Storiesonline.net ------- Jed by Lazlong Copyright© 2008 by Lazlong ------- Description: An old man reminisces about his life. His great granddaughter kibitzes. Is his life nearly at an end, or is it just beginning? Codes: MF mf Mult poly rom cons inc bro sis het ------- ------- Chapter 1 Hello there, folks. My name is John Edward Delany. Most folks just call me JED. My great grand-daughter, Marjorie, talked me into writing this. Well, actually she talked me into dictating it to her so she could do the writing. I don't know why she wanted me to do this. It's not like I'm anyone famous or anything. I'd have refused if it had been anyone but Margie asking me to do it. She can get me to do just about anything. The problem is, a lot of my story is just plain embarrassing to talk about with a young woman. Hi, people. I'm Marjorie Delany. Gramps is an old fuddy-duddy. I love him like the dickens, though. It took a long time and a lot of questions to get some of this out of Jed. He has the idea that I'm some kind of innocent, and that I shouldn't be exposed to some of the things he did in his wilder days. I'll be using a black pen when I am writing what Jed told me. I'll switch to a blue pen if it's something I'm adding on my own. I was born on January 6, 1960. That makes me 85 years old. I have seven children, 28 grandchildren, 84 great grandchildren, and 123 great-great grandchildren. Hell, by the time they really get cracking on the great-greats, you'll be able to populate a small town with my offsprings. All in all, I'd say I had a good life so far. It started out kind of rough. We lived on what my mom called a hardscrabble farm. We had about a hundred acres, but it was mostly hills. All but about twenty acres of it wasn't good for much, except pasture. We raised hay and corn and tobacco. Mom's garden took up about two acres all by itself. We raised a few beef cattle and a few dairy cattle. We had hogs and chickens and a wide assortment of dogs and cats. We never went hungry, but we never had any extra money either. My dad was a construction worker. That meant that he was always on a job when there was work to be done on the farm. My sister is just a year and two months younger than me. Mom, Becky, and I did almost all of the work on the farm. Mom was old before her time because of it. There were good times as well as bad. Our closest neighbor was two miles away, and our closest neighbor with kids close to mine and Becky's ages was over four miles away. That meant that my only playmate growing up was Becky. It's a good thing that we got along as well as we did. Later in life we had friends who said their kids fought all of the time. We weren't like that at all. It seemed like we always knew it was me and Becky against the world. Now, don't get me wrong. We weren't always nice to each other. Sometimes we'd even fight. We'd always make up within a few hours, though. Growing up when and where we did was a lot different than it is here and now. For one thing, I can't remember Mom ever treating us like we were kids. That was both good and bad. The bad part was that we were expected to put in a full days work from as far back as I can remember. That might mean shucking corn, or cutting tobacco, or hoeing the garden, or any of a hundred other things. The good part was that we were trusted to do things at a much younger age. I had my own shotgun and went hunting by myself when I was ten years old. I know that Becky and I were under ten when our parents would leave us by ourselves overnight. Of course we were expected to do the milking and feeding while they were gone. We were also expected to get ourselves ready for school, just as if our parents were there taking care of us. One of the nice things about being trusted was that we could go swimming in the creek by ourselves, when there wasn't work to be done. I had a pair of cut-off blue jeans I swam in, and Becky had a pair of shorts and a blouse. I think I was around twelve years old, when I saw Becky naked for the first time that I can remember. Mom and Dad were very hung up on a lot of things. They belonged to a fundamentalist church, and everything that was fun or felt good was a sin. Being nude with someone of the opposite sex was strictly forbidden. Neither Becky nor I either one put too much faith in our parents' religion, though. Hang with him, folks. Jed tends to ramble. It gets more interesting as you go along. Anyway, on the day I was talking about, we got our chores done and asked Mom if we could go swimming. Mom said it was okay, as long as we were back in time to do our evening chores. Becky and I practically ran to the creek and jumped in. We were having a lot of fun, climbing one of the big trees that hung out over the swimming hole, and then jumping in. It was about our third trip up, when Becky slipped. She fell, almost astraddle of the limb we were on. I little stub of a cut off branch caught her on the thigh and ripped her swimming shorts all the way to her crotch. It also took a lot of skin off of her thigh. I jumped into the water after her when she fell, and helped her get to the bank. Becky wasn't a crybaby, but she had tears running down her face as I got her out of the water. "Are you okay, Becky?" I asked. "It hurts, Jed." "Let me have a look at it. Just lie back on the bank. I promise I won't hurt you." Becky laid back and spread her legs apart. I pulled her ripped shorts aside to look at the scratch. It was wicked looking, and there was blood beaded up all along it. I didn't touch the scratch. In fact, I didn't even look at it all that long. I was far more interested in looking at a part of Becky's body that I couldn't ever remember seeing before. "Honey, it's all bloody," I said. "I think it's just a scratch, though. We should probably go up to the house and get some iodine on it." "Let me see," she said as she sat up. Becky pulled her shorts aside and I had an unobstructed view of her most private parts. I was dumbstruck. I'd had hair growing around my pubic area for about a year now. I could see now that Becky did too. Hers was a light blond, and matched the hair on her head. It was still sparse enough that I had a good view of her most private part. She saw me looking and asked, "Are you looking at my pussy?" "Is that what it's called?" "That's what our cousin, Dorcas, called it. She said a girl has a pussy and a boy has a dick." "Mom always calls mine a pee pee." "That's what she calls mine too." "Well, mine's a lot different from yours." "Can I see yours?" Becky asked. She didn't seem a bit shy about asking. "You can if you'll take your shorts off and let me see yours." Becky and I trusted each other more than we trusted anyone else, including our parents. Neither of us hesitated in dropping our shorts. We just stood there, staring at each other for a few minutes. "Thank you, Jed," Becky said as she pulled her ripped shorts back up. "Uh ... We probably shouldn't tell Mom we looked at each other." "Of course not, silly," Becky giggled. When we got back to the house, Mom shooed me out of the room while she took care of Becky's leg. I would have to say that day was the beginning of a relationship between Becky and me that would last for the rest of our lives. I have always been totally awed by Jed and Becky's relationship. It didn't surprise me that Becky wasn't shy about asking to see Jed's equipment. Women are naturally braver than men when it comes to sex. I'm not really sure why it is, but Becky and I always seemed closer after that experience. The next couple of years went by in pretty much the same manner as the previous ones had. We did see each other naked a lot more often. It wasn't like we went out of our way to be naked in front of each other, but we didn't go out of our way to avoid it either. I guess I was around fifteen when mom decided she was going with dad to a job he was working on that was about a hundred miles away from where we lived. She was only going to be gone for a week, and she must have reminded us a hundred times to be sure and do all of her chores as well as our own, while she was gone. Becky fixed us a nice dinner that first day, while I did the chores for both of us. After we ate, I helped her clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. It was only after I had gone to bed that anything unusual happened. I was lying in bed, reading, and Becky walked into the room. She was completely naked, and to me she looked like a goddess. At fourteen, she had long hair that was the color of ripe wheat. It hung down below her shoulders. Becky's body had started to develop about a year ago. Her breasts were about the size of a large orange, cut in half, and placed on either side of her chest. Her waist was slim, and her hips had widened to womanly proportions. The soft down that surrounded her pussy exactly matched the hair on her head. "Jed, would you do me a big favor?" she asked. "Sure, Becky, what do you need?" "My boobs have been growing a lot lately. They are really sore. Mom says they hurt because they're growing. I was wondering if you would rub them for me." Now, I had certainly noticed that her boobs were growing. Of course I wanted rub them. It was one of my fondest dreams. I scooted up on the bed until my back was against the headboard. "Sit between my legs and lean back against me," I said. Becky did as I said, so I reached around her and started to gently massage her breasts. She gave out a little groan. "Oh, Jed, but feels wonderful. You could keep that up all night." "Now that's something I would like to do. You really have nice boobs, Becky." "They're still too small, but at least they are growing. I really like my nipples. They're very sensitive if I rub them or pinch them." I continued what I was doing for some time, and I played with her nipples as well. I wanted to slip a hand down and see what her pussy felt like, but I didn't want to upset her and have her make me quit what I was doing. After a while, I said, "I've read that it feels really nice if someone sucks on a woman's nipples." "Are you saying that you would like to suck on my nipples?" "Hell yes. I probably shouldn't though. Mom and dad would have a calf if they ever found out about it." "Well, I wouldn't tell them about it." Becky turned around and placed one of her breasts right in front of my mouth. There was no way I had the willpower not to latch on to her nipple. I sucked on it, licked it, and gently bit it. She moaned and groaned the whole time. After I had finished her massage, Becky laid down beside me. "Would it be okay if I slept in here with you tonight?" she asked. "I think I'd like that a lot," I agreed. "Then, take those shorts off. If I'm naked, you have to be naked." Of course I didn't mind at all. Becky got under the cover with me, and gave me a big hug, before turning her back to me. We went to sleep with me spooned up to her back, holding a breast in each hand. I think it was the best night's sleep I had ever had. Women and men haven't changed much in the last 70 years. Women can still tell men just about anything, and men will believe it. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've told my boyfriend, and he ate it up like it was candy. Becky told me her breasts hadn't been hurting at all. She said she just wanted Gramps to notice her. Obviously he did, if he has remembered this episode for seventy years. When we got up, I went out and started doing the chores, while Becky started breakfast. I always thought that mom was one of the best cooks in the world. I think that even at fourteen years of age, Becky was every bit as good. After we ate and cleaned up the kitchen, I asked Becky what she would like to do for the day. "You're going to think I'm weird," she said shyly, "but I would like to go naked all day." I had to grin at that. I certainly didn't mind being naked with Becky. "And what would you like to do while we're naked?" Becky giggled, and then said, "I'd like to do a lot of things. I don't think I'm quite ready for most of them, though." "What kind of things?" I was really puzzled by what she was saying. "Well ... like sex things. I mean, like I've seen your dick, but I've never touched it. I know, it kind of hangs out there, but I really don't know what it looks like up close." "So you're thinking about a little show and tell?" "Well, like ... yeah." "You'd have to let me look at you, too. Would you let me take a close look at your pussy, and maybe touch it?" Becky blushed all the way to her toes, but she nodded her head. "I think you know that I love you, Becky. I think you love me, too. If you weren't my sister, I'd want us to get married when we're old enough. I know that can't happen, but it's what I would like. I don't guess it would hurt anything, but I don't think we should do much more than that." Becky grinned, and said, "I'm curious about doing other stuff. I've been reading this book by Henry Miller. It's called "The Tropic of Cancer". It's all about sex, so it's got me thinking a lot about it." "I know, honey, I think about it a lot, too. The only problem is, if we do too much, you could get pregnant. You're too young to have a baby, and I've read that it would be bad for a brother and sister to have babies together." "Some of the girls at school say there are lots of things that a boy and a girl can do together, without actually going all the way. The only way a girl can get pregnant is if the boy puts his cock up inside her pussy. They say a boy can rub the girl's pussy, and that it will feel nearly as good as if he puts his cock inside her. They also say that sometimes a boy will put his mouth on a girl's pussy. A girl can use her mouth on the boy's cock, too." "Yeah, I've heard all of those things, too. I've wondered if some of it was true or not. I mean, like what girl would put her mouth on a guy's cock?" Becky giggled, and then said, "I'd like to try it. I don't think it would be all that gross." "So, how do you want to do this?" "Well, what I'd really like would be to never have to wear clothes again. I always feel so free when I'm naked. I know that you can't do your chores without clothes on. It would scare me to death to try to cook if I wasn't wearing anything. Other than that, I'd like to be free of clothes until mom and dad get back." "I think we could do that. I agree with you, I feel much freer if I'm naked, too." We went up to our rooms, and stripped. We met in the hallway, and just stopped and looked at each other for a long time. "You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, Becky." Becky grinned, and said, "You're kind of handsome, yourself." I just wanted to say that Jed got all shy at this point. It took me about two days to get the details out of him. I'm not even sure I got everything as it is. