Storiesonline.net ------- Breaking Point: Rick by Shrink42 Copyright© 2012 by Shrink42 ------- Description: A dysfunctional family had forced him to fend for himself. Anger, disgust, and even hatred had been his driving forces. He was now free of them, independent, and excelling in his studies. But, teaming up with a woman who was so completely different from his family highlighted what his life was lacking. And her daughters! Codes: MF Mf rom ------- ------- Chapter 1 There were only three weeks before finals for the spring semester. Rick's group had just handed in their New Business Startup project, and he and Naomi were relaxing with a Coke in the Union. Through the entire project, Rick had had to suppress his irritation that the rest of the five-person team had mostly coat-tailed on the work that he and Naomi had done. Now that it was over, it suddenly did not matter. He knew they had done quality work, and she had been a wonderful partner. When the arbitrary makeup of the team was first announced, Rick would certainly not have expected the close, productive way that he and Naomi had been able to work together. She was, after all, an adult woman, probably in her early thirties. From his bitter experience, that made her immediately suspect. Looking back, he could see that Naomi must have sensed his automatic wariness and had worked very carefully to get herself past that barrier. He knew little about her, except that she had twin daughters and that she wore no wedding ring. It had taken a lot of talking to himself just to work with her. There was no way he would delve into her personal life, nor would he allow her to pry into his. ------- Naomi had recognized from the first team meeting that Rick was a scarred young man. She had found out only a few things. He was at the top of the class, and in fact, he was at the top of all of his classes. Also, he was a second year student taking the senior level class with her along with some other upper level classes. How he managed that was something she very much wanted to find out. She had ways of finding out most things that had to do with the University. Her late husband had been the head football coach before she lost him in a small plane crash on a recruiting trip three years earlier. Naomi had gotten pregnant from Jack while barely sixteen. They had been careful, but the percentages got them. At the time, Jack was about to receive his M.A. in sports administration and take an assistant coaching job. Both sets of parents had been very supportive, realizing that the love between the two was the kind that could survive such a setback. There was little concern about Naomi's age, since she had always seemed very mature for her years. Despite Jack's brilliant football career, assistant coaches at small colleges did not make big money, so there were some lean years. Jack rapidly made a name for himself, though, and was hired as an assistant back at the university after only four years. Three years later, the head coach took an NFL job and Jack was named interim. He won the job permanently, and the lean years for the family were over. Though devastated at the loss of Jack, Naomi was able to find strength to keep her own life on track for the sake of the twins. She had already been taking classes and the University waived any tuition through a Masters degree. Jack's life insurance policy was a big one with double indemnity, and he had mortgage insurance. Added to the settlement from the aircraft charter company, she and the girls were at least financially secure. The twins, Celia and Delia, were fourteen and finishing the eighth grade when Naomi and Rick worked together on the project. By general agreement, they would be at least thirty at their next birthday. Not at all bad kids, they were just a double handful. Unlike Naomi, the girls favored Jack's athletic build. They were strong and quick, but already showed promise of very womanly curves. Facially, they were girl-next-door, with ready smiles hiding any hint of plainness. Like their mother, they were excellent students. Naomi herself was a perfect example of the 'pleasingly plump' female form. A roundish but gorgeous face, fabulous skin, lustrous brunette hair, and grace of movement worthy of any dancer made her a very sexy woman. Every part of her was cushioned without unsightly rolls and bulges. She worked hard to keep the body that Jack had enjoyed so much, but she did not attempt to slim down. This was the second year that Naomi had considered the twins old enough to be latch-key kids, and she was taking more classes than usual. Even so, she had arranged her schedule so they only had to be home alone after school two days a week, and that was only when neither volleyball nor softball was in season. To Naomi, the fact that one or two people would determine the success of a team project seemed obvious. That she and Rick would be the two took only minutes to deduce. They had made a very effective pair, but Rick's uniformly reserved demeanor around her was puzzling and frustrating. Not that she had romantic designs on him, or anything. It was just that she was a naturally open, gregarious person, willing to talk about most anything. By the project's end, she could only conclude that the women in his life had not been good to him. There was no way she would not find out more. ------- Rick had been thinking for weeks that he should change the way he acted toward Naomi. He had not been able to do it, and now, he felt compelled to apologize. It had not taken long to realize that she was completely different from the women in his family. Intellectually, he had always known that his mother, sisters, and the collection of princesses on his mother's side of the family were not typical of all women. His father being the only child of two only children left only his paternal grandmother as an offsetting female example in the family. While she was a sweet lady, Rick could see where his father got what Rick considered his subservience to his mother. Rick's mother was one of three remarkably beautiful sisters with no male siblings. She was the only one whose husband had not fled long ago. That, in Rick's opinion, was only because his father could never muster the courage to do it. It was either that, or he was so naturally submissive that he needed the complete dominance that Rick's mother provided. Then again, maybe the sex was good enough to hold him. As he became old enough to understand the significance, Rick had been first embarrassed, then surprised at the frequency and passion of his parents' ill-hidden interludes. Of four male offspring of the three sisters, Rick was the last to flee. None had stayed at home more than a month after high school graduation. Two had gone military and one had simply dropped out of sight. Rick had stayed only three days after his own graduation. Unfortunately, it was long enough to endure a storm of anger from his mother. She had found out via congratulations from an acquaintance that Rick had been Valedictorian and had given a very well-received speech at the graduation ceremony. Her anger was at the humiliation of not knowing about her son's achievement, not at having missed the occasion. Rick was certain of that. He had tried to feel guilty about not informing his family of his academic standing and letting them know about graduation, but the guilt never stuck. Since he could not remember the last time they had inquired about his grades, he had seen little point in mentioning them. It was certain that his parents knew nothing of the numerous college courses he had been able to take at the local community college through a co-op program. The administration of Rick's high school was enlightened in that the school counsellor, Mrs. Emerson, was encouraged to work with the top students, not just those with problems. Because of his flawless grades, Mrs. Emerson began meeting with him during his sophomore year. Despite the topic being his future education, she found out a lot about his home environment. Whatever interest and support Rick had lacked from his family had been partially offset by a few teachers and Mrs. Emerson. If fact, she and one female teacher were probably all that kept him from turning into a real misogynist. To them, he was the rare student who rewarded their professional efforts, and they took extraordinary steps to help him out. The one thing none of them thought of was that without their intervention, his family might not know about his winning Valedictorian. Rick's father had always been a problem for Rick, for a number of reasons. Big, handsome, athletic, well-spoken, intelligent - all of those things about his father, Rick should have been happy with because he inherited them. The problem was that from a young age, Rick realized that his father would never, ever intervene on his behalf against his mother. Rick was deathly afraid that he had inherited that lack of a backbone. Part of the reason his father never stood up for Rick was that Rick was a disappointment to him as a son. Being a college-level athlete, his father saw the physical potential in Rick, but no desire to participate. Actually, as a youngster, Rick had played and done well. The problem came up when his twin sisters, a grade behind but about eighteen months younger, showed such a passion for cheerleading. If that meant he might be sharing the field with them, he wanted no part of it. Also, as he grew older, he became ever more of a loner, and team sports just did not appeal to him. Despite his devotion to his studies and his reclusiveness, Rick did not let his good physique atrophy. His physical outlet was cycling, off-road cycling. Since he was first old enough to ride, he had loved the motion, the exertion, the degree of control, and even the risk that biking the nearby forested hills offered. Because he had been seen as a budding sports star, Ricks had received his share of attention from his parents during his preteen years. In those days, to his mother, he was a child and the beneficiary of her mothering instincts. Nice bikes were among the normal boyhood possessions that he received. After puberty, he was viewed as a man, a massive step downward in his mother's mind. A child was to be nurtured and cared for. A man was simply a useful tool. As he passed through puberty but showed little interest in team sports, his value in the eyes of both parents dropped. From then on, he had to scratch and claw for every possession. Well before he was legal to hold a job, Rick was helping at a nearby bike shop, taking his pay in bikes and accessories. Thus, he always had access to good equipment. Because he became relatively invisible to his parents once there was no sports career ahead, they did not notice or begrudge the huge percentage of his time that he spent away from home. As far as his sisters were concerned, he was even less of a factor. He found that if he could manage to be at dinner on weeknights, his other absences went mostly unnoticed, as was the succession of new and better bikes that he carefully locked in the garage overnight. When he was old enough to receive actual wages, Rick became almost a miser. By then, he had made good friends with Mrs. Emerson, and she showed him that a scholarship was his best ticket to the escape from home that he sought. Keying on what his cousins had done, he had anticipated enlisting right out of school, but Mrs. Emerson convinced him that his most unique advantage was his brain, and that he should use it. Just because he could not fathom not doing his best, Rick had made perfect grades up to that point. With his new resolve, he made it his objective to win top academic honors in his class. Mrs. Emerson also arranged for him to take some college courses which would both fulfill high school requirements and jump him ahead when he enrolled in college. Thus, from December of his sophomore year when he turned sixteen, Rick became very focused. Without the usual social distractions, there was time for studying, working, and biking. He did have one date in high school. Afterwards, it seemed that every female relative had grilled the poor girl and they all took great glee in criticizing him on every detail of the rather innocuous meal and movie outing. That ended any desire for more dating. Lack of a car also made dating problematic. Only once did he broach the subject of his parents helping him get a car. He was shut down so hard that he vowed never to bring up the subject again. Neither would he ask to use the family car. With the help of Mrs. Emerson, once again, he was able to use a borrowed car to get his license. Otherwise, his bike provided satisfactory transportation. One of the cruelest evidences of his warped family was the sixteenth birthday gift of a car for the twins to share. Their cheerleading and other extracurricular activities were the offhand justifications given. Since that happened after his junior year had just ended and the end of his time at home was in sight, he refused to let the anger gnaw at him. ------- After his graduation, his sisters joined their mother in being angry at him. Though never a significant factor in the twins' lives, as far as they were concerned, their brother did pose one problem for them. Many of their contemporaries knew Rick and thought that he was a real hunk. Other girls had often asked about him and even asked to get set up for dates with him. Knowing that their brother did not date but having no idea why, the twins had begun telling inquiring girls that he was gay. The reason the twins were angry about missing graduation was typical of the screwed up family. Worthless as their brother was to them, they could have gained some social credit from boasting of his accomplishment. Instead, they ended up looking as uncaring as they truly were. Thus, Rick felt no need for any sort of goodbye to any of his family. He just left. None of them knew of his scholarship, or even where he planned to attend. Naturally, they knew nothing of his early enrollment in summer classes. Perhaps Mrs. Emerson could have been criticized for not doing more to close the gap between Rick and the rest of the family. However, she had decided, probably wisely, that the best thing she could do for him was to provide at least one considerate, supportive female presence. His firm intention was to simply leave and never be heard from again. Mrs. Emerson, however, worked hard to turn him from that course. She grudgingly agreed that he could keep his location from his family. She got him to agree to at least send periodic email to let them know that he was OK. Together, they hammered out a list of what information would be cruel to withhold from them and what was just 'none of their damn business'. As leery as he was of domineering females, he agreed to copy her on all emails to his family. That way, she would know if he was keeping at least minimally