4 comments/  10425 views/  7 favorites

Just Leave Me

By: SierraSprite



I was leaving a dive where a client was doing a last minute gig and needed sound support. The converted warehouse was full of stoned and drunk patrons dancing their asses off. I got things going, taped up the connections, and told the lead that I was out of there. If they wanted help tearing the equipment down, call me in the morning.

Down the street was an alley where I could turn around. My headlights illuminated a pile of rags against the brick wall to the right. I was turning my head to watch behind when the pile moved. Something told me I had to check it out.

It was beginning to drizzle; just a generally nasty night in a bad part of town down by the water. I left the truck running with the lights on and got out carefully. The pile was a body trying to sit up. I crouched down and a small voice said, "Don't hit me, please don't hit me again."

She was the filthiest person I had ever seen, and smelled worse. I said, "Hey, you need help. I'll take you somewhere."

She struggled to speak and said, "Just leave me. It's too late for help."

I said to myself, "Alex, this is a basket case. Leave her and call the cops. You don't want to get involved."

While that was bouncing around in my head, she looked up and said, "Who are you? Guys only hit me."

I guess that did it. My sister had been involved with abused women and the stories were bad. I got my arms under her and lifted. No weight at all. I opened the passenger door and she crumpled into the seat. I put the belt around her.

The smell in the cab was overpowering. Nothing could be done until she was cleaned up. I found a parking space in front of my apartment, which is usually impossible, and carried her up the stairs. It was a quick trip to the bathroom, where she made a small terribly smelly lump on my bathmat. I couldn't even tell how alive she was. Maybe I should be at the emergency room. Washing her was going to get me wet, no doubt about that. I turned on the wall heater and ducked down the hall to get into my running shorts. When I got back, she wasn't moving at all. The clothes were awful, so I grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and just stuffed the rags into it as they came off. She was shivering and mumbling words I couldn't make out. The tub was half full of pretty warm water and I eased her emaciated body in.

She opened her eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, but you need a wash really bad."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Not much to look at, am I?" 

"I'm going to climb in there so I can wash your hair. Is that ok?"

Her eyes were closed and she didn't respond. I got in behind and pulled her back against me. The portable spray head washed twigs and dirt off and turned the tub water dark. Two shampoos and three rinses later, the hair was clean. I changed the tub water and soaped up the rest of her. She was still mumbling incoherently. There was a black forest of hair between her legs and I figured that needed a good wash too, judging by how she smelled before. When my hand with the soap got close, she opened easily, saying, "I guess you have to wash there too."

Getting her dry was a problem, because she just hung on me. I maneuvered us to my bedroom, got her into a shirt from my drawer, and into the bed. I knew my sister the intern would tell me to get fluids into her, so went and prepared some hot milk and brought that back, along with a glass of water.

Her eyes were open. "You have to drink some water. Let me help you sit up." The shirt wasn't buttoned and her incredibly thin chest with next to nothing in the way of breasts showed. I pulled it shut and did one of the buttons. She leaned on me and drank. Took some of the milk too.

I eased her down and paged my sister. Susan was an intern at a hospital complex west of town. We saw each other every two weeks when her schedule gave her three days off and she recouped at my place, mostly sleeping.

Her call was quick this evening. "Hi, what's up?"

"I've got a patient, can you come down here now?"

"Alex, you know I can't practice medicine yet. What patient?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. Abused woman. Badly abused woman. And bring some of your underwear. I had to put everything of hers in the dumpster."

"Ok, I just got off shift and will see you in half an hour."

I was sitting in a chair next to the bed when Susan bustled in with her bag. She said hi and knelt down, feeling for a pulse. She slid inside the shirt with her stethoscope. "Ok pulse, ok heart and lung sounds."

The eyes opened. I said, "This is my sister, the doctor. She needs to check you over." The patient just closed her eyes without saying anything.

Susan was pulling on rubber gloves and mouthed at me, "HIV." Without any resistance, she got a blood sample and some vaginal swabs. "I'll take these back and get a quick analysis in the morning. Be careful of any of her fluids for now."

Susan's hands were poking and prodding. "Spleen is enlarged. Not surprising. Looks pretty malnourished. Might be associated with drugs."

The eyes opened and she said, "I'm clean. I was in rehab when they took me away."

Susan said, softly, "You don't have to tell us now. Let me shine a light in your eyes."

"No retinal hemorrhage. Good sign."

"I have a shift again at six, and will catch a little sleep back at the hospital. I'll call you in the morning. Keep working on fluids and maybe some soft food."

I slept in my clothes on the bed across from the patient that Susan uses when she visits. The patient was calling when I woke. I moved to her side and she said, "Have to go."

I decided to just carry her to the bathroom and gathered her up. We were about halfway there when she cried out and a warm stream went down my front. I gently let her down on the toilet and she put her head down and cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I caressed her head with the clean hair and said, "Don't worry. Nothing wrong with a little fresh pee."

I went to the bedroom and returned with briefs for her and fresh trousers for me. "Here, my sister brought you some underwear."

I leaned over and got her feet into the openings and helped them up her legs. She wiped and stood up unsteadily. The briefs fit fine and she smiled at me. 

"Would you like some breakfast?" She nodded and we made our way to a kitchen stool. I put a glass of juice in front of her and started water for soft boiled eggs. It was Sunday morning and I could relax for a few hours until a job at four in the afternoon in the suburbs for a garden party. It seemed to be drying up outside and the client's party might not be wet.

I said, "Do you have a name?"

"Grace. Grace Arnold. Who are you and why are you taking care of me?"

"Alex Costanzo. It didn't seem right for you to be in that miserable alley, so I brought you home. Do you have someplace I can take you? Family or friends?"

She smiled a thin smile at me. "Nothing. That was the end of me in that alley. You didn't even find any ID, did you?"

"No, and I had to put those clothes in the trash. What happened?"

"I was kidnapped from rehab by some kids. They wanted to sell me, but the buyer said I was too thin and didn't have any tits. No one would buy me. So the kids knocked me around, used my body, poured filth on me and dumped me there."

She got down some coffee with warm milk and an egg. I was cleaning up when the phone rang.

"Hi, the tests are negative for HIV. How is she?"

"Sitting here with an egg in her, sipping some homemade latte. Looking a lot more alive than last night. I know your schedule is impossible, but when can you come by again? We need to get her some clothes."

"I'll be there next weekend on my break, and I'll see if I can trade a dayshift to come sooner. Keep working on the fluids and make sure there is no blood in her urine from kidney damage."

Grace looked at me inquiringly. "She says you are negative for HIV. At least they didn't infect you."

She reached out and squeezed my hand with hers. "I don't understand why you are helping a loser like me, but I thank you." The smile was brighter.

"Susan is an intern with a tough schedule so may not come by for a couple of days. Let's take you to my closet and see what we can find."

With my arm around her, Grace navigated better than before. In my pile of clean clothing, I found a fleece pullover and tossed it to her. "Try that, it's warmer than my old shirt."