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 2 Becky and I spent the rest of the day, naked. We were sitting out on the back porch in the middle of the afternoon, when Becky decided it was time she inspected my equipment. She gave me a big grin, and got down on her knees in front of the chair I was sitting in. She looked at me questioningly, so I gave her a nod. She gently picked up my flaccid cock, moving it around so she could see it from all angles. Every once in awhile, she'd look up at me and grin. When she was satisfied that she had learned everything about my cock that she could, she started playing with my scrotum, and then my testicles. I cautioned her to be careful, and she informed me that she had no intentions of hurting me. I was glad to hear that. All of her attention caused my cock to go from a wet noodle to a steel bar. She smiled real big as she saw this happening. She wrapped her hand around my cock and moved it up and down a few times. "Is that the way you do it?" "Yeah, I guess. It feels good." "Would you like for me to keep it up?" "Yeah, if you don't mind. You need to stop when I tell you to, though. If you don't, you'll get covered in my spunk." Becky giggled and continued her stroking. When I knew I was about ready to explode, I said, "Better stop, Sis." She just grinned at me and kept on doing what she was doing. So, my cum went all over her. It hit her face, her breasts, her belly, and a few drops even landed in her pubic hair. "Now, you have to get in the shower with me and help me get cleaned up," she teased. I didn't mind doing that at all. ------- It was a real letdown when we had to start wearing clothes again. On the day Mom was due to be home, Becky and I were sitting on the porch, sipping on an iced tea. Unfortunately, we were wearing clothes at the time. It was going to be hard, going back to the way we had been before. One of the things I was going to miss the most, was Becky sleeping with me. In one short week, I had grown used to having her in my arms as we went to sleep. I shouldn't have worried. Becky didn't let the fact that Mom was home all of the time and Dad was home part of the time keep her from sleeping with me most nights. Our parents' bedroom was downstairs and our bedrooms were upstairs. Mom and Dad were always in bed by 9:00 PM, so Becky would just wait until they were in bed, and then she'd join me in mine. Becky started wearing a long nightgown to sleep and I wore my underwear. She said if Mom ever caught us, she'd just tell her that she got scared in the night and had crawled in with me. She didn't wear anything under the nightgown, and we always did a lot of fondling before we went to sleep. Becky and I were both in high school that fall. I was a sophomore and Becky was a freshman. We had about a 45 minute bus ride to school. I couldn't wait until I turned sixteen so I could get my drivers license. I had worked on other peoples' farms for the last three summers, and I had a nice little nest egg put away to buy a car with. Becky had money she had gotten for birthdays and Christmas. I don't think she ever spent a dime of it. She said she'd throw that in, too. There was a new girl on the bus that first day of school. Becky and I took the seat behind her. After the bus was rolling, she turned around and said, "I'm Tammy Ellison. We just moved in a couple of miles from here. Have you guys lived here long?" "I'm Becky Delany, and this is my brother, Jed. Yeah, we've lived here all of our lives. Where did you move in from?" "I lived in Columbus, Ohio until we moved here. There's absolutely nothing to do around here. How do you guys keep from going crazy?" "We go swimming a lot in the summer time. In the winter we read and play games. Of course, we have our chores that take up a lot of our time," Becky told her. "What kind of chores?" "Well, we have to feed the chickens and gather their eggs. We have to feed and milk the cows. The pigs always have to be fed, and we have to clean up after all of the animals. In the summer we work in the garden and work in the fields. There's a lot to do on a farm." "None of that sounds like it's much fun," Tammy said. "I never thought much about it," Becky said. "Things have to be done, so we do them." Okay, so Tammy was cute, but she sure didn't sound like someone we'd get close to. We found she was in the same grade as Becky, and that they'd be taking a lot of the same classes. I guess that was good. ------- Becky met me for lunch, and we found a table off to ourselves. We had packed our own lunches, but we ate in the cafeteria. "So, what did you think of Tammy?" I asked. "She's kind of a ditz. I think they were thinking of her when they invented the term, air-head. She's kind of nice, though, and she's hot for your body." I know I had to blush, but I didn't say anything. "From the way she talks, I think she's a lot more experienced than we are." "In what way?" I wanted to know. Tammy came up and asked if she could join us before Becky had a chance to answer. ------- I don't think I said more than ten words the rest of the lunch hour. I could certainly see why Becky said she was a ditz. Tammy's mouth ran the entire time. I don't think she said anything that was of any importance to anyone other than herself. I didn't dislike her, but I certainly didn't like her. At best, I figured I could tolerate her if Becky wanted her for a friend. While we were doing chores that evening, I had a chance to ask Becky what she meant about Tammy being more experienced. "I meant she was more experienced sexually. She told me about all of these different boyfriends she had, and she told me that she had screwed three of them." "She doesn't really sound like our kind of people," I mused. "Do you like her? Do you want her for a friend?" "She's okay, I guess. I don't think she could ever be one of my best friends, but she is someone to talk to as we ride the bus. You might want her around more than I do. She told me she wants to take you to bed and fuck you blind." "Oh my God! I mean, I really would like to know how it feels, but if she's been with three other guys, I would be a little bit afraid of what I might catch from her." "That's what rubbers are for, silly. You can buy them in any drugstore, and they are supposed to prevent you from catching any kind of disease." "I just don't know ... I always thought that you were only supposed to have sex with someone you loved. I definitely don't love Tammy." "Read 'The Tropic of Cancer'. It might change your mind. I think everyone in the whole book was having sex. Sometimes I think that everyone makes too big of a thing out of sex. I mean, they make you think it is something almost religious in nature. When you get right down to it, it's just like a bull servicing a cow." "I don't agree with you there, Sis. I've done a lot of reading, too. I really like the books by Robert Heinlein. His characters aren't hung up on things like most people, but they do have moral values. He has some interesting things in his stories, like group marriages, and incest; but even in something like a group marriage, the people in the marriage are faithful to their group." "I have moral values, too. I'm just saying that sex is a biological function. It's not something sacred. Even if you love someone with all of your heart, you can still be attracted to someone else. I think a person can even be in love with two people at the same time," Becky informed me. "I think you're probably right. It's just that we're only allowed one spouse. That's probably where the thought comes from that we can only be in love with one person at a time," I said. "What do you think about incest?" "You know what they say, incest is best. If you're asking what I would think about having sex with you, I think that eventually we will. I can't even imagine living my life without you in it. Maybe we need to think about our own group marriage." Becky giggled, and then said, "As long as I can be part of your group. I think the taboo about incest is a crock. From what I can find out, as far as four generations back, there hasn't been any bad hereditary traits on either side of the family. I think that if you and I had a baby it would be perfectly normal." "How would you feel if I did have sex with Tammy?" "As long as I got to watch, I don't think I would mind at all. I'm as curious as you are about sex. I'm not ready to fuck your brains out yet, but someday I will be. When that day comes, I'd like to know a little bit about what I'm getting into." "If I did do it, it would only be for the experience. If Tammy is as wild as you say she is, she would probably be doing it just for fun anyway. I would want her to know that before we did anything." "You are such a noble bastard, brother of mine. I think that's part of the reason I love you so much." Becky and I kissed for a few minutes before we finished our chores. ------- The next evening, Becky told me that she was going to ask mom if Tammy could spend the weekend with us. "What brought that on?" I asked. "I had a nice long talk with her today. I told her what you said, that if you had sex with her, it would just be for fun. She told me that's the way she wants it. I think that if mom says it's okay for her to spend the weekend, you'd better have a good supply of those rubbers we were talking about." "Uh ... Does she know you want to watch?" Becky cracked up. I didn't think she was ever going to stop laughing. When she finally did, she said, "She asked me if I would like to join in. She said she'd never done a girl before, but she wanted to try eating pussy." Now it was my turn to crack up, and that set Becky off again. We put our arms around each other and laughed our asses off. "So, what do you think? Would you like for her to eat your pussy?" Becky got serious and said, "I don't know. I've liked it when you've done that to me. I've always wondered what it'd be like to be with another woman, too. Maybe I should try eating her pussy." "That would be hot. I know you like boys, so you don't have to worry about being a lesbian or anything. I think they call it bisexual if you like both." "Actually, I don't give a darned what they call it. We pay way too much attention to what other people think." "Very true," I concurred. ------- Mom agreed that Tammy could spend the weekend with Becky. The next day, I talked to one of the older guys who lived closer to town and he agreed to get me a box of condoms. He said he'd have them tomorrow if I had twenty dollars. That sounded a little steep, but I handed him a twenty. When the guy handed me a brown paper bag the next day, I peeked inside and saw he had gotten me a box of 36 condoms. Now I wasn't feeling so bad about how much they cost. I thanked him and he told me he'd be happy to get more for me when I ran out. Friday seemed like it took forever to get there. I had expected that classes would be a lot more difficult that year, but they weren't. In fact, most of them were boring. The only thing that kept the week from being a total loss was my lunches with Becky. ------- When we got home that evening, we introduced Tammy to Mom. Dad was out of town again. We all got our clothes changed, and went out to do our evening chores. I think Tammy was floored by how much we had to do. Mom fixed us a nice dinner, and afterwards we were free for the night. Becky, Tammy, and I went out on the front porch and sat on the swing for a long while. We didn't say much, at least Becky and I didn't. I was just enjoying a beautiful fall evening. Becky did whisper to me that she didn't think we should do anything that night, but should wait and go swimming the next day. I agreed with that. We told Mom goodnight around nine o'clock, and went up to our rooms. I went into my room; stripped to my underwear; and climbed into bed. I hadn't finished more than a half a dozen pages of my book, when Becky and Tammy came in to tell me goodnight. I got a kiss from Becky that was at about ten percent of its usual intensity. Tammy said she wanted to kiss me goodnight, too, so she knelt on the side of the bed and pulled me to her for a scorching kiss. She pulled my right hand up so it was cupping her breast as we kissed. Okay, so whether I liked her or not, I certainly was attracted to her. It was only a few minutes after that, when I heard Mom coming up the stairs. She knocked on my door, and then came in and sat on the side of my bed. "What's up, Mom?" I asked. "This girl isn't your girlfriend or anything, is she, Jed?" "No. I barely even know her. From what I've seen so far, I don't even like her that much." "Why's that?" "She talks too much." "Good. I guess my worries were for nothing then." "What were you worried about, Mom?" "I was afraid I'd come up here and find her in your bed. I know Becky sleeps with you most nights. I don't know if there's anything going on between you and Becky or not. I've been assuming there isn't." "Mom, Becky and I are both virgins." "I figured so. I do know that it's easy for something to happen that you're not planning. Becky doesn't know it, yet, but I have a doctor's appointment for her next week. I'm going to get her put on birth control pills. That way, if something unexpected does happen, at least you'll be safe." I was embarrassed by the conversation, but I wanted to be honest with Mom. "Mom ... Something may happen between Becky and me. We love each other a lot more than a brother and sister should. In fact, we love each other more like a husband and wife." Mom really surprised me. She didn't blow up. "I've known that for quite a while." "You have? I'm surprised you didn't have me drawn and quartered or something." "You have to remember, I know you both pretty well. I figure Becky instigated anything that happened between you." "I haven't fought it, Mom." "No. I don't expect you have. I can't think of a single teenage boy who would have." "Uh ... Mom ... There's something I want to ask you about. You and Dad used to really be into the church. Over the last few years, it seems like you've been pulling away from it, although Dad doesn't seem to have changed that much. Have your beliefs changed?" Mom sighed and laid down on the bed, beside me. "I guess you're old enough to know all of the family secrets ... Yes, my beliefs have changed. I don't know how to tell you this, except to come right out with it. A few years ago, I found out your Dad was having an affair. It really hurt me. I went to the minister at our church to see if he could help." "Okay." "I told the minister what was going on, and he gave me this big talk about men having needs. I told him I realized that, but that women have needs too, and I wasn't out with some other guy. He said it was different for women. He said that no matter what, a woman should remain faithful to her husband. He said it was harder for a man to remain faithful, so I should ignore my husbands transgressions." "That's a crock," I said. "I thought so, too. Since then, I've been taking a lot closer look at the beliefs of our church. A lot of them are like that. They seem to think that it's okay for a man to do something, but if a woman does the same thing, it is wrong and she is a fallen woman. I don't believe God would think that way." "I agree with you, Mom. I don't think God would think that way either. You know, the old testament was written thousands of years ago. It has been translated at different times and in different ways. Even if it had been translated exactly, word for word, things were a lot different back then." Mom nodded and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. "I asked the minister, back then, if he'd at least talk with your father about it. He said he would, but I don't know if he did or not. I know he hasn't changed. He's still having affairs." "I'm sorry, Mom." "When I went away with your Dad this summer, I confronted him about his running around. He didn't even deny it. I think he's going to end up leaving us." "Maybe we'd be better off if he did." "I've thought the same thing. The farm is in my name. I'm sure I could sell it for enough to buy a small place closer to town. I don't know much except cooking and cleaning, but I'm sure I can find a job of some kind." "Becky and I can help out too. Both of us are willing to work." "I know that, Johnny. Both of you are good kids." "Uh ... There's something else I want to ask you about. You know I love Becky, and you know I'm a virgin. Becky says that Tammy isn't a virgin, and that she wants to have sex with me." Mom laughed. "Are you wanting my opinion about whether you should have sex with her or not?" "I don't know what I want, mom. Yeah, I want to have sex. I'd always thought, or hoped, that my first time would be with someone I loved. I don't love Tammy. I don't even especially like her." "But you do want to have sex with her." "I think it's more that I just want to have sex." "Well, if you want to have sex, and if she wants to have sex, and if you use seventeen kinds of protection, I don't really see anything wrong with it. Neither of you are married and neither of you are committed to someone else. How does Becky feel about this?" "Becky seems to be all for it. I think she wants to watch, though." Mom laughed again. "I'll just bet she does. I think Becky is very curious, but I think she's afraid to jump in herself." "You know, mom, you're getting to be a pretty cool mom." "I just hope God doesn't strike me dead because of that." Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 3 Tammy helped us with our chores the next morning, but she grumbled the whole time. It was getting to the point where I wasn't even sure I wanted to have sex with her. I managed to get Becky off by herself, and told her how I was feeling. "I really think you should, Jed," Becky encouraged. "Just fuck her and forget her if you want to. I agree, she's becoming a pain in the ass. It's a chance for us to experience something new, though." "Could we stuff a sock in her mouth or something for the rest of the time she's here?" Becky giggled, and then she put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Just think of how good it's going to feel to sink your cock into her hot, wet, little pussy." "Are you thinking of sinking your tongue into her hot, wet, little pussy?" "Would you think bad of me if I did?" "Not if you let me watch." "Pervert!" "Always." ------- We waited until after lunch to go swimming. Mom gave me a big wink, when we told her where we were going. We grabbed some towels and took off toward the creek. When we got to the swimming hole, Becky said, "Let's get naked." I don't know if we were racing to see who could get rid of their clothes first, or what, but clothes were flying everywhere. I must say, Tammy had a beautiful body. Her breasts were just slightly larger than Becky's, but they were well shaped and looked firm, with very erect nipples. Her skin was flawless. The most surprising thing about Tammy, was that she had shaved her pussy. It was as bare as a seven year old's. At first, I thought this was a turn on, but then, as I compared it to Becky's, I realized that my sister's pussy was much sexier. We got in the water and splashed around for a while. Of course we did a lot of touching and grab assing and even some kissing. When Tammy started grinding her pussy against my thigh, I said it was time we laid on the blanket for a while. Becky and I laid on either side of Tammy. Tammy was sharing kisses with me, and with Becky. I started caressing her breasts as she and Becky were kissing. Tammy was moaning as I let my hand trail down her body and cup her very wet pussy. I noticed Becky had a hand on one of Tammy's breasts. My cock was an iron bar, as I watched my sister tweaking Tammy's nipple. I sort of pulled back a little and watched the two girls go at it. It wasn't long before Tammy got on her knees and moved around on top of Becky, until they were in the classic 69 position. Becky gave me a little wink before she extended her tongue and took a tentative taste of the pussy that was above her. After she had been moving her tongue over Tammy's moist center for a few minutes, Becky pulled back far enough that she could give me a smile and another wink. "Fuck her," Becky said. "Fuck her now, so I can see it, up close." "Yes, fuck me," Tammy begged. I rolled on a condom, and moved behind Tammy. Becky was grinning as I knee-walked to the other girl. She reached up, took hold of my cock, and guided it into Tammy's pussy. I must admit, Tammy was hot and tight. It felt very natural to start moving in and out of her. I think one of the most erotic things was watching her little ass hole winking at me each time I went in and out. I could feel Becky playing with Tammy's clit with one hand, while she played with my balls with the other hand. I could also hear Becky moaning, so I knew she must be close to having an orgasm. As Becky's moans increased, so did my excitement. When Becky's orgasm started, I thought I was going to lose it myself. Luckily, Tammy started her own climax right after Becky's started. When I felt Tammy's pussy start to flutter around me, it brought me over the edge as well. We collapsed in a pile of satisfied youngsters. I rolled off onto my back, and I felt Becky's hand searching for mine. We held hands until all of us started to recover. I disposed of the condom, and got each of us a cold soda out of the cooler we had brought with us. None of us said much as we sipped on our soft drinks. Finally, Becky grinned and said, "That was amazing." "It definitely was," I concurred. "You guys are good," Tammy giggled. "So, how does that compare with the other times you've done it?" Becky asked. "I've never had a threesome before. This was totally awesome, and Jed is a real cocksman. Any time you guys want a repeat performance, I'm ready." Actually, we used up two more of my condoms before the afternoon was over. Becky told me she had wished it was her pussy that Jed had been plowing. ------- Tammy decided she was going to help mom fix dinner, while Becky and I did our chores. Becky and I were just as glad she did, because it gave us a chance to talk. "So, how did you like Tammy's shaved pussy?" Becky asked. "You know, at first it was kind of a turn on. Then, I realized that it made her look too much like a little girl. I think yours is far sexier. You look like a woman." "You wouldn't want me to shave, then?" "No way." "Good. I kind of like it the way it is myself. Did it feel good, being inside her?" "Yes, but it would have felt way lot better if I hadn't had to use the condom." "When we do it, you're going to have to use a condom." "Oh, I don't know about that." "What do you mean? We can't afford for me to get pregnant." I laughed, and then told her about my conversation with mom. Becky was dumb struck. "She's going to get me on the pill?" "Yes, but act surprised when she tells you about it. She knows all about us, and she doesn't seem to be too worried about it. Actually, mom's a lot cooler than I thought she was." "What's this about dad? Do you think he really will leave us?" "Mom knows dad a lot better than we do, and she thinks he will. Evidently they had it out the week she went away with him. She says the bastard has been sleeping with other women the whole time they've been married. If she's right she should just shoot him." "I'll do it for her," Becky said. ------- Tammy went with us the next morning when we were doing our chores. Mom said she would take Tammy home right after breakfast, so we knew there wouldn't be any other time for us to talk. "Tammy, I really enjoyed what we did yesterday. I think Becky already told you that we've thought of it as just being for fun. Are you okay with that?" Tammy pulled me to her and kissed me. "It was a lot of fun, guys," she grinned. "If you ever want to do it again, just let me know. I'm not looking for a permanent guy right now anyway. I want to have a lot more fun before I tie myself down." Becky gave Tammy a scorching kiss, and then said, "I wanted to thank you for my first experience with another girl. I had always thought it would be kind of gross, but it definitely wasn't." ------- Okay, so I know I didn't say anything about what happened to anyone. I know Becky didn't say anything either. After a couple of weeks, I knew Tammy had, though. Becky and I sat down to lunch one Wednesday, and I could see that she was upset about something. "What's wrong, Sis?" "Well ... For the last couple of days, people have been acting funny around me. You know, like if I walk into a room, the girls will quit talking; or if I'm walking down the hall, they'll look at me and then start whispering behind their hands." "Are you sure you're not just imagining it, Becky?" "Yeah, I'm sure. Now, I even know what it's about. Sally told me this morning that there is a rumor going around. She said the rumor says that I'm a lesbian, and that you're a real stud." "Oh, shit." "Oh, shit is right. I didn't even know what to say to Sally. I just told her that what she heard about me being a lesbian is a lie. I told her I didn't know if what she heard about you being a stud was true or not, Studly." I had to smile at that. "You know where the rumor started, don't you?" "It had to be Tammy." "True. I don't know what to do about it though." "I don't either. Uh ... When Mom took me to the doctor to get me on the pill, we had a nice long talk. She really has changed over the last few years. Maybe we should talk to her about this." I thought about it for a couple of minutes, but I couldn't argue with her. "Okay. We'll talk with her after dinner. I don't know if she can help us or not, but I'd rather she heard about this from us than from some one else." ------- I had noticed over the last couple of days that more people were speaking to me than had ever spoken to me before. At least a dozen guys had said hello, and three or four girls had, too. That afternoon, Carolyn Mayberry started a conversation with me in study hall. "I've been hearing rumors about you, Jed," she whispered. "Oh, yeah? What kind of rumors?" I answered in the same way. "I hear that you really know how to treat a woman." "I wouldn't know about that, Carol. I haven't had much experience with women." "That's not what I heard. I heard you did Tammy Ellison three times in one afternoon, and that she had at least seven or eight climaxes." "Carol, you know you should never believe everything you hear. I know Tammy. We ride the school bus together. I'm not her boyfriend or anything, though. I've never even been on a date with her." "Well, be that as it may, the rumor is going around. The rumor also says your sister is a lesbian." I laughed like I meant it. "Yeah, I heard that one too. That's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. My sister swoons over rock stars and race car drivers and other studly types. I don't think there's any doubt in the world that she's a normal girl." "Well, I don't know who started the rumors, but I thought you should know about them. Are you going to the fall dance this year?" "No, I don't think so. I won't get my drivers license until January. It's not very cool to have your mother drop you off and pick you up." "That's too bad. I was hoping I'd see you there." "Well, I'll have my license for the Valentines Dance. Maybe we can get together then." "I'd like that, Jed." We whispered back and forth about inconsequential things until the period ended. I didn't realize at the time that circumstances would keep me from even going to the Valentine's Dance. ------- I told Becky about my conversation with Carol on the way home. Of course, it made her angry. "You know, it's just not fair. That rumor makes your reputation and ruins mine, even though we're accused of the same thing. Carol was coming on to you. She'd like some of that good loving for herself. It certainly wouldn't make a guy come on to me." "Yeah, I know, Sis. The problem is, the only girl I want coming on to me is sitting beside me right now. I would hope you don't want a lot of guys coming on to you." Becky sighed and after looking around to see if anyone was watching, she gave my hand a squeeze. "No, I don't want a lot of guys coming on to me. I don't want a lot of girls coming on to me either. I can see where this rumor could cause that to happen." ------- We waited until after dinner before we asked Mom if we could talk to her. We all sat down in the living room, and then I said, "Mom, we have a problem. Someone is spreading rumors that Becky is a lesbian and that I am a world class stud." "Do these rumors have any basis in fact?" Mom asked. "The only thing they could be based on is from the time Tammy was here," I told her. I went on to describe everything that had happened, leaving out most of the salacious details. Mom sat for a few minutes, thinking, after I had finished. Finally, she looked at Becky and asked, "You actually had sex with Tammy?" "Yes, Mom," Becky said in a quiet little voice. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes." "Are you still interested in boys?" "I'm still interested in one boy. I want to make love to Jed so bad sometimes that it hurts." Mom seemed to be trying to hide a smile. "I don't think that makes you a lesbian. Don't ever ask to bring that little bitch here again, though. It had to be her that started the rumors." "We already figured that out, Mom," I said. It was probably a mistake for me to say anything, because Mom shifted her attention to me. "So, what was your part in this? Did you have sex with Tammy, too?" "Yes, Mom." "Did you use a condom?" Becky giggled and said, "He used three that afternoon." "Did Tammy seem satisfied?" Becky answered for me again. "She was satisfied seven or eight times, Mom." "So, the rumor does have some basis in truth. Becky did have sex with another woman, and Jed did perform like a stud. I think that the only thing you can do is ride this out, kids. Eventually the rumors will stop. In the mean time, at least you can support each other." "We had kind of figured that," I said. "The main reason we wanted to tell you was that we would rather you heard it from us than from some of your friends." Mom nodded. "My answer to any 'friend' who told me this would probably be the same in either case. I'll just tell them it's none of their business. At least I'll be prepared for it, now." "Thank you, Mom," I said. "You guys aren't off the hook yet," she said. "I wouldn't have thought I'd have had to give you a lecture on being discreet, but I guess I was wrong. It surprises me that there aren't rumors floating around about incest between the two of you. I'd say that Tammy had originally been bragging about how the two of you had gotten her off so well. Maybe she didn't mention that the two of you had been doing her at the same time. If she had, all of us could have been in trouble." "We hadn't thought of that, Mom," I said. "Well, in the future, you need to think about it. It would have been bad enough if you had been watching Becky and Tammy, or if Becky had been watching you and Tammy. With both of you participating at the same time, it is ten times as bad. If the same situation ever comes up again, you need to be very sure of the young woman you are with. You have to be absolutely sure that this isn't going to happen again." "I was thinking about that, Mom," Becky said. "It will probably never happen again. If it does we'll be very sure. I figure we can live this down. If more rumors started about the two of us with someone else, we'd never be able to live it down." Mom nodded. "So, what are your plans for the future? Do you think you'll each find someone to marry?" "Right now, neither of us can imagine being without the other. Maybe someday that'll change, but I doubt it," I informed her. "Well ... I have been thinking about something," Becky said. "It'd have to be with just the right person, and right now, we don't know anyone it'd work with. If we could find someone we both love, and if she'd go along with it, Jed could marry her and I could live with them." Mom fanned her face and laughed. "Oh, my, girl, you're going to be the death of me, yet. I guess that is an option. It's just not one I'd have ever thought of." Becky was a girl after my own heart. That was very progressive thinking for that time period. Hell, it'd even be progressive thinking for this time period. Things are a lot different in 2045. No one even blinks an eye at incest any more. Indecent exposure laws? Forget it. If I want to go shopping in the nude, no one would say a thing about it. The same is true with same sex and multi-partner marriages. Why is it so different? Mostly because of Jed and Becky. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 4 The rumors did die down eventually. They had one lasting affect, though. My reputation was made. I think I could have asked out any girl in school, who wasn't going steady, and she'd have gone out with me. I didn't ask any of them out. In January, I got my drivers license, and Becky and I bought a car. It wasn't anything fancy, just basic transportation. It's main advantage was that we didn't have to ride the school bus. On the first of February, we got word that Dad had been killed in an accident on the job. He had been working on a high-rise in Houston, and he fell from the tenth floor. Some of the guys he worked with said he had been drinking. Others said that the engineer in charge of the project had deliberately left out some to the safety precautions to speed up the job. The OSHA investigators declared the site to be unsafe, and shut down the job until it was brought up to standard. Mom told us that she really wasn't that upset about Dad getting killed. She said he had told her he was leaving us as soon as this job was finished. It didn't bother Becky or me that much either. We hardly knew the guy. One good thing came out of it. Dad had a good sized insurance policy through his union, and he hadn't changed the beneficiary as yet. Another good thing was that the construction company Dad was working for at the time was very anxious to settle without a lawsuit. Mom got a lawyer to do the negotiations for us, and he did a very good job of it. When the dust had settled, we weren't rich, but we were certainly comfortable. The evening after Mom had accepted the company's settlement offer, she asked Becky and me to sit down and talk with her. "I want to get off of this damned farm," Mom told us. "My question for you guys is, do we do it now, or do we wait until school is out? It will probably mean changing schools, since I want to move closer to town." Becky and I looked at each other and smiled. "Now," I said. "Okay, I'll start looking tomorrow. I'll give you guys a chance to look at anything I'm interested in before I make an offer." "This is going to be your house, probably for a long time, Mom. Jed and I will be moving out within three years. You really don't have to consult us," Becky informed her. "Yes I do," Mom said. "Wherever I am will always be your home, even if you aren't living there." ------- It took Mom over a month to find just what she wanted in a house. Becky and I agreed it was a nice place. By the time all of the closing was done, it was the middle of May, so we decided to make the move when school was out. Mom put the farm up for sale, and we were surprised that it sold by the time we moved. Mom had gone all out on the house. It was a three bedroom ranch style, with cedar and stone, and a lot of glass. It had three large bedrooms, two baths, and it was on a five acre lot. The place had a pool and a hot tub and a back yard that was completely enclosed by trees. It was almost as private as being on the farm. Moving wasn't all that difficult. Mom had bought all new furniture for the new house, so she contacted a dealer and sold all of our old furniture to him. All we really had to move was our clothes, kitchen stuff, and things like that. I liked our next door neighbor from the moment I saw her. Karen Coffman was a very pretty girl, but she didn't act like she knew it. Becky liked her too, and the two of them quickly became friends. The good thing was, they seemed to want to include me any time they got together. Karen proved to me right away that she had a mind of her own. She absolutely refused to call me Jed. To her I was, then and always, "Johnny". I kind of liked that. Mom or Becky would sometimes called me, Johnny, and I had always liked that, too. Becky and I spent a lot of time with Karen that summer. We swam together; soaked in the hot tub; rode bicycles; took drives; and talked. God, did we talk. We discussed everything under the sun. Karen was as much a free thinker as Becky and I were. By the middle of summer. I knew I was in love with Karen. One night, as we were snuggling in bed, I brought it up to Becky. "Becks, what do you think of Karen?" I asked. Becky giggled, and said, "I think that someday we'll probably marry her. If she can live with the fact that I'll be part of the marriage, that is." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you," I teased. "Damned straight." Becky and I still hadn't gone all the way. We had oral sex a couple of times a week and we masturbated each other more often than that. Something had always held us back from having intercourse. Becky and I started thinking seriously about Karen. I knew I was falling for her, so I asked Becky how she felt about her. "I think Karen is very special. I think I feel about the same as you do about her. I'm just afraid that if we bring it up to her, she'll freak out. How should we go about this?" Becky asked. "It might be best if I approached her first," I said. "Maybe it would be better if I told her I was in love with her, before we ever mentioned that you feel the same way." Neither of us were thrilled with going about it that way, but both of us thought it was the best approach. ------- We were supposed to meet Karen for a bike ride the next morning. Becky stayed home, so I would have a chance to talk with Karen by myself. She was a little bit surprised to see me show up without Becky, but didn't hesitate to go with me. We rode down to the park, and sat down on our favorite bench, overlooking the duck pond. Even though there was plenty of room on the bench, Karen sat fairly close to me. "Karen, I know we've only known each other for a little over month, but I've come to like you an awful lot during that time. Not only are you one of the prettiest girls have I ever seen, but you're also smart and funny, and a pleasure to be around. I don't want to scare you off, but in this short time, I've fallen in love with you," I told her. Karen sat there for a couple of minutes, quietly thinking about what I told her. Finally, she took my hand in hers, and said, "Your telling me you love me certainly doesn't scare me off. I don't think I've ever been around two people I felt closer to, then you and Becky. Am I in love with you?" She looked up into my eyes and smiled before she went on, "Yes, I am, with all of my heart." Karen and I put our arms around each other for the first time. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world as we leaned together and our lips met. It wasn't a passionate kiss; it was a very loving kiss. It was a kiss of promise. A kiss of things to come. "So, is this why Becky was conveniently not feeling well this morning?" Karen asked with a big grin. "Yes, I'm afraid so," I answered truthfully. "She didn't want to be in our way if you said you liked me, too." We kissed again, and then sat holding each other for several minutes. Finally, Karen said, "I've been wondering for some time about you and Becky. It's seems to me that you are much closer than a brother and sister. It's almost like you are a boyfriend and girlfriend. Is that correct, or am I misunderstanding your relationship?" "I don't know what to say, Karen. Becky and I are much closer than most brothers and sisters. This is something the three of us should probably talk about together." "How does Becky feel about me? Is she in love with me, too?" "Yes, I guess she is. Becky isn't a lesbian, but she is physically attracted to you as well. Does that scare the crap out of you?" Karen giggled, which did marvelous things to her wonderful breast that was pressing into my side. "I guess it should scare me, but it doesn't. I'm not a lesbian either," she said as she hugged me tighter, "but, I'm attracted to her, too. I guess if I admit it, I'm more than a little bit in love with her, too. That has to be the strangest thing I've ever said. I would have never even thought I could love another woman." "It doesn't seem all that strange to me," I told her. "Becky is a very lovable young woman." Karen was very thoughtful again, so I kissed her on the end of her nose, and let her think for a minute or two. "So, if you and I became serious about each other, how would Becky fit in?" "I guess most of that would depend on you," I said. "Becky and I have talked about it. What we would like is to have an equal, three way relationship, in which each of us would love the other two, equally. Hopefully, we could share in everything." "That is a novel idea. It's also a very exciting idea. Do you think we could make something like that work?" I sighed, and thought for a minute before I answered. "I'd like to think that we could. I guess a lot of it would depend on whether we could keep from being jealous of each other. I don't think I'd be jealous of you and Becky. I don't think Becky would be jealous of you and me." "Have you and Becky had sex?" "Why don't we go and get Becky, so we can talk about this together? I'm not really comfortable talking about what she and I have done, without her being there." Karen agreed, so we rode back to the house. Of course, we had to exchange a few kisses before we left. ------- Mom said Becky was out by the pool, so I got Cokes for all of us and Karen and I joined her. Becky was lying on a blanket, so I smacked her on the butt and told her to make room for us. Becky moved over to one side of the blanket, so I motioned for Karen to lay beside her. I laid down beside Karen. "Karen and I have been talking, Sis," I said. "And?" "Well, we've decided I have to dump you." I heard Becky gasp, then Karen slapped me and said, "He's not telling you the truth, Becky. We have been talking, but no one said anything about dumping you." "He's going to pay for that," Becky growled. "What have you been talking about?" "About us ... The three of us," Karen said. "About how we could make a three way relationship work." "You mean you feel about us the way we feel about you?" "Yes. I love Johnny with all of my heart. I think I love you just as much. We got to talking about how we could avoid jealousy, and I asked Johnny what you and he had done together. He said he wasn't comfortable talking about that unless you were there, too." "He really is a wonderful guy," Becky said. "Jed and I haven't had intercourse. We have done just about everything else. We also sleep together every night. Does any of that make you jealous?" "Hell, yes. It makes me jealous that I can't sleep with you guys every night. Maybe it should make me jealous that the two of you have done other things together, but it doesn't." "Have you ever made love to another girl?" Becky asked. "No. I've never even thought of kissing another girl, until you showed up. Have you ever made love to another girl?" "Yes. Once. It was nice, but we were just doing it for fun, so there wasn't any love there. It was just sex. I had thought it would be gross, but it wasn't. It was a little disappointing because it was just a mechanical act, rather than an act of love." We went on to tell Karen about our experience with Tammy. She was really pissed off that Tammy had started rumors about us. I leaned up on my elbow, so I could see Becky. She and Karen were holding hands. I was smiling as I said, "I think we should get to know each other a little better before we get into a physical relationship. I mean, hugging and kissing, and holding hands are okay, but I want you to be absolutely sure about us, Karen, before we go any farther." "I agree," Karen said. "I would like very much to kiss your sister right now, though." "Then go for it," I told her. They did. My heart felt very full as I watched them. Was I jealous? No way in hell. It felt good to see the two women I love the most making each other feel good. When they finally broke apart, Karen rolled so she was facing me, and then she kissed me like there was no tomorrow. After an eon or two, Karen pulled back and said, "Kiss your sister." Becky squealed and launched herself across Karen, until she was lying on top of me. She kissed me quite as thoroughly as Karen had. When we parted, I looked at Karen and she was smiling. "Jealous?" I asked. "Not in the least." It's kind of hard to manage a three way hug when you're all three lying down, but we managed it. It was a wonderful feeling of love, and sharing. ------- I think Becky and I just about wore Karen's lips out that afternoon. We did a lot of talking, too. We talked about love, relationships, sex, and lifestyles. We told Karen everything about our one time with Tammy and about the rumors she started. We talked about the need for secrecy, and about our parents. Becky and I had met Karen's parents, but we really didn't know them. Karen said they were good parents, and that they wouldn't have any problem with Karen and me dating. She didn't think we should tell them about how Becky fit in as yet. We couldn't argue with her. We told Karen about Mom. "She already knows we're going to end up in a three way marriage," Becky told her. "She doesn't have any problem with that. After the Tammy thing, she is going to be a little suspicious of anyone at first, though." "Guys, I'm not sure I'm ready to jump right in to a sexual relationship," Karen said. "I'm still a virgin, and I want to stay that way until I'm sure." "I'm still a virgin, too," Becky said. "I think I'm ready to go all the way, but Jed and I have been a little reluctant to carry things that far. I think we've been waiting for the right person to be with us when that happens. We've done about everything else, though." Karen wanted to know what all we had done, so Becky told her in more detail than we had used before. Karen started squirming around on the blanket as she listened to Becky. ------- We did talk to Mom about Karen, right after dinner. Mom was more than a little worried about it. "What have you done with her, and what have you told her?" Mom asked, the concern written on her face. "All we've done with her is kiss her," Becky told her. "We've told her everything, though." "What you told her didn't bother her?" "No, Mom. Karen loves us and we love her. We even told her about what happened with Tammy, and she wanted to go cut Tammy's boobs off." Mom smiled before she said, "I thought of that, too." Mom looked at us, speculatively, for a minute, and asked, "Do you think this is a grownup kind of love?" "We know it is, Mom. Karen is a very special kind of person. We've talked about a million things with her. We know her well and she knows us. The problem with Tammy was that we didn't know her before we had sex with her." "Is Karen as experienced as Tammy was?" "Karen is a virgin, just like Becky," I said. "Well, virgin or not, you need to wear a condom if you have sex with her. You guys are too young to be having a baby." "Karen isn't ready to have sex yet," I said. "We're just going to take things slowly. When we are ready, we'll be sure to take whatever precautions are necessary." I'm not sure mom was totally convinced, but at least she didn't give us a hard time about it. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 5 We told Karen the next day about our conversation with mom. She said she had been talking with her parents, too. "Are they ready to string us up?" I asked. Karen laughed. "They weren't too happy about me saying I'm in love with both of you. We had a long talk about it, though. I don't think they're going to shoot either of you when you come over to our house next." "Did they get upset about Jed and me?" Becky asked. "That never really came up. I'm sure they wouldn't be happy about it, but as long as they don't think we're all three together at the same time, I think they'll accept it." "They are probably going to figure it out sometime. Are they going to forbid you to see us if they do?" I asked. "I don't think so. They might yell at me a little, but eventually, when they see I am very serious about this, they'll give in. They really do love me. They just want what's best for me." "I can understand that. That's pretty much the way mom is. If this had been a few years ago she would have had our heads if she knew Becky and I were in love with each other. Her and dad were really into this fundamentalist church. Anything, and everything was a sin." "Yeah, dad was even worse than mom," Becky said. "Dad saw me in my panties and bra a couple of years ago. Hell, I really didn't even need the bra at that time. He called me a slut and preached at me for half an hour." "At least mom and dad have never been into anything like that," Karen said. "I think it would be very hard to live under those conditions." "In a lot of ways it was. We couldn't play cards, and we couldn't have any game that had dice in it. We weren't even allowed to dance." "That must have been a hard way to live," Karen said. "In some ways it was, but I think it made us stronger people. We learned to live without all of the material possessions most kids have. I also think it made Becky and me grow a lot closer than most brothers and sisters." "Didn't it effect the way you think about things?" "Maybe in some ways, but for the most part Becky and I figured out things for ourselves. We're not hung up on what our parents thought. Most of our beliefs come from our own reading, and our conversations with each other." "Well, I for one think you did quite well." ------- I'd like to tell you that the rest of the summer was a bacchanalia of revelry and sex. It wasn't, though. I think all of us respected each other too much to rush into anything, or to cheapen what was going to become a very important part of our lives. We knew there was no reason why we had to hurry about anything. I think all of us knew from the very start that we would be spending the rest of our lives together. Don't get me wrong, we had a lot of fun together. We even experimented a little with sex. We just didn't go all the way. We did get to know each other's bodies, both visually and manually. Before the summer was over, we spent a lot of time skinny dipping in the pool, or soaking, nude, in the hot tub. I think if any of us had made a concerted effort, we would have started having full sex much sooner than we did. For some reason, none of us felt the need to make that effort. Our relationship wasn't without passion. The passion was definitely there. It just wasn't a driving force. It was more like our relationship was the meal we needed to live, and the passion was the desert. ------- When school started, the three of us were inseparable. Becky didn't have any classes with Karen or me, but she was with us at all other times. Karen and I had almost all the same classes. Karen always introduced us as her boyfriend, Johnny, and her best friend, Becky. Of course, that made Becky and I both feel good. Karen is a very smart young woman. She helped me get good grades in all of the fuzzy classes, while I helped her get through calculus. Both of us helped Becky. The three of us always studied together. ------- As time went by, Becky and I got to know Karen's parents, Alice and Bob. At first, we thought Alice was one of those no nonsense people, who are always kind of intimidating to me. After she gets to know you, she can be a real tease. As we got to know her, we found ourselves liking her more and more. Bob was an accountant. I probably don't need to say anything more. I know that accountants are stereotyped, but Bob fit the stereotype perfectly. It was on a nice warm Saturday in the middle of October when we had our first serious conversation with Alice. Becky and I had walked over to Karen's to see what she wanted to get into, and Alice met us at the door. "Hi, guys," Alice said. "I've asked Karen to hang around for a while, so we can all have a talk." Those words scared the crap out of me, and I guess Alice could see that, because she said, "It's nothing bad, Jed. Go on out on the back deck, and I'll call Karen. I'll bring out some Cokes." After we were all four seated on the deck, with drinks in our hands, Alice said, "Before I say anything else, I wanted you to know that I think all of you are very mature for your ages. The problem