Sex-Storytime

Chapter 14 – Adulthood

The summer was in full effect as I slowly came to terms with my new life and the order of things. I was openly dating both Rachel and Jessica while Sophie’s figure began to change as the months counted down to the birth of my first child, now just three away. Joseph doted on his pregnant wife. Even my father made sure he gave her his full attention; Sophie was right, he was clearly besotted with the pregnant woman’s ripening tits and rounded belly. It made me smile. I wondered how it was back in the day when Sophie was pregnant with the twins! I chuckled to myself but I had to admit, I found her curvaceous body a huge turn on too. The apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree.

Like my father with Sophie, Rachel made sure she gave me her attention whenever she could. Slowly but surely I no longer felt like I was losing her. If her intention was to make sure she always sat prominently in my thoughts, then she had achieved success. To say she brightened up my summer break was the understatement of the year and midway through the summer our second vacation at the lodge was upon us. We would only be there one night this time but we intended to maximise our time by getting there early and leaving late the following day. My dick twitched thinking of how hot the twins would look in their bikinis. This trip was centered around Rachel, as promised, but I wondered to myself if I had overestimated our relationship. Did Rachel see a future with me, or was I just postponing the inevitable breakup when I would choose Jess? Finally the big weekend arrived and we were all up before dawn. As I assisted Rachel with packing the car, Jessica took me to one side. She kissed me passionately and then made it clear that this was Rachel’s weekend, not hers. She said something about being a third wheel and I told her that was nonsense. I was glad to spend time with both of them, and I hoped to hear some good stories about their childhood adventures. At that she smiled widely and said, “I could tell you so much, but I have been sworn to secrecy!” I looked up to see Rachel smiling and blushing slightly.

The long drive started uneventfully enough as I listened to the girls gossip for the most part. I heard a great deal about their exploits as children. Before long, the sun rose and the car grew quiet. Rachel took a peek into the back seat and determined that Jessica had fallen asleep. She gave me a devilish smile as she nibbled my ear. She quietly loosened my belt and massaged my cock through my shorts. Glancing back to the rear seat once more, she was satisfied that we were alone enough, and she unzipped my shorts and let my dick spring free. In no time she was slowly licking up and down the shaft. I set the cruise control and tried to focus on driving. Rachel noticed my efforts and doubled down. She deep throated me and swirled her tongue on my head like an expert. When I moaned to her that she needed to stop before she made me cum, she started stroking me harder while working the head with her mouth. I tried to remain silent as I started swelling in her mouth. Rachel didn’t need to be told what was about to happen. The squishing sound of her sucking my cock intensified as I finally let go. “Oh shit, Rachel!” I moaned as she sucked every drop of cum from me. She then leaned in and French kissed me, and I could taste the remnants of my load mixed with the savoury flavor of her mouth. It was dark in the back, but I could swear I saw Jessica biting her lip in the rear-view mirror. 

Rachel looked absolutely stunning in a white mini skirt and billowy sleeveless top. I knew her well enough to suspect she had no panties on underneath, and I was proven correct as she subtly flashed me and smiled. I knew she was driving herself as crazy as she was driving me as she drew lazy circles around her slit, occasionally letting a finger slip in. She inserted two fingers and brought them to my mouth to lick off her juices just as I heard Jessica stirring behind us. “What are you two up to?” She asked with a smile on her face. 

The musky smell of sex hung heavy in the car as Rachel and I looked at each other innocently. I told JessicaI was glad she was awake, as we were approaching a service station, and it would be a good time to stretch our legs and fuel up. I could not help but notice Jessical’s almost inch long hard nipples under her tank top. I could have hung my hat on either one. If there was ever a doubt whether she saw what was happening earlier, that was erased.

We made it to the café before it even opened. Molly quickly appeared to greet us, throwing herself into Jessica’s arms before blushing and backing off, realising she wasn’t the twin she was looking for. At least I wasn’t the only one who experienced problems working out who was who! Rachel laughed it off and threw herself into Molly’s arms to save her embarrassment.

Molly was a slender but curvy woman, tall, all but eye to eye with me in her moderately-high black heels, very dark brown straightened long hair, lightly olive skin, an impressive bit of cleavage as a hint of what was possible from a long-sleeve square neck dark blue dress over her very large bust, a dress which ended a just an inch or two above the knees of her shapely hose-covered legs. She looked into Rachel’s eyes without touching her, or saying a thing. I knew that she wanted her. She wanted her badly. Jessica and I could see it in her eyes. She lightly brought her hand up to touch Rachel’s face as my Strawberry Shortcake closed her eyes, feeling her caress her cheek. She didn’t have to say anything to her; we knew that she was now willing.

