Motherfucker's Curse - Chapter Four
"Kylie! I mean…Kyle, uh…" I smiled nervously as he stood on the front step. "What are you doing here?"
"You can call me Kylie," he said with a small giggle. "I don't mind. Sorry I'm not really dressed nice though."
"Yeah." I nodded. "You look pretty, uh…pretty."
I kicked myself for that one and opened the front door wide for her…him, I mean. Fuck! He looked like a girl, even in the boy clothes he'd worn to school. He must have just gotten off the bus because it wasn't even three-thirty yet.
"I look pretty pretty?" He smiled as he stepped into the house. "Did you just wake up or something?"
"Me? Ummm…"
I glanced guiltily at the stairs just in time to see Ginny slowly coming down dressed only in her pink panties and one of my old hockey jerseys. My favorite one, red and black with an eagle on the front and my name on the back and she looked like she'd just gotten out of bed too…since we'd been sleeping until the doorbell had woken her up.
"Oh." Kyle's smile faltered and he licked his lips, looking from Ginny to me and back again.
"Hi," she said with a little finger wave, and then ran back up the stairs. I wished she'd have stayed there in the first place.
"That's, um…Ginny," I said.
"Yeah, I know who she is," Kyle replied, sort of sarcastic like. "I heard you broke up with Wendy, but I didn't really believe it."
"I didn't break up with Wendy," I sighed, leaning against the wall and frowning. "It was an accident."
"Okay." Kyle shrugged and an accident didn't explain why Ginny was at my house looking like she'd spent all day having sex.
"She just sorta came over," I said, feeling the need to explain because Kyle looked decidedly unhappy.
"Like me, huh?"
"Um…"
"I thought maybe you'd want to talk or something," he told me. "You know, being stuck in the house and all alone, but I guess…"
"Kyle…"
"…you don't need me," he sang with a totally fake smile. "I'll see ya later."
"You don't understand."
"It's another accident, right?" He giggled weakly and opened the door. "Good thing you didn't say it, Jimmy…"
"Kylie, wait…"
"…or this would've really hurt a lot." He pulled the door closed behind him.
"Fuck!" I hit the wall and hurt my hand, but I didn't care. It couldn't compare to what I was feeling inside.
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"So? What did you do all day today?" Mom wondered, smiling up at me with her head in my lap. We were sitting on the sofa, or I was anyway; she was laying down.
"Cleaned the pool," I said with a shrug, combing her golden hair through my fingers. "It was pretty boring."
"Hmmm…" She smiled at that, but something else was on her mind. "You need to make up with Wendy."
"She hates me," I sighed. "Why do you care anyway?"
"Jimmy!" Mom pouted. "Of course I care. I just want you to be happy, that's all."
"You want Dad to be happy."
"Him too!" She giggled. "He doesn't like sleeping alone."
Great. I could make up with my girlfriend just so my dad could fuck her? That's how crazy my life had become. I wanted to make up with Wendy more than anything else in the world, but only for me. I mean, even from a practical point of view I only had one real choice. Out of the four girls I loved, one was my mother, one was my sister, and one was a boy. That left Wendy as the only girlfriend I had that I could actually marry and live a normal life with…assuming she wasn't still a slut!
But I was willing to put that behind us, just like I'd told her. I could forgive and maybe even forget eventually. All I wanted was to have a normal relationship with a normal girl. Why was that asking too much? I had to change and I needed to start with my mom, except every time I thought I could do it, she managed to change the rules and pull me back down even deeper than I'd been. I didn't understand any of it and all I really knew was that I couldn't do it alone. I needed help and it had to come from Wendy. She was the only one I could trust and a week ago I wouldn't have dreamed that could even be possible.
"Has Dad talked to her?" I asked and Mom shrugged.
"I think so," she told me. "From what I heard, she's been crying her eyes out."
"Really?"
"That's what her mother said."
"You talked to her mom?" I narrowed my eyes. "When?"
"Last night. I wanted to talk to her about the suspension, get Wendy's version of what happened."
"Make sure she didn't tell anyone about us?"
"That too." Mom nodded. "Like it or not, Jimmy…We're stuck with Wendy and we have to work this out."
"Yeah." I shook my head at her. "You and Dad had a great plan, huh?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I sighed. "I just wish you'd been a little more honest with me. All of you."
"We were trying to protect you," she said. "That's all. This business with Ginny is your fault, so don't start blaming us for that."
