Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Barefoot in the 80's part 7; burnout and renewal

Codes; M/F/M/F   6,200 words

part 7 of 7

Summery; I lose everything and everyone for a while, before a sexy reunion with my friends.

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 Barefoot in the 80's part 6; Malu returns to me

Part 7; the great burning

Deena ran out of the house with a thin colorful tonga wrapped around her body.

�Holy shit!� she wailed, looking towards the huge fire that was heading towards us. �What do we do Adam?�

The uncertainty and confusion fell from my mind. I was suddenly crystal clear, my brain going into high gear. This was real life threatening danger, Trevor was a useless fake, the girls were both toasted. It was up to me to take charge.

�Where�s Malu?� I demanded.

�I don�t know.� Deena said.

�Get the dog and get in the range rover.� I said, �I�ll find her.�

Malu was around the side of the villa, staring at the approaching flames. She had a thin blanket wrapped around herself that she was fiddling with.

�Adam!� she gushed, throwing herself at me. �I�m so glad you�re here! I think I had sex with Trevor. Is that bad? It�s bad, isn�t it?�

I grabbed her wrist and hauled her to the car, opened the door and strapped her in.

�Oh Adam, you�re SO beautiful.� Malu declared with wide eyes. �I want you right now!�

�Go out the front gate, turn left and cut through the corn field.� I told Deena, �When you get to the track on the other side, go right, then take the next left. You can get down to the coast before the fire cuts you off.�

�What about you?� Deena asked.

�I have to get up to Dues Germanes.� I said. �Do exactly as I told you. Do you understand?�

I looked her in the eyes; she nodded her agreement and started the motor.

I watched until the range rover got to the distant road; I thought it was stuck, but Deena had only stopped to let a few terrified people into the car. Then they were gone.

An arm of the fire was already across the road above the villa. The only way up to the village was the old walking trail; I ran for the Bultaco. Only the big dirt bike could get through in time. The flames shot high into the otherwise blue Mediterranean sky, soon this would all be gone. The big helicopter had dropped the water and was circling back to take the rest of it from the swimming pool.

Then I remembered Trevor�s hiding place in the hollow tree outside his bedroom. I ran and pulled the cover off. There was a sports bag full of cash, which I slung across my shoulder.

I was well ahead of the fire after a few minutes. The big bike climbed the trail easily and quickly, rattling up the old stone stairway that was set into the hillside a century earlier. I stopped at one of the old ruins and dropped the bag down the well there. Then I went past the old village and up to the Gonzales farm.

�The road is already cut off below Dues Germanes.� I told him, �The only way out is the old road over the ridge to Sao Miguel.�

�That track is all overgrown, it�s not passable.� He said.

�I was through there six months ago; there are saplings and bush, but the Bedford will get through.�

He looked at the massive old truck with its railroad rail front bumper, then at his animals.

�There are a lot of tourists trapped in Dues Germanes.� I reminded him.

�Fucking tourists!� he fumed, �To save them I have to let my animals burn!�

�Come on, get Luisa and the kids into the truck, I�ll go on to Dues Germanes and get everyone waiting at the end of the road.� I said. �The only other possibility is if they send a helicopter.�

�The Authorities don�t even know we have foreigners up here, and the Spanish won�t send a helicopter for Catalan people.� Gonzales said bitterly.  �I can take everyone out with the truck. But my sister Manuela is at the top of the valley with the sheep.�

�I�ll get her with the bike.� I told him.

At the village no one even knew about the fire yet, even though the smoke was already blowing over. I organized everyone and got them into the big farm truck within minutes of Gonzales� arrival. I told the tourists not to try to get their rental cars up the steep rutted fire road. I told them that Gonzales had left everything he owns behind to save their asses, so get in and shut up.

As soon as the heavy vehicle rumbled away, I took the Bultaco up the valley. It was peaceful up there except for the racket from the bike. I had to check each clearing on my way up, and the fire was moving faster and faster, constrained between the steep ridges of the narrow valley.

I saw her, moving up the valley as fast as she could; I rode towards her, the flames close behind me, the roaring impossible heat on my back.

�Hold on tight.� I told her as she got on, �Stand up when I do, keep your weight in the footpegs and keep your knees bent.�

Manuela; my friend�s young sister. She was short and slightly heavy. She had thick short jet black hair and big breasts. We flirted sometimes, I�d even asked her to come out riding with me a couple of times. But she refused gracefully; she wasn�t interested in a foreign hippie boy, I understood and respected that.