in touch. In exchange for him keeping her much more informed, Mrs. Emerson promised to reveal nothing from the forbidden list should the family contact her. Like most things in his life the past couple of years, his exit from home was carefully planned. He got his luggage to the home of a nearby friend ahead of time. On departure day, he went to the friend's house and had the friend take him to the bus station. As did a number of schools, the University required non-local freshman to live in the dorms, so life was pretty well arranged for Rick when he arrived. His scholarship covered a lot and he believed that his savings would carry him for almost two years. Since he arrived almost a week before summer classes started, he used the time to look for a job. Fortunately, an enthusiastic recommendation from the bike shop back home got him on at a similar dealership near campus. ------- For all practical purposes, Rick's first two years were about like high school years, only live-in. With his time a bit more skewed toward study, the rest was still mostly split between work and biking. With no need to spend any time with family for appearances, and no time required to bike to school, he actually came out ahead on discretionary time. Not having a better alternative and finding at least some social contact in the dorm, he continued there his second year. Actually, biking was not as rewarding as it had been at home, since there were no forested hills nearby. There was, however, a network of off-road trails and dedicated road lanes that allowed him to ride hard for an hour or more without covering the same ground. He was able to get great aerobic work, but without the true off road challenge, he was concerned that he would lose upper body muscle tone. The city bus system provided bike racks. He was nervous because they were so exposed to damage, but he finally gave it a try because he could reach some more satisfying terrain. Since weekends were the heaviest business days for the bike shop, he had less time to ride then. Fortunately, he had days when his classes ended early in the afternoon and that is when he took the bus to the off road areas. After the bus rides, it meant that he would arrive back at the dorm well after dark and would miss dinner on his meal plan, but he considered it worthwhile. With some weight work at the school health club, he felt like he was keeping up all of his conditioning. Not naturally shy and having grown up with a lot of women around, Rick had no problem interacting with coeds that he encountered. However, because of his limited time and money and because of his mistrust of females in general, he did not date and he did not attend parties. His only concession to any kind of social activity was joining his dorm's intramural teams in various sports and attending University games with his dorm mates. When he joined Naomi for their minimal celebration of the project completion, he had realized for some time how narrow his life had become. However, he had not thought about it enough to have any ideas for correcting his situation. ------- As Rick was still trying to think of how best to apologize for not being friendlier during the project, Naomi asked "Are you busy this weekend?" when conversation about the project lagged. "I have to work all day Saturday, but I have Sunday free, except for studying," he answered. He knew what was coming next, and he was not sure if he liked the idea. Naomi read his face well and almost gave up her idea. The problem was, she really liked the young man and it bothered her that he seemed to be living with some demons. "Why don't you bring your books and come out to our house Sunday morning. I'll promise to give you time to study. We're having the pool opened tomorrow, so bring your suit. It has been a while since a man has used our grill. You any good at it?" Rick had a naturally humorous bent, although he was too seldom in situations that warranted joking. Something about Naomi just made him feel relaxed. He quipped "Hey, it's genetic. All men are good at burning dead animals." "Oh. So I better have a backup, just in case, huh?" she retorted with a grin. "I assume that means you've never done it." At that, his light mood darkened. Grilling was another of those duties that he was just expected to do. He was actually pretty good at it, but it had not been something that brought any pleasure. Again, she decided to ignore what she saw on his face. "Say, where do you work on Saturdays?" "Wheelsports. I put in fifteen to twenty hours a week there." "I'll bet you worked at a bike shop at home, then. Competition for jobs there must be pretty fierce. You must ride a lot, too," she observed. "Yeah, I worked at the shop back home before I was legal. And yes, I ride whenever I can. I don't have a car, so it's how I get around." "Oh. I'd better come pick you up, then." "How far is your house from campus?" he asked. "About seven miles. It's the closest decent neighborhood we could find." This time, he saw the sadness in her face and he wondered about her husband. Her last name, Brown, was common, so he never connected it with the former coach, although he had heard the story numerous times. "That's an easy ride for me. What's the address? I'll look up a map online." After they parted, Rick went for a very strenuous ride, working off his frustration at his inability to say 'no' to the invitation. She had twin girls, for God's sake! What was he thinking? He could picture himself in a situation very much like what he had fled from. At the same time, he had to admit that Naomi was more like Mrs. Emerson than like any woman in his family. It was a quandary that the ride did not resolve, and it did not make Friday evening's studying very productive. It was not until late Saturday afternoon at work that he worked up the honesty to admit to himself that he was very lonely and that Naomi was a very appealing woman in so many ways. The girls? ... well, he should be able to tolerate a couple of fourteen year olds. That hurdle crossed, he could let himself look forward to the next day. He had an amazingly productive evening of study. ------- Naomi waited until Saturday at dinner to tell the girls about Rick's visit. Actually, one of the reasons for inviting him had been to give the girls some exposure to a nice guy. As involved in sports as they were, they were already hearing some anti-male ideas from their teammates. Unfortunately, in Naomi's opinion, many of those teammates would leave high school as confirmed lesbians. If the twins went that way, she would certainly love them just as much. She just wanted to do what she could to let them make an informed decision. Of course, one day with a guy who seemed to have a real problem with females might not do much to pique the twins' interest, but she was doing it for herself, too. Since she invited him, she had relieved herself more than in a typical month. Thinking about him in sexual terms was wrong in so many ways, but that did nothing to quell the feelings and the dreams. As a strong minded person, she was able to tell herself that the fantasies were fine, but in reality, she would treat him as a needy friend that she would like to help. The first step, of course, was to find out more about him. "You two planning to be around tomorrow?" she inquired casually as they finished dinner. "Well, we'll probably go somewhere, but we haven't made any plans, yet," Delia answered. "Just so you know, I've invited Rick to come for the day," she told them. "You remember that I've talked about him from that project I worked on?" "Yeah, but you thought he was kinda, you know, not too friendly," Celia offered. "Why would you want him to come out here?" "He's not unfriendly at all," Naomi countered. "I think he has just had bad experiences with women. I'm curious, and I'd like to find out more." "Is it all right for us to talk to him, then?" "Sure. Why not?" "Well, if he doesn't like women, he might want us to leave him alone," Delia explained. "I don't think liking women is the problem. I'm guessing that the women in his family treated him badly, is all. Besides, I don't think you will want to leave him alone." "Oh? Is he good looking? I thought he was a brain." "Personally, I would call him a 'hunk'," Naomi said with a grin. "Maybe you two can change his mind about women. Who knows?" That brought a flood of giggles, flared nostrils, and some stiff nipples. "When is he coming." "In the morning." "Mo-om! What time in the morning?" "We didn't talk about that," Naomi admitted. "How are we supposed to know when to be ready, then?" Celia wailed. "What's to get ready?" Naomi challenged. "Just watch TV or play in the pool, or whatever. When he gets here, he gets here." "The pool! But our hair would be all wet and..." "Look, Girls. I have a feeling that just being ourselves will be the best way with Rick. I'm just guessing, but I'll bet that he has a mother and sisters that are cheerleader types." "Oooooh, Yuck!" Delia exclaimed. "If that's why he's down on women, I can't blame him." "Well, then, no dressing up or anything. Don't try to be something you're not." "What does he drive, so we can be watching?" "A bike." "A bike? All the way from campus?" Celia asked in surprise. "Apparently, he's a pretty serious biker. He works part time in a bike shop," Naomi explained. "Can we go on our bikes down to the shopping center and watch for him?" "How will you recognize him? There will be a lot of bikers out in the morning?" "Oh. Darn!" "Tell you what, let me see if I can call him, OK?" "Yeay! This will be so cool!" The shopping center was just under two miles away. It could be reached on residential streets, and Naomi had let them bike there for a movie with friends a few times. The girls wanted to listen in, but Naomi shooed them away. Rick was studying, and he answered the phone. "Rick, my girls are really excited about your visit. They wanted to know if they could meet you at the shopping center where our road meets Division and bike home with you. Would that be OK?" Now, that was something different for Rick. They wanted to meet him part way? On bikes? He could not remember seeing his sisters on bikes since they were eight or nine. Certainly not after they developed. Maybe Naomi's were really different from his sisters. That would help a lot. "How about if I call you when I'm ready to leave. I can estimate when I will be at that corner," he offered, to her relief. "Is that a safe place for them to wait? How will I recognize them?" "Yeah, it's safe. I let them bike to movies there," she replied. "I'm sure they'll be the only twins on bikes waiting in front of the coffee shop." "I don't think you mentioned their names." "They're Celia & Delia. They like those names and don't use any nicknames. It will take you weeks to differentiate between them, so don't even bother," she laughed. "Rick, thanks for doing this. Since ... well, the girls have not had enough exposure to men lately. This will be really good for them." Naomi had figured out that Rick would respond better if he thought he was helping her in some way. As he rode toward the rendezvous the next morning, Rick chided himself for being so nervous. 'The girls are just fourteen, for God's sake', he kept reminding himself, 'and Naomi is as nice a woman as you have ever met.' As he had been told, there was no trouble spotting the twins, and they did not even try to act cool when they spotted him. They had no idea how many points they won when they went ape over his very nice bike before even introducing themselves. The introductions were really unnecessary, and they were quick. Pleased by their interest, he had a sudden idea. "Is there a way to your house on quiet streets?" Splitting the response between them, they told him "Yeah, Mom doesn't like us to ride the main road. Why?" "Well, if you aren't afraid I'll break your bikes, I'll lower my seat and you can each ride it half way to your house." He noticed that their bikes were sturdy ones, and he could tolerate the short seats for a couple of miles. They were too stunned to respond for a moment, but made up for the silence with quick, loud agreement. "I'll let you decide who goes first," he said as he pulled out his ever-handy wrench and lowered his seat. It was only then that he worried about whether they could actually reach the peddles safely and if they were taking a risk of hurting themselves on the bar. A look at their bikes, though, showed that they were normal ones with the full triangle frame. He was impressed with how easily the first girl got going. As they rode, he could not help watching their bare legs. They were shapely legs, but they definitely had muscles, muscles all the way into their buttocks. The other thing he could not miss was their unbridled enthusiasm and pleasure. They seemed not to care at all about being 'cool'. He was having to revisit a lot of his assumptions about teen girls. Naomi must have been watching through the front window, and came out to meet them. In denim shorts, sandals, and a golf shirt, she was quite a sight, but he had little time for a closer examination. The girls babbled for minutes about how cool it was to ride his bike. Then, one turned to him and pled "Will you come in the pool with us? It's nice and warm." When he looked at Naomi, she gave him a nod, and he agreed. Reverting to a few years younger, the girls tore off with squeals to get into their suits. When he came out of the short trance he had entered as he watched them scamper away, he saw Naomi with her hands on her hips and as cross an expression as she could manage around her grin. "Do you realize what you have just done, Richard Stanwick? You've made my poor darlings fall madly in love with you, and you just got here!" It took a little time for him to realize what she was saying, and his look of concern and confusion made her lose it. Laughing for all she was worth, she unconsciously rested her hand on his upper arm and leaned her forehead against his chest. It was such a natural, intimate little gesture, that it almost made him cry. It was the kind of expression of feeling that he had never experienced with a woman before. Trying to cover up his emotions, he joked "Then, you'd better get in the pool with me to protect my virtue." "Oh, I..." something in his expression told her that demurring was a very bad move right then. 