Molly then leaned over to Rachel’s ear and whispered, “I missed you,” she said before turning to me, “Can I kiss her?” 

She was asking my permission. She knew and accepted that Rachel was… mine. Rachel shivered as she felt her breath on her ear. I wanted to say yes, but I could only nod… and with a smile, she kissed Rachel’s cheek. She then moved even closer to her, gently pulling the redhead’s body towards hers. She felt her warm lips caress hers, and Molly kissed her. I could feel the heat of that sapphic moment flow through me, as they kissed. I reached for Jessica’s hand and she signaled for me to relax.

Molly gently lifted Rachel’s hands and placed them on her breasts, then put her own hand on Rachel’s butt and grabbed her hair with the other. Holding on tightly to Rachel’s head, Molly pressed the twin’s parted lips against her own. They kissed passionately, their tongues sliding over each other as Molly started to gently squeeze Rachel’s boobs. Their incredible kiss finally ended as they pulled apart breathlessly. A thin string of saliva stretched between their parted lips until it broke. Molly stepped away from the shell shocked eldest twin and approached Jessica and I. I think we were equally as dumbfounded.

“Happy belated Birthday, Jeff!” She called out as she walked up to me and looked me directly in the eyes without having to lift her head, wrapped her hands around my head, and then kissed me with a hunger that rivaled a starving woman. Her tongue probed intently, nearly wrapping around mine as it tried to pull it into her own mouth. My hands found the small of her back as hers gripped my hair and pulled me against her. I could already feel the heat coming off her body as my cock stiffened against my jeans. Her hands moved across me as if she wanted to touch everything at once. We stood like that, kissing and groping and pouring out heat enough to warm everyone who chose to look, until finally, gasping, our lips parted.

She laid her head against my shoulder and whispered, “I really missed you. I’ve never met anyone who kisses like you do.” Her knees wobbled just then, and I tightened my grip on her.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I joked weakly, still trying to catch my own breath.

She reached down to stroke my stiffness through my jeans, then playfully grabbed my crotch and said, “Thank you for letting me indulge myself, Jessica.” She was addressing Jessica the way she had sought permission from me to kiss Rachel. Again, she was acknowledging our relationship but was obviously trying to become a part of it. “So now you’re nineteen! It’s hard to believe you’re not older. If you ever want an older woman, Jeff…” She winked at me playfully. Little did she know that I already had an older woman. A woman a decade and a half older than she was. A woman I had willingly impregnated. 

“We will be opening the café in half an hour, here are the lodge keys,” I she said as she handed them over. “I’ve moored the boat on at the jetty; a little birthday present from me. I promise I won’t get in your way. I know you have things to do. Come say hi to grandma and have some breakfast with us after you’ve settled in?”

The lodge was exactly as we had left it some two weeks earlier. I wondered how many guests the lodges had in our absence. I hoped Molly and her grandmother weren’t letting us take advantage of their hospitality; I knew they had a business to run and these were difficult times. We unpacked quickly and Jessica disappeared to freshen up and came out of the bathroom looking flushed. She was stunning in a white tank top, denim skirt, and sandals. She smiled at Rachel and I and said she was heading down to the pier. With a wink, she said we could catch up to her later at the café.

“I’m so horny after that kiss, Jeff,” Rachel giggled.

Rachel surveyed the bedroom as the lodge front door closed behind Jessica. “Did you really fuck Jessica up against this window while we were all down below?” She asked, pointing out through the large picture window and out towards the pier a few hundred metres away. The rowing boat Jessica and I had used was moored in position and the waters looked still, cold, but inviting.

“Yes,” I answered honestly. “You couldn’t see us though. It’s too dark in here and you were too far away.”

“But anyone closer could see…” she said as she started removing her clothing one piece at a time. 

I remembered Molly down there, just beyond the tree line, as she watched me fuck Rachel’s twin and I wondered if she had mentioned this to Rachel? Another secret. Molly knew I had seen her and had kept quiet… or had she?