There was no way she could have out run the flames on foot; there was no vehicle in the valley that could get up there other than the Bultaco, and no one except me who knew the terrain well enough to dare do it under the circumstances. I was no hero, I was terrified. I was just doing what I had to do.

The flames and smoke seemed to fill the entire atmosphere of the planet. We could hear the roar of it, we could feel the enormous heat of it. I took her away from her animals, her home, everything she ever had. But with the rest of her family, she would be alive. If we made it.

I rode only as fast as I had to, one little accident could be the death of us both. We went up through the forest to a disused logging road I knew. We rode on it over the ridge to the next valley and got to a real road; there we ran into a mass of fire trucks and police cars blocking the way.

I was arrested. They�d been waiting to catch me on that bike for years. Later, when they checked the frame number they found out it was stolen. Since I was a foreigner, I was sent to Madrid. I was unable to contact anyone. The whole valley was gone, there was no address to write to, no phone to call. The judge just scowled at my claim that I was on a rescue mission. I had no witnesses, the report of my arrest never mentioned Manuela. My state aid lawyer was a joke.

I was charged with receiving stolen goods and illegal immigration, and sentenced to a year in prison. Even though the new government was easy going, the judges were nasty bastards left over from the dictator�s reign.

I�d lost everything I ever loved, I didn�t even know for sure whether Gonzales and his load of tourists had gotten out alive. I assumed they had since news reports had said no one was killed. But I knew I�d done what I had to do. Jail and deportation was the price I paid, and I had no regrets.

In my crowded jail cell, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander; I steered away from the girls I�d loved and been betrayed by. I thought of Manuela, her big breasts on my back as we rode for our lives. Her hands tight on my chest, her breath in my ear. I imagined what might have been.

My sexual fantasy was mundane; I could see her big dark eyes looking at me all the time, loving me. Holding hands, walking in the cool bright morning sun of our valley.

I imagined marrying her, living with her. Ok, I thought of sex too. Those big breasts, her curvy little body opening up as my cock speared her. I thought of the way she�d look at me, adoringly, lovingly, faithfully as we came together, as I impregnated her.

My dreams weren�t of sex, but of love; because at that moment, there wasn�t any.

I managed to get a call to my dad in Wisconsin, but he had no Idea where my mother was either. When my sentence was up, I was banned from entering Spain for 5 years and deported to the US.

It was a bad time for me. I was still the weirdo; socializing meant drinking except for the religious nuts, who spent their time praying in church. I wasn�t into either of those things, and I was afraid to look at any of those wholesome American girls too hard, worried they�d get pregnant. I didn�t want to be bogged down in a �normal� American life, so I kept to myself.

My mother did get in contact, happy to know where I was, but she�d moved to a commune in Oregon and didn�t have any contact with the old gang.

My dad and his wife were kind, and gave me a place to live. I worked and saved, waiting for the five years to be over.

At last, I could return. I flew to Madrid, where I boarded a bus and went to Dues Germanes. Or rather, the empty space where it had once been.

The tourist town on the coast was thriving, it hadn�t been touched by the fire. The hotels served alcohol to fat English people on their holidays, and I wandered around looking for any familiar face without success.

I walked up the valley that had been the only home I ever knew. The stream and the rocks were still there. The old steps of the walking trail were intact.

It had been 6 years, and there was a lot of new growth. The valley was green with shrubs and bushes, but the big trees that had made the place so cool and beautiful were gone. So were the people. The houses were empty shells with bushes growing in them. Trevor�s villa was a ruin with no roof, the trees were all completely gone, the pool was a blackened hole full of debris. There was a �for sale� sign on the gate.

After four hours, I reached Gonzales� farm. Unlike the other houses I�d passed on the way, it had a new roof, new doors and windows, washing drying on a line, and an old dog who whimpered and wagged his tail in recognition.

My old friend saw me, and a wide grin of happiness spread across his face.

�I knew one day, you would return!� he said in that thick regional accent I missed so much. �Come inside, we will eat, we will drink!�

Luisa and the children gathered around; their smiles so warm, so real.