The flat chest and prominent ribs were very white. The fleece was dark blue and looked good on her. I found a pair of running warmups with a drawstring and pulled them up her legs. At the bottom of the closet was an old pair of lined slippers. Not much but better than cold feet.

The hair was a tangle, so I got Susan's hairbrush and climbed in behind to work on it. She leaned back on me and sighed. "No one has brushed my hair since I was a little girl."

"Sounds like you haven't had an easy time."

The hair was responding. She had thick black hair that would look great after a hairdresser got done with it.

"Mostly my own fault. Is it ok if we don't talk about that right now?"

I put the brush down and rubbed her shoulders. "Would you just hold me for a little while. You feel so nice."

In just a minute or so, she was asleep again. I carefully eased out and went to do chores and get ready for the afternoon job. A couple of hours later, I was on the sofa with the Sunday paper when she appeared and plopped down beside me, then leaned her head in my lap. I pulled up the blanket and rubbed her back. 

"Tell me when you have to go. Susan says I have to look in your pee for blood."

"So I am going to pee in a pan instead of down your front?" She shook with a small laugh and closed her eyes again. I pulled on her hair and leaned down to kiss the side of her head. "Hmmm. Do that again."

I did, and she said, eyes still closed, "So all the males on the planet are not bastards?"

"I have to work this afternoon and may not be back until eight. I'll get some food before I go. Susan said to take it easy on the menu until your insides are better."

"I'd rather wait until I can eat with you."

"Ok. I'll bring something."

She said, laughing, "Can we pee now?"

I picked her up and walked to the kitchen to find a bowl or something convenient. She sat on the counter, laughing some more. I said, "Let's do it here. You can sit on the edge of the sink." She lifted up and I pulled the warmups and briefs down. A definitely feminine odor rose up from between her legs. She held on tight to my head and said, "I'm supposed to be totally embarrassed about this, aren't I?" Her stream was healthy and yellow, splashing into the white bowl. I wiped her and set her on the floor to pull up her pants. We both looked in the bowl. No blood. No pink tinge.

Her arm was around me. "I really thought I was going to die last night. There was absolutely nothing left of my life worth saving..."

"But maybe I'm not going to die after all. What are you going to do with me? I've just landed in the middle of your life. I have nothing at all. No money, no home, no relatives, no friends, nothing." 

I picked her up and went back to the sofa. She pulled up the blanket and closed her eyes. Last night's smelly lump had been transformed into a comfortable cuddle in my lap. What was I going to do with a grown up orphan? Maybe Susan could help. In the meantime, get her body fixed up.

The next several days were interesting. When we went to bed late Sunday after my job, she shyly asked if she could crawl in with me to "stay warm." We started out with her along my back, but in the morning we had turned over and my front was against her back, and something hard was poking her.

I woke with a jerk and backed away when I realized what had happened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She turned into me and said. "It's ok. I've felt my share of erections over the years. I trust you not to come after me with it." I got a light kiss on the lips as she left for the bathroom.

Monday afternoon when I got back from work early, she said, "I'd like to cook for you. Let's do a shopping list."

Over candlelight, I said, "You are one hell of a tough woman, bouncing back like this. Where does that come from?"

She smiled and put her hand on mine. "I'm working up to telling you. But not yet. Ok?"

"If you cook like this for a dumb sound tech, I'll do almost anything."

That evening, and every evening, she spent a lot of time in my lap. I was six-one and she was five-six, so we fit together well. I tried to kiss her cheek as a thank you for the wonderful dinner, and got her lips instead.

"I'm not sure I deserve that."

"You do. That and more. I feel like an orphaned lamb. Only thing missing is the bottle!" She laughed and gave me another warm kiss.

Susan showed up on Tuesday afternoon for a checkup and a sleepover. They went in the bedroom by themselves for a full exam, during which there was a lot of giggling. They came out and Susan announced, "You get a medal, Alex, for taking care of rundown, beatup women. She will be as good as new soon. Take her to your exercise place the end of the week, and start easy. Right now, the two of us are going to shop for clothes and dinner."

I tried to give Susan some cash, but she said the treat was on her because I was good with Grace. I got a kiss on the lips from both of them on the way out the door.

There was a double crisis at bedtime. The first was over the new nightie, which was very pretty, but came only halfway down her thighs. It was obvious a lot of woman would show when she bent over. Susan laughed and said, "We are both as flat chested as boards. He wouldn't come after either of us."

The second crisis was about who was sleeping with whom. I volunteered to take the couch. There was a whispering conference and then the door closed and a lot of furniture noise came through.

They came into the front room in matching short nighties. Before they could talk, I said, "You should know I only chase girls with no tits."

They jumped on, paying no attention to the bare thighs rubbing on me. "Goody, come with us."

The twin mattresses were on the floor, pushed over against the wall, covered with sheets and pillows and duvets. I looked at them, "You are sleeping on the floor?"

Susan grabbed my ears,"We are sleeping on the floor. All three of us. Go brush your teeth."

When I came back, the nighties were prominently lying on the floor in front of the mattresses. Two bodies were under the covers, wiggling.

Susan stuck her head out and said, Turn out the light, lose the shorts, and get in here."

For a tired intern, and a recovering druggie, I got a lot of action under those covers. They crawled on top of me and Susan said, "We are feeling playful, but don't want sex and don't want to get you mad about being teased. Is that ok?"

"No. Absolutely not. You feel good to me, and I don't believe you don't want sex. I'm coming after both of you, and if you orgasm on my fingers, then you win the prize of coming on my big cock!"

"My god, Grace, he is a monster and we let him in our bed!"

I went to work on my sister first, rubbing and pinching nipples while I kissed her and my fingers explored her bottom. I was in her for two seconds when I got a great big gush from a hot pussy.

I shifted around and instructed Grace to go after Susan's flat tits with the big nipples. I applied my lips and tongue to her dripping pussy and had her off in no time. She shook and wailed, "I've lost the deal. Save me Grace."

I had my fingers in Grace, who was also nice and wet. I whispered to her, "I'll leave you alone if you want."

She humped up and said, "Do me like your sister."

The thin, weak orphan had a healthy sexual response. I took two long licks across her clit and she was coming and yelling at me. "You are bad. Very bad. I've never had good sex before and you've made me come like crazy."

After all that, I said, "No fucking tonight. If you want me after this messing around, we'll do it another night."

My body must have liked warm skin on both sides, because I slept right through to Susan leaning over, dressed, kissing me and saying she would be back Saturday.

I went to pee and was followed by Grace who dropped down in front of me and laughed. "If you have to go, sit on me and point yourself down!"

I did just that. We made a lot of noise and she kissed me. We took a shower together and soaped each other. I toweled her and wrapped the wet hair in its own towel. "I'm going to brush you out after breakfast and then we are going to find a place to have it done properly. You have beautiful hair."

I sat on the floor and lotioned her legs. She needed the gym, but what I had in my hands was recovering. As I got closer and closer to her crotch, she said, "You didn't have to stop last night. I didn't think it would ever happen, but I wanted you. Imagine that!"

"Hold that thought! Let's get you cranking on all cylinders first."

Over a second cup of coffee, I said, "Did you finish school?"