'Damn! Which suit should I wear?' was her next thought. She had always been a bit body shy. Jack had made her believe that her body pleased and excited him, so she had enjoyed enticing him. She had never been as comfortable exposing what she considered her excess flesh to other men, though. In her drawer were suits with about four different levels of exposure, and which one to choose was causing her a minor panic. Well, it damn sure wasn't going be the thong bikini that Jack had gotten her to wear on that Caribbean beach where other women were topless or nude. Her normal choice with company would have been the high-cut one piece. It accentuated her good spots. She felt a shiver run through her at the unbidden thought that maybe they should just skinny dip, as she had done with the girls the day the pool was ready for use. Mentally slapping down that fantasy, she still inexplicably felt the urge to show herself a bit, so she chose the 'regular' bikini. Her belly had never been one of her figure problems, and she had worked hard to return it to its prior tautness after the girls. 'Let's see how Rick reacts to seeing a lot more of his project partner', she thought. Predictably, Rick was changed and was heading to the pool long before Naomi had finished deciding on her suit. The girls had noticed that he had a nice build when he rode up to meet them. With his biking gear on and with them so excited about his bike, though, they had not taken time to drool. They were already in the pool when he stepped through the patio door, and this time, they definitely drooled. Noticing that the twins seemed transfixed, Rick could not pass up the chance and did a cannonball right in front of them. That stopped the drooling and got them into full water fight mode. It started with splashing, but it quickly turned into frantic efforts to dunk him. That meant lots and lots of body contact. When he realized that he hardly ever felt cloth against him, only skin, some blood started flowing South. The battle raged with lots of girlish squeals and screams and masculine growls and shouts until all of the girlish noises suddenly stopped dead. Rick happened to be facing away from the house with both girls in front of him. Turning to see what had interrupted them, he suddenly had lots of blood, perhaps most of his supply, heading right to his crotch. Faster than he could remember, he had a full, raging hardon from seeing Naomi in her brief swimsuit walking gracefully toward the pool. Even when the girls hollered "Mom!" and "Wow, cool!", he stood stupefied with his cock rigid and pulsing. Of course he had seen various female members of his clan in swimsuits or other scanty attire. Besides the fact that they were merciless to him if he seemed to react to or, heaven forbid, comment on the sight, it never seemed to affect him sexually. Probably, it was because each of those women carried such a negative aura to him that it overrode any effect from their undeniable physical beauty. He could not remember getting erect from any view of those women. Reaching the pool steps and seeing Rick still catatonic, Naomi told the girls "Get us some Cokes, Girls. Please." Stepping into the pool and right up to Rick, she hugged him briefly and told him "You can't imagine how your reaction makes me feel." Shaking his head as if to clear cobwebs, he was able to say "You must get that reaction a lot." She still had her hands on his upper arms from the hug, and he felt her shiver. "You are the first man other than my husband to see me in this suit." "Naomi, I would really like to find out more about you. Will you tell me?" "Will you tell ME?" she shot back. "Everything?" "I ... I guess it would be good for me," he admitted. "It will have to be later. Here come the girls," she informed him. Unlike their mother, who had approached noiselessly, there was no doubt when the girls opened the door. Rick looked toward the door and groaned at the sight of one girl turning away from them to close it. When they had left the pool, his eyes had been riveted on Naomi and they had moved away behind him. Now, he saw that the girl's suit bottom had nothing in the back but a thin strip running up her crack. Showing an admirable level of sensitivity, the girls stretched out on loungers with the Cokes, leaving two on the table for Naomi and Rick. "We had quite a discussion last night about what suits they were going to wear today," Naomi said with a chuckle after hearing his groan. "They bought those on a shopping trip with friends." "I guess you lost the argument, huh?" "It wasn't really an argument, Rick. I understand why they want to show you their bodies." "They do?" "Sure. Because they're not in the glamorous crowd at school, they don't get much approval of their sex appeal," she explained. "But they're perfect!" he exclaimed. "God, I wish they had heard you say that. It would do them a world of good." He just shook his head. "I guess you've figured out that I'm pretty stupid about women." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," she countered. "You just have to remember how much all women need that approval, all the time." "I guess I don't understand how they can go almost naked like that with a stranger," he admitted. "Rick, if you want, I'll tell them they can ditch the suits." "And they'd do it?" "So fast you wouldn't even see it," she chuckled. Barely audibly, she murmured to herself "Can't blame them." She had not said it quite softly enough. More than a little confused, he asked "Can I assume that you don't wear that suit often?" Her blush was his answer. "Why?" he pressed. "I had a wonderful husband who gave me lots and lots of approval. I lost him in a plane crash three years ago. Not much approval since. Guess I'm needy." "I hope you could tell that I approve." With a giggle, she assured him "Oh, I could tell, alright. Especially when I hugged you." "Naomi!" he protested. "I'll bet you don't want to leave the pool right now, do you?" she teased. He could only groan again. Stepping close for another brief hug, she told him "Rick, you are a really nice guy. Your approval means more to me than you can imagine. I'm sure the girls feel the same way." "But they only met me a little while ago," he protested. "We can smell real nice guys a long ways away. It doesn't take long. Shall I tell them to leave the suits and join us?" "Not that it would make a whole lot of difference, but I don't think I'm ready for that," he said with a shake of his head. "You're not still comparing them to your sisters, aren't you?" she guessed. "How ... how did you know about them?" "Just a shot in the dark. Guess I scored, huh?" "Twins, too," he admitted. "But not like yours at all. They were ... well, all the women in the family were gorgeous, but bitches," he snarled out. "I want to hear about that later when we talk," she said. "I'll bet you can get out of the pool, now, can't you?" How did she know that just the thought of the women he had fled from was the best erection-prevention ever? She seemed able to get inside his head. Somehow, though, that prospect did not frighten him. It was a warm spring day, and none of the women showed any interest in covering up. Rick had to avert his gaze numerous times to prevent another erection. He berated himself for not thinking about reducing his risk before he left the dorm. As they all relaxed around the pool, the talk turned to biking, with the girls showing genuine curiosity and interest. When he described the area he bussed to, they got excited. "Mom, can we go out there sometime and try it?" "I don't think your bikes would survive," Naomi warned. "They aren't built for off road." "Darn!" "I might be able to arrange some rentals from the shop," Rick offered. "It would have to be on a weekday, though. Everything is rented out most weekends." "We have softball practice or games every school night," one of the girls lamented. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait until school's out, then," Rick consoled. "Do you ride, Naomi?" "Oh, I don't know. I haven't biked for a long time. I would just slow you down." "So, we go slower. I'd rather have you with us," he insisted. "It sounds like we've got a few weeks to wait. We'll figure something out," Naomi decided. "Oh, can I get a copy of your softball schedule?" That won Rick some serious points with the girls. However, he could tell from their faces that he was now committed to attending at least a couple of games. The girls wanted to go and play in the pool some more. Rick was about to join them, but he could tell that Naomi wanted him to stay with her and talk. For a while, they just watched the girls frolicking. They were in and out of the pool a lot. "Guess I'm no expert, but don't they look older than fourteen?" he observed. "Yeah, they do. That's one thing they inherited from me. I matured early. When I had them, I wasn't quite seventeen. Other than that, they are more like Jack's side." "Do you think they're kind of, uh, parading for my benefit? They sure seem to be out of the pool a lot." "Good guess, Rick. That is exactly what they are doing. Enjoying it?" "Very much. Are they really worried that they aren't sexy?" "You bet. They are females, Rick. We ALWAYS worry about that." "Even you?" "Flatterer!" she accused, but he glanced over to see her face flushed. "They wouldn't really take off their suits, would they?" "Hey, Girls!" Naomi shouted. "If you want to, you can take..." "Naomi! No!" Rick shouted just as loudly, sitting up and reaching his hand out to Naomi's arm. "I don't want to embarrass them that way." "Embarrass who?" she challenged. "I think you're the one who would be embarrassed. I'll bet you're afraid they would want you to show them your hardon." Then she giggled like one of the twins. He just flopped back and lay silent. She soon realized that she had hit a sore spot. Softly, she asked "You haven't had much experience with girls, have you?" "None, except for the two I had to live with." "Why don't you tell me about it." By the time he finished a summary version of his life before college, the girls had worn out. Naomi had signaled them to stay away, though, so they had gone into the house. ------- Chapter 2 "Can we have Rick come out again?" the twins asked almost in unison when he had biked out of sight on his way back to campus Sunday evening. "I'd like that, too," Naomi assured them. "I'll bet he shows up at some of your games." "I hope so! Say, what was that shouting when you were talking to him and we were in the pool, Mom? You were going to tell us something, then he stopped you." "Oh, I was just teasing him," Naomi said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Mo-om! We don't believe you." After Naomi refused several times, all the while thinking about how she could make something good out of it, the twins threatened their newly discovered doomsday weapon - tickling. Naomi was frightfully ticklish, and they were far too strong for her to have any chance of resisting. "OK! OK! Remember, you asked for it, and remember, I was just teasing him. I was about to tell you that you could take your suits off if you wanted to." It was fun watching their absolute astonishment, followed by some incandescent blushing. "Mo-om! Did you really tell him you were going to say that?" Naomi nodded. "But ... but, we could never do that! Why would you let him think it?" The girls were actually upset, which was not at all what Naomi had intended. "Wait! Wait! Don't get upset. Let me explain. First of all, Rick has had very little experience with girls." "But he's such a fox!" "Yeah, well, he has kind of a sad story, but you need to ask him about that yourself. Anyway, he had not noticed that your bottoms were bare until you turned around to close the patio door after getting the Cokes, Celia. When he saw your ass, he let out this groan." "He groaned? Why?" "Because it got him so aroused - so horny - to see so much of you." "You ... you mean he liked what he saw?" "Did he ever!" Naomi assured them. "I was telling him how you always worry that you're not sexy enough, and you know what he said? He said 'But they're perfect!'" "No! Did her really say that?" "He really did. Then he guessed that those weren't the suits you usually wore, and I explained about our big discussion on which suits. That's when I stuck in a little lie. I told him what you really wanted to do when he was here was not wear any suit." Celia was quite agitated. "Mom, you made him think we're sluts or something!" "Oh, come on, Celia. He thinks you're perfect, remember? Besides, he didn't believe me. When I was going to tell you you could swim bare, he stopped me. He didn't want to embarrass you." "Oh." Was all Celia could say to that. After a moment, though, Delia had a different response. "I'd sure take my suit off if he would." Celia was watching her mother. When Naomi flushed and shivered a little, Celia pounced. "MOM! You'd skinny dip with him, too, wouldn't you?" Reverting to the girls' level, Naomi retorted "Are you saying you wouldn't?" Then, everything degenerated into giggles. When that settled down, Celia, who was still a little upset, demanded "You'll tell him you were just kidding, won't you?" "Not unless I can say it about both of you," Naomi teased. "I think your sister is ready to show him her pussy hair and her nipples. That's about all he hasn't seen already." That revived the giggles. "You going to have sex with him, Mom?" Naomi was not terribly shocked at that question. Remembering how she had felt at their age and seeing all the signs of early maturation, she had decided to be completely open with them. Since Jack's death, it had become a priceless bond to be able to talk freely about anything to do with their bodies and sex. "Wouldn't you rather have him be sort of a substitute brother?" Naomi countered. "Let's talk about the family rules on incest, then," Delia quipped. She managed to make her twin gasp, a major coup. Spurred on by the reaction, she added "You into sharing, Mom?" Naomi's instincts were to come down hard on Delia for talk that suggestive. The problem was that she knew her girls. Delia, especially, was not into idle chatter and joking. Maybe inviting Rick out was a bad idea. Probably she should not have done the skinny dipping jokes. "I'm sorry, Girls. I guess I should not have let this suggestive stuff into Rick's visit. It's just..." "It's just that you're horny, he's gorgeous, and he's a sweet guy," Delia finished for her. "Mom, don't forget that we're horny, too. How old were you when you started having sex? I've forgotten." Delia most certainly had not forgotten, and she had chosen a very gentle way to remind her mother that their needs were the same as what hers had been at that age, and that they were overdue to satisfy those needs. On a roll, Delia just laid it all out. "Mom, please! Get him out here again. Get him in bed and teach him how to do it right. Then let us have our turns." "But ... but won't that come between us," Naomi protested, unable to deny that she would like nothing better. "Won't jealousy be a problem?" Celia finally entered in. "Don't tell me you don't know about stuff Delia and I have done with each other, Mom. We wouldn't be jealous of each other, and we could never be jealous of you. Would you be jealous?" "Whoa! Whoa, Girls! How did we start talking about all of us having sex with Rick?" "That's easy," Celia claimed. "You just