�Arrested?� Gonzales wailed to the gathering when I told him what had happened, �They arrested Adam, the savior of Dues Germanes! We all thought you went home to America after the fire.�

�I�m not the savior, I only saved one man while you got out with forty.� I pointed out.

�Yes, but I was already there.� Gonzales said, �You came up through the fire to help us.�

I spent a couple of weeks there. Manuela was married and happy; I was totally choked up when they told me she�d named her first son after me.

The tourists we�d saved had organized a collection for the Gonzales family and raised enough to repair the house, replace the tractor, and buy new animals.

�Half the money should be yours.� My friend said apologetically, �But we spent it all to get started again.�

I laughed hard at his honesty; �No, the money is to replace the property you lost.� I said. �I lost a lot, but none of it can be bought for money.�

But no one knew where Malu or Deena had gone. The visiting Freaks had scattered far and wide after the fire. Many moved to Ibiza I was told.

I stayed with my friend for a couple of weeks and then took the ferry to Ibiza; I spent weeks there, visiting every beach, every village, looking for a familiar face, anyone who could reconnect me with my friends. I recognized someone who told me of a hot blond waitress named Malu. I went to the place, and it turned out to be the club of my old pal, Transit van John.

�You!� he scowled, �I was told you�re dead!�

�Sorry to disappoint.� I said, �I heard Malu was working here.�

�That bitch and her friends all walked out on me months ago.� He said, �Now get lost before I tell Alejandro to throw you out!�

A big Spanish guy with a thick wiry beard and a jaw like an oil drum looked at me apologetically and shrugged. I went back out to the road, and then I felt a vise like hand grab my shoulder. It was the big Spanish bouncer. He looked down at me with an intense stare.

�You are Adam of Dues Germanes?� he demanded, speaking in Catalan.

�Yes.� I said.

�You go to Sant Vicent. You find your place there.� He said, then released his grip but not his stare. He bowed; I�d never seen a person do that in real life before.

�Alejandro salutes you, Adam of Dues Germanes.� The big guy said, and disappeared back into the club.

I wondered if he was a bit cracked or something.

I went to where he said, but it describes a large area of the island. Finally, in a small village near a beach, I saw a sign; �Adam�s Dues Germanes restaurant & bar�. And there was a drawing of the two mountains I knew so well, the two peaks that framed the village that once was. Cunningly worked into the lines of the mountains were the faces of two old women that looked remarkably like the two Marias.

It was mid morning, and it said on the door that the bar opened at 7PM; I went in anyway.

On the other side of the door there was an open courtyard with tables and chairs, baking in the blinding sun. The bar was covered by a low roof and I could make out a woman in the shade there. She looked up and saw me.

Then she screamed.

�DAN!� she shrieked, �DAAAAN!�

A tall thin man ran out of the kitchen carrying a baseball bat, the woman pointed at me with a shaking hand. The bat dropped to the floor with a loud rattle.

�Adam?� Dan whispered. �Holy fucking shit, is it you? We thought you burned up in the fire!�

�It fucking well is and I fucking well didn�t.� I said.

Deena ran out from behind the bar, grabbed me and sobbed. Malu came out from another door. The four of us hugged and cried; I actually broke into tears.

I was sobbing like a lost baby, my arms around the two women; we�d spent many more years apart than together, yet the emotions I felt for my friends hadn�t faded at all. We were all in out mid 20�s now. Malu�s big breasts pushed against my heart, Deena�s slim body fit snugly in my gasp. I kissed one, then the other as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was good to see them, and Dan too, and to know everyone was ok.

�Are you ok?� Deena asked.

�Yes, why?� I responded.

�You were moaning like you were in pain.� She said.

 �I think it�s the pain stopping.� I said.

�So what happened to you?� Malu demanded, �We asked everyone, some tourists said you organized the rescue of the village, then disappeared on a motorbike.�

They all listened wide eyed as I told them what had happened.

�Jesus!� Malu exclaimed, �That�s not right!�

�And now?� Deena asked, �Do you have a girlfriend? What are your plans?�

�No plans, no girlfriend since I left Spain.� I said.

�What?� Malu exclaimed, �You haven�t had sex in six years?�

�That�s right.�

They looked more shocked at that then anything.

�Why?� Deena asked.