She stared softly at me. "I was wondering when we would get around to that. No, I got pregnant in my second year of college and my folks disowned me. Before I had to decide about an abortion, I miscarried. Everything was downhill after that. Drugs, booze, smoking, hanging out with bikers. The whole miserable business."

I had her hand and was kissing her knuckles. "If you could do what you wanted, what would you do?"

"I don't really know. Would you like to have a livein girlfriend while we figure that out?"

I picked her up and went to our favorite spot on the sofa. I pulled up the blanket, tucked her in, and kissed her.

"I know you are tough, but you didn't finish rehab. If you live here a while, leaning on me some, do you think you can stay clean?"

She turned her head into my shoulder and cried hard. After a while, her face came up and she said, "I don't know, Alex. I just don't know, but I would like to try. You seem to have so much trust in me that I'm sure I don't deserve." The head went back and the shoulders shook. Now we were getting down to brass tacks. Nice guys were great, but so was staying clean. 

She stood up and skinned out of her new jeans and briefs. Considering her recent lifestyle, she had perfect skin. She lay herself across my knees and said, "Alex, I want you to promise that if you catch me going off the wagon, even a little bit, you will put me over your knee and beat me until I scream for mercy. Now give me a good taste of that so I have something to remember."

Oh wow. This was serious. I rubbed her globes, which were thin but hard. "You're sure about this? We could go to the doctor to get you some help."

"Do it. I trust you. You saved my life."

She got five hard whacks and screamed at the end.

After a silent minute, she got up and pulled up her pants. She smiled at me. "I will remember that. You have a hard hand, mister."

"You should go back to school."

"Yes. But if I am going to live with you, I have to help. Do you need an assistant with your work?"

By Friday, Grace had junior college remedial courses lined up, had been to the gym with me, had glorious hair after the salon finished with it, and had learned where everything belonged in my panel truck.

She slept with me and we cuddled a lot. Every morning she grabbed me and threatened a blowjob. I kept putting her off by turning her over and sucking on her tiny tits, telling her they were getting bigger by the day.

Susan checked in frequently and was as amazed as I was with Grace's progress. Twice more, I made Grace pee in the bowl in the sink. All there was to look at was fresh yellow fragrant urine. The second time, she laughed evilly and said any more pee adventures and she was going to squat over me and deliver it directly to my mouth. I accused her of being kinky and asked if she had ever actually done that with a guy. She kissed me and said no, but would be interested some time if I was. I kissed her back and said we would save the kink for later.


Just Leave Me



Chapter 2 - Going on a Gig

Late Thursday, I got a call from a client with a big rep who said his band had just signed a contract for a major auditorium concert in our downtown. The contract had an option for the band to take care of some or all of the sound on their own without union interference. AlfieT, which was his ridiculous name, said the band had suffered a lot from second rate union work, and wondered if I wanted to take it on. He mentioned that I would need help. I took a big deep breath and said I would take it, but calling in chits with my professional helpers required twice union scale for working on a Saturday in a fixed window. He swore at me and said it was only a deal if everything came off perfectly. Any glitches and the helpers worked for free. I took another deep breath and told him we were on.

My helpers didn't know they were professional sound techs, and they didn't know how busy they were going to be on Saturday afternoon. But a five grand windfall might convince them. I sent Susan a text that asked her to call when she was off shift and had fifteen minutes to spare. I said nothing to Grace, who was out getting dinner.

We were just finished eating when Susan called. "Hi, what's up?"

I put the phone on speaker and lay it down on the counter. "Hey, sis, do I have a deal for you. The easiest ten grand we will ever make. You and Grace have just become journeymen sound techs and the three of us are working a gig on Saturday afternoon. Piece of cake."

"ALEX!" she screamed, "I'm a goddammed doctor, not a sound tech!" 

Grace was equally agitated, hopping up and down and beating on me. "You can't!"

"Now calm down. I've worked in this auditorium before and it will be fine. I'll do all the complicated stuff, and the two of you can be gofers and learn a lot. Besides, the cash will pay for our trip to the Virgin Islands!"

After the female hysteria calmed down, they agreed to do it, but promised years of punishment if the gig didn't work out. I was beginning to panic, imagining everything that could go wrong, but told myself one smart guy and two smart and beautiful women could conquer any job. At least, that was the party line. 

Friday, I took Grace to the place where I bought my work clothes and picked out two outfits that looked more or less like what sound techs wore. I even found some signature wool caps that could be pulled down to obscure to the casual observer that they were women. With no tits and Carhartt pants on, they would pass inspection. On the way back, she made me promise a crash course in what we would be doing and what was expected of a journeyman tech. The clothes went in the washer and when they got dry, I applied some grime here and there. Susan showed up after dinner, saying she wrangled an early start to her break. I got both of them into the clothes. With the caps, and leather work boots, and the thin gloves electricians wear, I got them in front of the mirror and told them how authentic they looked. I made them practice looking fierce and sullen, like most sound techs. With the lipstick scrubbed off, even they were getting into the act.

I gave everyone a beer, and explained the plan for Saturday, drawing a diagram of the stage, where the important boxes and amps went, where the power was coming from, and what the band expected in terms of taped down wires, mats, mike stands and so on.

They had the mattresses on the floor again, but the atmosphere was tense and chilly. Susan said, "No sex, no makeout, maybe no kissing for you. I've never been so scared in my life. These guys have an international reputation! If their sound goes down, there will be a riot."

I made soothing noises and closed my eyes. Maybe they were right.

It was a short night. At six, they were wide awake and decided on some early punishment. The sheets were thrown off and I was beat on. I obliged them with apologies, moans, groans, and pitiful cries. Finally, they started laughing and we all went to the shower. I soaped them up and complimented them on how fast their tits were growing. They beat on me some more and giggled.

We showed up early and the super was nice enough to let us in. I dollied the equipment boxes from the truck dock and showed the women where to put them. For once, the entire inventory was there. Every band traveled with redundant gear, but better not to have to start out with substitutions. By two o'clock, everything was wired and we were ready to start testing. The band was due for a rehearsal starting at three. The first half dozen circuits went well, but then we had three successive intermittent cables and all of us were racing to redo them with new ones. AlfieT showed up a few minutes early and looked impressed. I introduced the women as Al and Fred. Grace's black hair was hidden and her features were currently drawn anyway, so she was Al. I gestured for them to retire to the back and told AlfieT we were ready for level set as soon as they were. The band had its own guy to work the concert, but he was a knob turner, not a tech. I'd worked with him before and knew what he expected from our setting of mikes and amps. 

We stood to one side of the stage as they filtered in, complaining of aches and too much booze. I said, "That's mostly a put on. There's too much money on the table these days to screw up a sold out concert. The promoters aren't afraid to kick your ass out of the band for doping at work."

The sound was getting better and better when suddenly everything went dead. Oh shit. I raced for the master breaker board. Sure enough, our feed had tripped. I assured AlfieT we could wire to a bigger breaker and went to find the super. He was eating lunch; fat, dumb and happy until I told him his fucking board was tripping on us. We went back up on the double and he cursed at it. "I've told them this damn thing has to be replaced. If you help me, we can drop that light bridge we don't need today and give its breaker to you."