Rachel’s t-shirt quickly disappeared over her head as she stripped, her pale green bra revealing her small breasts and nipples that ached to be touched. She hurried to shed her white mini-skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties and her pussy glistened in the morning sunshine. She closed her eyes and began parading herself in front of the window, imagining people could see her. Her fingers tracing her lips as she pictured them watching her. She thrust her bottom out towards the glass. She looked back at the reflection of herself; bright pink, with her glistening lips nestled between her legs. She started to dip her fingers inside herself, pleasure and tension building simultaneously.

“Do you think I am being naughty, Jeff? Are you going to spank me? Maybe you should spank me hard. Punish me so everyone can see how bad I’ve been?” Her fingers moved more quickly. A sloshing noise, that sounded obscene to her, accompanied her frantic movements.

Fuck, this was so embarrassing! Anyone could see her. I could feel my erection forming rapidly in my pants until it was hard and sticking straight out in front me. Was I excited because I could see how naughty she was being? At the same time this last thought occurred to me, her fingers caught her clitoris and Rachel’s orgasm hit like a train. Out of nowhere her body stiffened and her body became flushed, reddening, her nipple stretching her inadequate bra. She shook violently, and could not stop, as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure washed over her. I could faintly hear a guttural grunting as she collapsed onto her knees. She slowly stood back up and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the living room floor. Her naked body was silhouetted against the picture window. She looked like an angel, the sun’s rays making her hair seem like fire and her skin sparkled in the golden light. She was a treat for my eyes that I eagerly devoured with my gaze. I drank in the sight of Rachel’s perky tits, erect nipples, and moist, parted pussy lips.

“What was that, Rachel!” I blurted, my face turning a deeper shade of red than her flushed chest. “I mean, wow!”  

“You had better get yourself undressed quickly or I’ll be tearing your clothes off!” Rachel replied huskily. “I want to see that nice little bum of yours.”

I threw off my shirt and as she made her way back to the window, I was right behind her. She leant back into me, pushing her arse into my crotch. Gently gyrating. She could feel my cock, hard and long. Rachel quickened her pace, rubbing the full length of my painful erection between her cheeks. Grinding faster now I groaned in anticipation, hands on Rachel’s hips. Holding her firmly, my nails slightly digging in. Grabbing a fist full of hair, I pulled her backwards then tenderly began to kiss her neck. With every movement of her firm cheeks, my need grew. Rachel seemed like she was enjoying every second, her knees felt like they could buckle any second and I could feel the petite redhead’s hand reaching round, her fingers tracing the outline of my throbbing cock. Focusing up and down the long firm shaft, then gently round the huge bulbous head. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly unzipped them. Rachel reached inside, she could feel my cock beneath the smooth silk boxers gifted to me by her sister. She pulled back the waistband and gently massaged the head, using my precum as lubrication. Gentle swirling, warm precum oozed from my tip. I groaned with pleasure and Rachel’s pussy became wetter. She turned around to face me. Her green eyes were wild and sexy. She grabbed around my masculine neck and pulled me up against her, our lips only millimetres apart and placed her hands on my chest. Sliding them down, as she took position in front of my erection.

Slipping down my jeans and boxers, Rachel could see my penis in all its glory. Precum glistened, as one at a time, Rachel took my balls in her mouth. Sucking and pulling gently with her lips. Kissing all the way up my shaft, then taking my length in her mouth. The feeling was incredible and I shook, as Rachel focussed on my manhood. Gently sucking, kissing and tapping my sensitive tip with her tongue. Taking as much of me inside her mouth, over and over again. My body tensed as I let out a loud groan. My cock thickening some more. Raising her to her feet, my hands caressed the sides of her body. Up and over each boob, paying particular attention to her erect nipples. I lifted her up against the window, parting her legs.

Rachel leant back, she jumped as the cold glass touched her ass. Her hair flowing down over the window frame, like a golden waterfall. My hands were all over her, rough yet gentle. I kissed the inside of her thighs. With each kiss Rachel’s body quivered. She tensed as she felt my breath, hot and intense, as he got closer to her pussy. She thrusted upwards, desperate to have me kiss her there. I smiled and gave her pretty pussy one gentle kiss. Immediately my Strawberry Shortcake writhed in pleasure as I teased her. Kissing her inner thigh, purposely missing her pussy. Then she felt it. I took her clit in my mouth. Rachel squealed. Kisses, swirls and gentle sucks had the eldest twin’s pussy dripping. I could feel her orgasm building with every lick, every kiss, every suck. Less than a minute later her back arched again, as she came. Juices dripped from her, as I lapped them up. I could feel her pussy tighten and release against my tongue. Her legs twitched as she tried to regain control. My dick longing to be inside her.