�I just couldn�t engage with the Americans I met.� I told them, �Everyone seems so straight; I could have dated someone and gotten laid I suppose, but it would have been a lie. I was never going to stay there, work construction, and be another drone.�

�Deena.� Malu said to her friend.

�Malu.� Deena acknowledged with a nod.

This was clearly a communication �thing� they had.

The two young women stood, and each took one of my hands, pulling me to me feet as well.

 �I don�t know what the situation is with you all.� I pointed out, as Deena put her hands under my shirt to run them up my belly and chest. She looked at me, as stunning as ever, irresistible. My mouth was watering and my cock aching with the thought of them. But I pulled away, literally taking a step back.

�You�re together as a couple�. A triple I suppose.� I said, looking at Dan questioningly.

�Hey, I just work here.� Dan said flippantly.

�Adam!� Dena admonished me, �Are you saying no to us?�

�I want to, I want it more than I�ve ever wanted anything in my life, but don�t toy with me.� I said, my mind, heart, and balls all pulling in different directions, the conflict so intense that my eyes were watering. �I�ve never gotten over what happened. You and Malu and�.�

�Trevor.� Malu said. �It�s ok, Dan knows everything. Adam, I�ve never gotten over it either. We all have some issues to work through.�

Malu turned to face Deena, and then glanced at me while raising one eyebrow for emphasis before kissing the other woman tenderly. Their hands went around each other, their lips met with familiar simplicity, their slim feminine bodies embraced.

�God, I love it when they do that.� Dan sighed, leaning back in his chair and watching them rapturously.

�They were a couple when I got here.� He said, �I was sort of a third wheel for a while. Then�.  It just happened. Like when you and I were with Deena. It�s intense, Adam; not just in bed. They have me by the balls, man.�

Malu pulled up the hem of her friend�s dress, and ran her hands over Deena�s still-perfect ass.

�Dan can watch.� She proclaimed. �He likes to watch us, don�t you Dan?�

Deena smiled in agreement. Dan nodded. My mind went numb, my heart surrendered, and my balls took charge. We all filed into the small living area behind the kitchen, with the one bedroom and the one large low bed.

I was terrified, confused, horny, thrilled. I wasn�t helpless or hopeless; of course if I put myself out there, I could find a girlfriend. But there were issues to deal with, and this was my chance to resolve them.

Besides, who could refuse an orgy with Deena and Malu?

Malu pulled her clothes off first; Deena followed her lead. Dan stood in a corner, watching.

Deena pulled my shirt over my shoulders as Malu pulled at my belt and in seconds we were all naked and on the wide bed.

Both of them had their groins shaved; but only around their vaginas, each had a small curly bush where it would show if they were seen in a casual way.

Living in a threesome, taking drugs, casual sex and nudity were all perfectly acceptable; but if it were known you have a shaved groin, that would be utterly humiliating.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly. �So you�ve made a tradition of it?� I asked, reaching out to run my fingers across Deena just above her clitoris.

�You started it.� Malu said, �Just where did you pick it up?�

�Some things are best left unsaid.� I said as Malu grabbed my stiff rod.

�Oh god I�ve missed this!� she laughed as she stroked me.

�MMM, Adam�s big cock!� Deena agreed, and wide strong shoulders��

Their four hands caressed me, stroking my torso, genitals, and face. I fell back onto the bed in utter ecstasy.

It wasn�t about sex, or the massive orgasm that this was leading to. It was about the love. Deena and Malu still loved me, still wanted me. Maybe it would all end here today, they were both with Dan now. But first I was going to make love with them both.

It was bliss, pure joy. I didn�t need to fuck them; I could, and I would, but just to be with my girls again, to feel their love wash over me was all I truly needed. I felt the strength return to me, that energy that had left me as I watched Trevor push his cock into Malu six years earlier. The simple confidence and joy that had burned along with my valley was slowly filling my chest again, I was returning to a world where I had value, I was somebody.

I kissed Deena, then Malu, my arms around them both as they lay on either side of me, each half on top. Hands tickled my cock and balls, tongues did the talking. Smooth female skin was all over me, their fingers caressed my body. I stroked their clean smooth backs, felt their soft breasts against my chest, their wet mouths kissed my face and breast. I was back, the love of my childhood friends pushed out all of the pain, all the loneliness, and filled my empty heart with pure joy. I kissed Malu, then Deena, then Malu again. I was strong and good-looking, my cock was powerful and confident, I was a man at last.