"I'm not blaming anyone," I told her, just because I really didn't feel like going through that whole cold shoulder thing again.
"Good," Mom smiled and we were still friends.
"Anyway," I said with a glance at my watch, "I gotta go to work. I'll see you later, Karen."
"I love you," she whispered, kissing me on the mouth and giving me her tongue before she'd let me go.
Welcome to my life.
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"Two coffees and six bear claws…" I said, arranging everything in a cardboard holder.
"Thanks, Jimmy." Pete grinned at me. "Hey! How'd that appendicitis operation go anyway?"
"Pretty good." I grinned back at him. "I survived."
"The guys at the station were taking up a collection for ya."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, but we spent it on a stripper." He laughed. "See ya later."
"Later." I nodded, giving the cop a wave and that's the thing about working at a donut shop. Besides learning to hate donuts, I knew half the cops in town by their first names and they were an okay bunch.
"Can I get one of those long, thick cream filled things?" a girl asked me a minute later, and I turned around.
"Kylie?"
"Hi!"
She stood there smiling, looking like one of those Emo chicks with two different colored stockings on her legs, a crimson skirt, and a three different tops one over the other so she looked like a sexy layer cake. Kylie had her brown hair kind of spiky and the tips were pink to match her lips and eye shadow. I thought she looked ready for Halloween personally, but I wasn't into that stuff anyway. I guessed she was though and it kinda surprised me.
"What you doing?" I asked, smiling and looking her up and down.
"Me and Wendy are going to the thing out at EMP," she replied with a glance over her shoulder. I saw Wendy's red Volkswagen sitting outside.
"What thing?" I asked, kinda absently as I tried to see Wendy through the glare of the windows. My heart had thumped at seeing Kylie, but now I got the old kick in the balls too.
"My Chemical Romance?" Kylie said with a look, but I just shrugged. "They're pretty cool. You wanna come with us?"
"Is Wendy out there?" I asked, knowing she had to be.
"Yeah." She smiled at me. "She didn't want to stop, but she kinda did…you know?"
"Ummm…"
"She loves you," Kylie sighed. "We both do, but I know you don't really like me, so…"
"Uhhhh…Kylie." I rolled my eyes, but I really didn't want to start telling the girl how badly she fucked me up inside. I loved both of them and that was my problem, just like I loved Ginny.
"I'm not mad," she told me. "You're not my boyfriend, so...I forgive you."
"Really?" I blinked at her and Kylie just giggled and I believed her. I guess all my girlfriends couldn't be psycho though, right? At least, not all the time, and Kylie was part boy so probably she could understand and sympathize a little more than a real girl could. Maybe.
"I didn't tell her about today," she said softly. "You should talk to her."
"Yeah," I said, wiping my hands on a towel. I got her a donut and a some iced tea. "I will. Uhhh…Don't steal anything. There's a camera up there."
"Jimmy!" Kylie pouted and then laughed at my grin.
I walked out the front doors and then I could see her. Wendy looked a little more normal than Kylie, but still dressed for a concert. She had her hair done up with a lot of beads and feathers woven into it, and glitter too, junk like that. Her face was made-up perfectly though and Jesus! My girlfriend looked hot just sitting there as she rolled down the window.
"Hi," I said with a sigh, feeling my heart ache. The last time I'd seen Wendy, she'd been screaming at me.
"Hey," Wendy said without much enthusiasm. "Princess wanted a donut."
"Yeah." I smiled. "You look great."
"So do you," she said, and then rolled her eyes. "I mean, you look like a donut guy."
"Well..." I swallowed and really wished I knew what to say. "Are you okay? I'm sorry about what happened. I can explain…"
"I hate you," she breathed, hiding behind her black hair and fidgeting with her fingers. "I'm only here because Kylie likes you."
"I wasn't breaking up with you."
"What do you call it then?" Wendy asked. "I saw you kissing her!"
"I wasn't kissing Ginny," I protested. "I was trying to break up with her."
"Oh, sure. That makes sense." She looked at me with hurt eyes. "So you've been going out with her all this time, huh?"
"No!"
"That's why you didn't want to have anything to do with me? Because you were fucking Ginny?"
"Wendy…" I sighed. "She just had the wrong idea, that's all. She thought I asked her out, but I didn't."
"What?"
"She broke up with Chris and I wanted to find out why and then she said she loved me and…" I shrugged. "I told her I love you. I was trying to explain to her, but she got kind of…I dunno…crazy or something and…"
"So it's all her fault?"