Ten minutes later, glorious music was coming from the speakers and smiles returned. I guided my techs to the back of the house to check things. Guess what. Stage left and right mikes were reversed to the speakers. Great stereo, just reversed. I told them to stay where they were and went down to see where the mistake was. Bad labels. Whew, that was easy, thank god. 

By five, the band was happy and ready to take a break until nine when the crowd would be here. I had to come back, just to be around in case of trouble, but the girls and I went back to the apartment for dinner. They beat on me with relief as I drove. I made drinks as they stripped and dashed for the shower, complaining about adrenalin sweat. I kind of liked the smell as they went past.

We worked on dinner in the kitchen, still decompressing. Even I was relieved, with my big bet having paid off. Finally, I was getting some kisses. Grace whispered, "Are we really going to the Virgin Islands?"

"Yes, but we have to wait until Susan can get a week off." I looked at her. "Is that remotely possible?"

She walked over and stuck her tongue in my mouth and pressed my hand to her breast. "Tell me again that my tits are getting bigger."

I got a headlock on her and licked an ear. "Smart, sexy, feisty, just signed off as a sound tech. And you want big boobs on top of that?" My hand was on bare flesh and she flinched as I pulled on her nipple.

"Shit, Alex, how am I going to find a guy who really doesn't care about small boobs?"

Grace said, "Yeah, Alex, how am I going to find a guy who really doesn't care about small boobs?"

We broke up laughing but I knew it wasn't a laughing thing with them.

Susan looked at us. "It's unusual for an intern to get a week off. Doc's think you aren't motivated or worse. But let me poke around." She looked at Grace and me. "Why don't the two of you go. I could prescribe the trip as medically necessary. If she goes topless for a week, they are sure to grow."

Grace laughed and said, "They are going to grow faster with you along."

Dinner was a cheery affair. The women were still on a high from having succeeded at something utterly foreign to them. And having carried off the disguise. 

After a second stint at the auditorium, I was ripe for the shower at 2 am. When I stepped out, two naked bodies were having a pee and rubbing on me. I brushed my teeth and climbed into the nest on the floor. I whispered, "We're rich, we're rich, thanks to the two of you!"

One of them had a hard grip on me, squeezing viciously. Must be my evil sister. "Sure, tell us about it. And you want to waste it floating around in the sun, molesting your innocent techs."

I got my fingers in Grace's thick black hair and gathered her in. Probably not a good idea to remind her of Saturday night a week ago. She wiggled and I tickled her. Susan said, "We've been talking. With one exception, we like the way you have been handling the Grace situation. You don't seem to understand that being around you makes us horny. We rub on you. We drag you in here with our naked bodies. We kiss you. We promise forbidden delights for that big thing of yours. Nothing seems to work..."

Susan's story came to an abrupt end because she was perched on top of Grace with my cock fully buried in her. It felt good. It felt very good. I was glad I had put them off until now. If I had anything to do with it, my sister was about to have a screaming orgasm provided by her own brother. And I didn't have a second thought about doing my sister. She was hot and if she wanted me, I was going to make it a good experience for her. Speaking of which, I stepped up the pace and gave it to her hard. She howled, "You dirty bastard. You are supposed to ask a girl before just driving right in there! Grace, he's being violent. I haven't been fucked in months and he is better than them all!"

Grace was excited and beating on Susan's ass as I drove into her harder and harder. Then all of the builtup tension flowed out in a series of loud screams and top to bottom shaking climaxes.

Grace never saw it coming. One moment Susan was on top of her, and the next moment I was buried in her. This was different sex. I got gentle in a hurry. I had no idea except her saying so, that she wanted sex with me. The still frail body was twisting and her hands were pulling my butt into her, and her voice was saying, "Alex, yes, please do that. More, please more." I worked away, not knowing if she even could have an orgasm with me. "More, I'm almost there, Oh yes, yes, yes."

It wouldn't win a prize, but in her condition orgasmic sex at all was an accomplishment. I turned us over and she rested on me, catching her breath. Susan was kissing and licking both of us.

It got quiet and I thought they were asleep when Grace said, "Thank you Alex, that was really nice."

Susan said, "Alex, you big cocked bastard, how were we supposed to know sex with you is so great? We aren't going anywhere as long as you screw us like that and keep telling us small boobs are good."

I fell asleep with those words ringing. Where did they think I was going with that kind of entertainment right at home?

I was enveloped in fresh coffee smell. A warm body still pressed against me. This was special bliss. The intern, who never got a full night's sleep anymore, was seated next to me in her short nightie. I put an arm around her and kissed the hand holding the coffee. I said quietly, "Are you surviving being an intern? Lowest of the low. A doctor, but not really a doctor?"

She ruffled my hair and said, "You are sweet to say that, Alex. Interns don't get a lot of positive feedback. Doesn't go with the territory." She leaned down and dueled tongues with me.

The other body sat up, minus a nightgown. I licked the nearest nipple and she wrapped her arms around me. Susan tossed her the missing nightie and offered coffee. Grace sipped and said, "Promise me we can wake up like this at least once in a while." She looked teary. I put the nightie over her head and pulled it and her over to Susan's side of me. My arm went around her and my hand between her legs. 

Susan looked at that. "Alex, she didn't mean wake up with your hand in her pussy." Grace adjusted herself so that her arm could go around Susan and bury itself the same place mine was.

"Hmmm. Messy down there but feels nice." Her fingers were pressing mine harder into her. I put my mouth up for a kiss and got two. "I want more threesome orgy, but you have to let him recover."

I stood and made for the toilet and the shower. When I went in the kitchen and kissed them with a clean mouth, they had eggs out and asked if scrambled with bacon was ok.

I pulled their heads together and promised them anything they wanted if I continued to be treated the way they were going.

Susan said, "You better be careful. We are going to start writing down those wild promises."

I fixed up the floor mess in the bedroom and put the sheets in the washing machine. By the time I was dressed and back to the kitchen, a plate of goodies was in front of me. I was absorbed in eating and thinking about yesterday. If they wanted, the three of us could make short work of the teardown from the concert. 

"Hey, I need to go over to the auditorium for a while to break down the equipment."

They looked at me. "What about your new journeyman techs? What about Al and Fred?"

"Well, we don't get double time for teardown, so I'll understand if you want to pass on that."

I had to be more careful. The attack was swift and vicious. "Who are you to be setting our hours? Do you want an instant union grievance?"

Fortunately, hair pulling turned to kisses and hugs and licking.

"Honest, I'd love the company, but you do have to get into those clothes again."

They clubbed me and said they wouldn't think of going to work without the right clothes on.

The gang of three showed up a little before ten, and had everything back in cases on the dock by noon. The super walked up as we were leaving and said, "You three sure get a lot done in a short time. Don't sit around watching the clock, do you?"

I shook his hand vigorously and slipped him a twenty, saying, "Here's something for your retirement," with a big laugh. 