I worked my way up her body, sucking on each nipple while she was still jittering from her orgasm. Reaching her lips we kissed, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Then Rachel kissed down my torso. Feeling my nipples harden between her lips. Her hands explored my hairy chest, feeling the shape of my hench shoulders and back. By now I was so hard and precum dripped from my pulsating head, my cock gently touching her wet, swollen clit. I took hold of my thick cock and tapped Rachel’s pussy. She arched her back with pleasure, trying desperately to swallow me up. I loved seeing her this way and took my hot, wet cock and gently rubbed it up and down her slit, as her eyes grew wide with pleasure. Rachel began to run her hands up the back of my neck before turning around to face the window. I positioned myself behind her and she immediately pressed up hard against me, rubbing my cock against her wet mound, her tiny tits pressing into my hands, and she reached around me to squeeze my buttocks. “Jeff, you’ve got such a sexy arse!” she breathed.

She put her arms up and pressed her small boobs against the glass of the window. “Mmmmm… This cool glass feels so good on my nipples.” 

I approached her from behind and kneaded her back and neck. My dick bobbed up and down until it found its way into her crack. I held her wrists firm against the glass as I worked to position myself correctly and slide inside her.

“I wish she could see us. Do you think she could see me taking it doggie style? I want my sister to see my little titties up against the glass…” Rachel proclaimed and she pushed back against me, wanting me to use her any which way I pleased.

“Rachel?” My voice came from directly above her, calm yet powerful and commanding. She trembled, her breath caught, and that wonderful squeezing tension within her blossomed again at the sound of her name. Despite the cold glass, she felt scorchingly hot.

“Yes, Jeff?” Rachel’s voice came out weaker than she had intended, barely a whisper.

“You know I love you, don’t you? I would do anything for you.”

“I am meant for you,” she said, forcing a delectable yet unconvincing amount of defiance into her voice, “when the time comes I want you to choose me.”

“I do.” My breath was like hot steam against her ear now. “Right here. Right now. I choose you.”

My other hand palmed at her breast, setting her aflame, and then he pinched at the long pink nub of her nipple, twisting it and finding that sweet spot between pain and pleasure. Oh yes, she liked that. And she liked it even more when my hand trailed downward, breathing life into her skin then cupping her slick mound and slipping two fingers inside. Rachel gasped, an uneven quiver in her breathing, and she bent her right arm back to feel at my shoulder, at the hair on the back of my head. My fingers were finger-fucking her to the rhythm that I knew she loved, my palm rubbing against her poor clit.

“I wanted you to make love to me,” she finally admitted, pushing against me, greedy for more.

My hand squeezed gently around her neck and my tongue traced the outer shell of her ear. “Why?”

She said nothing, but looked up at me, my face looming over hers, and offered me a gluttonous smile that made my eyes glimmer with a complicated depth of emotions: excitement, anger, love. My hands left her, and then in the blink of an eye I pushed her down onto her hands and knees in front of the window.

“Thi is your weekend, Rachel. You can have anything you want.”

“I want you to mark me.” I spanked her. Hard. Searing heat bloomed upon her ass, followed by the grabbing and kneading of her round cheek. She yelped unexpectedly and glanced back at me. Her pussy trembled. Dripping wet. So needy, so hungry.

“I love you, Jeff.” 

I spanked her again and she had to bite her lip to refrain from yelping a second time. I was leaning over her now, a hand pulling at her immaculate wavy red hair, rough.

“W-why?”

“Because you’re priceless.” 

I thrust into her, burying myself inside of her hot wetness with a single stroke and she cried out like the neediest woman in the world.

“Oh, God! Jeff!”

I pulled back and then took her again, hitting the back of her pussy and emphasizing it with another stinging slap against her backside. It was only the second stroke but she came hard, body shaking and her womanhood contracting around my member as she groaned with a sudden magnitude of pleasure. It had been so easy for me, just two pumps of the pelvis and she was crashing, falling onto her forearms while her body yielded to me, gushing with a powerful orgasm that trickled down her thighs. And all the while I kept fucking her, my hips slapping against the fullness of her ass, the womanly softness of her flesh, the jiggle of her thighs; my masculine grunts, so near to her ear, making her mind go dizzy.