"Yeah!" I smiled, nodding my head. "I love you, Wendy."
"You're totally innocent, huh?"
"Uhhh…" The warning bells were going off in the back of my head.
"You're the worst liar in the world, Jimmy," she sighed, looking back down. "I don't even know why I'm here."
"Alright," I said, taking a deep breath and nodding. "You're right. I fucked her, okay? Last week when I was mad at you for fucking my friends. I wanted to get back at you and Chris and yeah…I fucked his girlfriend."
"You fucked Ginny?"
"She was a virgin and…I don't know. I was mad at you, Wendy. I was being stupid, but it's over."
"You broke her cherry?" She actually smiled for some reason.
"What? Yeah, but I swear…that thing in the library, that wasn't my fault. I was breaking up with her."
"Do you love her?" Wendy's smile went away.
"Um…Kinda," I admitted slowly. "Did you hear what I said though? I can't go out with her and I was telling her that when you saw us."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why can't you go out with her?" Wendy asked, sounding almost reasonable. "You love her, you took her virginity, and I know she loves you, so…Why not? You guys sound perfect for each other."
I saw that predatory gleam in Wendy's eyes and they were black as she sat there, glaring at me from behind her bangs. She was looking for a lie, ready to pounce on it. She just wanted me to dig my own grave first. Wendy wanted to hate me, the same way I'd wanted to hate her for the last week or so. Whatever I said, whatever excuse I could conjure in my desperation, she'd hate me for it because I had no good reason for breaking up with Ginny except maybe because I loved Wendy more…But that wouldn't be good enough. Not after I'd cheated on her and we both knew it.
"Because she's my sister," I said. "I swear, Ginny's mom told us on Sunday. She hates me."
"What?" Wendy blinked at me.
"You can ask my dad." I nodded. "He's Ginny's dad, too."
"But…" She thought about it for a few seconds. "You fuck your mom anyway, so why would you care if you fuck your sister or not?"
"I told you before, right?" I leaned close on my elbows, dipping my head to make sure Wendy could see my eyes through the open window. "I don't wanna fuck my mom. I never did. I love you and I don't want anyone else."
"Only because you can't have anyone else? Or…"
"I could probably get a girlfriend if I wanted one," I said with a grin. "Come on."
"Maybe." She smiled weakly. "You aren't totally ugly, I guess."
"Thanks." I touched her shoulder and when Wendy didn't jerk away, I started rubbing her gently. "I just want all this over with, you know? I want what you said before."
"What did I say?"
"That we're new people. That we have to forget the past and move on." I reached for her face and pulled the hair from her eyes. "I want to start over with you, Wendy. I've always loved you; I'm just looking for a chance to prove it now."
"You're never gonna see Ginny again?"
"She's my sister," I said with a shrug. "I'm not gonna forget that."
"You know what I mean," she said. "Are you going to fuck her all the time now?"
"No! Of course not," I promised. "It's over between us."
"And your mom?"
"I'll, ummm…I'll tell her," I said with a shrug. "I'll explain it to her. She won't like it, but she's still my mom, you know? She'll have to accept it."
"Okay." Wendy swallowed hard and nodded her head.
"Yeah?" I smiled hopefully and my heart was pounding. It had been pounding, but I felt an awesome sense of relief as well.
"I don't hate you anymore," Wendy decided.
"Okay, Well…That's a start," I said slowly, and just looked at her for a moment.
"I kinda love you." She shrugged. "I guess."
"Really?"
"Yeah. When you're nice." Wendy nodded and looked me…waiting…and I kissed her.
I leaned into the car and covered her red lips with mine, sliding my fingers into her hair and I could have kissed her for the rest of my life. We were making out really, with me practically on my knees in the parking lot of the donut shop, working my tongue around inside Wendy's peppermint flavored mouth. She kissed me back too. God! What a great kiss, the best one ever because we really meant it.
"You taste good," I breathed a few minutes later, licking my lips and seeing my girlfriend smile and nod her head.
"You got lipstick…" She giggled, touching my face and then she caught her reflection in the side mirror. "Oh…I'm a mess, huh?"
"Kinda," I agreed with smile. "But, um…I'd do you probably."
"You'd do me?" Wendy grinned and rolled her eyes, those gorgeous sapphires of hers and they were bright and shining again.
"Probably." I shrugged. "You're not that ugly, I guess."
"Shut-up!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "You'd do me in a heartbeat."
