pulled out and shot onto her belly.

Allison helped her off the bed and into the bathroom. They were gone a long time. I cleaned up in the other bathroom and then Jenn and I got dressed and started breakfast.

When Sadie and Allison rejoined us Allison said, "I wasn't sure how she was for birth control so I helped her. Then she tells me she's on birth control pills to regulate her periods."

I opened my arms and Sadie hesitated. Then she stepped into my arms and we stood in the kitchen hugging for a long time. When it ended she tilted her head back and I kissed her. Her tongue probed into my mouth and found my tongue willing to dance.

"Ok. Enough. We have things to do." Jenn said, laughing.

We ate a good breakfast and began preparations for dinner. At the appropriate time I took my car to the carwash. Sadie became the queen of the kitchen and things came together. The big table from my condo would seat six and Jenn went to the store and got a tablecloth and napkins to match. My old tablecloth was not good enough. Generally, I stayed out of their way most of the day. I swept the sidewalk and the walkway from the sidewalk to the porch, twice. I cleaned the outside of the windows. I loaded t.p. into the holders in the half bath and the bathroom off "Allison's" room.

At four-fifteen I was dressed in slacks and nice shirt, shaved, hair brushed and shoes shined. I kissed all three women and went to get Ma. They went in to shower and dress.

I parked in Ma's driveway and walked to her door. Whenever she knows I'm coming she sits in her chair with the front curtains open just far enough that she can see my car come into the driveway. She had done the same thing since I was a kid and she was waiting for my Dad. I rang the bell.

I waited. She asked, "Who is it?" through the door.

"It is your chauffer, Madam. I'm to take you to Chez Nick for dinner."

She smiled as she opened the door and looked at my car. "What, my son is too cheap to have you drive a limo?"

"Ma, I am your son."

She smiled again and said, "Once, come in a limo. The neighbors will talk for months."

"Ok. I'll surprise you."

"Sons don't surprise their mothers. We see right through our sons." She held my arm and I walked us to the car. I closed her door after she was in and ran to my side. I was very careful backing out "because there are crazy drivers that use this street like it was a racetrack." 

Ma told me all the neighborhood gossip. Mrs. Goldman had to have surgery for a gall stone. Ma was surprised she didn't bring it home from the hospital and put it on the mantle. Mr. Levine hired a new secretary and invited her for dinner. The woman is a bleached blond! And, she's single. The man at the corner bought a new car. He has lived at the corner for fifteen years but, because he isn't Jewish, Ma cannot utter his name. It's Johnson.

When we got to our new neighborhood Ma looked things over. She stopped talking and watched. We passed a Chinese restaurant and she almost smiled. We passed a deli and she did smile. "I've eaten there. The woman who owns it is a nice woman." She said. 

When the car stopped in our driveway she said, "It's big. Old?"

"Built in the sixties Ma. It's barely older than me."

"Good. If it was as old as me it would be falling apart like me."

"You're right Ma. Look your right arm just fell off." I made like I was bending to pick up her lost body part and she swung her purse at me.

I helped her up the steps, not because she needed the help but because it is "how a son shows respect." I opened the door and called out, "We're here."

Ma was looking at the living room when Sadie came through the kitchen door. Ma's eyes opened wide and she said, "This Jennifer looks Jewish."

"Really? I think she looks Scandinavian." Sadie hugged Ma and backed away. Allison was next and Ma almost fell.