Things were quiet in the van until the intern asked, "When's the next job, boss?" That broke us up, but they more than half meant it. Grace said, "If somebody special comes to town, like Taylor Swift, can you get us tickets?"

Susan's eyes got big, "Oooh, I hadn't thought of that. I've always wanted to be a groupie."

I smiled at them. "Sounds to me that you've changed your mind since Mom said you couldn't go out with a guy who makes his living with stoned musicians."

More hair pulling and kisses. I said, "What about dinner out? Do you have dresses? We have things to celebrate."

Grace looked at Susan. "Is there something in that closet? I only bought casual clothes the other day."

Susan got a lock on Grace and pulled her into her lap. They kissed and my sister said, "I'm getting fond of you, orphan. We'll find something in there, I'm sure."

The shower was getting a workout these days, and I was getting a voluptuous eyeful. Susan had one of her dresses on Grace and was deftly pinning it in here and there. I was on the floor having fun rolling stockings on Grace's legs and attaching them to the garter belt around her hips. 

"Susan, help, he's making me all wet."

"Alex, stop that awful teasing."

I transferred my lotiony hands to Susan's fine legs, rising higher and higher.

"You are a complete devil. Stop that."

I moved one hand to a good grip on her ass, and used the other one for a vigorous rubbing of her clit.

"We won't go out with you if we don't get a chance to get dressed!"

I relented and went to get into my own clothes, followed by a stream of oaths about rude males.

At the restaurant, I ordered champagne and toasted my new colleagues and their strong commitment to bigger and better sound systems. This got me smiles and giggles. "Alex, that was just the craziest thing. Putting on those work clothes and pretending I was a man!"

I took her hand and kissed it. "You looked good and worked hard. I couldn't have pulled that off without the two of you. You are serious you want more adventures with sound?"

"Yes." Susan's voice was excited. "There are YouTube videos about the things interns do in their spare time. One guy put racing engines together in his scrubs!"

"So, one of these times, we take a video of you setting level in your scrubs?"

Grace let out a little screech. "Oh Susan, that would be too much!"

The rest of dinner was fine and laid back. Poor Susan had to go back and get some sleep before another five am call. We kissed and hugged and tucked her into her car. 

Grace was under the duvet, hiding, when I arrived from doing my teeth, killed the light, and crept in with her. I got us arranged so her back was against me and my hand exploring up and down her front.

"Your medicine for our tits is working." 

"Hmmm. Glad to hear it. What do you mean?"

"Your teasing is making us a lot less self conscious. And even believing they are getting bigger!"

I checked out the items in question. There was more tissue there. When she got normal weight back, she might even have an A cup. I pulled on a nipple and she squealed. "Please, that goes right through me!"

"Have you ever worn a bra? Aren't they a nuisance?"

"Yes, but it's so embarrassing when you are a teenager and supposed to be growing them. I wore a padded bra in high school and so did a lot of other girls. You could tell when we took showers."

"I like taking showers with you." I put my head down and licked her neck. 

"Never in my life before the last few days have I had a positive reaction to a man. Now I'm lying here quivering in your arms and loving it."

"I'm loving you too. Maybe that's dangerous. Let's talk in the morning."

For the fourth day in a row, I got to lie in and have fresh coffee brought to me. I curled myself around her and accepted the hot mug. She leaned in with a tender kiss. I sipped and looked at her. She had a serious frown. "I want to know about your work. That was more than fun Saturday. I liked learning about big sound."

"What about school?"

"Can I do both? Take less than a full load?"

I got up, used the toilet, and brought her new hairbrush with me. My back against the wall and her between my legs, I concentrated on the lustrous bob she brought home from the salon.

"You are spoiling me rotten."

"This is the new you, earning your keep. Romancing a guy. Having a future."

She pulled my arms tight around her. "Am I really romancing a guy?"

"Yeah, you are."

"I'm not getting the sympathy card, am I? The recovered druggie card?"

"Don't talk like that. I'll beat you."

She turned over in my lap. "Maybe you should. Just to remember my promise."

I caressed the curvy behind. It was remarkably recovered. Flexing under my hand. Provoking a swat.

"You are tempting me."

She got up on all fours, wiggling that beautiful white ass at me. I knew at that moment she wanted a red ass and a good fucking. She wanted her man to show his lust and love.

She got a terrific swat on each cheek and me buried in her in one giant thrust.

"Oh," she screamed, "yes."

Her wildness drove my wildness. This wasn't loving, it was good, hard noisy fucking. Yelling at each other and coming in a big way. Falling back, gasping and reaching for hands. She leaned on me. "You dirty fucker, I'm in love with you."

I matched her, "You dirty bitch, I'm in love with you."

We clung to each other in the shower, crying. It was the first time I ever cried over a woman. Afterwards, we wandered around the apartment, butting into each other, holding hands...

She leaned up on me, stretching for my lips. I cupped my hands and lifted. "We better not get up this way every day. Nothing will get done."




Just Leave Me



I stuck my tongue out at her. She pinched it in her fingers and pulled. "Ouch! Just for that, you get a treatment."

I tumbled us to the floor and pulled her pussy to my mouth. My tongue stabbed as deeply inside as I could get.

"Oh, you are so bad. Don't stop." I didn't and she came soon after.

I told her to stay where she was and collected scissors and a towel. I sat with my legs under hers, facing the mat of pubic hair. "Young lady, you need some serious grooming down here."

"Alex! You be careful. Please don't take it all off. I did that one time and it was awful growing back."

"Yes, it's like men's shaving. You can't keep starting and stopping." I snipped away, combing with my fingers through the wiry mess.

"What did you think, the night you cleaned me up and found that jungle?"

"I thought it was very unusual and I should get to work and make sure it got super clean. Your bottom wasn't the sweetest at that moment."

"Were you surprised when Susan said I didn't have HIV or STD's?"

We stared at each other. Not time for lies, I thought. "Yes, I was. And very relieved. You were in such tough shape, I didn't think you needed that too."

I continued snipping away. Finally, her woman parts were showing. She was pretty. Generous outer lips, tight inner ones. A tidy bump where her clit was hiding. 

I sat back. "Ok?"

"You're thinking it would be sexier if it was all gone?"

"I'm thinking some day you may want to be in a bikini some place where it matters that your hair doesn't show."

"What if we go some place where I don't wear a suit and it doesn't matter if I am shaved?"

I laughed and pulled her up and kissed her and tickled her. She cuddled into me and put my hand between her legs. "Rub me there, I'm all horny again and it's your fault."

We kissed and made out. She had a soft gentle orgasm and slept in my arms.

Chapter 3 - Grace Becomes a Person Again

"I shouldn't be sleeping so much."

"You should be sleeping as much as your body wants. Let's go do that errand at the college. Then I know a good soup and salad place and after that we can look for a car for you."

"You are spending too much on me."

"We are not running low yet. You can't depend on the lousy public transit around here to get to school."

"I have to be a person again, to have a driver's license. I willed myself out of existence and now I have to will myself back." She smiled a small, sad smile at me.

"Any chance of laying hands on a birth certificate?"