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Hmmm…" She bit her bottom lip. "You know I'm ovulating, right?"
"Are you gonna make me wear a rubber?"
"No," she sighed, leaning into me and looking for another kiss. "Just lie to me."
"Lie?"
"Tell me you'll pull out," Wendy breathed as her lips found mine, and I really hoped that had been a lucky guess or something.
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Wendy didn't mind sharing me with Kylie, and not only because they really were best friends now, but maybe because she knew the pretty faggot would never be a real threat to her. At least, that's what I figured and it sorta made sense. Whatever Wendy's reasons, she and Kylie didn't make it to their concert and perhaps they'd never really intended to go anyway. They sat in a booth and teased me all night, talking and giggling, flirting with some of the guys who would come in for coffee and donuts.
I have to admit I had a lot of fun too. Just being with them, both of them, made me forget everything else. My mom and Ginny, my messed up dad, they didn't count, not while it was just us alone in a donut shop at midnight. Fuck! They were beautiful too. Wendy pretty much looked gorgeous as always and Kylie was a serious hottie, but the way they laughed and smiled made them awesome. It was funny to see men flirting with them too, especially Kylie because they had no clue that she wasn't a real girl. I almost felt jealous a couple times, but just as I'd start to worry and feel a little insecure, one or both of them would look at me and give me their eyes and I'd just know inside that I had nothing to worry about.
That one night, I thought, was how my life should've always been.
"Shhhh…" Kylie giggled as we tip-toed through her house and downstairs into the basement.
I'd slept down there a few times over the years and it had been finished by her parents after buying the house. The cement walls had been paneled over and a thick burgundy carpet covered the floor. They'd furnished it with well-worn and comfortable furniture, a bar and entertainment center, a pool table and all the casual party decorations a recreation room needs. I'd always liked Kylie's basement and we'd sleep on the floor in sleeping bags sometimes, falling asleep watching movies and eating popcorn and pizza…but not tonight.
"Whatever you do with me," Wendy told me with a smile, "you gotta do with Princess too."
"Okay." I grinned at her as I spread out one of the large sleeping bags after unzipping it completely.
"And whatever you do to Jimmy?" Wendy giggled as she looked at Kylie. "You have to do it to me too."
"That might be kinda hard!" Kylie grinned. "I really wanna suck his cock again."
"Then you'll just have to lick my pussy too," Wendy said, sticking out her tongue at the girl. "Don't tell me you don't know how!"
"What?" Kylie blushed. "She told you?"
"Who told you?" I looked between them. "What?"
"Princess went down on Amy the other night," Wendy sighed. "Our little girl is all grown up!"
"You did?" I smiled at Kylie and thought it might be kinda cool to see her and Wendy fuck. Like a couple girls, I mean, not…you know, the other way. Never mind.
"Sorta." Kylie giggled and her face had turned pink. "She made me do it. I'm not a lesbian or anything."
"Oh." I nodded. "Too bad."
"Yeah, right!" She grinned, throwing an armload of pillows at me and I didn't even bother trying to catch them. I just grabbed their hands and pulled the two girls down to the floor.
"Mmmm…" I kissed Wendy first, Frenching her out for half a minute and then I pulled Kylie close and kissed her as well.
Neither of them were jealous and I only felt happy surprise when they kissed each other. Kylie seemed a little shy at first maybe, but more than willing as Wendy's tongue slipped into the girl's mouth. I'd never seen anything like it and all I could do was rub my cock through my pants and enjoy the show.
"You know I love you, right?” Kylie asked softly, looking at Wendy and then at me. "Both of you.”
I wasn't sure what to say. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say. I loved Kylie, nearly as much as I loved Wendy, but I wasn't gonna lose my girlfriend again. Luckily, I didn't have to.
"We love you, too,” Wendy replied, touching Kylie face and her sapphire eyes found mine. "We can love her, right?”
"Yeah,” I nodded quickly, looking like an idiot probably and I really hoped Wendy wasn't fooling around because Kylie didn't deserve it.
"You gotta say it.” Kylie giggled, teasing me while Wendy watched us.
"I love you,” I told her. "I love both of you, but…”
"But what?” she wondered, touching my thighs as we all sat close together.
"If I have to choose, um…” I swallowed hard and I had to say this now because I wasn't gonna wake up from this dream feeling miserable again. I was tired of lying.
"You won't have to,” Wendy told me. "I promise. All three of us, okay?”