take two horny virgins and an even hornier mom, you throw in one perfect stud, and you've got a ... a reverse gangbang." "Celia, that makes it sound kind of trashy. I can't think of Rick that way," Naomi scolded. "You're right. I can't either," Celia backtracked. "Guess I was just trying to shock you a little." "You did that. You do realize that if Rick has sex with you it's statutory rape, don't you." "That's why officially, he will only be having sex with you," Delia said, returning to the conversation. "Hey, have you girls been plotting something like this for a while? You didn't even know about Rick until last night." "Well, we've been looking for guys you might want to go out with. We figured we could get them to do us, too. Oh, as long as you were willing, I mean. What man would turn down a chance like that, anyway?" Delia challenged. "I had no idea you two were thinking about stuff like that. I suppose boys your age aren't at all interesting, are they?" "You should know," Celia shot back. "Yeah, I do know." "Would it really be such a tough thing to break in Rick for us, Mom?" "How did I raise such comedians?" Naomi muttered, purposely loud enough for the girls to hear. "Of course it wouldn't be tough. OK! I admit that I've got the hots for him. I know he's too young, and everything, but no man since your dad has gotten to me like he has." "We figured that out when you wore the bikini," Celia teased. "The thong next time?" "How did you know I had a thong?" "There were pictures on Dad's computer of you in that suit - a whole bunch of them." "Oh, I forgot about those." Naomi shivered involuntarily as she remembered when Jack had managed to display those pictures from his computer to their big-screen TV while they had sex on the floor. She could not stop a tear from forming. "Sorry, Mom. We really miss him, too, but I know it's nothing like you feel." They pulled into a group hug and there was silence for a while. "Are you worried that it will, um, dishonor Dad if you have sex with Rick?" "Oh, I think I'm past that. You know, we talked about what if one of us died. Neither wanted the other to stay celibate." "Good. So, next time the thong? Or nothing?" Don't depend on a teen to be diverted from the real issue for long. "Hey, slow down, please! You know your dad was my one and only. I've only ever made love, not just had sex with someone. I at least want to get to the place where Rick and I really care for each other, and I want him to really care for you, too. I think that can happen pretty quickly, but it won't be tomorrow. Let's manage to see him as much as we can, then play it by ear. I promise we'll talk about everything, OK?" "Well, OK, but don't make it too long. Otherwise we'll have to haul a couple of those dweebs from school into bed." ------- As he pedaled wearily back to campus, Rick could not believe how much one day had affected him. The three women - the twins were definitely women - had been completely different than any women he had spent any time with before. Oh, Mrs. Emerson had also been different, but his relationship with her was necessarily professional, regardless of how much she had helped him personally. Perhaps it was born of a long-neglected need, but he had a sudden sense of 'belonging'. Despite Naomi's teasing, he had felt comfortable - at ease. It seemed like the women were happy that he was there and wanted him to be with them more. Well, he definitely wanted to be with them more. One serious problem was trying to keep the twins positioned as surrogate sisters. What really made that difficult was the image that would probably never leave his memory. It was when he first noticed that their suits left their asses bare. That ass he had first noticed was only the centerpiece of the image imprinted on his mind, though. Downward, the two globes of the heart-shaped whole split into her substantial but nicely tapered thighs, then on down to knees, calves, and feet that were all lovely to look at. Upward from that ass was a taut and surprisingly narrow waist. From there, her torso formed an amazing triangle, topped by wide, straight, muscular shoulders. As experienced a biker as he was, Rick could ride safely while thinking deeply. As a healthy young male with at least normal sexual urges, he could not recall ever looking so critically, and yes, longingly, at a woman as he had looked at Naomi and the twins that day. Could it be that unless the woman seemed to invite his appreciation, he could not give it? He was certain that all three of the Brown women were delighted when he looked at their bodies. Unbeknownst to Rick, he arrived at the same conclusion as had Naomi. He would try to manage his feelings about the women until he got to know them much better. He would take every chance he could get to be with them. The concept of family, a real family, kept running through his mind. When Naomi finally got to bed, after sitting up a long time and downing an unusual two glasses of wine, sleep was a while coming. Part of her mind was berating her for even talking about the three of them having sex with Rick. What kind of mother would encourage her fourteen-year-old daughters to have sex? And with the same man she wanted? She had this little mental debate about which part of her mind was making that objection, the emotional or the rational. She 'knew' she was supposed to keep her daughters from having sex too early. But had it been too early for her at that age? Absolutely not. Of that, she was convinced. Had it not been for the illegal but wonderful sex with Jack, Naomi was certain that the desperate need of her highly hormonal body would have ruined any hope of productive teen years. She could see the same threat in her girls. They were women with women's needs. ------- Normally, Tuesday was the day Rick took the bus to one of the off-road areas because his classes ended at one-thirty. Instead, the Tuesday after his Sunday visit, he biked about thirteen miles to watch the girls' softball game. When he arrived, Naomi saw him first and exclaimed "Rick, I was at school. You could have ridden out with me!" "I needed the ride, Naomi. Usually, I go off-roading Tuesdays, so at least I got some miles in." "And you gave that up to watch the girls? Will they ever be impressed!" "Well, I wanted to see you, too," he told her, with boldness that surprised him. "How did you know I would be here?" Shrugging, he answered "You're just that kind of a mother." There was that little shiver that Rick had seen from her a few times. Naomi just blurted out what she was thinking. Fleetingly, she wondered if he would understand - it was a good test. "Rick, you have to stop saying that kind of stuff. We're planning to eat out afterwards. My panties will be so damp that people will smell me." His answer did not give her the information she wanted. "Oh, well, unless the girls get to shower, no one will notice you. It's pretty hot today. In fact, I'd better stand away from people and watch." After his answer, Naomi still did not know if he understood about arousal and female lubrication. He did, but she would have to ask him straight out at some point. During the game, he never really had a chance to sit. Since Naomi really wanted to be with him, she followed him around as he took hundreds of pictures with the powerful little camera that he always had with him. It had been with him Sunday, and there were many pictures he had wanted to take. He had just thought that would be pushing it for a first visit. "Why don't you ride with me to the house. We can pick something up instead of eating out. I'd like to load those pictures onto our computer." "I don't have any other clothes with me," he pointed out. "Do you really want me in your car smelling like this?" "We can handle it," she said with a smile. "When we get to the house, you can wear something of Jack's - or not?" That last was delivered with a very sexy little pose and look. Once they knew Rick would be along, the twins were more than happy with 'Hot and Ready' pizza. Naomi kept the pizza warm in the oven, and they took a short swim before eating on the patio. An old swimsuit of Jack's worked, barely without falling off. He never put anything else on before donning his biking outfit again for the trip home. Naomi offered to drive him, but he really wanted the ride. As he rode, his thoughts were on the women and his relationship with them. There was that feeling of family again. The girls had been thrilled that he had made it to the game, and very impressed with all of the pictures. Naomi had been attentive and flirty in turns. He was glad he did not have to choose just one mood. The whole was just ... nice. He could not wait to do it again. ------- Rick had attended two more games and spent another Sunday with the Browns when his carefully guarded seclusion from his birth family ended. He was alone in the cafeteria, sipping coffee and studying between classes when someone sat down across from him at the otherwise unoccupied table. Finishing the paragraph he was reading as a signal to the person that they were rudely interrupting him, then finally looking up, he saw his cousin Megan. Staring at her and trying to moderate the disgust he felt, he just said "Shit!" It was the kind of reaction he would never have dared to try even a few weeks earlier. Her face flushed briefly, he guessed from anger. "What kind of greeting is that?" she demanded. There was no humor in her look when she said it. "It's not a greeting," he retorted, once again amazed at his own boldness. "It's a curse against my bad luck." "Bad luck?" "I guess I should be happy I made two years without anyone finding out where I was. What year in school are you?" Since she had books with her, he knew she was a student. "I graduate in two weeks." "Damn! Damn! Damn! I came that close to making it through the year." Megan just stared at him for the longest time. "Why did you just disappear? Why didn't anyone know about Valedictorian or scholarships or anything?" "Well, the twins knew about Valedictorian. Not my fault it wasn't important enough to tell their parents. As for disappearing; I was just following the family tradition." There was another flush and this time her voice showed real anger. "Why do all the men leave, anyway?" "Megan, if you're a college graduate, you already know the answer and you're just playing with me. If you don't know, than I can't imagine how you earned a degree." "God, Rick! I've never seen you so bitter and angry." "Well, you never paid any attention to what my mood was before, so how would you know? I've got to get to class. Congratulations on your graduation. Bye." He knew Naomi's schedule and caught her leaving her last class. "Any chance I could spend the night at your house and ride in for morning classes?" Naomi would have to come in earlier to get him to class, but she did not hesitate. "Great! The girls will be thrilled. I have a committee meeting tonight, but I'm sure you won't get bored." She waited until they were at the house before asking why, and he replayed the encounter. With a few more questions he had explained where Megan fit in the family and what his previous relationship with her had been. She decided it would be fun to pick up the girls from practice and surprise them, so the conversation ended there. The twins were both surprised and delighted. Now able to tell them apart, he knew it was Celia who asked "Is something wrong, Rick? You usually only come out on game nights." Celia was sitting beside him on the back seat, and he reached over to squeeze her hand. He hoped she could sense how much it meant to have a woman concerned about his feelings. "How about I tell it all again when we get home." It was Celia's look that made him realize that he had said 'home' rather than 'your house'. When they got to the house, Delia was obviously in some discomfort. When he asked, she said that a muscle in her back had tightened up. "Let me see if I can work it out for you," he offered. "Oh, that would be great," she enthused. "Wait. I stink. Let me get a quick shower." "Sure. While I try to untie the knot in your back, I'll tell you what happened today. Hurry back." "Where did you learn massage?" Naomi wondered, after Delia had gone off to shower and Celia went to another bathroom to shower. "I really don't know massage. Biking leaves lots of cramps and tight muscles. I've learned to feel out the problems and loosen them up on my own legs," he explained. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind getting your hands on her body, would you?" she teased. "Busted. Hey, you want a back rub while we wait?" Naomi demurred, but the girls were back in record time. Delia stretched out on the floor and raised her T-shirt way up to her shoulders, revealing her lack of a bra. Having had so little contact with female flesh, it took Rick a few minutes before he could think about telling his story while he worked on Delia's back. By the time he finished telling about the encounter with Megan and some background info, Delia's sore spots had been worked out and the massage had turned into caresses. Delia seemed perfectly happy with the more affectionate contact. Rather drowsily, Delia got up, flexed her back, and purred. "You got it. That's great. I'll have to let some of the rest of the team know about you. You wouldn't mind feeling up some more girls, would you?" She ended in a tease. "Yeah, but most of them wouldn't want a man's hands on them," Celia pointed out. "That's OK. We'll keep him a secret just for us." "Hey, that pizza is going to dry out," Naomi warned. The four of them made short work of the food, then Naomi had to get ready for her meeting. As Naomi was heading out to the garage, she turned back a moment as if to leave some instructions or a caution. "Don't worry, Naomi. I won't be doing anything I shouldn't," Rick vowed with a smile. "Oh, I wasn't worried about YOU, Rick," Naomi replied, with a quick, stern look at each of the girls. When their mother was barely out the door, both girls turned on him. "OK, Rick. You are pretty sneaky, but we know you took a bunch of pictures last Sunday. Let's see them." He had had no intention of keeping the pictures from them, so he set up to show them on the TV. "Hey, you make us look pretty good," they exclaimed. "Not my fault," he retorted. "No way could I make you look bad." Both girls mocked his flattery, while unable to hide their pleased grins. Most of the shots were around the pool, and the girls had on the thongs again. "Awful lot of shots of our butts, aren't there?" they commented at one point. "Well, I assumed that's what you most wanted to show," he replied. "Your butts are very photogenic." They made him go back through the thirty or so shots twice. Then Celia said "Hey, I've got an idea. Mom won't wear her thong, but we've got pictures of her in it. Wanna see 'em?" "Silly question," was his