is, two of you are sixteen and Becky is only fifteen. You all seem to be getting very serious for people your ages." "Yes, I guess we are," I said as Karen and Becky nodded. "Teenagers fall into and out of love very quickly. We've all seen that. What makes you think that what you feel for each other is different from what any other teenager feels?" I looked at Karen and at Becky. Both of them just nodded at me, so I answered for all of us. "Karen dated other guys before she started dating me. I dated other girls before I started dating Karen. Neither of us have felt a connection with anyone else we dated that was anything like what we feel for each other. We're in love, pure and simple. It's not puppy love. It's not a teenage crush. It's a deep, abiding, now and forever love." Alice looked a little taken aback by the sincerity of what I told her. "How do you know it's not just your hormones talking?" "If we were being controlled by our hormones, we'd have made love long before now." "You mean you haven't had sex?" "I mean we haven't gone all the way. We've had many opportunities. There have been times when we've been very tempted. When we do have sex, it'll be when we are both ready for it." Alice smiled, and said, "You are even more mature than I thought you were. I figured you had gone all the way long before now." "Mom, it's going to happen. It may even happen soon, but as Johnny said, when it does, we'll both be ready for it," Karen informed her mom. "What do you guys plan to do with your lives? What kind of job do you want, Jed? Where do you plan to live?" "There are many inequities in our laws. I'm going to become a lawyer, and see if I can do something about that. Karen wants to help people with emotional problems, so she's going to become a psychologist. Becky wants to help people with physical problems. She doesn't want to be a doctor, so she's looking at either biochemistry or biology. I have no idea where we'll end up living. As long as Karen and I are together, it doesn't matter to me where we live." "Those are all lofty goals," Alice said. "Where do you see your relationship being in five years or ten years?" "Karen and I intend to be married before five years are up. In ten years, we hope to have a couple of kids." "What about Becky? How does she fit in?" "I'll answer that, Johnny," Karen said. "Mom, do you want a politically correct answer, or do you want the absolute truth?" "I may regret this, but I want the truth." "In five years, or ten years, or thirty years, or fifty years, we see Johnny and me married; and Becky living with us and sharing our bed every night." Alice just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Finally, she sighed and said, "That's kind of what I thought you were planning. You know there are a lot of drawbacks to that. First off, there is the matter of incest. Secondly, if I'm understanding you right, there is the matter of homosexuality." "Yes, Mom, and you can add to that the fact that multi-partner marriages are illegal. We're not worried about any of those things. We're hoping you'll be open-minded enough to accept us and be happy for us." "Oh, honey, I do accept you, and I am happy for you. I do worry about all three of you. Deep down, I know that if anyone can make something like that work, it will be the three of you. Most people aren't going to feel like I do, though. If people find out about your relationship, you'll be ostracized. People will look down on you and make fun of you. Are you going to be strong enough to get past that?" "We think we can, Mom. That's part of the reason Johnny is going to be a lawyer. He's going to fight the laws that cause some of that prejudice. All of us are." When we left there that day, we all felt closer than we ever had before. We also had a greater respect, and even love for Alice than we ever had before. ------- When you get right down to it, that talk with Alice was the beginning of a long fight. If you haven't guessed it by now, I am very proud of my Great Grandfather, and my Great Grandmothers. In my opinion, they have done more to shape our way of thinking over the last fifty years that any other people in the world. When we started writing this, Jed and Karen were 85 and Becky was 84. All three of them are still very active, and very alert mentally. My father and I followed in Becky's footsteps and went into biochemistry. Before long we are going to have a big surprise for my grands. It was a week after that when our relationship became even closer. Mom and Alice had gone off to an outlet mall that was about fifty miles from us for a day of shopping, so Karen, Becky, and I were home alone. The weather had turned colder, so we were driven indoors. We sat on the couch and kissed and cuddled and talked for a long while. Finally, Karen looked at me, and said, "I think it's time we did the deed. I've been ready for a while now, but I've worried about how mom would react. I've talked with her several times, since we talked with her a week ago. I don't think any mother is ever ready for her daughter to become sexually active. Mom thinks a lot of you guys, though, and she says that if I have to become sexually active, she's glad it's going to be with you." "But, are you absolutely sure? I don't want you to feel like we're pressuring you or anything." "Johnny, I'm more than ready. Let's go to the bedroom." All three of us were grinning from ear to ear as we made our way back to my bedroom. We slowly undressed each other, sharing many kisses as we did so. When we were all three naked, we laid down on the bed with Karen in the middle. Becky and I caressed her, as we each kissed her in turn. As Becky and Karen were kissing, I worked my way down to her wonderful breasts. I blew on her nipples, and then kissed my way around the base of her closest breast. I worked my way around in an upward spiral until my lips met her nipple. I gave it a gentle kiss, then spread my lips and took the lovely morsel into my mouth. I applied a gentle suction as I ran my tongue around her nipple. Before I was ready to move away from her lovely mound, Becky had started working on her other one. I kissed my way down her body until I reached her pubic fleece. I blew into her lovely down, and then I tugged on it with my lips. It was soft, and silky, and almost straight. When my tongue made contact with Karen's lovely nether lips, she gasped and raised her pelvis up from the bed. I drew the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her little slit to the top, never penetrating. I did this several times as she bounced her little bottom on the bed. I finally allowed my tongue to penetrate between her lips. The taste was like ambrosia. She was very wet, and I lapped up all of her juices that were available. I let my tongue penetrate to her vagina. I could feel her hymen protecting her lovely orifice. As I brought my tongue upward I could feel the little bump at the top of her pussy. I moved my tongue around it and she gasped her approval. I didn't have an agenda. I was just enjoying what I was doing, and from her reactions, Karen was enjoying it as well. When it seemed like she might be getting close to a climax, I pulled her little nubbin into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. Within a few seconds, Karen was going wild. Karen isn't a screamer, but her moans and gasps were music to my ears. She thrashed and moaned. She grasped my hair and tried to pull me tighter against her. When her body finally collapsed, I moved up beside her, and Becky and I hugged her between us. After a while, Karen looked at me with wonder in her eyes, and said, "That was the most fantastic thing I've ever felt. Thank you both. Now, Johnny, I think it's time you made me a woman." "Do I need a condom?" I asked. "No, mom put me on the pill right after you and I started dating. I'm glad she did. I think I would much rather feel your naked cock inside me, than a latex sheath." I positioned myself between Karen's legs, and Becky guided me to Karen's entrance. The feel of her warm, wet, lips surrounding the head of my cock was almost more than I could take. Karen smiled at me and I pressed forward slightly. I could feel her barrier, so I watched her intently. She wasn't showing any sign of distress, so I raised my eyebrows in question. Karen nodded, so I pressed forward. I seemed to break through much easier than I thought. I stopped immediately and Karen said, "That wasn't as bad as I feared. Just hold still for a minute and let me get used to you being inside me." I didn't mind waiting at all. In fact, it helped to keep me from cumming immediately. I waited until Karen gave me a nod before I moved in any farther. It took me a while before our pubic hair came together. I would move out slightly to spread our oils, and then I would move back in just a little farther each time. I did this slowly, allowing her to get used to me each time. When I had bottomed out, I leaned in and gave Karen a very passionate kiss. We held the kiss until I felt her little bottom start to move. I started an in and out motion that was as old as time, and as new as the spring flower. We started slowly, but gradually built up until we were pounding each other. I could feel Karen's climax start, as her pussy spasmed around me. It was more than I could stand, and my own climax started almost immediately. I pulled us to our sides as we were coming down, and held her to me. Becky cuddled up to Karen's back, and put her arm around both of us. ------- After we had come down from our high, Becky asked Karen if she could clean her up. "What do you mean?" Karen asked. "I mean, I want to lick Jed's cum out of your pussy. I want to suck on your pussy until I have every drop of my brother's cum." Karen's eyes were as big as balloons when she nodded. Becky took my place between Karen's thighs. She winked at me before she ran her tongue up between Karen's lips. I held Karen's hand as she watched my sister lick her pussy. Before Becky was halfway finished, Karen's bottom was bouncing as it had when I had licked her. I kissed Karen, and she moaned into my mouth as Becky brought her to an earth shattering orgasm. We hugged her between us until she had regained her composure. As we lazed away the afternoon, we talked of what we had just done. Karen had no regrets, for which I was forever grateful. When I asked her if she had enjoyed what Becky had done for her, she said, "It was different from when you did it for me. Not better, and not worse. Just different. I did enjoy it very much though." "Do you think you would ever do the same for her?" I asked. Karen grinned, and said, "I'm planning to do that very thing, just as soon as this jelly I have in my body turns back into bones." "You know you don't have to, Karen," Becky told her. "I didn't do that so you would do anything for me." "I know that, silly sister. I've been thinking about it ever since we kissed the first time. Johnny seemed to enjoy it when he went down on me, and you seemed to enjoy it when you did. I want to do it." "Karen, my love," I said. "My sister's pussy tastes just as good as yours does. I think you'll enjoy it." For some reason, both girls thought they had to hit me. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 6 Karen and I didn't make love again that afternoon, but she did go down on Becky. I thought Becky was going into orbit. Karen said she was a little sore, but she said she was looking forward to the next time. We got dressed before mom and Alice came home. We got Cokes and went out on the patio. It was a little chilly, even in the middle of the afternoon, so all three of us cuddled close to share body heat. "So, when are you going to make love to Becky?" Karen asked. "I don't know," I said. "I guess it'll be whenever she's ready." "I'm ready," Becky said. "Now that we've made love to Karen, I think it's my turn." ------- Now that Becky and Karen had made love to each other, they became more demonstrative toward each other. Mom noticed it that same evening. She asked me about it when Becky had gone to the bathroom. I didn't see any reason to hide it, so I told her. She accepted our new situation with no apparent qualms. Unfortunately, it was noticed at school, too. Evidently, they were holding hands as they walked to lunch. Rumors about them being lesbians were flying before the day was over. I heard some of them before we started home. Since we were only a half dozen blocks from school, we walked in nice weather. Once we were away from other walkers, I said, "Ladies, I heard this afternoon that the two of you are lesbians. Do either of you have any idea how a rumor like that got started?" "No. What exactly was said?" Karen asked. "The guy who told me said you had been seen walking along, holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes." "The only time we've walked together today was when we were going to lunch." Karen said. "Were we holding hands?" Becky asked. "I don't remember. We could have been." "To be honest with you, I don't give a damn if people do think we're lesbians," Becky said, defiantly. "I think I've been hit on by every boy in the sophomore class since I've been here, and by several juniors and seniors. Maybe that would make them lay off." "Well ... I don't care what people think about me," Karen said. "I wouldn't want to be an embarrassment to Johnny, though." "Honey," I said. "The two of you could never be an embarrassment to me. If you want to hold hands at school, then I'll back you all the way. I know Mom will, too, and I suspect Alice will if it comes to that." "Yeah, Mom will. I told her about the three of us making love. She's okay with it. I think she could see that I am happy about it," Karen said. "Someday, I plan to get the laws and the attitudes changed about things like that," I said. "In the mean time, what do you say we really shake things up at school?" Becky asked. "How do you mean?" I asked. "Well, tomorrow, any time the three of us are together, Karen will walk in the middle, and we'll all three hold hands," Becky giggled. "That should really get some tongues wagging." Karen grinned and winked at me. "I'm for it," she said. "Do you dare hold hands with a lesbian, Johnny?" "With pleasure," I said. "I haven't asked, but are we going to the Halloween Dance this Friday?" "You haven't asked me," Karen pouted. "He hasn't asked me either," Becky said. "Would both of you ladies go to the Halloween Dance with me this Friday?" I asked. Both girls grabbed me and hugged me. "We'll have to figure out costumes for all of us," Karen said. "Yeah, something that goes together. Maybe he could be the master and we could be his slaves," Becky said. "Or, he could be a Sultan and we could be his harem girls," Karen opined. "Hey, I like that," Becky said. "We could dress like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie"." "That I like," I grinned. "You would, pervert," Becky laughed. We ended up deciding those would be the best costumes for us. Becky called a costume shop and reserved three costumes for us. We were to pick them up on Thursday. ------- All three of us went in to talk to Mom when we got home. Mom was sitting at the dining room table sipping on some lemonade when we went in, so I got some for me and the girls also. "Mom," I said when we were all seated, "the rumor mill is in full swing again." "What about this time?" "Evidently, Becky and Karen were seen holding hands today. Now, the rumor is going around that they are lesbians." "Gee, she must be. We heard that same rumor at her last school," Mom teased. "Mom, this is serious," Becky told her. "When we started school here, they gave us a copy of the school district's 'Code of Conduct'. Believe it or not, I actually read the whole thing. There's a whole bunch of crap, but the one category that might apply to this is called 'Sexual Misconduct'. Under it are things like public displays of affection, indecent exposure, sexual harassment, and the like. They don't mention homosexuality, but the last thing on the list is 'Other Sexual Misconduct'. That could cover just about anything they decide on the spur of the moment." "So, could holding hands be considered a public display of affection?" Mom asked. "Things like fondling and kissing are part of the PDA section, but hand holding isn't mentioned. What we're worried about is the 'Other Sexual Misconduct' rule. A student can be expelled under that rule." "I think we should get Alice over here so she can be involved in this discussion," Mom said. The three of us looked at each other as Mom went off to call Alice. "Do you think they'd really expel us because Becky and I held hands?" Karen asked. "I don't think so, Love," I said. "If you were accused of it, you could say you didn't do it. They'd warn you not to do it again, and it would be forgotten." "It's not right, though," Becky complained. "I see