"Yeah,” Kylie agreed, smiling at her I realized the two of them had already talked about this. They were just letting me in on their little deal and I felt a real sense of relief because I hadn't wanted to hurt Kylie at all.
"Are you sure?” I asked Wendy, smiling and maybe teasing her, but serious too. "I can have two girlfriends?”
"Well…” She looked at Kylie and giggled. "More like one and half girlfriends.”
"Half?” Kylie rolled her eyes and laughed. "Be nice!”
"I'm always nice,” Wendy sighed and then they were kissing again and I figured I'd have to get used to that. If I had a girlfriend and a half now, Wendy had a boyfriend and half too, but I could live with that.
They undressed me first, taking turns while we made out, and it was a pretty amazing experience. I had two hot sixteen-year-old girls giggling and kissing me, pulling my socks off, my pants and boxers. Two hands wrapped around my cock and they teased each other as much as they teased me. I caught my breath while Wendy pulled my shirts over my head, the short-sleeved uniform and the t-shirt underneath. Kylie had started unbuttoning Wendy's dress in the back and pushing it off the girl's shoulders so that it fell away to reveal Wendy's perfect tits.
I bent my mouth to one of her nipples and kissed it, pulling the swollen nub between my lips and washing it with my tongue while Wendy started unwrapping Kylie like a birthday present. I watched as best I could from the corner of my eye, wondering just how many layers the girl was wearing. Three tops, the skirt, her stockings one at a time, until Kylie sat there in just a pair of baby blue panties and I could see her smallish cock was hard and already wet. She had a little spot growing and she blushed when she noticed.
"Take them off," I whispered, lying down on the pillows and pulling Wendy with me so she could curl up with her head on my arm.
"Really?" Kylie asked, biting her bottom lip nervously. "You don't think it's…weird?"
"Kinda." I grinned at her and then shook my head. "No, you're beautiful, Kylie."
"Take them off," Wendy agreed, and she'd already peeled her panties away. "We're naked, so…"
"Okay," Kylie agreed, and the girl made my heart thump as she pushed her panties slowly down her smooth thighs.
"She's so cute!" Wendy giggled as Kylie's stiff cock sprang outward and it couldn't have been more than four or five inches long probably.
Her skin was pink and soft and Kylie didn't have any hair at all, not even on her sexy little scrotum. And it was sexy, I dunno. I wasn't into checking out guys since I wasn't a fag, but Kylie just looked…sexy. She wasn't circumcised either and the foreskin stretched tightly over the smooth head, but not totally. We could just see the tip of her naked dick and a drop of precum glistening like dew. Even that didn't turn me off and it probably had to do with Wendy being there as much as anything else.
"Doesn't Kylie have a pretty clit?" my girlfriend teased me, and I rolled my eyes as if I didn't care. "If Princess goes down on you, then you have to go down on me."
"What if I lick your pussy?” Kylie wondered, giving me a sly, sexy grin.
"I dunno.” Wendy bit her bottom lip and looked at me. "Will you lick Kylie's clit, Jimmy?” she purred softly, letting me know exactly what answer she wanted to hear.
"Uhhh…”
"Uh oh!” Wendy sighed as she leaned back on the pillows and spread her legs. "What's our boyfriend gonna do?”
"I don't know,” Kylie sighed, watching me with those big doe eyes of hers as she knelt between the other girl's thighs.
They wanted me to do it and I didn't really have any choice. If Kylie was going to be my girlfriend…our girlfriend…I had to prove I wasn't afraid of her. Wendy wanted to see it anyway and Kylie…God! She'd turned onto her side, resting on her elbow and kissing around Wendy's sex. Her legs were spread, the top on bent at the knee and her smallish cock and balls were right there waiting for me.
I kissed her tummy first, so small and soft. I laid down with them, turning as Wendy coaxed me around with her hands. I wasn't sure what we were doing until I felt her lips on my cock. Wendy could suck my dick while I went down on Kylie, and Kylie could lick the other girl's pussy. That seemed like a pretty good idea to me and I just had to remember I wasn't a faggot as I kissed those smooth, feminine thighs and then a little higher.
I closed my eyes as I felt Kylie's erection rubbing my cheek and her soft, hairless balls on my chin. She smelled clean and fresh, like that baby powder she'd used to give me a massage with. Lilacs. That's what she smelled like and I heard her moan softly as I kissed her hard little cock and then took it gingerly into my mouth. She pushed with her hips, but Kylie's dick wasn't that big and I only gagged a little, mostly because I really wasn't sure I wanted to be sucking a dick, no matter how cute it might have looked.