"I suppose. Bangor, Maine. September 10th, 1988. My dad was a state forester for a while. Before he got seriously into booze and killed himself with it. That's one reason why I made you beat me."

"Is your mother alive?"

"I don't know. We never got on. There are two older brothers somewhere. I was the caboose, the runt she didn't want. When my dad died, I knew it would go from bad to worse at home and left. I don't have any connection to my brothers either."

"Let's go online and see what we can find about the birth certificate."

Fifteen minutes later, we found a listing and a number to call about duplicate certificates. I gave her the phone and with the help of my credit card, she ordered one to be sent to the apartment, special delivery.

The next days passed quickly. Watching Grace blossom into a competent adult was amazing. Susan came for the weekend and we had great threeway sex on the floor. And spent time lazing around naked with each other like puppies. My cock never had such a workout. Saturday morning, Susan crawled into my arms and said she was taking Grace to buy some party clothes and we needed to go dancing with her somewhere. For once, I had an afternoon concert and would be home in time for dinner and dancing.

Almost everything went wrong with the gear at the concert, so I was grumpy when I got to the apartment. Grace followed me into the bathroom and I vented my unhappiness on her. She maneuvered me into the shower and gave me the clinging vine treatment, full of "Oh Alex" sighs and moans. Susan heard us and came in to see what was happening. Grace told her I was in a black depression and needed cheering up. Before I knew it, they were both on their knees under the hot water, sucking on me. I was badly tempted but pulled them up and said sex was for later. But got cheap thrills soaping the fine taut bodies and toweling them down. I was even allowed to sit on the floor and apply lotion and lick my fingers from rubbing their sex until they screamed and ran in the other room.

The party outfits were great. Just short of slutty. After a late dinner, I took them to a club where I knew the manager and we mingled with a hot non-druggy crowd to great tunes. Neither one of them was an accomplished dancer, but neither was I. We had fun and they even danced with a couple of guys who asked.

I was at the bar getting drinks when a hand grabbed my shoulder, "Hey, stranger!" It was Leslie Fisher, one of my fellow sound techs. She was all woman and wearing an incredible flame red wrap dress that showcased her big boobs and dancer's legs. Behind her was long time boyfriend Juan Mercado. I kissed Leslie and shook hands with Juan enthusiastically. Over their backs, I could see Susan and Grace looking at us curiously. I had a sudden inspiration and said to Leslie, "I have some new girlfriends with me and want to give them something to think about. What about a giant hug and lover's kiss?"

Leslie was a known terrible tease and did the mash bit up proud. My women were not pleased and rose to walk over with big frowns. Juan was smiling as he watched this. "Alex, you are in trouble."

With an arm around Leslie, I made introductions. Still very dark looks focused on my arm inches from truly large breasts. I said to Leslie, "Please tell them what you do for a living." I stood back and she gathered them in, pressing their heads to her bosum and whispering in their ears, "I am a big band sound tech, like Alex!"

With a big smile, she added, "He never hit on me and I never slept with him. But he is all man. Is he keeping you happy?"

Another addition, as they seemed dazed, "My boyfriend, Juan, is the martial arts champion of Puerto Rico! Maybe you should meet his brothers?"

That got smiles back on everyone and we sat with them for a while. Juan danced with both of my women and whispered compliments. Leslie told me I was lucky to have such nice friends and I squeezed her hand, thinking that Juan had fine company himself. 

As we drove home, I asked, "What about those tits."

Susan was in back and screamed, "I knew you would say that! I think maybe your benefits are suspended. Grace and I will deal with our needs by ourselves!"

I was meek when we entered the apartment. Susan gave me a hip, and exclaimed, "Grace, help me out of this dress. He has to be punished for looking at that big titted wonder, even if she is a sound tech."

In a minute, the three of us were wrestling on the floor, with vile oaths being exchanged. My mouth and teeth were all over their chests. Finally, out of breath, I got them each over a thigh and said, "I am so happy with you both!"

They looked at each other and said, "What is he happy about?"

"Leslie and I are very old friends in the business, but we have never had a thing for each other. So I was putting on that show to see what you would do." They were wiggling around on me and getting wet on my legs. 

"So, you are pleased that we got green with jealousy and beat on you?"

"Well?"

Susan put her head down on me and said, "We should have nothing to do with him. For weeks. That was a nasty trick."

Grace repeated, "A nasty trick."

"I apologize and give you free beating privileges."

They were giggling and wiggling. I was trying to decide between fucking and sleeping when Grace pulled up the blanket and gave me her warm backside. Sleep won.

The sun was shining on me, but they were in the kitchen and I could hear conversation. It didn't seem like I was getting morning sex either.

I was dressed and still drying my hair as I walked into the kitchen. A hot cup of coffee waited.

"We have plans for you."

Silence and tough looks. "We are making a lunch, then going to a sports store to get Grace hiking shorts and boots, and we are going out to the eastside canal trail for the day. It's too nice to be inside."

They made me carry the pack and go last, knowing I would be perving on their muscular rumps striding along.

The new Grace was loving it and having no trouble keeping up. After an hour, we turned uphill toward a bluff in the distance. Susan said, "Lunch up there."

They chatted girl talk and I went over my next work assignments. I would need help with several of them. Actually, with help, I could accept some of the clients I had been turning down. Hmmm. Lovers and workers. Was that a combination Grace and I would like, with company from Susan when she was free?

I put the pack on my knee and handed out sandwiches and fruit and opened the lemonade. Susan pullled my hair and said, "That was a good joke last night but we didn't think it was funny. You are not allowed to play with our emotions. I am your sister and Grace is your new girlfriend and we deserve better treatment."

Oh boy, Alex, you blew that one. I waited a minute and said, "I am sorry. I got carried away and did a dumb male thing. Especially the part about big tits."

They repeated, "Dumb male thing. Especially the part about big tits."

"If you are on your best behavior, we will let you out of the doghouse. And we have news about the big tits."

I looked up in surprise. They were grinning. "While you were in the men's room, Leslie said we could work a gig with her and she would show us tricks of the trade. That's what she called them. And we don't have to dress up like men!"

I put my head down and moaned and cried. "Oh no, my apprentices stolen!"

They cuffed me back and forth, mumbling about getting what I deserved. "It gets better. We are invited to their house in the country for barbeque dinner. We have to bring the wine and the meat."

I remembered there was a pool. "And a swim?"

"Yes. She said no suits allowed. Grace is worried about not being bare like I am."

I hugged them and asked if I was out of the doghouse. Grace was working on equality in the beating department and cuffed me soundly. "Maybe. You are on probation for the rest of the day. You keep your hands and your eyes off those tits." More grins.

My head was down. "Oh god, this is terrible. Those are world class tits!"

"You think we don't know that? This is your test. You have been mouthing off about only chasing girls with small tits. Today, you get to demonstrate!"

We got back to the car at three, and decided to head out to Juan and Leslie's place after finding a market.

I hadn't been to their home before but the directions the girls had from Leslie got us there with no wrong turns.

It was a warm afternoon and the welcome was warm too. The two of them had found an eighty acre farm six years ago that was abandoned by its owners, who moved to town when their health failed.