boys and girls holding hands all of the time and nothing is ever said about it. Why is it okay for a boy and a girl to hold hands, but it isn't for two girls to hold hands?" "As you said, it's not right. We'd probably be busted if the three of us were holding hands tomorrow, unless I was in the middle," I said. "In that case, I don't think they'd say anything." "They would if they knew we're a triad," Karen giggled. "That's something we can't let anyone find out until after we're all three eighteen years old. If anyone found out before that, the state could take us away from our parents," I said. "I hadn't thought of that," Becky said. "We can't let them know about Jed and me until then, either." "Too true," I said. ------- When Mom came back in, she had Alice in tow. "So, what's this I hear about you being a lesbian?" Alice asked Karen. "Gee, mom. I don't know where they got that idea," Karen said as she put her arm around my shoulder. Alice laughed, "I guess they've never seen you with Jed. Is this some kind of serious problem, or is it just something you have to live through?" "It could be either, Alice," I said. I went on to tell her about everything we had been talking about before she got there. Then I told mom and Alice the things Becky, Karen, and I were talking about when they weren't there. "So even if the school got involved, all you guys would have to do would be to deny everything. Is there a problem with you doing that?" Alice asked. "I guess that is what we'll have to do, mom," Karen said. "What we'd like to do, is flaunt our relationship. We'd like to get the stupid laws and regulations changed." "I can understand that, but now isn't the best time to start. While you guys are under age, we are responsible for you. If we are found neglectful, the state can take you away from us. They would either put you with foster parents, or in an orphanage until you're eighteen." "Yeah, we thought about that, too. We'd like to stretch the envelope a little bit, though. Tomorrow, any time the three of us are together, we're all three going to walk hand in hand. I'll walk in the middle, and maybe that will stop some of the lesbian rumors," I said "That makes sense," Alice said. "We'd really like for Karen to be in the middle," Becky giggled. "Are you trying to drive people crazy, Becky?" Alice grinned. "If you did that the poor rumor mongers wouldn't know whether to say Karen was a lesbian, or a heterosexual." "We're going to do our best to make sure things are different in the future," I said. "I have to agree with you, though, now is not the time to push the envelope too far." "What kinds of laws and attitudes are you guys trying to change?" "For one thing," Becky said, "we'd like to see all of the nudity laws changed. There's no way our government should be allowed to tell us that you and I couldn't go shopping tomorrow in the nude." "Another thing we'd like to see changed are the laws against incest," I said. "But, what about incest between an adult, and a child?" "If a child is over the age of consent, it shouldn't be a crime." "That's another thing we'd like to see changed. Almost every state has different laws about when it is legal for a child to have sex. Some states have the age of consent be as late as eighteen years old. That might have been reasonable fifty years ago, when kids didn't have the knowledge or the sophistication to choose for themselves at an earlier age. We feel that in this day, fifteen is a reasonable age. In the future, this might go up or down. We also feel it should be a federal law instead of a state law, to make it more equitable," Karen said. "Same-sex marriages or multiple partner marriages should be made legal in all states. It is really dumb for our laws to say that a man can only have one wife, or a woman can only have one husband," Becky said. "I'm sure we'll find other things as we get older," I said. "If you can get even half of what you just talked about changed in your lifetimes, you'll be accomplishing more than most people even think about. I wish you luck, but I don't think you have much chance of success. You have to remember, you are not just fighting the government. You'll also be fighting the church, and public prejudice," Alice said. "We may end up like Don Quixote, jousting with windmills," I said. "Then again, we may knock them down like bowling pins. Either way, we're going to give it our best shot." Mom and Alice were both smiling, and I think I detected a note of pride in their eyes. ------- We did walk hand in hand a lot the next day. Neither Becky nor Karen were called to the office, so we figured the rumors had gone under their radar. All three of us were excited about the Halloween Dance. It was to be on Friday night between 8:00 and 11:00 p.m. We decided we'd dress in regular clothes and go out to an early dinner. We'd stop by the house and change, before heading to the dance. "I told mom I'd be spending the night Friday and Saturday with you guys," Karen said. "She didn't even give me an argument about it." "That's really cool," I said. "To what do we owe this pleasure?" "I want to be there when you deflower Becky." "You just want to help out," I teased. ------- The week dragged by, but Friday finally did arrive. The three of us were excited all that day. When we got home that afternoon, mom told us we could use her car for the evening. I'll have to admit her car is much better than ours. We had reservations at a nice restaurant for six o'clock. At 4:30, Becky grabbed me by the hand and said, "let's go take a shower." It would've taken a lot less time if we had showered separately, but we did have a lot of fun. We just barely had time to get dressed, and pick Karen up to make our reservations. I hadn't seen our costumes, and when the girls came in dressed in their harem outfits, I was ready to blow off the dance, and make love to my girls. Of course they wouldn't let me. We made quite a splash when we went in. There weren't any tables, but there were chairs around the outside of the room. We staked out three chairs, and I went to get each of us a glass of punch. The music hadn't even started yet when Sheila Brown came by and made a nasty comment to Becky. "What's the matter, Becky? Couldn't you get a date of your own? Is that why you're here with your brother?" Sheila asked. "Of course I could. I don't date just anything that crawls out from under a rock, like you do. I'd much prefer to be with my brother and his girlfriend than with any of the creeps I've seen you hanging around with." "Well, at least I can have sex at the end of the evening, if I want it. That's more than I can say for you." "I wouldn't fuck your boyfriends with someone else's pussy. How many venereal diseases do you have, Sheila? Do they give you a bulk rate at the VD clinic?" "You bitch," Sheila yelled as she lunged toward Becky. All three of us were on our feet in an instant. "I wouldn't do that, Sheila," I said. "The principal was watching you. Besides, it seems rather petty to attack someone physically just because they're smarter than you are." "She's not smarter than me." "Oh yeah? A dummy will resort to violence if they can't think of a quick comeback. Since you're resorting to violence, what does that make you?" Karen asked cattily. One of the chaperones arrived about that time and Sheila decided she would be better off anywhere else. When the music started, we danced. The three of us danced together on the fast dances, and I took turns dancing with Karen and Becky on the slow dances for the most part. Two or three times during the evening, Karen and Becky danced together to slow songs. We didn't know if that would get a rise out of anyone or not, but we really didn't care either. But we actually had something else of interest happen that night. Two different guys politely hit on Becky. She just as politely turned them down, but it was a big ego boost for her. She did dance a couple of dances with each of them. ------- Later that night, we didn't even make any pretense to Mom that we wouldn't be sleeping together. We were holding hands as we told her goodnight, and that we were going to bed. Mom ignored the fact that it appeared we were going to bed together. The three of us undressed when we got into my room, and with giggling from the girls and a big smile for me, we piled onto the bed. As if we had planned it, Becky ended up in the middle. Karen and I started working on Becky immediately. We took turns kissing my beautiful sister, and then we started moving down her body, caressing and kissing any interesting part we found. Becky was writhing by the time we reached her breasts, and by the time I reached her pubic hair, she went into her first orgasm. I started to pay homage to Becky's sweet pussy, but she stopped me. "I just want you inside me, Jed. Please make me a woman, now." I rolled onto my back and said, "I want you on top. I want to watch you as you impale yourself on me." Becky grinned and moved into position. Karen held my cock upright as Becky moved to where she thought she'd have the best angle. I thought my heart would stop as she lowered herself around me. When she had me all the way inside her, Becky stopped. She smiled and said, "Mmm, nice. I must have lost my hymen somewhere." "Good," I said. "I didn't want to hurt you." "There's no pain at all," Becky grinned. "It's an odd feeling in a way. It's almost like something has been missing. I didn't even know it was missing. Now that it's there, it seems like the most natural thing in the world." I let her take all of the time she wanted, just sitting there, enjoying the new feelings. When she started moving, she smiled with every motion. I watched her for a while, and then I said, "Karen, would you make my most erotic dream come true? Would you put your pussy on my mouth?" Karen grinned and moved into position, as she said, "With pleasure." Actually, concentrating on devouring Karen's pussy helped me to last longer inside Becky. She was having her second climax, when I started pumping my seed inside her. This intensified her orgasm, and I worried a little that it might be too intense. I had never heard of anyone dying from an orgasm, but it almost seemed like she was going to. All three of us collapsed. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 7 It was almost Christmas before we had any more problems at school. We only had two more days of school before Christmas break, when Becky didn't show up for lunch. We waited for her for a few minutes, and then I told Karen I was going to look for her. I found her easily enough. Unfortunately she wasn't alone. Bobby Joe Watson was the ring leader of the group that had her surrounded. As I came up behind him, I heard him say, "Look, bitch, I know you're a lezzie, but if you go out with me, I guarantee I'll make you forget all about lapping cunts." "Let me go, asshole," Becky told him. As he drew back like he was going to slap her, I clawed my fingers into the ridge of muscle that goes between his shoulder and his neck. I dug my fingers in with all of the strength that working on the farm all of those years had given me. "Let her go, shit head. If you EVER touch my sister again, I'll break you up into little pieces and feed you to the hogs," I threatened. Bobby Joe let go immediately. I think I had caused his whole arm to go numb. As Becky stepped back from him, she dug her elbow into Ray Thornton's belly. He let out an oof, and moved out of her way. Becky has never been a violent person, but she stepped up beside me; drew back her fist; and hit Watson right on his left kidney, with all of her strength. "I'll cut your balls off before Jed breaks you up," she told him in a low, menacing voice. When I let him go, all three of the delinquents took off like they'd just broken open a hornets' nest. They were out of sight before Becky broke down. I put my arms around her and held her as she cried her tears of fear, anger, and frustration. I stroked her back and kissed the top of her head as I told her how brave she is; how proud I am of her; how much I love her; and how safe she was. Becky is a very brave young woman, so her tears didn't last more than a couple of minutes. When they had stopped, I led her to the cafeteria, where Karen was waiting for us. Becky had managed to compose herself by the time we got to the cafeteria. She told Karen what had happened without shedding another tear. All of us were a little concerned that this wasn't the end of it. There wasn't much we could do about it, so we tried to go on as if nothing had happened. ------- Christmas with the girls was wonderful. I'm sure that it was the best Christmas any of us had ever experienced. The three of us decided to exchange our presents on Christmas Eve. We exchanged presents with our parents on Christmas Day. We didn't have to go back to school until after New Year's. The three of us spent almost all of our time together while we were on vacation. I had thought that my first time with Karen, and a my first time with Becky, were the best that sex could ever be. I was wrong. It seemed to get better every time. We celebrated New Year's eve together and Karen spent the night with us. Neither family seemed to think this was anything strange. All of us wondered about that, but none of us wanted to question it. The first few days of school after New Year's went very well. We were beginning to think that the incident with Bobby Joe Watson might be an isolated incident after all. It was on the first Monday after New Year's when we again started having problems. This time, they were with Bobby Joe's friend Ray Thornton. Ray didn't pick on Becky, instead, he asked Karen to go on a date with him. She turned him down, and he seemed to accept it. The next day, he again asked Karen to go to the movies with him. Again, she turned him down, and explained to him that she and I were going steady. Thornton grumbled a little, but allowed Karen to go on her way. The next time, he waited two days. He managed to corner Karen in the hall, and asked her to go bowling with him. "Ray, I told you I am going steady with Jed. There's no way I'm going to go out with anyone else. You might as well quit asking." "I don't believe you, Karen. I think you're just using Delany as a cover up, because you're going with his sister. If you started dating me, I wouldn't mind if you still had sex with Becky. In fact, it might be interesting if all three of us were together. Doesn't that sound better than pretending you're going out with that wimp?" Thornton asked. "For your information, Jed is not a wimp. You should know that. You witnessed what he did with your pal Bobby Joe. You should also know that Jed is the best lover a woman could ever have. There's no way I would give up Jed for a looser like you." "Delany is the looser. The only reason Bobby Joe didn't beat the crap out of him is because he sneaked up behind Bobby Joe so he couldn't protect himself. If Bobby Joe gets a chance he's going to put your boyfriend in the hospital." "Thanks for the warning, looser. Now we know to be on the lookout for your anthropoid friend. You might want to tell him, if he comes after Jed, if Jed doesn't bust him up, Becky or I will. He would never be safe again." Thornton laughed. "You talk big, little girl. I tried to be nice to you. You wouldn't have me. Maybe I'll just take what I want." "If you want to keep your gonads, you'll leave me alone. Jed is my boyfriend. Becky is my best friend. Either one of them will cut your balls off if you do anything to hurt me. I'm going to tell my father tonight that you threatened me. He may report you to the police, then again he may decide to come after you himself. Think about it. Fathers and boyfriends are dangerous people." "You think about it, honey. Would you rather go out with me, willingly, or would you rather be raped?" Thornton asked as he turned and walked away. This last incident was related to me by Karen. Neither Jed nor Becky were there when it happened. If they had been, Thornton wouldn't have left there with his manhood intact. Karen told us about what had happened, and it scared the crap out of us. "I don't think that threatening Thornton will do a bit of good," I said. "He may be all talk, but he might be dangerous. We just don't know. The fact that he was by himself was actually a little more frightening than if he had been with his gang." "So, what do we do about him?" Karen asked. "Well, I think the first thing would be for me to have a talk with Bobby Joe. If I can have a reasonable talk with him away from his gang, I think we may be able to work that part of it out. As for Thornton, I'm not sure. I may have to hurt him. I don't want to do that, but it may be the only way," I said. "Do you think Bobby Joe was just showing off for his friends?" Becky asked. "I hope that might be what it was. I'm not sure, and if I