"Let her cum,” Wendy whispered a minute or two later, and I hadn't noticed that she'd stopped sucking my cock.
And she hadn't…Except it was Kylie sucking me off and I hadn't even realized they'd switched places. We were side-by-side in a sixty-nine and Wendy hugged me from behind, looking over my shoulder and urging me to make Kylie feel good. I felt her fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp as I moved my tongue around the cock in my mouth. I'd pulled Kylie's foreskin back and she seemed to be a lot more sensitive than I was. She wriggled her hips, sort of fucking my face while I held her pert little butt in my hands. I even fingered her a little, finding the girl's asshole tight and wet and already slippery with whatever she used back there.
"Make her feel good,” Wendy sighed, kissing my neck and hair. "She's so pretty. Show her how much you love her, Jimmy. Let Princess cum in your mouth, okay?
"Mmmph…” I sorta agreed, but I really had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't even sure if I was really supposed to suck on it like a straw, or just…lick it a lot.
"Oh, this is so cool,” she giggled softly. "I love you so much. Suck it for me. I want her to cum.”
It didn't take very long and Kylie did cum, without any warning at all either. All of a sudden she sorta jammed her crotch against my face and a rush of something hot and salty and sort of creamy filled my mouth. I jerked away instinctively, but Wendy was right there to hold my head still and I didn't get too far at all. I had no choice but to swallow the stuff and as much as I loved Kylie, I sincerely prayed this wasn't gonna turn me into a fag!
"Swallow it,” Wendy breathed, rubbing her cheek against mine, we were so close. "Just let it happen...A little cum, that's all. Love her cum, Jimmy. Swallow all of it.”
"Umph…” I sorta shrugged, swallowing my second and then my third mouthful of semen and I wondered how much cum Kylie had. I mean, her balls weren't that big, but she kept spurting and I kept swallowing.
"I love you!” Wendy told me, pulling me off Kylie's cock with a soft, wet plop and then she kissed me deeply.
Her tongue went crazy in my mouth, licking at the remains of Kylie's orgasm and pulling the creamy stuff into her mouth so she could share it with me. I hadn't expected that at all, but I kinda liked it a lot, especially as my own orgasm was getting pretty close. Kylie really started sucking me hard after she came, probably because she could finally concentrate on making me feel good. And Wendy kept making out with me and…Yeah! I blew a huge load into Kylie's mouth just a couple minutes after I'd swallowed hers.
"Mmmm…” Wendy moaned into Kylie's mouth and I watched the two girls do that snowball thing, which I'd never heard of before.
That's what Wendy called it though and it seemed almost gross watching them make out around a mouthful of semen, but sorta cool too. I mean, Kylie would push it into Wendy's mouth and Wendy would give it back, the stuff ran down their chins and dripped onto their tits, and those two girls were nasty! It was like watching a porn video or something, except I'd never been into that stuff too much, so maybe it wasn't. Either way, my two girlfriend's were a wet, giggling, red-faced mess by the time they swallowed what was left of my cum and I was already hard as a rock by then.
"We really need to fuck!” Wendy grinned at me.
"I was just thinking that too!” Kylie giggled and I had two beautiful girls looking at the one of me with hungry eyes.
"Who do you wanna fuck first?” Wendy asked. "Kylie or me?”
"I don't want to fuck either of you,” I said slowly, and that surprised them, I was happy to see. "But, um…If you guys want to make love, then…”
"Oh God!” Wendy rolled her eyes.
"He's kinda hopeless that way,” Kylie said with a giggle. "So romantic.”
"I want to make love with you first,” I decided, and I didn't have a reason, I'd just flipped a coin in my head.
"Me?” Kylie smiled happily and Wendy nodded.
"Yeah. Go for it, Princess,” she sighed, leaning against the couch and smiling at us. "I wanna watch.”
Making love to Kylie felt amazing. She had the most perfectly fuckable ass in the world and I tried desperately not to slam my throbbing dick balls deep into her incredibly tight, hot, wet rectum. I didn't know what she used to lubricate herself with, but that stuff was great! Kylie's ass felt just like a pussy, I swear, except smaller and tighter, and that was nothing to complain about.