As Juan walked us around, Leslie provided commentary about how she earned the money but Juan did all the work, stayed in shape, and occasionally won a match with prize money. The renovations were meticulous and beautifully understated. In a hollow out back, under very tall oaks, was a tiled pool. Leslie showed Susan and Grace a pool house to change in and said we would be right back. I told them I needed a few minutes to bring in the wine and meat. Juan said he had to start the grill and left Leslie and me with kitchen work. 

I said, urgently, "I am in big trouble with my women. I've been trying to help them be less self-conscious about their non-existent boobs. I even said I only chase girls with small tits. Then they saw you and me in a clinch last night and say I have been lying. At lunch, they told me I was not to touch or look at your tits tonight!"

"Oh god, Alex," she laughed, "you guys do get yourselves in trouble over tits!"

"So I am supposed to not get upset that you are ignoring my glorious body in the pool?" She laughed at that, and said, "I'm going to go over to them and offer to trade these."

"They like to wrestle." 

"Oh, better yet. I'll swat them with one."

Juan came in and wondered what was going on. She hugged him and said, "Honey, he is in big trouble with his women for admiring my big tits."

Juan laughed and said to me, "Alex, when I first brought Leslie home to see Mama, she said 'Why you find white girl with big melons? You don't like Latina boobs?' "

We all laughed again and went to the pool. Grace and Susan were lazily swimming back and forth. Leslie dropped her clothes on a chair and dove in. Juan stood next to me and said, "Look at that body. Before I met Leslie, I never had a girl who could keep up with me. She gets me in bed and sits on me and threatens to smother me if I don't behave. She gets her legs around my middle and uses those thighs. I made a mistake and took her to the gym. Look at the back and the ass on her."

Leslie had Grace and Susan in her arms, whispering and molesting them. We could hear, "Go ahead, I want to see you suck on them," and dove side by side to get a close up of the action.

Grace and Susan jumped a mile when they felt Juan and me against their backs as they bent over to sample Leslie's teats. 

Leslie said to Susan, "Don't mind him, he knows I'll beat him if he gets fresh with you. But you should let him feel those tits. He needs to learn how the other half lives. You know, these things are high maintenance. The bras are expensive, my back gets sore, there are mammograms all the time, and I have trouble getting the guys to pay attention to their work on the job."

Juan was definitely being fresh with Susan and she was smiling about it. He whispered sweet things to her as his fingers pushed and pulled. His hips came up against her and she flinched. "Leslie," she shouted, "his big thing is between my legs!"

This gave me an opening to get my big thing between Grace's legs. She moaned and said, "You are bad, both of you."

Leslie reached down and got the tips of Juan and me in her fingers, pulling us out from the front of Grace and Susan's thighs. She let go and leaned back against the pool side. "I don't see any problems here that couldn't be solved by a good fuck. Guys, just move them on down to the shallow end."

The flat chested ones complained that this wasn't funny any more. Juan looked at me and I mouthed,"Go ahead, she needs it." 

Leslie followed, rubbing and pinching and encouraging the women. "You'll like this. They have nice cocks. I may need them myself. She helped bend Susan down over the edge and used her hand to open my sister's sex so Juan's big cock just slipped right in. I was moments behind into Grace. They moaned and cried and said, "No, you can't."

Leslie was having none of that, kissing their necks, rubbing their nipples., pulling hair. Juan and I were busy worming this way and that. 

It worked. We got two orgasms almost simultaneously. Good long, shaking orgasms.

We let them up and they clung to each other, moaning, but turned and smiled and said, loudly, "How did you good for nothing bastards know what we needed was a good fuck?"

Juan and I looked at each other, wide eyed and laughing. Leslie inserted herself in the middle and said, "Alex, get a picture of your women with me. If we could just redistribute some of this tit flesh, you and Juan would have three very ordinary sets of tits. Isn't variety the spice of life?"

After I got several great shots, she reached out and pulled Juan to her, grabbing his ass and taking his tool right into her in front of Grace and Susan. Leslie called him names and he swore at her in Spanish. She wrapped her arms around him and wailed out a fine long come as he obviously filled her with final hard thrusts.

Releasing Juan and grabbing her new women friends, Leslie said, "Now that's what I call a good swim! You guys get busy with the meat while we go clean up."

The car was quiet as we drove back to town. Grace said to Susan, "Maybe we should let him off the hook and declare a truce in the tit wars."

"We better, I guess. If he sends Leslie after us again, no telling what will happen." They laughed and giggled.

At the apartment, we were in the nest in minutes, tired from all the day's action. I massaged their necks and shoulders and told them I loved them. They buried their heads in pillows and made approving noises.

In the morning, Grace went to do the coffee and Susan climbed on me."God, Alex, that was such a shock when he just drove his cock into me. I thought Leslie had warned him off but she didn't mean a word of it."

"He gave you a great climax."

"That was a shock too. You are the only guy I've been orgasmic with, and there I was, shaking like a leaf." 

"Any regrets?"

"No! With her there, egging us on, and the two of you with your fine cocks buried, it was almost like a family picnic." She added, "A very special picnic," and laughed. Grace came with the coffee and said, "Yes, that was certainly a memorable picnic."

I kissed them on the cheek and said, "And the chest battles are really over?" They leaned on me and put my hands on their bare chests. "You have to keep liking them, and telling us how sexy and feminine we look."

"And taking us dancing once in a while, so we can show off our assets."

"Yes, show off our assets."

I sipped my coffee and said, "Can we talk about work?

Susan pulled Grace up. "We do not talk about work without clothes!"

Grace decided eggs and whole wheat toast were also necessary to a work discussion. I sat at the kitchen counter with them, feeling pampered.

"Ok. I've been turning down work because I couldn't handle it myself and had no helpers. Now I've got two good helpers, one of whom has limited availability. Should we take on more work, assuming you want to be serious about learning this business and all the great, crazy people involved in it?"

"You treat your help decently? Pay union scale? Get us on a health plan? Don't make crude sexist jokes when we are around? Pay for attractive work clothes?" 

I put my head down and moaned, "I knew this wouldn't work. Did that darn Leslie put you up to all these conditions?"

They pulled my hair and said, "Well, she does have some horror stories about when she started out."

I moaned again, "You've already got control of my social life, and my sex life, you might as well have everything!"

Susan wrapped herself around my head and said, "Alex, we don't want everything, just almost everything. It's ok if you keep that giant cock, as long as you agree to use it on us."

I sat up, turned around, and said, "I'm writing that down for when we go to court. 'He gets to keep his cock!' "

Then I mumbled in their ears, "Those are all good conditions. Do we have a deal?"

They high fived and kissed me and we went to my Sunday concert, working as a team.

Grace and I woke up tangled in the sheet and each other. She kissed me and said, "We have to talk."

"After coffee," which I went to make. She followed, throwing on town clothes. "My first class is this morning. Do I look like a student?"

I gathered her into my arms. She was shivering and said, "This is big step for someone like me."

I held her face and delicately kissed her lips. "Go Grace."