response. The pictures were from a clothing optional beach. Naomi was in all of them, often showing her bare bottom. Rick was not surprised that it was as appealing as the rest of her. He was surprised at how little difference there was in her appearance in the pictures and what she looked like now. The pictures had to be more than ten years old. There were also various bare boobs, pussies, asses, and penises that just happened to be in the field of view of many of the shots. Since the girls hardly reacted to the other naked bodies, he said "I'll bet you've watched these a lot." "Several times," they admitted. "What do you think of Mom's butt?" "It's like everything about her," he answered. "She's just a sexy woman." "We're not like her at all, are we?" "Not physically, except that you're all sexy in your own ways. Your hearts are alike, though." "How do you mean "our hearts are alike'?" Celia wondered. "Well, you're all upbeat, positive people. You're all sensitive and caring." "We love Mom. We think she's the greatest. I'm glad you think we're like her," Delia stated. "I don't understand something, Rick," Celia told him. "You said we're all sexy. But, none of us look like models or movie stars." "Who says they're the only ones who can be sexy?" he challenged. "I'll bet I know something," Delia claimed. "I'll bet your mother and your sisters were like models or movie stars - cheerleader types, right?" "Good guess." "So that type isn't sexy to you, right?" "Hmmmm. Maybe you have a point," he agreed. "Is your cousin Megan a cheerleader type?" "All of the women on my mother's side are." "But you'd rather be with kinda chubby mom and us lady wrestler types than with a cheerleader, huh?" Celia challenged. "Who told you you look like lady wrestlers?" he demanded sternly. "Well, uh, we've heard some girls say that." "They're full of shit! And they're just jealous. Remember, I've seen just about every bit of you two. Tell you what; do you have dresses that you think you look good in?" "Dresses? What for?" "Oops! Sorry," he backpedaled quickly. "I was just trying to show you that if you dressed up like the models and the movie stars, you would be surprised how much you look like them," he explained. "So, you prefer your women in dresses and heels and stuff, is that it?" "Now quit it! You're just messing with me. To tell the truth, I'd prefer you two in absolutely nothing, OK? There. I said it." Blushes and giggles ensued, and conversation stopped for a while. The girls had been sitting on the floor, with him on the couch. Suddenly, they surrounded him on the couch. "Are you going to see your cousin Megan again?" That non sequitur completely changed the mood and the subject. "Not if I can help it," he said firmly. "We missed each other for two years. I should be able to avoid her for two weeks until she graduates and leaves." "Do you think she feels the same way?" "Don't know, don't care. It would be strange for her to want to find out about me now, when she never gave a shit before. Well, except for after my one and only date." "She seemed to really want to know why you just disappeared," Celia pointed out. "Her brother, Andy, did the same thing, only he went in the Army. Hey, you already know all of that," he explained. "It shouldn't be a surprise that all males leave as soon as they can." "Did your sisters go to college?" Now, that was an interesting question. In the emails he had gotten from home, nothing had been said about what the twins did or where they went. "I have no idea," he admitted. Delia just shook her head. "I'm still trying to figure out how they can be so stupid to drive you away." "Honestly, Delia, I don't feel bad about it, especially after meeting you two. It's like I finally got the kind of sisters I wished I had." Their reaction to that statement surprise him a little. Celia looked sad and Delia looked upset. When she softly muttered "Sisters is the last thing we want to be," he heard. It was totally unlike him. He just felt an overwhelming need to be closer to the two girls. Getting an arm around each of them he pulled them close. Looking at Delia, he asked "Don't you think I could be a good brother?" Like a shot, she was on her knees on the couch, facing him and kissing him for all she was worth. When she pulled away, she demanded "Your sisters ever do that to you?" He could only stare for a moment, then again finding surprising poise and insight, he told her "I don't think they are capable of that kind of kiss. They could never show that much feeling for a guy." "So you know what I think about this brother shit, right?" "You made that pretty clear, Delia," he assured her. "It's just that ... well, being with you and your mom is what I thought families were supposed to be like." He thought he saw moisture in her eyes, and it looked like she wanted to say something more. Instead, she just turned to sit beside him and rested her head against him. ------- Noami had gotten Rick settled in the lower level bedroom, barely resisting the urge to spend the night down there with him. Climbing to the second story to check on the girls, she saw Delia in the open bathroom, naked and looking at herself in the mirror from different angles. "There aren't any fat rolls, if that's what you're checking for," Naomi told her daughter. Delia stopped with a start, then faced her mother. "I'm just trying to see myself as Rick would see me if I was naked." "Oh. Why don't you just check out Celia. You know you are identical." "I guess. It's just..." "What brought this on?" Naomi inquired. Delia told her about the evening and Rick's comments. "You showed him those pictures? How could you?" "Oh, Mom! You know you're going to end up in bed with him before long. At least I hope it's not long so we can get our chance," Delia said with no trace of teasing. Sagging against the door jam, Naomi sighed loudly and confessed "I try not to think about that, but ... well, he's getting to me, too." 'When are you going to do it, Mom. We'll go first, if you'd rather," Celia said, coming up behind Naomi. "Remember, Girls, it isn't just up to us. Rick has to want it, too. I don't think he's the kind of guy to do it just for sex. He will have to get to the point where it really means something to him." "Hey, why doesn't he come out here to live?" Delia suggested. "I'll bet he'd learn to love us before long." "Oh, I don't think loving is the problem," Naomi said. "He has to get past all of the bad things women in his family have done to him. Besides that, he has to get past feeling that it would be wrong." "Would it really be rape even if we want it," Delia asked, "just because of our ages?" "As far as I know," Naomi answered. "Say, I'm not happy that you showed him those pictures." "Yeah, but he said you were sexy all over after he saw them." Naomi got one of her little shivers just thinking about Rick seeing her bare ass. 'It really has been too long', she told herself. Aloud, she said "You know, we could offer him the basement where he is right now. It's like an apartment down there." "Yeah, and we could just tell everyone he was renting from us," Celia enthused. "You have to suggest it, Mom." After the girls had subsided, Naomi could not shake the idea of Rick living with them. Hoping that he might be studying late, she went to the basement and knocked on the door at the base of the stairs. Hearing no response, she walked in and called out "Rick? Are you still up?" "Just reading in bed," came his answer. "Can I come in for a minute?" "Sure." Sitting on the side of the bed, turned toward him, she offered "Why don't you move out here to live? You could have this whole basement. You would be renting it for a dollar a month." Besides being stunned at the idea, it addressed something that had been bothering him. He was sure he wanted to go on for an MBA. At the rate he was going, he would finish his bachelors in three years, but costs for the MBA program were higher than for undergrad, and his scholarship was undergrad. He had found out that the portion of the scholarship designated for housing and food could be used for off-campus living. Perhaps he could pay Naomi and get the money back from her. ------- Rick was concentrating so hard coming out of his Materials class that he almost ran into the girl standing just outside the door. By the time he looked up, he was almost touching noses with his cousin Megan. With a snort, he jumped back, bumping into another student leaving the room behind him. Megan saw his expression as he backed away from her, and her own face registered shock and confusion. What she saw on Rick's face was mixed anger and disgust. It was the same expression he had worn for most of their brief encounter in the union. When both of them had stood motionless for several seconds, he demanded "What do you want, Megan?" "I thought I wanted to try for a civil conversation with my cousin," she told him sadly. "I can see that it probably wouldn't be very civil." "I can't imagine what we have to talk about," he stated. "But we're family!" "Oh? When did you first realize that?" he snapped. She worked her jaw silently until she regained some composure. Then, she let out a dramatic sigh, dropped her gaze, and turned to walk away. Turning back quickly, she said "Maybe you've already heard, but your Dad is divorcing your mother." Finally, she saw a different expression on his face - shock. Then, he actually laughed, although it was mirthless. "Never thought he would have the balls to do it. Fat lot of good it does me now." He was the one who turned and walked away after that. The Brown women were amazing. Either that, or he was very easy to read. "What happened?" Naomi asked when he met her for the ride home. "How about I tell all three of you together," he answered. Sensing his mood, she did not push. Grateful, it occurred to him that she never pushed. He was no sooner in the door at home than the twins were asking about what happened. After he told about the brief meeting and the news about his father, the women did not say anything for a while. Finally, it was Naomi who said "Rick, it sounds like she was reaching out to you." "Why would she do that?" "I don't know, but don't you think it was a little cruel shutting her out like that?" "Guess I've got a lot of 'cruel' stored up," he answered, but in a much softer voice. "Naomi, I just want to be completely rid of anything to do with my family. I want to get on with my life without all of the old shit dragging me back." "Rick, please don't get angry, but what if you can't really get free of the 'old shit' by just walking away from it." After a large sigh, he confessed "That seems to be my problem, doesn't it? But isn't there some way to just ... erase the past?" "Maybe you should talk to someone." "I'll talk to you three. I know you care. You're the only ones I've ever been sure of," he declared. "It sounded like Mrs. Emerson and a couple of teachers cared," Delia offered in the first contribution from the girls. Because of the twins' eagerness to hear what had happened, they had been standing near the door during the exchange. In a surprisingly bold move, Naomi took his hand, pulled him to the family room, sat him on a couch, and sat down on his lap. Putting her arm around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder, she told him "I won't try to convince you that the women in your family are unique, but I honestly believe there are more caring, loving women out there than there are ... ah..." "Bitches?" he offered. "Yeah. Bitches." Without thinking, he kissed her on the forehead and replied "Well, you three make a very strong argument. Do you think I should try to talk to Megan?" "Tell you what; give me her full name, and let me talk to her first," Naomi suggested. "I can see if she really wants to talk, or if it's just more of what you ran away from." Rick let out a long sigh. "Are you thinking about what they call 'closure'?" he asked. "No, I'm thinking that maybe your cousin realizes what the problem is. Maybe she is remorseful. Maybe she is ashamed. I really don't know what she is thinking, but if there is a chance to help her change..." "Why should I care? Why is it my job to help her?" Celia answered before her mother could. "Because that's the kind of guy you are." What could he say to that? "I'll see if I can find her," he finally said. "No, Hon," Naomi replied, not even realizing she had let the affectionate name slip out. "I can find her more easily, and after the last encounter, she may not be receptive to you." "Oh. How come you can find her more easily?" Naomi's explanation was when Rick finally connected the name 'Brown' with the well-publicized plane crash tragedy. ------- As Naomi had predicted, Megan was not inclined to even talk about her cousin Rick after being rebuffed rudely in two attempts. Naomi did prevail, and they met in the cafeteria. "Did you just run across Rick by accident?" Naomi led off, after brief introductions. "Pretty much," Megan answered. "How about you? How do you know him?" Naomi explained the team project. "He was a great partner, and a super nice guy, but there was always a distance. Well, you know how us women can't resist a mystery like that, so I invited him out to our house. My twin girls and I have become very fond of him." "Interesting," Megan commented. "Word is he's gay." Naomi laughed so loud that several people nearby noticed. "Not hardly!" she was finally able to exclaim. "But he only had one date," Megan pointed out. "And he decided he could never put another girl through that," Naomi shot back. "What do you mean?" "Oh, come on, Megan. I assume you were one of the ones who put the poor girl through the third degree, then hammered Rick about everything he did wrong." "You mean ... you mean ... that was enough to keep him from dating?" Megan asked in honest shock. Naomi just stared at the girl, then stood up. "I guess Rick is right. He's better off just wiping out everything to do with his family." "Wait! Wait!" Megan pled, again drawing attention from people nearby. Naomi was not going to be stopped, but she made the mistake of looking back and saw Megan's eyes glistening with incipient tears. Naomi sat back down and stared hard at Megan for a while, before saying "Let me guess. The only psychology courses you took in four years were listed under 'Women's Studies', right?" At Megan's nod, she went on "Did they do anything to explain why there are no males left in your three families?" "Um, well, the profs pretty much showed why we were better off without them," Megan offered. "There was a lot of stuff about, you know, the Mars and Venus contrast and things like that." "Look, Megan, this is not the place to discuss this. Do you have a car?" "Sure. All us girls got cars for our sixteenth." "Rick didn't. I'll bet your brother didn't, either." "But, we were all in cheerleading, and..." Naomi just cut her off with a wave