I just had to go slowly and luckily I'd already cum once that night or I'd have been in serious trouble! We did it doggy style, which felt totally comfortable for both of us and I could watch Wendy watch us. She rubbed her pussy and played with her tits, giving me nothing but approval while Kylie wriggled her ass and practically screwed herself onto my dick. I barely had to move, but of course I did. It felt too amazing not to and I rocked my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her hole while I ran my hands up and down the girl's smooth back.
When I came, I felt as if I'd been trapped in a kaleidoscope of pleasure and I barely knew what we were doing when Wendy pulled me into another deep French kiss. She'd pushed herself off the couch and as my orgasm spilled into Kylie, Wendy shared the moment with us. She kissed me and then she kissed our girlfriend, rewarding us for letting her watch us make love. I felt a little drunk actually.
A few minutes later, after Kylie had gone for a damp towel to wash my cock with, I made love to Wendy while I made out with Kylie and that seemed very strange. I mean, it was totally awesome, but strange too because I had my cock inside one girl while I looked into the soft brown eyes of another. It felt as if I was making love to both of them somehow and I think they felt it too. Wendy didn't interrupt us either, although we wouldn't have minded at all if she had. The girl just lay beneath me, holding my shoulders while I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy and kissed Kylie the whole time.
"I love you," I gasped, staring at Kylie and spurting hard inside Wendy's womb while she kissed my chest. That had to be weird and I almost felt guilty about it, but…
"That was beautiful," Wendy told me. I kissed her for a minute and then watched as she and Kylie started making out again.
I just sat back and let my balls recuperate for a few minutes while the two girls swapped spit and let their hands roam wild across each other's flushed bodies. Kylie started fingering Wendy while the other girl rubbed her cock like an oversized clit. They did that for awhile and then moved to scissor their legs and I realized Kylie was fucking Wendy. Her cock was inside my girlfriend's pussy, but they didn't really hump or anything; they just held each other's legs, kissing their feet and calves while they performed a long, slow grind together. I'd never seen two girls fuck before and I started jerking off just because they looked so hot like that.
After they both came, I took Kylie's place, putting Wendy's legs over my shoulders and sliding my cock inside her cummy pussy. We had a nice long fuck then and I could watch her eyes and kiss her face because Kylie had gotten behind us and I could feel her kissing and licking my balls or sometimes lapping at the mouth of Wendy's cunt where it stretched around my cock. Kylie swallowed our juices, and hers too, as my pounding cock turned our cum into a thin white froth that spilled down Wendy's ass. I came inside her again and after that we were all feeling kind of exhausted, I thought.
My cock wasn't gonna get hard for a week and when it did...Jesus! I had two seriously sexy girlfriends now. I fell asleep wondering if I shouldn't see a doctor about getting some of that Viagra stuff.
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"What the hell is this?"
Not the best way to wake up, that's for sure! We were so comfortable too, it really was disappointing to realize we were in serious trouble. I had a totally naked Kylie curled up against my left side, her nose pressed into my armpit and her hand sort of holding my noticeably weaker than usual morning erection in her sleep. Wendy, equally naked, lay on her tummy on the other side of me, with her perfect butt in the air and a total bedhead of raven black hair covering her face.
We'd probably had sex until four in the morning and I didn't know exactly what time it was, but it couldn't have been too awfully late. I felt sorta hung over actually and I wished I had been, because if I'd been drunk I would have passed out someplace else probably and Kylie's mom wouldn't be screaming bloody murder!
"Wake up! Kyle! What's going on down here?" she yelled, that and a lot of other stuff that sounded pretty much the same before stomping back up the stairs and slamming the door.
"Sorry." Kylie frowned. "I guess she's mad."
"I guess so," I agreed, thinking that was a serious understatement!
We didn't really say anything else, but only dressed slowly and offered each other sheepish looks and hopeful, apologetic smiles. We weren't in a rush because the only thing waiting for us would be a firing squad and who's gonna hurry for one of those? Wendy was already grounded, much like Ginny, and not supposed to be anywhere. My mom had expected me to come home straight after work and there couldn't be a whole lot of straw left for that camel. And Kylie, she was a cross-dressing faggot who already had her parents stressed to the edge. Nobody wants to see their teenage son, or especially their daughter in the center of a bi-sexual orgy!
Being the only real boy, it seemed like a pretty sure thing that my death would be exceptionally painful and I wasn't disappointed...
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"Dad?" I stopped at the top of the stairs where the doorway opened into the kitchen.
"Hey!" Wendy bumped into me from behind, but I barely noticed.