Malu went down on me, my rigid cock filling her mouth ecstatically as she sucked on me. Deena held my face in her hands, just looking into my eyes for a delicious moment, and then kissed me again. I looked down into Malu�s blue eyes as she sucked out every bad memory that had built up in my head. My cock in her mouth was more than sex, more than pleasure. It was salvation.

My two lovers knew how to share a man. They moved with easy confidence, Deena taking a turn with my penis as Malu kissed my mouth.

Dan caught my eye. He looked between Malu�s open legs, then back at me and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

We knew each other so well; his question didn�t need to be verbalized, and neither did my reply. My nod of assent was only a couple of millimeters of movement, but he smiled in acknowledgment. Then he approached the bed, took Malu�s knee in his hand, and dropped his mouth to her groin.

She shuddered and looked down to see who it was; Deena still had my penis in her mouth.

As his clothes came off, I saw that my friend had filled out a lot. His skinny chest was now wide, his faultless child�s skin was now thicker, less perfect, and more weathered.

We crawled over each other, sucking and kissing, caressing and stroking.

Six hands� I wasn�t sure who had me by the balls, and I didn�t want to know. With my head buried in Malu�s generous breasts, my hand was on someone�s ass; did it really matter which one? My mind was lost in hormone soup, there was no reality. Just pleasure, lust, love, sex, touch.

Deena slid herself down my stiff pole, her vagina as tight and wet as ever; I looked up at her slim elegant body, her angelic face, her perfect thick black hair. Deena was as stunning as she ever was, a world class beauty. And yet despite the love I felt for her, despite the many meals, conversations, and orgasms we�d shared, she was never my girl. Deena was simply too classy for me. I was a simple guy, a slob, I didn�t have the grace Dan did.

Malu threw herself down next to me, and opened her legs for Dan. My friend slid his cock into her, and she looked at me with that bright smile I�d missed so much.

She was meant for me; Malu had simpler tastes, she was more comfortable in rubber sandals than she was in high heels, her hair was usually a mess. Yet there she was, getting it from Dan while Deena rode my cock. Dan stopped fucking Malu to kiss Deena. I shuffled over and kissed Malu at the same time.

Dan could look after Deena�s bitchy needs, while I got to fuck her. I could hang out with Malu, and Dan could fuck her�. And I�d fuck Malu too of course, and Malu and Deena had something going on�. But could that really work? Could life be that good?

We rolled over and I fucked the slim brunet hard, but I was too horny and had to stop before either of us came. I pulled out and Dan took over; we still knew how to work as a team. I went down on Malu, my mouth where his cock had just been. I wasn�t bothered.

As Dan banged her, Deena chirped in that way she did when she came. I�d seen her come with Dan, with Trevor, with Anna, and with me. How odd to know someone so well, so intimately, and yet not at all.

�Hang on a minute.� Malu said, pulling her sweet groin from me. �There�s something wrong.�

�What�s that, sweetie?� Deena said, still breathing hard as Dan withdrew his cock from her, glistening and stiff, still unfired.

�You guys are too straight.� Malu said. �It�s asymmetrical, because Deena and I are bi. Hey, that rhymes�. Anyway, I think Adam should suck Dan�s cock. What do you think, Deena?�

�As usual Malu, I agree completely.� Deena said with a nod and a wicked grin as she grabbed my friend�s penis. �It has to be done.�

The two women pulled back slightly, as I stared at Dan in confusion.  His cock was smaller than mine, and like the rest of him somehow prettier than me. Pale and straight, it stood in Deena�s fist glistening and stiff.

The four of us shared a moment of silence, I think we were all equally shocked at this sudden predicament. There we all were, naked, horny, two guys and two gals who wanted to do it, but weren�t sure exactly how.

Dan leaned back on his knees, resting his hands on the mattress behind him. �There�s no use arguing with them.� He told me, �I gave up years ago; that�s how it works, buddy. People think I�m the big cheese with two girlfriends, but like I said, I just work here.�

�That�s right!� Malu laughed, as if he were joking. �Deena and I decide on everything; the menu, the d�cor, and who sucks whose cock!�

It made sense; it was how they�d stayed together. Dan let the girls be in charge, and he got to have them both. That was the deal.