of her hand, then wrote her phone number on a napkin. "If you honestly want to talk about your female-only family, give me a call. I need to arrange a time when Rick is not there." "What do mean 'is not there'?" "Rick is renting our basement." With that Naomi left as quickly as she could. She truly hoped that Megan would never call. ------- Chapter 3 But Megan did call, and almost begged for a chance to talk some more. After Naomi's stern warnings, the twins managed to be polite, but there was no way Megan could miss the disgust and near hatred in their eyes. It shocked her with the similarity to what she had seen in Rick's eyes. Naomi saw the girls' looks and Megan's reaction, and it made for a great opening. "The girls are more than a little in love with Rick, and they know how wounded he is. They assume you were one of the guilty bitches." "Bitches! Why do they feel that way? Why does Rick feel that way?" "You really have no idea?" Megan's teary-eyed shake of the head left no doubt that the soon-to-be college graduate was truly clueless. Naomi launched into a thirty minute monologue about men, what they needed and expected from women, and the differences in how they felt about women. When Naomi stopped talking, Megan sat in shock and asked "Why haven't I ever heard any of that before?" "Because your mother never heard it, and her mother probably never heard it," was all Naomi could think of to say. "But ... but ... can that really be true?" "Megan, there is no way I can make you believe it. Tell you what; why don't you do your own research project. Find some couples that you consider to be happily married. Ask the wives what they think about their husbands and ask the husbands about their wives. Find some guys who have good relationships with their mothers and ask both how they feel about the other. Do the same with sisters and brothers who get along well. If you aren't willing to do that, well, just go on with your life either single or with two or three divorces." That was harsh, and Naomi intended it to be. It did not make her feel good, but Megan's attitude made her skin crawl. She no longer had any difficulty understanding Rick's wounds. Megan did get one shot in, showing perceptivity that surprised Naomi. "You're more than a little in love with Rick, too, aren't you," she challenged. "Good guess," Naomi admitted, then turned it around "Ever been in love?" The question was asked gently, but Megan's reaction was extreme. She began crying and dashed toward the front door. This time, it was Naomi who called out 'wait'. When Naomi had Megan back on the couch and had sat down beside her, she asked gently "That's what this is all about, isn't it? You have not been able to have a decent relationship with a guy. You look at your whole family and there aren't any good relationships. You don't want to go through life like that." Through sniffles, Megan admitted "I see lots of happy couples, but I can't find a guy who will stick with me. I get lots of dates, but they don't stick around. I was worried that it might be something about me, but I know I look good, and ... You think it's because me and Mom and all of the others are bitches, don't you?" "Do you think that?" Naomi threw it back at the girl. With a sigh and a nod of her head, Megan acknowledged "I don't know how else to explain why all of the husbands and sons have left. The stuff you were telling me sure wasn't anything I heard from the women in the family." "Do you have a current boyfriend, Megan?" "Well, there's one guy I've gone out with a few times, but I'm afraid he's going to disappear just like all of the others." "OK. If you're serious about any of this stuff, I've got an assignment for you. Here's my email address. Try to get another date with him. When you do, spend no more than ten minutes getting ready. When he brings you home, I want you to email me a complete biography on the guy. You know, all about his extended family, what he did in high school, what his plans for the future are, his politics, his religion, his favorite teams, everything. Treat him like he's a rock star or a football hero." "Well, uh, he is on the football team." Naomi sat back and rubbed her temples dramatically. "Let me guess. He's dated lots of girls and you feel lucky to get your 'turn'. To get a second date, you had to put out for him. Have I got it right?" Megan was gaping. Nodding her head was all she could manage, and Naomi was not done yet. "You think he's mostly an arrogant asshole, but dating him gets you lots of 'points' with your sorority sisters." "God, Naomi! How could you... ?" "I dated a football player, but he was a good guy and I married him. I saw all of the girls going after the assholes just like you are doing. Hell, Megan, if you're only going for that type, than why do you need to change. You deserve each other." No one had ever talked to Megan that way, and she did not like it at all. The problem was that she could sense the truth in everything Naomi said. "Look, Megan, you're about to graduate and leave the area, right? There's not much I can do to help you. I hope I have started you thinking at least a little." "Um, for sure. Could ... could you get Rick to talk to me at least a little." "Sure. Can you stay a little longer?" "You mean he's coming back?" "He's here - right downstairs. Let me go get him." When Naomi got down to Rick's room, she told him "I won't tell you that Megan is a changed person, but she is definitely wondering about a lot of things. Can you just talk to her for a while? You can find out about your family, even if you have to pretend to be interested. Ask about her plans after graduation. You know what to do." When Rick let out a big sigh, Naomi got a little stern. "Just maybe, showing her some courtesy and concern can be a step toward a real change. Wouldn't it be good if at least one girl from your crazy family could find some normal happiness? Wouldn't it be good to maybe break the chain in one place?" Standing, Rick gave Naomi a hug and admitted "I really have been a hard-ass, haven't I. You're a wise woman, Naomi." The conversation between Rick and his cousin could not be called congenial, but both were obviously going out of their way to be courteous. Rick found out that his father had already moved out. He barely avoided laughing when Megan told him about the triggering event for the divorce. His dad had suffered some sort of hormonal problem. The treatment left him impotent for several months. Even though he was now recovered, Rick's mother had found a sexual replacement in the interim. Rick's suspicions that only sex had kept the marriage together were pretty much verified. The situation between his parents was exacerbated by both twins flunking out after a year at an expensive liberal arts college. They had picked up some modeling contracts that Megan thought were highly suspect, but she had no chance to offer her opinion. Rick waited as long as he could stand it, then asked "Megan, did you tell anyone that you had found me?" "No, I didn't. It seemed like you blamed me for your running away. I still don't understand that, but if you were right, I didn't want to make it any worse. I could see how upset you were at being found." Surprised did not nearly cover Rick's reaction. "I really appreciate that, Megan. That's ... that's more consideration than I expected from any of the family." Megan opened her mouth to object, then snapped it shut and nodded sadly with moist eyes. ------- Naomi was a little upset by how quickly Rick left the room after his talk with Megan. She would never have guessed where he was headed. Finding the twins lounging by the pool, he told them "I get the feeling you two have some romantic hopes for me. I can't tell you how flattered I am. The problem is your mom. I know she is a lot older than me, but I think she is the most wonderful woman I could ever find. I want her to teach me how to love a woman. I ... I needed to tell you. I hope you won't be too upset. I hope it won't come between us." In milliseconds, he had barely clad girls plastered to both sides of him and two mouths competing for contact with his lips. The following words were so ping-ponged between the two that he lost track of who said what. "We're not upset! We're not upset! We've been hoping that she would take you to bed. It's even better if you make the first move. She's going to teach you so you can be our first and make it really good for us." As he hugged them, they suddenly pulled back and some kind of non-verbal communication passed between them. They paused, backed up a couple of steps, and stripped off their bikinis. Then, almost in unison, they said "Now, you take yours off and come in the pool with us. It's the price of our support." They did not leave it at that, but pounced on him and grabbed the top of his shorts. He could have resisted, but he did not see any point in doing so. He was rock hard, but their exuberance, their gorgeous bodies, and the certainty that they would be thrilled at the sight wiped out any embarrassment. He let them pull off his shorts and briefs, then stood and removed his T-shirt before dashing to the pool. It did not take long for the resulting noise to attract Naomi's attention. When she came out on the deck, it did not take long for her to notice the bikinis and his clothes strewn about. Delia saw her mother, and whispered to Rick "Go to her and give her a movie kiss." "But I'll get her all wet." "We'll be right behind you and we'll get her wet clothes off. She isn't wearing anything that will be damaged." It was an eerie feeling for Rick. He should have been petrified. Weeks earlier, there would have been no way he could walk out of the pool with his hardon waving and approach Naomi. That day, though, it was as if his desire for her overwhelmed every other sensation. There was no embarrassment, no fear, no timidity, only love and desire. As he stepped from the pool facing her, Naomi's eyes locked on his cock, and the rest of her body just locked up. The girls beat Rick to her, and he stopped as they began pulling off her clothes. By this time, her gaze had reached his eyes, and there was another lock. It was likely that she did not even realize she was being stripped. When she stood naked and still, he moved toward her. Instead of the dramatic kiss that Delia had urged, he scooped her up and carried her toward the house. Amid unison squeals, the girls hurried to open the patio door, then waited uncertainly inside. "My room," he said, and they dashed to open the door to the stairway, open the door to his room, and pull back the covers on his bed. By the time he got to his room, Rick was regretting the grand gesture of picking her up. She was not tiny. However, he did his best to make it seem effortless and thought he pulled it off pretty well. Besides, the feeling of the lush naked body in his arms provided an unparalleled adrenalin shot. As he laid Naomi on the bed as gently as he could, he saw the girls standing like guards at the door. Abandoning Naomi for a moment, he walked to each girl, took her face in both hands, and kissed her soundly. "I love you," he told them both. That sent them hugging and squealing away. As he turned back to the bed, he found his courage running out. He sat on the bed and leaned over to kiss her. He was about to ask if she wanted this, but one look in her eyes made the question unnecessary. As his lips touched hers, her legs spread wide apart and her hands reached for his cock. "In me! Now! Lessons later!" she almost shouted. Remembering what he had read, he reached a trembling hand to her crotch to find it hot and slick. She was pulling him almost frantically toward her center, and he did nothing to impede her. Again from what he had read, Rick feared that he would shoot off very quickly once he was inside. In fact, that did not happen. He was so overwhelmed by her eagerness and her intensity, that his focus was completely on her, rather than the exquisite feelings as he sank into her. He was not even all the way in when her legs grabbed his thighs and began rhythmically pulling him into herself. Synchronizing his thrusts with her pulls was instinctive, and they were soon in an energetic rhythm. Then, he started to feel the urge building up and he feared that he would come too quickly. One thing Rick did not realize was the level of arousal that Naomi had reached, even though his touch of her crotch should have told him. Seeing the discarded clothes on the deck, watching him rise from the water and walk toward her with his cock rampant, feeling the girls stripping off her clothes, being blown away by his strength as he carried her to the bed, and finally watching him kiss her girls so tenderly; every one of those things was escalating foreplay to a sexually deprived woman. Her late husband had been muscular and strong, and that feeling of strength had always aroused her. Rick was less beefy, but very tight and strong. His forceful strokes were both new sensations and reminders of past bliss. She came quickly, hard, loud, and long. When the walls of her passage started to ripple and contract, Rick had no chance of holding off. His bellow blended with her wails, announcing to the girls and any others within earshot that their first joining had been a resounding success. Neither partner could recall just how, but they ended up on their sides facing each other, their breathing too labored to even kiss. Naomi was the first to move, just sliding her lower hand under his cheek and running her thumb gently over his lips. As he began to revive, his hand moved up to cup her breast. Seeming to wait until her breathing slowed, he finally initiated a gentle kiss. He started it gently, but it was like pulling a trigger for her. Exhaustion instantly erased, she pulled herself tightly against him, writhing as if to merge her body into his. At the same time, her tongue went in search of his tonsils. The feeling of her lush flesh moving against him made him want join the attempt to merge. Unfortunately, one of his arms was pinned. Hardly thinking about it, he rolled them so she ended up on top of him. Then, he was able to pull her as close as she was doing to him. As the kiss intensified, though, just hugging did not seem like enough. As his hands began stroking, they were drawn to her delectable bottom. Since seeing the pictures, it had been a source of fascination. The feel was even better than the sight. When he cupped a cheek in each hand and squeezed, Naomi could not help it. Memories of wonderful sex with Jack came flooding back, and with them, the feelings of loss were amplified as never before. Jack had spent hours doing exactly what Rick was doing. The sobs started, huge, wrenching, wailing sobs. The girls must have been right outside his room. As the door flew open, he could see the concern on their faces. Strangely, all he could think of was