"What I wanted to tell you is I have good news and bad news. The good news is I have my period for the first time in many months. My body must like you. The bad news is that we have been fucking like rabbits, and you are going to knock me up if we aren't more careful."

She looked at me with a smile that was tentative, waiting for my reaction. The rush of emotion almost drowned me. I pulled her close and whispered, "We don't need a baby just now, but I would so like to take care of a pregnant Grace."




Just Leave Me



She rocked with me and broke loose. "Gotta go, lover. I'll stop at the clinic on the way home."

The baby conversation, I called it, stuck with me for several days. That night, she showed me the pill she was taking and threw condoms at me. "You have to use those for a month. I suppose I get to put them on?" She laughed and grabbed me. 

The following Sunday morning, we were lying in the nest with Susan when she said, "He told me he wants to take care of a pregnant Grace."

My sister rolled on me and sat up. Her eyes were big. "Why, you rascal, Alex. You mean that?"

I didn't say anything, just nodded. The two of them embraced, mumbling about babies to each other.

Over a second cup of coffee, after a Grace omelet from heaven, Susan said, "By the time she finishes school, her body should be ready for a baby. Are you going to wait that long?"

"Beats the you know what out of me. Everytime I blast into that damn condom I have to use now, I'm thinking those sperms should be making a baby."

Grace was standing behind my stool, kissing the back of my neck, her arms wrapped around my chest.

Susan crawled into my lap, facing Grace. She grabbed two handfuls of hair and said in her most aggressive, threatening voice, "Does this deal include becoming a husband?"

"I thought marriage was going out of style? These babes I do sound for have big bellies and no ring."

They both pounded on me, "That's not the right answer!"

I lifted them into my arms and tossed us all into the floor nest. I took most of the abuse, loving the feel of their muscular bodies.

They rolled to the far side and had a whispered conversation. After stripping, they attacked me again, getting me hard and naked at the same time. Grace sat on my chest. She was smiling and hot, with stiff boobs and moisture on the sex right in front of me. Susan was behind her where I couldn't see.

"We made a decision to put you out of your misery. It's a good thing you have two lovers, one of whom gets you bareback."

Grace leaned down to kiss me at the same moment Susan lowered her wet self fully onto my erection.

I finished the kiss and pulled the unsafe pussy forward where my tongue could enjoy it. 

"Susan!" she squeeked, "I'm going to come right now. He's got me so hot, oh, oh, oh."

They had my juices going. I shoved Grace to one side and folded myself into Susan until she was underneath, taking the full force of my thrusts.

"Sneaky cunt. Trying to dictate my sex life?" She was going to come herself. Come big. She screamed and shook, "You big bastard, what do you mean you aren't going to marry her?"

She was a really good fuck and I worked her hard. No wonder the doctors chased these beautiful horny interns. "I didn't say I wasn't, I just asked a question!"

"Beat him, Grace! This is our chance to get a commitment. I'm not letting this useless cock out of me until he proposes."

In seconds, we were gushing on each other and falling to the mattress. They climbed on me and kissed all over. I held Grace tight and asked, "Will you marry me, love of my life?"

Things got soft and lovey. They kissed each other and said, "He did it!"

Grace stood and we trailed off to the shower. Susan had to go back early and got into her hospital clothes. I got a warm kiss and she hugged Grace. "When you need something and he is resisting, call me and I'll fuck it out of him." The female laughter was loud.

The two of us sat on the sofa with the papers. I looked over after a few minutes and there were big tears running down her cheeks. My arm pulled her close. She wrapped herself around me and cried hard. "We don't have to do it, Alex, we really don't!"

I let the sobs run down, holding tight and making soothing noises.

"I love your sister, but it wasn't fair of her to pressure you like that."

I grabbed the blanket and got us arranged under it. She was on top, dipping down to kiss me frequently. I closed my eyes and wondered what to say. She was warming up and rubbing on me.

"Say something." Her tongue teased my lips.

"Boo!"

"Stop that! This is serious."

"I know. That's why I'm tongue tied."

I unbuttoned her shorts and eased them down to her thighs. My hands pulled her behind to me and kneaded the globes that she had made me beat on. "The last time we had a serious talk, you made me beat your poor ass until it was red."

She flexed it under my fingers. "I said I would remember, and I do." This time she flexed against my front, which was hard.

"I want more loving, but we have to finish this conversation first."

"Three things. First, I love you. Second, I love you. Third, you shouldn't marry me on the rebound from being a druggie."

More sobbing, and a tearful, "What are we going to do?"

"You trust me with an idea?"

Her lips sealed mine for a long time.

"We are going to shop for an engagement ring. We are going to shop for a pretty little urn. The urn is going on that shelf over there with the ring in it. You will write on a piece of paper that goes in your purse, 'I am a strong independent woman in charge of her own life.' You will tell Susan that you have decided things are going too fast and that the wedding date has to be the 4th of July next year. When she asks what I said, you tell her that I'm not happy but willing to live with it."

"Ooh, now who's being unfair. Your poor sister..."

"Show her that piece of paper, but don't let her know I had anything to do with it. She will understand immediately what she should be doing."

"And it's not blackmailing you with her pussy, is it?" The smile was bright and she punched me on the arm.

I picked her up and walked to the nest, shedding clothes. I was in her before we even hit the mattress.

"There's only one pussy that gets to blackmail me."

She came twice before slumping into a nap. I went back to the sofa.

She woke me, smelling fresh and flowery, with two cups of tea for us. "You fixed me up again." Her hand rubbed the back of my neck.

"The book says sex solves a lot of problems."

She was in my lap and my hand was up under her shirt. Her boobs really were getting bigger. 

She nibbled on my ear and said, "Keep doing that, it feels great."

"I have another idea. There is a second piece of paper. It goes in the urn, and maybe we let Susan find it. It says, 'We are getting married on the 4th of July next year.' Then our signatures. Under that, a ps, which says, 'But we can change our mind any time.' "

I rubbed her boob and she pulled my hair.

"Alex, that is the dumbest thing I ever heard." She leaned and kissed me. "But let's do it."

"I have another subversive idea."

"Did I say you could keep having ideas that involve me?" She was licking and pulling.

"In a couple of months, we secretly go see the head of interns at the hospital and promise to build a new wing or something if he will let her go to the Virgins with us for a week. We tell him that you have to get married and she has to be your bridesmaid."

"Alex! You devil! That's a wonderful idea." 

We kissed and fooled around for a while until she said, "You know what is an even better idea?"

My hand was roaming and she was twitching. "What?"

"I really do have to get married."

I closed my eyes and sank back. "Now, who is being the devil?"

"How could a woman have a better deal than a boyfriend with a doctor for a sister if she wants to get pregnant?

"This is scary."

"How?"

"I just did you bareback and flooded the hell out of you and neither of us remembered I'm supposed to be using condoms."

She was on top. Something dripped on me. "I'm crying happy tears. I'm not letting you wait until next year to marry me. I don't need to check out any other guys."

"This whole conversation was a silly waste?"

"I'm afraid so."

"You remember what you said in the alley when I picked you up? You said, 'Just leave me.' The best thing I've done in my life was not leaving you there."