And if I wanted to fuck them, I had to obey them. I didn�t have a huge problem with it as a concept; I had no gay-bashing friends to worry about, my own sexuality was pretty solid. What I was afraid of was that it would ruin my friendship with Dan. I reminded myself that we�d already toyed with it a little, we�d touched each other during sex and survived.

My mouth watered slightly as I stared at the waiting penis; some part of me wanted to do it.

I got down onto my belly and elbows, took it from Deena, and did it. I was excited, nauseated, afraid. My pal�s cock slid into my mouth easily, tasting of Malu�s vagina. It was solid and warm against my tongue, and actually the sensation was quite pleasant. As Anna had foretold years before, the feeling was unexpected.

Instead of being disgusted and nauseated, I was turned on, elated. The cock in my mouth triggered a primal emotional response that I never knew was hidden inside me.

It wasn�t really about sex; it was about bonding. This act was taboo, to do it was a leap of faith, it was about trust. Any of them could use this against me, they could label me, humiliate me, ruin me if they told anyone. To suck cock together was a declaration of our understanding; we were all together, we were a quad-uple.

I pulled away. �That�s enough.� I declared, sitting up and pushing Malu onto her back. She laughed in surrender and opened her legs to let me in. I�d done what they demanded, and now I was going to have them my way.

I slid my cock into her groin as Dan put his penis in her mouth. The blond made a sound that could have been complaint or acceptance as she wrapped a hand around Dan�s ass. Deena threw a thigh between Malu and I, opening her naked groin under my face insistently. 

My penis was achingly hard; my whole body was tingling with energy, I was indestructible, a fucking monster, Adam of the jungle. I put my mouth on Deena�s vagina and sucked it, licking it, loved it as Margaret and Anna had taught me. I slid my tongue over the smooth groin of the young woman who had loved me, betrayed me, and would love me again. No man could refuse Deena.

Dan was better than me at most things. He was good with math, his handwriting and spelling were perfect, he was tall and good looking, his manners and social skills made me look like a cave man.

But when it came to fucking, I had the edge.

We shifted around, Dan was licking Deena while she kissed Malu, then me, and I banged Malu hard. I had power; I was a dynamo of sex, my big cock was indestructible, I owned this bed, the two girls were mine.

And Dan�s of course.

I pulled it out and pushed it into Deena. She growled, groaned, grunted, and came. I continued, as Dan put his rod in Malu. After a minute, Deena came again.

�FUCK! FUCK!� Dan cried as he and Malu came together in a huffing squeezing squirting sharing of emotion and fluid. As Malu came, she held Dan tightly and looked into my eyes; and I loved her.

I turned my face back to Deena, I saw her eyebrows knit together and I knew she was coming too. I let it loose into her, emptying my long-neglected balls into her.

The four of us lay there in a sweaty heap, Deena across Dan, Malu, and I.

�Wow.� She said.

We all agreed on that.

We all sat out in the restaurant drinking fresh juice and eating lunch. My friends seemed to have agreed on something while I showering.

�Do you want to come in with us?� Malu asked, �As a partner?�

�Maybe he just wants to come in us, not in with us!� Deena laughed with a wave of her hand and a bounce of her small tits.

�There�s plenty to do.� Dan said. �We don�t have much Adam, but the business has potential.�

�You�re offering me a share of your business? Just like that?� I asked.

�Don�t be too impressed,� Dan said, �It�s all rented; income is low, expenses are high, there�s a lot of work and not much money, but it could grow into something real.�

Deena laughed �We know you, Adam! You know how to work.� then more seriously, �We need you. The four of us should be together.�

It was everything I�d ever dreamed of, everything I ever wanted. Yet I hesitated; A one time foursome was a blast, but a full time four-way relationship? We weren�t children anymore. Life was full of uncertainties and pressures. Even normal straight two-way relationships didn�t seem to last very long. The baby question would arise.

Our differences and strengths were in balance; I was short, strong, and handy, Dan was cultured and had a catering degree. Deena�s elegance and Malu�s earthy good nature.

And the sex�. Anything was possible as long as we didn�t get too jealous. If we each could keep loving all the others. If we could avoid serious arguments.

Still, I hesitated. Could it be so good? Would we all stay true through the inevitable difficulties that would arise?

And then the girl came in, and everything changed.

A little girl with big eyes that inexplicably tore a hole right through my heart.