My dad had dressed for work in a suit and tie, but he hadn't shaved as yet and he wore the look of a man dying for a cup of coffee. He worked as a manager at Merrill-Lynch and the clock on the wall told me he'd probably miss his carpool. Dad wasn't going to be too happy about that, but all the same I felt pretty glad it was him and not my mom standing there. Except I really didn't want to see anyone standing there, you know?
"What are you doing? Move!" Wendy pushed me and I gave her a look over my shoulder.
She didn't have her dad waiting for her though and I guess Kylie's mom hadn't called Wendy's parents. Lucky her, but she'd be in trouble anyway, I was sure. Her parents were cool, but normal too, meaning they expected Wendy to do what she was told and sleep in her own bed and not have a lot of nasty sex in someone else's basement. I wondered what they'd say if they knew even half of what she'd been up to lately.
"You should go home, Wendy," Kylie's mom said, not making a suggestion at all.
The twins sat at the kitchen table eating Cap'n Crunch and watching all of us, whispering and wondering what was going on. Their father too, probably. Kylie's dad looked uncomfortable as he sat there with a newspaper and a cup of coffee. He should have at least offered a cup to my dad, I thought, but he looked kind of shell shocked.
"Mom, I can explain…" Kylie started saying, but one look from her mother shushed the girl pretty quickly and besides, we all knew there wasn't any possible explanation except the obvious one - We'd decided to have an orgy without even asking first.
"I can stay for a little bit," Wendy said slowly, reaching for my hand and narrowing her eyes at my dad. I wasn't sure what that look meant exactly, but I thought she was trying to tell him he'd better be cool or he'd be sleeping on the couch permanently.
"Fine," Kyle's mom snapped, and she looked at my dad. "Are you going to tell him or do you want me to?"
"Me?" I looked between the two of them. "Tell me what?"
"Maybe I should take the girls into the other room," Kylie's dad suggested, and I think his wife had sorta forgotten about them.
"What? Oh…Go in the other room, girls," she ordered, and this seemed to be getting really weird as Charlie Brown helped the twins carry their cereal bowls out of the kitchen. They weren't going to argue.
"What's going on, Mom?" Kylie wondered, glancing at me and Wendy as my girlfriend squeezed my hand.
"Well?" Kylie's mom looked at my dad.
"Lonnie…" he sighed. "Maybe we should talk about this first and in a day or two…"
"Lonnie?" I blinked at the woman. "I thought your name's Eleanor?"
"It is," she said with some annoyance, half waving at me while she stared at my dad. "They were having sex, David. Tell him, or I will."
"What are you guys talking about?" Kylie frowned.
"She's your old girlfriend?" I asked my dad, and he smiled weakly.
"Who's girlfriend?" Wendy wanted to know.
"Uh, Kyle…" Dad cleared his throat and I suddenly realized I wasn't the him they'd been talking about. "I have to tell you something, and, uh…it might sound a little strange, but…"
"Oh! Fuck you!" I laughed unhappily, shaking my head. "You can't be serious!"
"What?" Wendy jerked my arm as she tried to get my attention, but the world was seriously spinning out of control just then.
"…I'm your dad, Kyle." My father stood there smiling at the boy, who just happened to look like a teenage girl who'd spent the night getting butt fucked by her brother.
"What?" Wendy blinked at him.
"Mom?" Kylie swallowed so hard they heard it in Pittsburgh.
"It's true," her mother said with surprising gentleness. "He's your real father."
"But…" Kylie glanced at me and his face had turned red, his eyes glistening with tears. Kylie had given me her virginity...and a whole lot more. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
"Are you Wendy's dad, too?" I asked my father with as much sarcasm as I could find. "Fuck! I hate you!"
"Jimmy!" He frowned at me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but…"
"Just shut-up!" I nearly shouted. "I don't wanna hear it."
"...Lonnie was worried about Kyle and..." he kept trying to explain, but I wasn't listening to him anymore. Never again. I was finished with him once and for all, and my mother too. She just didn't know it yet.
"Come on," I said softly, pulling Wendy behind me, and I looked at Kylie. "Come with us."
"Where?" she asked, blinking quickly.
"Anywhere away from here," I told her. "I love you."
"Kyle! Kylie…Where do you think you're going?" her mom yelled, but Wendy had grabbed the girl's hand and we were leaving.
"Let's go, Princess," Wendy whispered, and she nodded. Kylie had to come with us; she was our girlfriend now…and my brother.