sheltering the grieving woman atop him. He managed to bring a finger to his lips to make the shushing gesture, and the girls stopped in their tracks. Naomi's face was turned toward the door, so she saw the girls come in. She was unable to stop crying, but she held out her hand and grabbed the closest hand, pulling Celia towards them. For Rick, it was surreal. Having just lost his virginity after just baring himself to a female for the first time, he was now faced with a naked darling of jailbait age about to press herself against his side. At the same time, Delia was going around to the other side of the bed, her intention obvious. Rick had spent hours worrying about his strong sexual attraction to the twins and their avowed intention to surrender their cherries to him as soon as possible. Those deep concerns should have caused him to extricate himself from that bed as quickly as possible. The problem was that concern about improper conduct with the girls lost out to concern for the feelings of all three wonderful women when he saw Celia's face disintegrate in tears. Given his sensitive nature and the palpable grief he wished he could alleviate, he could think of no other action. Spreading his arms in invitation, he was soon hugging a naked girl to each side of him as they in turn hugged and caressed their mother. There was no way he could guess how long the trio sobbed and cried atop him. The tears and drippings all over his chest and shoulders should have grossed him out, but he honestly did not notice. Someone, three someones, very important to him were depending on him for support and comfort. That was all that mattered. It was a totally new experience, as emotional in its own way as the grief being wailed out upon him. Looking back and talking about it with the women later, he would realize what a significant turning point it was in his life, and it was not losing his virginity that was significant. For so many years, he had had to be self-centered. No one else was truly concerned about him and trying to take care of himself had left no emotional energy to spend on anyone else. The women had already worked their way into his life and his emotions, but there on that untidy bed, amidst the saddest of emotions, those women became his responsibility. Their grief made his hurts seem trivial. Their emotions became far more important than his own feelings. He crossed that masculine line where nothing, including his own life, was more important than their well-being. For the best of men, that is a point that their lives build towards. For most, marriage or the birth of a first child are often the triggering events. Rick was a ways from either of those events, but the transformation was no less real. Because he had lacked closeness with other people for most of his life, it was all the more wonderful and more binding. Ever since his first visit to Naomi's house, the feeling of family had been growing. Now, naked in bed with three naked women, with tears and less pleasant fluids drenching his chest, with his spend dripping from Naomi onto his pubic hair, the feeling consumed him and became a central force in his life. He should not have been surprised that Naomi, even through her grief, sensed a change in him. She raised her head and smiled through her tears. "I felt it, too," was all she said before kissing him soundly. Almost as if their own grief was keyed to their mother's, the girls' moods seemed to change at the same time. The way they had laid against him and Naomi, his hands had rested on their lower backs. Now, Delia moved upward so her face was even with his and kissed him on the cheek. His hand stayed in place as her ass moved so his hand rested on her tight little cheek. An hour earlier, Rick would have jerked his hand away and gently chastised the girl, but no longer. Not even feeling guilty about it, he stroked Delia's ass, then squeezed her cheek firmly. Alerted by Delia's gasp, Celia raised up in curiosity and tried to look over to see what had caused the reaction. In doing so, one succulent tit nearly brushed Rick's face. Without even thinking about it, he raised his head enough to suck the nipple into his mouth. He was able to tease it momentarily with lips and tongue before Celia pulled away reflexively. Naomi's head was up and she saw what happened. When Rick's eyes locked with hers, he first saw shock. Then, apparently sensing the strength and resolve in his own gaze, she lowered her head a little, maintaining eye contact from under her eyebrows. It was a subtle little gesture with an obvious meaning. She was willingly yielding herself and her girls to him. The sigh that she let out a few seconds later was unmistakably one of relief. She had been strong for the girls since Jack's death, but she did not have to do that any more. Now, she had another strong man that she could lean on, and she was thrilled and relieved. It is hard to know what instincts are deeply ingrained in our DNA, but one very powerful one took over Rick's mind right then. As gently as he could, he moved the girls off of himself and rolled Naomi under him. When he spread her legs to get between them, she saw his rigid cock and guessed his intention. Her face showed alarm and she looked nervously at both of the girls. Looking back at Rick, she saw the determination on his face. Then, her eyes radiated surrender and need, and she reached down to guide him home. This joining was to be symbolic, almost ceremonial. It was to be more powerful and meaningful than any nuptials that might follow. He would be asserting his claim to the headship of the family. Naomi sensed that and desperately wanted it. The girls had to see it and be part of it. Too inexperienced to know how rare vaginal orgasms were, Rick was filled with confidence that he could get Naomi there again. He had gotten hard again rather quickly, but as he pushed into her, he did not feel any urgency to come. He had just gotten into a steady rhythm when he saw the girls looking like bookends. They were on their knees with their hands jammed into their crotches and their mouths gaping in amazement. His breathing was still steady when he told the girls "Help me out. Suck your mom's nipples." This only increased their astonishment, but after a few seconds of confusion, they eagerly took to their assignment. He had guessed that they had done this often to each other, and his guess appeared to be correct. The one surprised was Naomi, but it was an arousing surprise, bringing a long moan from her. Her arms came over her girls' backs, pulling them closer and showing her approval of their efforts. To give the girls room, Rick had to hold himself more upright. This put more strain on his arms, but he was not worried. Riding a bicycle downhill, especially over rough ground, required exceptional arm strength and endurance. Supporting himself now seemed trivial. He did not do it to purposely take his mind off the fabulous feeling of stroking into Naomi's wondrous channel. He just could not help admiring the contours of the girls' backs as they bent lovingly over their mother. If anything, that sight itself was arousing. Certainly not intending to distract them from what they were doing, he could not help lowering his face to kiss their backs and necks. Rick had no right to expect a repeat of Naomi's awesome climax from their first time. Then, the situation had been so erotic that he caught her well on her way to completion. Well, just the presence of her daughters while she had sex was highly erotic. When they began helping to excite her, her sexual circuits very nearly shorted out. He would never need to know that almost anything touching her pussy right then would have driven her over the edge in record time. Blind luck can leave a person just as satisfied as the most careful planning and skill. Perhaps Naomi's intense emotions of loss and grief were as effective as long foreplay. Whatever the reason, she let loose after only a few minutes. She expressed the joy of her feelings even more loudly than before. Seeing it for only the second time, and after coming not too long before, Rick was so blown away by the sight and sound of her extremity that even the spasms of her vagina did not take him to completion. That was fine with him. This second time, he was able to enjoy the unbelievable new feelings even more than before. He kept right on stroking, getting a hold on her hips to keep from being dislodged as she thrashed and shook. It took two or three more minutes for Rick to ejaculate. It seemed that Naomi's massive orgasm lasted for that entire time. By the time he finished spurting, though, Naomi had passed out from the overload. Because he almost blacked out himself, Rick did not notice Naomi's condition until both girls started freaking out. Fortunately, by the time Rick sat up to see what was wrong, a huge smile broke out on Naomi's face and she stretched her arms up over her head. "Oh, God, Mom! Are you all right?" "Oh, Sweetie, I have never been better. I can't believe..." That was all she could get out before the girls fell on her in relief. The girls' concern for their mother's condition actually avoided a potential problem. They were so highly aroused that they would surely have demanded sexual attention themselves. Only the brief panic could have cooled their arousal enough to approach their deflowering more calmly. The several jokes about skinny dipping were no longer jokes. After a short recovery time, it was Celia who wrinkled her nose and exclaimed "Damn! We don't have a shower big enough for four. Let's all get in the pool. We need to do something. Whew!" ------- It was not exactly a frolic in the pool. Naomi was unbelievably clingy. In fact, Rick was pretty sure she peed in the pool so she wouldn't have to leave him. The girls seemed almost as dependent. For a while, they just moved around in the water casually. Rick was planning a number of things that he and Naomi had to talk about when they could get alone. It was starting to seem almost spooky the way Naomi seemed to know what he was thinking. "Rick, Honey, I think we should include the girls in the discussions we need to have." The girls heard her and there was a sudden four-way hug when he agreed. "Let's fix some dinner, first," Naomi suggested. "No clothes allowed, though," Delia insisted. Throughout the preparation, eating, and cleanup, the girls acted like adult women, demonstrating that almost dual personality characteristic of their age. Rick had to admit, though, that from his limited experience, he would never have guessed their ages at only fourteen. It was quite late when the issue of who slept where had to be addressed. With very mature good grace, the twins agreed to sleep in their own beds. Because his linens were trashed and no one felt like changing them this late, he and Naomi would sleep in the master bedroom. When the girls left the room, Rick pulled Naomi into a hug, and they just stood there for quite a while. Speaking softly into her ear, Rick asked "Would you be upset if I called Megan?" She pulled back and gave him a puzzled look. "Why now? You didn't even want to talk to her before." Sighing, he told her "Not sure I can really explain it. All of a sudden all of those hurts from before just don't seem that important any more. You're right. I should try to save one." "What are you going to tell her?" "Well, I'll ask her if I can get a ticket to graduation, and..." "Get two." Nodding, he continued " ... and I'll find out when I can talk to her again." "Take her to dinner." "Good idea," he agreed. "I've got her cell number," Naomi said as she broke the hug. "Put it on speaker." When Megan answered, Rick thought the obvious anger in her 'Hello' was directed at him. That her voice softened when he identified himself, corrected that impression, though. "Megan, I've got a lot to apologize to you for," he started out. "I didn't want to talk when you were here, and that was wrong. You were trying to reach out and I was rejecting you. Would you be willing to start over. Oh, and can you get two tickets for graduation?" At that, Megan started crying. Taking the phone gently from Rick, Naomi asked "Megan, what's wrong?" "I'll ... I'll have someone there for me," Megan sobbed out. "Mom just canceled, and ... and... " That was all she could get out. "Where are you now, Megan? It sounds like a crowd?" Naomi asked. "I'm in lobby of my sorority house. My slut roommate has a guy in bed with her," Megan spat out. With just a quick glance at Rick, Naomi offered "See if you can get a few things and come out here for the night. I've got plenty of room. Oh, bring a swimsuit." "Really? I ... I ... I'll be there in a half hour." "What plenty of room?" Rick reminded Naomi when the call ended. "We'll make up your bed and put her there." He couldn't resist. "Hope you've got a big bottle of room spray." Her mock anger at his joke was the perfect way to change the mood in preparation for Megan's return. They had snoopers. "You actually invited her to stay overnight?" Delia demanded, hands on hips. Rick hurried over to get an arm around each girl. "Don't be angry at Megan, girls. Please. For me. It was wrong of me to feel that way. You three are the ones who got me out of that. I don't have to be angry at my messed up family any more. You've given me a much better one." "But ... but she's a..." "Yeah, she's a cheerleader bimbo type," he agreed. "But maybe that's just because she never knew better. Would you two be what you are now if your mom wasn't an angel?" "You think she really wants to change?" Naomi fielded that one. "So far, she only realizes that her life is not fulfilling. But that's a start." "But wasn't she one of the ones that..." "Celia, I'm trying to get past that. I could use your help." "So we should apologize for trying to kill her with our eyes, huh?" They all laughed at that. "Think of it this way," Rick suggested. "Do you have any friends that are getting sucked into the glamor clique at school?" "Seems like half the girls we went to elementary with," Delia grumbled. "Maybe Megan can help you understand them." "Why would we want to?" "Because you're the kind of girl who will help an old friend when her crowd shits on her. It's bound to happen, you know," Rick pointed out. "Hmmmph. This is important to you, huh?" He nodded. "OK. We'll be nice." "Um, we don't have long before she gets here. Girls, bed time is waived for tonight." That was a perfect motivator. Good thing because Naomi's next instructions were "You two change Rick's bed and air out the room, OK." "Where will she sleep?" "Rick's bed." "But where... " Delia's eyes widened in realization. "But she'll know!" "No use trying to keep that a secret," Naomi declared. "I think it will help to change her thinking." "Wow!" When the girls tore off to prepare Rick's room, Naomi somberly told Rick "If I felt the way Megan sounds, I would really