talk to him in front of his friends, I'm afraid he'll react with bravado, rather than with logic." "You know," Karen said, "I got the feeling that Thornton was really interested in me, and that he really wanted to date me. Then, when I turned him down, he started to get nasty. I think he has this big fantasy of having sex with me and Becky at the same time." "Yuck!" Becky said. "Is he just getting nasty because you turned him down, or does he feel like his manhood has been questioned?" "I think he feels like his manhood has been questioned," Karen said. "He may also think that he was going to save you from your sordid life as a lesbian. He probably thinks that if he could have sex with you just one time, he could convert you," I said. Both girls giggled. "Little does he know," Karen said. "Yeah, Karen is good, but I still prefer you," Becky said. ------- I got a chance to talk with Bobby Joe the next afternoon. I saw him going from one class to another, and for some reason his posse was not with him. I walked up beside him, and I asked, "Could I talk to you for a few minutes, Bobby Joe?" "I've got to get to class, fuck head." "I think it would be beneficial to both of us to skip this class," I said. "If you and I keep going at each other, one or both of us are going to end up in the hospital, or worse. I'd like to work it out so that both of us can save face and neither of us gets hurt." "Yeah, it'd be you that ended up in the hospital," he said. "Be that as it may, why take the chance that you would be embarrassed in front of your friends?" Bobby Joe thought for a minute, and then said, "Come with me." We walked out into the student parking lot, and Bobby Joe leaned up against a car. "Okay, dude, what's on your mind?" "I don't know why you decided to pick on my sister. Whatever the reason, I think it got out of hand because your buddies were there. I didn't think about embarrassing you in front of them when I grabbed you by the shoulder. For that, I apologize. Feel free to tell your friends that I apologized to you." "Yeah, it kinda got out of hand. I was just gonna give her a little shit about being a carpet muncher. That sister of yours has a mouth on her. She starting giving me more shit the than I was giving her." I had to laugh at that. "Yes, Becky can give as good a she gets. I should tell you though that Becky isn't a lesbian. She has a boyfriend that she doesn't want anyone to know about, even our parents. He's this biker dude, and mean as all hell. Our parents would freak out if they knew she was dating him." "No shit?" "Yeah, they told her they'd put her in a convent if she saw him again. She told them if they did she'd become a lesbian and seduce all of the nuns." Bobby Joe cracked up. He was laughing until the tears were running down his face. When he finally quit laughing, he said, "Hey, I don't wanna fuck with no biker's lady. Tell your sister I'll leave her alone." "What about us? Do you think we have to hurt each other, or could we just let this drop?" "Hey, you apologized. I think we're straight." "Okay, I have a question for you. What's with Thornton getting on my girlfriend?" "I hadn't heard about nothing like that. When was the supposed to happen?" "It's been going on for a few days now. He's asked her out three different times, and she turned him down each time. Yesterday, he told her if she didn't go out with him willingly, he was going to rape her. I'd hate to have the kill your friend, but if it comes to that, I will." "I think Thornton has a thing for your girlfriend. If he wanted to ask her out, that's okay with me. I don't hold with no rape, though. I'll have a talk with him." "I would very much appreciate that, Bobby Joe." We didn't become buddies or anything, but I felt like we did have a meeting of the minds. ------- Things calmed down after that at school. We managed to get through the rest of the school year with no more problems. Our home life was great. Becky and I slept together every night, and Karen stayed over at least one or two nights every week. Neither mom nor Alice were upset by our relationship. Bob was oblivious. Karen and I were now seventeen years old, and Becky was sixteen. Sweet sixteen and never been ... Never been? Karen and I had one more year of high school left. We started looking into colleges. Since I was going into law, and Karen was going into psychology, most colleges had adequate programs, so we looked at other things about the schools. One thing we found, was that in almost every case, freshman where required to live in a dorm. This didn't fit with what Karen and I wanted. We also didn't want to be separated from Becky for a full year. We gave this a lot of thought before we decided that Karen and I would take our first year at the local junior college. We did a lot of negotiations, and it was agreed finally by everyone concerned that Karen could move in with me. Of course, unspoken, she would be moving in with Becky as well. Karen and I both got jobs that summer. Karen got on as a receptionist with a group of psychological professionals. She really didn't get involved with patients, but at least she was in an atmosphere that was associated with her future profession. I managed to get on as a gopher in a local attorney's office. I did more making coffee, making copies, and running errands than I did anything else. Again, it was at least in the environment I wanted to be in when I had passed the bar. Becky spent one final summer sunning herself around the pool. For some reason, neither Karen nor I were envious of her. ------- What can I say about my senior year in high school? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times? I think I read that somewhere. I don't think that's the way Mr. Dickens meant it, though. It seems like the senior year in high school is the busiest year for every student. Karen and I were no exception. Both of us got involved with the National Honor Society. In fact, I was elected president of the local chapter. That doesn't seem like such a great accomplishment, when you consider I was running against a couple of guys who were nerdier than I was. Karen was on the annual staff, and they roped me into working on the school newspaper. Actually, Karen and Becky wrote more of the articles I submitted than I did. They almost threw me off of the staff when we wrote a tongue-in-cheek editorial about the advantages of homosexuality. The editor thought it was funny. We intended it to be funny, but we also intended to get some serious points across. Evidently the school principal picked up on those serious points, and didn't like what he saw. ------- Graduation day finally came. In some ways we were elated, and others we were scared to death. I guess graduation is a rite of passage for everyone. For us, it was even more so. Since Karen and I were now legally adults, we were now responsible for everything we did, and everything we said. Scary! We jumped the gun a little, and Karen moved in with us right after graduation. No one complained. Over the last couple of years, we had grown very close to Alice. I think, that summer, we grew even closer still. She came to our house a lot, or we went to hers. Karen and I both got the job back we had the previous summer. This time, I did manage to do a little more than just be a gopher. It was a lot of fun. Becky volunteered as a candy striper at the hospital. She didn't get paid for her work, and she said most of it was boring, but there were parts that she enjoyed as well. Karen or I neither one were that impressed with our local college. We loaded up on classes that didn't pertain to our majors, but that we knew would be required by whatever college we transferred to. The three of us decided that we would all attend the same school. Again, we didn't want to be separated for a year. By the middle of our second semester, Karen and I were approved for transfer to Ohio State University, and Becky was accepted as a freshman. Becky was expected and required to live in a dorm, but all of us knew she would spend most of her time in the apartment Karen and I intended to rent. It was fun attending Becky's graduation. Karen and I knew exactly the feelings she was experiencing, since we had been in the same position just one year before. Becky wasn't invited to any of the graduation parties. That didn't bother her. The three of us went home, and had our own party. I'm sure it was much better then any other party she could have been invited to. ------- Mom and Alice went with the three of us to Columbus about a month before school was due to start. They helped us find an apartment that was inexpensive, for the area, but was in a nice enough neighborhood that they wouldn't be too worried about us. The landlady, Mrs. Johnson, was a very nice older lady. She was a little skeptical at first about having a couple rent the apartment, but we told her we were engaged to be married. I had, in fact, bought her a ring that summer. When Mrs. Johnson saw the ring, she was all smiles. When they got back from Columbus, Karen, Becky, and I sat down to talk about our future. "Why don't we just go ahead and get married, Karen?" I asked. "Oh, you romantic bastard you, what a wonderful proposal," Becky said. Karen laughed, and said, "He already proposed to me. Now, we're just working out the details." "Well, why don't you just go ahead and get married then?" "It would make sense," Karen said. "I'm sure that mom would want a few months to plan, but I really don't want a big wedding. As for as I'm concerned, we've already been married for several years." "I feel pretty much the same way," I said. "I wouldn't want Alice to be upset with us, though." "Let me talk to her. I think the only way she'd be upset is if we get married in front of the judge. I'm sure she wants us to have a church wedding. Could you live with that, Johnny?" she asked. I grinned. "As long as I end up married to you, I don't care where we do it." Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 8 Karen talked it over with her mother, and they reached a compromise. They decided between them that a wedding between Christmas and New Year's would be the way to go. Since we were living together anyway, that was fine with me. We didn't have a lot of money, so we didn't plan a honeymoon. Alice and Bob wouldn't hear of that, so they gave us (all three of us) a honeymoon trip to Bermuda. Although it had taken five months to plan and arrange, we had a small wedding. There weren't more than fifty people there. When I teased Alice about it taking so long to plan a small wedding, she informed me that it took longer to plan a small wedding than a large one. "Think about it, Jed," Alice said. "If we wanted to hold the guess list to fifty people or less, including the wedding party, we had to be very careful in who we invited. If it had been a big wedding, we could have invited the local dog catcher, and no one would have even noticed." I guess she had a point. When we were ready to say our vows, Karen and I shocked everyone present. Went it was my turn, I said, "I, John, take thee Karen and Becky to be my lawfully married wives." I don't think the preacher even realized what I had said. Karen did the same, and I could see Becky, silently mouthing the same words. The preacher pronounced us man and Wife, which we silently translated to WIVES. I even kissed both of my brides. That the preacher noticed. He was standing there, open mouthed, as we walked away. ------- Bermuda was wonderful. Warm winds and sunny skies were the norm for the entire week we were there. There were miles of beaches, many of them were clothing optional. Of course my exhibitionists opted for no clothing. There were quite a few college kids in the hotel we were staying at, and on the beaches. As a surprise to Becky, Karen and I had bought her wedding and engagement rings that exactly matched Karen's. Even the wedding rings didn't completely prevent them from being hit on by several of the college age guys. We went dancing on two different evenings and we dined on five star meals at our hotel and nearby restaurants. We spent a lot of time on the beach, and a lot of time snorkeling. We made a vow that we'd be certified for scuba diving before we came back. I have no idea how many times we made love that week. When three people are completely in love, and totally uninhibited with each other, you can come up with some very interesting combinations. I think we tried all of the known ones and invented a few more. We were a weary group as we boarded the plane to take us back to winter. ------- Ah, winter. Snow and slush. Mrs. Johnson was very pleased when Karen showed her her wedding ring. Our landlady had gotten to know Becky over the last few months as well. At first she had been hesitant about Becky staying with us, but when we explained that Becky was my sister and was escaping the dorm, she relented. Now, Mrs. Johnson looked at Becky's finger and asked, "So, did you get married, too, Becky?" Becky laughed and said, "No. It's these damned college boys, Mrs. Johnson. They've been driving me crazy, hitting on me. We got to thinking that if they thought I was married, they'd leave me alone." "But, child, I'd think you'd like to be dating at least some of them." "I want to be a biologist. I'm facing at least six or seven more years of school before I can even think about getting started in research. I just don't have time for dating." Hey, it sounded like a good excuse to us. ------- Karen and I were juniors and Becky was a sophomore, when we had our first problems with other people at Ohio State. Becky was now living with us full-time. It was a two-bedroom apartment we were in at the time, but since all three of us slept together, we had made one bedroom into an office. We had made several sets of friends over the last couple of years. Most of them were couples. Midterm exams were just completed, and we wanted to celebrate. We invited two couples to our apartment for snacks and drinks. Sally and Jordan Phillips were a very driven couple. They were both business majors, and their goal was to be millionaires by the time they were thirty. Tina Williams was a classmate of Karen's. Her boyfriend, Bob Thompson, was a math major. Neither were as I driven as the Phillips, and both of them were a lot of fun to be around. We got a call from Sally Phillips just a couple of hours before they were due to arrive. She said that her cousin, Buffi Farnsworth, had come to visit, unexpectedly. She said they could either bring Buffi with them, or they would need to stay at home. Karen told them to bring her along. I knew immediately I wasn't going to like Buffi. Becky and I were raised on a farm. Karen is one of the most down to earth people I have ever met. Those are the kinds of people we normally gravitate to. Buffi wasn't like that. Buffi was, or thought she was, high society. She acted as if she smelled something rotten, when she looked around the apartment. We tried to make her feel welcome, but it didn't do much good. She didn't talk much, as if our conversation was too unimportant for her to notice. Sally seemed a little embarrassed by this, but maybe a little embarrassed by us as well. When Buffi made a comment about anything at all, it was biting. I thought on a few occasions I was going to have to pull Becky off of her. Although, after she had been there for an hour or so, I was almost ready to grab her by the hair and throw her out of the apartment myself. Jordan, Bob, and I were discussing Ohio State's chances in the upcoming Rose Bowl, when Buffi announced loudly that she needed to go to the bathroom. Karen told her it was down at the end of the hall, on the right. Buffi came back in a few minutes later, and asked, "I only see one bedroom here. You people said that the three of you live here together. Just how do you arrange your sleeping?" I must admit, my heart sank when she asked that question. Becky acted as if it didn't affect her in the least. She looked Buffi in the eye and in her best Southern Bell voiced said, "Why I do declare, I don't think that is any of your business." Buffi I started to make some retort, but Sally broke in and said they had to go. The evening was still young, but I have to admit I was glad they were leaving. Bob and Tina decided to make it an early evening as well. "So, did we screw up or what?" I asked after everyone had left. "I guess in a way we did," Karen said. "I don't think any of us thought about someone going through our house and discovering we only had one bedroom." "We've been lucky so far and everyone else who has been here had a little more class than Buffi. I think she's probably the first one who didn't have enough class to refrain from opening doors," Becky said. "I'd like to pull her hair out." "Well, maybe it's time we started coming out in the open a little more. We're all of age now, so