�Who are you?� she demanded.

�I�m Adam.� I said. �Who are you?�

�Adelle.� She said defiantly, �And Dan is my brother.� She added, pointing at him.

 �And how old are you Adelle?� I asked, trying to sound casual.

�Five.� She told me.

And I knew; it seemed impossible, but I knew.

Dan lifted the little girl in his arms, gave her a kiss and took her into the kitchen. I heard the sound of chopping; he had to start preparing food already.

The hot Mediterranean sun was pushing away the last vestige of shade, so we went back into the cool dark bedroom.

�Margaret died in childbirth.� Malu told me. �There were complications, she wasn�t allowed to travel, that�s why she got stuck here on the island. Dan came out to look after her, and here we are.�

�And the father?� I asked nervously.

�Margaret never said.� Deena told me. �She was forty-three, she didn�t expect to get pregnant again.�

Deena had betrayed me once; Malu had betrayed me too. I loved them both, but I wasn�t ready to trust anyone yet, not completely.

�I�m in.� I told them. �I�ll stay here with you all, and we�ll make this thing work.�

The two young beauties squeezed and kissed me, Malu reached into my pants and gripped my cock, and l felt it swelling again.

�And we�ll make this thing work!� Malu laughed.

�And you�ll be in all right!� Deena added, �But we have to be faithful to each other.� She said seriously. �And no hard drugs, right Malu?�

�Been there, done that.� Malu agreed. �You know Trevor spiked me with ecstasy, right?�

�I figured it out. You were totally out of it that day.� I said, running my fingers through her golden hair.

�It was so weird.� Malu said, �At that moment, I was into doing it with him, I liked it. That stuff is strange, man. I once saw a guy on E hump a palm tree.�

�He wasn�t just humping it.� Deena added, �He was in love with the tree, he wanted to have a meaningful relationship with it.�

�What happened to Trevor?� I asked.

�Who cares!� Deena declared, throwing her dress onto a chair. She dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled out my penis, and sucked it into her mouth.

I looked down into her mischievous eyes; I held her head in my hands, my cock bulging in her mouth.

�He went to live with his wife and kids in Amsterdam.� Malu said, taking her clothes of as well. �He told Deena he lost a million pounds in the fire.�

Deena lifted her face up from my prick. �I think that news made Adam even harder!�

�Adam is a hard man.� Malu agreed, getting onto the bed.

I pulled Deena to her feet and kissed her, then got into bed between Malu�s open legs. Her sweet young vagina gripped me just as hard as that day I took her cherry all those years before. I pumped her, kissed her, felt her supple sexy body mold itself to me, her hands on my back as she groaned with the sensation and emotion of it.

Deena climbed on my back, so I was lifting her up and down at the same time. She kissed my neck and face, her nipples scraping behind my shoulders.

I fucked Malu gently and confidently with Deena on my back. I was strong, I had the power to love them both. After a while, Malu came. I looked into her eyes; was she true? Did she really love me after all this time, or was it just sex? I banged her hard, Deena laughing and bouncing on my rear as if she was a child on a storefront kiddy ride

�No, don�t come in me!� Malu said, �Give it to Deena for a while.� so I pulled out and pushed it into Deena, who had conveniently slid off of me and was now along side.

I was now looking into Deena�s sculptured face. Would she be satisfied with what Dan and I could provide? With hard work and low income? I slid in and out of her, my hands on her face as we bonded again.

Malu slid on top of me, her big breasts on my back and her wet vagina on my ass, pushing me into her girlfriend as I came for an eternity, came when I had no more come, came until my brain stopped working and there was nothing and no one except us.

Sex or not, I loved them all. And there was little Adele; I was sure that she was my daughter but I didn�t want to tell anyone.

I didn�t tell them about my affair with Margret, or about Trevor�s bag of cash that I�d recovered from the old well, the piles of high denomination notes I�d dried and sealed before burying it all in a remote corner of Gonzales� farm. I�d seen the corruption of money, I knew how the girls loved cocaine, I knew that it would be far more likely to destroy us than help us.

We would make our own money; it would take time.

I held Deena�s head in my right hand, and Malu�s ass in my left as the girls relaxed against me. I could hear Dan clattering about the kitchen outside, the chatter and laughter from the child as she kept him company.

As far as I was concerned, the longer it took the better.

Ace 2016

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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