need some contact - some hugs." "You want me to?" "Not really, but I think she needs it. If you get her on your lap, I'll warn the girls not to murder her." "Naomi, I ... what if..." "Rick, I think it's too late. She's already at least a little in love with you. She'll survive, and she needs to experience that feeling. I don't think she ever has. I'm not worried about her stealing you." "Couldn't happen," he affirmed. "I suppose we should get dressed." "I'm tempted not to bother, but I guess that would be too much of a shock," Naomi explained. "Let's keep the clothes minimal. I'm just putting on a sleep shirt. No makeup." "Big deal. You don't need any." He was still learning about the impact of those little heartfelt comments. This time, the impact threatened to crack a rib. "I can't believe how you've changed your mind so quickly," she said, still hugging him fiercely. Keeping his arm around her, he broke her grip and led her toward the master suite. "You felt it, you said so," he reminded. "Somehow, that changed everything. Now, I have a family. I belong. I don't have to be angry at what I was supposed to have but didn't. Uh, I mean..." "Not up to your usual precise speech, but I understand," Naomi said with a little giggle. "The problem is, it makes me want to start right in again." "Oh! I'd better go to my room and get some things. Don't want Megan to catch me like this." "She wouldn't mind, I'm sure," Naomi joked. "We've never been kissin' cousins, and this is a bad time to start. Like you said, we already have a little problem." Before Naomi could respond to that, the twins came into the room and told them that Rick's room was ready for a guest. "Thanks, Girls. You'd better get some clothes on before Megan gets here," Naomi warned. Delia spoke up. "Nope. We want to stay naked." Both Naomi and Rick were too shocked to reply immediately, so Celia went on. "We want to..." After hearing their plan, Naomi was shaking her head vigorously when Rick wrapped her from behind and counseled. "Let them apologize their way. I know it's, um, pretty bold, but if it shakes Megan up, that might be a good thing. She only knows one way for a woman to look at things. This would be a crash course in another female viewpoint." Completely to Rick's surprise - the girls' surprise, too, Naomi sagged back against him and surrendered "Whatever you think, Rick." "Girls, I think you can tell Megan everything, except about us all being in bed together, OK?" he instructed. Rick had barely put on some shorts and a shirt when Megan pulled into the drive. Both Rick and Naomi stepped out the front door to greet her. Seeing the small bag she had brought, Rick was impressed. His sisters would never go for the night with less than a steamer trunk, it seemed like. As she came up the two steps to the small porch, Megan dropped her bag and stood for a moment with her face starting to disintegrate. Rick held out his arms, and they were instantly full of a gorgeous, sobbing cousin. Naomi and Rick got Megan between them with arms entwined and got seated on the couch in the family room. "Megan, I'm sorry I was so..." Rick started. Putting a finger over his lips, Megan told him "Don't, Rick. I'm the one with the most to apologize for. I can't believe you talked to me at all." "You can thank Naomi for that," he explained. "She made me get past my hatred." "It was hatred, wasn't it? I could tell from those two times at school," Megan told him. "Well, I've been thinking a lot about the things you said, and I don't blame you. "I guess it shows how materialistic I am, but you know what made the most impact on me?" Megan asked rhetorically. "Every single girl in the family got a car for her sixteenth birthday. Not one of the boys got one at all." "If there had been a football hero, he might have," Rick suggested. "Yes! Exactly! He would have for sure," Megan agreed. "Then, I started remembering little things, and God! We were the worst bitches! "Naomi, when you asked if I had ever been in love, I was ready to attack you." "I could tell. But you didn't." "It just hit me that I didn't really know what that meant. You described me perfectly, and it hurt," Megan recalled. "So, did you talk Rick into calling me tonight?" "No, his idea," Naomi assured her. "Why, Rick? What changed?" Megan challenged. Rick looked at Naomi for a few moments, then decided. "Naomi and I made love tonight for the first time." Megan gasped, but Rick went on. "All of a sudden, I had what I was so angry about being denied. I had a real family. Oh, I even had a father before, unlike your brother. But I think you can see that I was not a real member of that family. I was an unfortunate encumbrance." Megan looked like she wanted to say something but could not get her mouth to work, so Rick kept talking. "I know we're an unusual couple, but the four of us have the things that make a real family. We have love, respect, concern, and we let each of us be ourselves. "Megan, I really appreciate your not telling anyone that you found me. That's why I'm telling you this. I trust you to be discreet about Naomi and I. I am just renting a room from her, OK?" Megan nodded wordlessly. Before anyone else could say anything, the twins came into the room, naked, drying their heads with towels, but not covering anything. Already shocked speechless, Megan could barely breathe and just looked back and forth between Rick and the girls. Delia was not speechless. "Megan, we need to apologize to you. Let's get in the pool for some girl talk. We'll show you where you can sleep, and you can put on your suit if you want to. Or, we can just tell Rick not to look." When the girls each took one of Megan's hands and Celia grabbed her bag, Megan followed along robotically. When the girls had gone downstairs, Naomi and Rick could not help laughing quietly. Rick pulled her over to fill the spot where Megan had been sitting and he hugged her to himself and kissed her lovingly. "You are the absolute best thing that ever happened to me, Naomi Brown." When the kiss finally ended, she teased "Think they'll ask you not to look?" He just shrugged. ------- Sensing that Megan was still unable to say anything, Delia explained "This is Rick's room. He'll sleep with Mom tonight. We'll wait in the hall while you put your suit on." When they closed the door behind them, there was a chance they would have been waiting all night. Megan just stood motionless, trying to marshall a coherent thought. Finally, she shook her head and opened her bag. She laid out her swimsuit and stripped. As she was stepping into the skimpy bottoms, she gave a snort and tossed them back on the bed. Hell! She had stripped at more than one frat party. Why did she need a suit for two 'kids'? Then, she thought about Rick. She shivered and her nipples popped out as she hurried out the door. "Cool! I'll go tell Rick not to look," Delia exclaimed. "God, you're gorgeous!" Celia breathed out. "Don't bother telling Rick," Megan instructed. Delia giggled "We love it when he looks at us, too." "Do ... do you strip for Rick all the time?" "Tonight was the first time." "After I left?" Megan wondered. "Yeah." Looking at each other, the twins started a ping pong recounting of what had happened, leaving out only their presence in the bed as Rick had asked. "You two are in love with Rick, too, aren't you?" Megan probed. "How could we not be?" Celia demanded. "The first time he saw us in our bikinis, he told Mom we were perfect. Well, we get lots of shit at school because we're not cheerleader types. You know, we've got shoulders and our legs are muscular. One time we said something about looking like lady wrestlers and he jumped all over us. Megan, he makes us feel sexy and good about ourselves." "That's not all," Delia went on. "He biked across town several times to see our softball games. He does so many thoughtful little things." "Are you going to have sex with him?" Megan asked, immediately sorry she had. "We want to MAKE LOVE with him. We want him to be our first. Problem his, he's worried about our age and what could happen if anyone found out." "But you're sixteen, aren't you?" "Nope. Fourteen." Megan showed her surprise, then was thoughtful for a moment as they got into the pool. "You two looked like you wanted to kill me earlier today. What changed?" "Well, if Rick thinks we should give you a chance, how can we refuse?" "A chance? A chance for what?" Both twins stared hard at Megan and she lowered her gaze. "Why did you come back out tonight?" Delia challenged. Holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender, Megan admitted "You're right. Something is missing, and I don't know just what it is." "Good. I'm glad we agreed." "Agreed to what?" Megan asked. "We didn't like it that Rick invited you back out. We saw how hurt he was when he first came out here. But, he asked us if any of our friends from grade school were getting sucked into the glamor clique. He said we should understand you better so we could help those old friends if they got shit on." "'Cheerleader' is a dirty word to all of you, isn't it?" "I guess so," Celia admitted. "That's not right, though. That's as bad as the 'lady wrestler' comments." "Well, the cheerleader clique rules most schools. I know we weren't very nice to a lot of kids. I wasn't nice to a lot of kids," Megan confessed. "So, how come you left off the suit?" Delia probed. With a sigh, Megan explained "I ended up naked at more than one frat party. Why should I worry with people who seem to really care about me?" "Should we invite Rick out here, then?" "No," surprised them as it came from Naomi who was walking out the patio door dressed just as they were. When she stepped into the pool she exclaimed "Good. No scratches or bruises." "Aw, Mom. We'd never be that bad." "Yeah, but if looks could kill..." "I would never have left the house this afternoon," Megan finished. "I could tell. I'm understanding more why they felt that way. Getting angry because someone else is hurt is new to me, I'm afraid. Guess I just never cared enough for anyone to feel that way." No one said anything for a while, then Megan almost whispered "I wonder where my brother Andy is?" "No mailing address or anything?" "I guess he was just like Rick. He didn't want any contact." "Did he go in the Army, or was that another cousin? Rick said one cousin did." "Oh, I can probably track him down through the Army," Megan mused. "Why do you want to find him?" "I'm finding out just how badly he was treated, and I did a lot of it. It's just like Rick, only Andy didn't earn any scholarship." "Sort of a penance, then?" Naomi suggested. "I guess you could call it that. I probably won't get much of a response." "One psych book I remember," Naomi recounted, "talked about reconciliation and apologies. It suggested writing out what you wanted to say, even if you did not know how to make contact. It warned you would find it a difficult task and probably have to redo it several times. When you finally made contact, you would be better able to say what you wanted to." "That's a good idea. Right now, I don't know what I would say if I was talking to him." "And your mother really doesn't know how to reach him?" "Not according to her." "How about your father?" That caught Megan by surprise. Then her face fell and he eyes moistened. "That's where I should start. I know how to reach him." "How old were you when they divorced?" "Seven or eight. I'm not sure. I cried a lot." "And you've never see him?" "He's clear across the country. He's supposed to have visitation, but..." She punctuated with a shrug. The twins had been quiet through the recent exchange. Delia commented "Losing Dad was horrible, but all of our memories of him are wonderful. You don't have many good memories, do you?" "I thought I had a great life, until recently," Megan claimed. "I guess the thought of leaving college and going into the real world scared me. Everything I thought was so great is starting to seem ... I don't know ... shallow, I guess." "So, where are you going after graduation?" "I thought I was going home to look for a job," Megan answered, "but I just now decided I'm going to visit my dad." "You're welcome to stay here until graduation," Naomi offered. "Oh, that would be great, but I couldn't," Megan demurred. "The four of you have a lot of new things to deal with. My presence wouldn't help. And besides, if I stay, I'll just get more ... uh..." "I know what you mean," Naomi cut her off. Giving the girl a hug, she told her "Megan. You are going to be just fine. You've got a lot of learning to do, but I think you're ready." It was not at all polite, but Rick could not resist. The master bedroom looked out over the pool and he stood and watched as the four women talked. He already knew that Megan was gorgeous. Somehow, though, her perfect body did not overshadow the appeal of 'his' women. It looked like Megan was indeed in the process of changing, and he felt good about that. Naomi's comments about Megan's feelings for him were a little troubling, but he would not let them affect what he had found. Hopefully, Megan could someday find it for herself. For now, nothing could quench the pure joy of having his own loving family. Megan no longer invoked anger, disgust, and revulsion by her mere presence. Would he someday be able to think about his mother and sisters with at least neutral emotions? Would he be able to meet them face to face? Anger at his family had been a driving force for so many years. It had helped him escape home. His striving for independence and academic success had been a way to vent his anger by 'getting back at' his family. When he first saw how hurt Megan was at his reaction to their accidental meeting, he rejoiced. His family might actually be suffering something because he had disappeared. Looking down at the four beauties in the pool, he had an epiphany. Thoughts of his mother and sisters no longer evoked anger or disgust or hatred. What he felt now was pity, or at least the beginnings of concern. Celia and Delia. He would be making love with them, soon and often. There was no question about that. It would be illegal, but it would also be right. Naomi. Suddenly, he did not feel younger than her, at all. She was his woman and would be forever. He was complete. For the first time since he became tuned to his own feelings, there was nothing to be angry about, nothing to regret, no one to hate, nothing to seek revenge for. Those emotions from the past had driven him to accomplish a lot. Now, a new man with a real family, the old emotions were becoming just a memory. Love and commitment made a far more powerful driving force. Thinking of how far he had come, he was filled with the certainty that 'You ain't seen nothin' yet'! ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-02-12 Last Modified: 2012-02-12 / 10:03:25 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------