at least we don't have to worry about that. If we don't admit that Becky is part of our marriage, there's not much of a way they could prove it. As for sleeping arrangements, the couch makes out into a bed, so we just say that Becky sleeps on the couch." "If we say that Becky sleeps on the couch, how is that coming out into the open?" Karen asked. "I think maybe it's time we start talking to people about one of the issues we want to change. Pick one. Maybe nudity to start?" "I've been having some thoughts on that," Becky said. "I've been doing a little research on it in my spare time. It seems to me that most of the laws prohibiting nudity do so because the legislators feel that seeing someone nude is bad for you. Of course the three of us think that is a crock." "Doesn't it say in the Bible that nudity is a sin?" Karen asked. "No way. When Adam and Eve where in the Garden of Eden, they were naked, and it was good. Got didn't see anything wrong with them being naked. It was only after they sinned that they realized they were naked. They tried to hide from God by covering their nakedness with fig leaves. It was their decision, not God's, that they should be covered." "It seems to me, if I remember correctly, that even Jesus went naked at times. Doesn't it say he was naked for a while at the Last Supper?" I mused. "I do believe I remember the same thing," Becky agreed. "Also, when he left the tomb, he left his garments behind." "I think the most interesting thing I came up with was the fact that it is not illegal to be naked on federal land. Our Constitution doesn't forbid nudity, nor does it guarantee it as a right. Therefore, it is up to state and local governments to make and enforce laws against nudity. I think California is probably the most liberal state in that respect," Karen said. "So how do we go about starting a campaign to make public nudity legal?" Becky asked. "There are thousands of resources for us," I said. "There are pamphlets and brochures about the advantages of nudity. Maybe we should start with making up our own pamphlet that we could distribute on campus. College students are probably the most open-minded people we could target. The only problem is, college students tend to think of nudity as something risque. We want them to think of it as something natural." "I can see that a campaign to make public nudity legal is going to take a lot of time and a lot of effort," Karen said. "With all our schoolwork, our part-time jobs, and our home life, are we going to be able to devote enough time to make it worthwhile before we finish college?" "I think we would have time to put together some pamphlets," I said. "I think we should also spend some time developing a strategy as to how we are going to attack the issue when we can devote more time to it." ------- And so it began. We did put together a pamphlet, and we distributed it around the campus. We did it anonymously, to protect ourselves against any repercussions before we we're ready to face them. We saw mixed reactions. Some people seemed to be all for public nudity. Others scoffed at our propositions and conclusions. At least it seemed to be a hot topic of conversation for a while. The only repercussions we saw from Buffi's question were that we were never invited to Jordan and Sally's place again. They always seemed to be busy when we invited them to our place. They never questioned us about it, so we could never tell them the story that Becky slept on the couch. Had they truly been friends, they'd have at least allowed us a chance to defend ourselves. How many times were we shunned by our so-called friends while we were in college? I have no idea. Things got progressively worse as we became more open about our relationship. How many times where we arrested while we were in college? One or more of us were arrested on five different occasions. Three of those arrests were for indecent exposure. One was for passing out information pamphlets on the school grounds. The last one was, of all things, for bigamy. I don't know how they ever figured that one. Karen and I were legally married. Although Becky and I considered ourselves married to each other, we had never tried to become married in the eyes of the law. It was during one of the indecent exposure arrests, when we met Jim Harvie for the first time. Jim was a young, criminal attorney. For some reason, he wasn't snapped up by one of the big law firms. He had opened his own practice, and was struggling to keep his head above water. Fortunately, for us, Jim had a lot of time on his hands. Also, fortunately, Jim firmly believed in nudism. When he discovered what we were doing, and why, he stepped up to the plate and defended us on the indecent exposure charges. He was so successful that we were very impressed with him. We developed a very good relationship with Jim over the years, and he became the only attorney we used from that point on. If he had just defended us in court, we would have considered that to be sufficient. However, he got behind our cause, and started raising money, first for a defense fund, and later for a fund to support our cause. It wasn't long before the money was rolling in. At the time, we were struggling students. It was very tempting to use the money to support us. I'll admit there were occasions when we dipped into the fund to buy food. We tried to live without it, though. All three of us worked at least part time while we were going through school. I graduated from the Moritz College of Law, at Ohio State University, the same year Karen received her doctorate in psychology. By that time, Jim was doing rather well in his practice. He asked if I would like to join him. It seemed like a perfect situation to me, so I readily agreed. Karen opened an office in the city as well. Both of us, of course, supported Becky while she got her own doctorate in biochemistry. It took a while for Karen to build up a patient load. During the time she had few patients, she started a research project that went on for decades. Her goal was to establish the reasons people had for their prejudices, and what could be done to eliminate those prejudices at their root. On the surface, this seems obvious. I think at that time most educated people would've said that prejudices were caused by what we were taught as children, how our peers felt, and by how society as a whole reacted to the people in question. Over the years, Karen was to discover there was a lot more to it than that. I'm sure that most of you realize by now just who my Grands are. I have read that they have done more toward changing the basic attitudes of our society than anyone else in the last five hundred years. All three of my grands think they are at the end of their long lives. My father and I hope that isn't true. Tomorrow we are going to ask the Grands if they will allow us to try to reverse their own journey into old age. My main reason for getting Jed to dictate this story was so he would realize how things could be for them again. Jed is the one we have to convince. If he decides he doesn't want to be young again, Becky and Karen will follow his lead without question. Dad, Karen, Becky, JED and I were all seated on the patio. We had been talking about inconsequential things, when JED said, "Marjorie, would you care to tell us what this is all about?" "Uh, Gramps, I'm not sure what you mean," I told him. I just couldn't figure out how to tell him what we really wanted. "Well, child, it seems like you've gone to a lot of trouble to get all of us together. Now, me and Becky and Karen aren't as young as we used to be. It's not as easy for us to sit around and pretend we're just being sociable. If you've got something to say, just come right out and say it." I sat for a minute, then I said, "Gramps, how would you like to live forever?" Grandpa laughed, and then said, "I don't think I'd like that. You see, every morning when I wake up, I hurt from the arthritis. I'm sure that you're aware that I am suffering from Congestive Heart Failure. Besides that, I just wouldn't want to live if Karen and Becky weren't alive." "I meant all three of you, Gramps. And, you wouldn't have anything wrong with you. It'd be like you were sixteen years old again," I told him. "Well, you've aroused my curiosity anyway. How would you go about something like that?" Now it was time for dad to step forward, "Well, guys, it seems that we have three clones that are just about sixteen years old. Through a process we call memory transference, we think we can transfer all of your memories into the clone bodies." "What happens to the personalities of the clones," Karen asked. "They don't have any, Gran. They've been raised in total isolation. They've never even seen daylight." "But ... That's just not right, Marjorie," Becky said. "Everyone has a right to experience things. Everyone has a right to see the flowers, and smell the coffee, and hear music, and taste a good steak. It just isn't right to raise three bodies in total isolation." "Right or not, Gran, these three clones have been raised in total isolation. They have never seen, touched, tasted or smelled anything. If and when we move the three of you into the clone bodies, there won't be any conflict," Marjorie avowed. "That's not the point," Karen said. "I don't care if there's conflict or not. The point is, the clones were brought to this point in their lives without any type of feeling or interaction. They're sixteen years old and have never even been allowed to communicate. What you've done is steal their life from them." Well, that didn't go well. I had expected some hesitation from the Grans, but I never expected Karen and Becky to act the way they did. Okay, so they had some good points. I guess, maybe, looking back on it, we did kind of steal their lives. It's done now. "So, what do you think about what Marjorie asked us," I asked Becky and Karen. "You know very well what we think, Jed. I think we made that perfectly clear to Marjorie as well," Karen said. "Yeah, we think you indulge her too much," Becky said. "You always have spoiled her and that's not good." I had to laugh. I think both of my wives were just a little bit jealous. "Okay, discount that the offer is made by Marjorie, and discount the fact that the clones were raised with no stimulation. How would the two of you feel about starting our lives over again in sixteen year old bodies?" Karen giggled then said, "Oh, I think I could get used to the idea of making love to you for another seventy years." "That would be nice," Becky said. "Remember how nice making love was when we were young?" "Just think, girls. The clones are already grown. There's no changing that. I wonder who they cloned? It'd be especially nice for it to be us. I'd love to have the two of you young again." "Okay, one thing we need to do, is to make sure we don't talk to anyone else about this," Becky whispered. "I just don't trust Marjorie to have our best interests at heart." Both Karen and I agreed that made sense. Well, well, well. It looks like the Grans are going to cave. I'm sure they never had a clue that they were being monitored. This was going to make things a lot easier. Now I just had to convince them that we should start immediately. Edited By Aidan McGill ------- Chapter 9 "So, tell me one more time how this is going to work," I said as they were hooking me up. "Don't try to blow me off. I can stop this at any time." "Okay, JED," Marjorie said. She sounded as cool as a cucumber. "We have the three of you hooked up to this machine. For want of a better name, we'll call it the Memory Transference Machine. When we start the process, each of you will have their memories transferred from your bodies to your clone's." "You're sounding mighty glib, youngun. What happens to our old bodies? Are we going to be able to function in our new bodies? You're not really telling us anything we don't already know," I said. "Some of this we just don't know, Jed. We've tried the Memory Transference Machine on animals and it has seemed to work. Once your memories are transferred, there may be a period of disorientation. You'll have to sort that out. The clones are on life support. Anything you need to know immediately will be taken care of by the machines. As for your old bodies, we're not even sure what's going to happen to them. They may go on living for a while, but then again, they may not." "Are the clones all in the same room, as we asked?" "They are in an eight bed suite," Marjorie said. "Are the three beds close together?" I asked. "As close as we could get them, Jed. There is a lot of life support equipment that we have attached to the clones. That'll all be removed as soon as it is obvious that you're not going to need it." "Okay, Marjorie, give us a minute, would you?" "Sure thing, Gramps. I'll check on the clones and be right back." When she had left the room, I said, "Karen and Becky, I love you both with all of my heart and all of my soul. If we don't come out of this, at least we've had a wonderful life together. If we do make it through, I'm looking forward to another seventy years with the two of you." "Johnny, I love you too. It still seems strange to say that to another woman, Becky, but I love you with all of me heart and all of my soul too," Karen said. "Just think, loves, another seventy years. Think of what we can do. I have no idea what our love will grow to in the next seventy years, but I'm anxious to find out," Becky said. Marjorie came back in and asked if we were ready. I took each of my lovleys' hands, and gave her the go. I don't know what I expected, just lying there, but it was nothing like I had ever imagined. Memories flashed before me at an alarming rate. The first time I had seen Becky naked; mine and Karen's first kiss; the birth of mine and Becky's son. As they flashed before me, they were gone. I started to panic. Maybe it would have been better if I had been asleep. And then... Okay, I was in a dark place ... At least it seemed dark. Actually I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't hear or feel anything either. I tested all of my senses and they were all blank. Now what? Marjorie had said I should try hearing first. She said I'd understand why. So I tried to concentrate on my hearing. After a while, maybe a long while, I could definitely start (hearing?) something. It wasn't a sound, it was more or less an interrogatory. Something was wondering why I was here. I wondered how I even knew what it wanted. It didn't say anything in words. It just kind of projected a kind of longing or ... something. I wasn't even sure what. I know it was confusing. I tried to answer it, but all I had at my disposal were words. I worked for hours, trying to communicate with this other entity, but as luck would have it, I went to sleep before I managed to convey anything to it. It's been 36 hours since we started the memory transfers, and we can see no sign that the Grans have established themselves in the clones. There has been no indication that they can hear, see, taste, smell, or feel. Lord help us, but I think we may have killed them. I heard just as clearly as if I was using my ears. I knew I wasn't though. Okay, I'll swear I heard both of my girls giggle. Becky said. Karen said. I asked. I said. Karen said. Kara said. I said. he asked. It suddenly hit me that all of my memories were now his. I said. Karen said. I said. Well, it's been a long time coming, but the Grams are now talking. Five weeks from memory transfer to talking. It seems a little ridiculous that we didn't think it would take but a few minutes. I guess we should be thankful it didn't take as long as it does for a baby. Karen asked. I said. No one, including the clones had a problem. Let me just say, right now, that no matter what I say to Marjorie, I'm glad we did the transfer. We have new eyes and hearing. Everything looks, sounds, feels, tastes, and smells better. The clones are an interesting lot. Although we have taught them how to use our five senses, they still appear to seldom use them. They are content to talk to each other telepathically and have little use for the outside world. They respond quickly if you ask them a question, but I have never known of them volunteering anything. Karen, Becky, and I have developed our own telepathic link now and we use it exclusively. We'd just as soon no one knew about the telepathy, but I'm afraid that someone will find out at some point. Before we had agreed to participate in this experiment, the three of us had transferred a good part of our assets to a numbered, offshore account. We wanted something where we could access our money without question. We did this without Marjorie's knowledge. I also hid $5,000 in a safe place. I didn't know if I'd need it, but I felt it was better to be sure. I said. Kathy giggled. Becky said. Karen said. I said. Becky said.