Through it all, the savage groans and heated growls, I whispered her name, a barely audible mote of air that rustled her like a strong breeze. She turned her head to look at me and then the hand that was still threaded through her hair pulled her in. We kissed, tongues meeting, my heavy body looming over her petite form and caging her in as I continued to work the clutching confines of her pussy. Hot and wet for me, Rachel lost what little control she had left, shuddering and sucking on my tongue, her crotch throbbing with every measured stroke into it. I stretched her, molded her, used her, but my lips were tender and sweet. She moaned into me until she couldn’t take anymore and then broke away from the kiss, panting, sharing the same breath with me. Sweaty, disheveled, and on the cusp of another orgasm, she just smiled, unable to find her words.

My lips feathered her cheek, then her neck, and then my hand trailed from her nape all the way down the curve of her spine, making her shiver and inhale. I grasped at her hips and backside, their toned majesty capped by just the right amount fat, and then admired her. Rachel was luminous, shining with pleasure and sweat, her body a very real figment of my desire. Every part of her was perfect: her muscles, flexing and unflexing, her pale freckled skin, glowing in the strong sunlight streaming into the bedroom; the hypnotic sway of her perky breasts, just barely visible behind that slender back that she never sees but I have gazed at for so many long, intimate hours. Her words, her noises, ranging from soft purrs to ecstatic shrieks. Her body drew me in, clung to me, wouldn’t let me go, but the woman herself, who she really was; an intelligent, cunning equal that was different in so many ways and yet alike in so many others, made me want all of her, to consume her, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until the world caved in around us.

“You’re so perfect, Rachel,” I groaned.

Rachel preened at the compliment, arching and stretching like a cat for me, her ass put up like an offering. She knew that I meant what I said, and she knew through many months of teasing what kind of effect her ass had on me. Naked, and the effect was even more profound. A slap on that perfect bottom made her yelp. My hands clasped at her round cheeks, pulling them apart, and then my thumb pressed against her asshole. She inhaled a sharp breath, clutching at the frictionless window while my finger pushed and probed at her, sinking deep. The feeling was intense, so much so that it didn’t even take the subsequent speeding up of my thrusts to send her tumbling into another orgasm.

She writhed and trembled, quivered and quaked, a delirious “Yes, yes, yes!” spilling from her pretty lips. My throbbing erection inside her carried her to familiar but no less sublime heights, filling her so wonderfully, pleasing her so well it was as if I had a manual for her body. I was made for her. I was made for them all. I rained smacks upon her ass, coloured her red with my handprints, squeezing her flesh, rubbing in circles as if soothing her. I made her so wet it was almost embarrassing, but there was little thought worth considering other than the next sweet release building up inside of her, getting ready to force its way up from the heated throbbing of her loins.

The world had both stopped and ended all at once. The perfect landscape framed through the window, frozen as in a photograph, universes collapsing, folding in. She knew nothing but me and me, her. I let her orgasms roll over my shaft but kept herself sufficiently conscious to enjoy my own ejaculation. She squeezed me inside while I slid my fingers back and forth over her sensitive nipples. But her eyes were on mine, concentrating on my reflection in the window, watching for the supreme instant just before the point of no return from my orgasm. I held myself against her. Buried deep.

I was almost there. Right at the shore of my ecstasy. She slowed her movements too, the better for me to enjoy my release, for me to enjoy my having it, and for us to share it. We paused, motionless. Joy coursed between us. She brought me even closer to cresting my wave. Rachel knew the pleasure cycle of her man, her chosen one. She deserved it all, and I had it to give to her. She pleasured me with slow but firm internal clenches. Then she stopped even those. We felt my penis swell inside her, pressed firm against her cervix… and the moment was upon me.

One loving stroke, continuous, back and forth and my eyes locked on hers. My face lit up with joy, my body rose against her and my orgasm began. I flew with it, breeding this beautiful woman and the body she occupied. The heavens opened for me. She accepted me into her, that most vital part of me flowing into the most precious part of her. I rode the pinnacle and crested the wave. When the moment of release arrived I could feel my penis swell to bursting. Then I launched my first ejaculation into her. It was a totally involuntary event for me. Rachel greeted my pleasure with spasms from within her. Being on her orgasmic plateau all along, that first ejaculation was all it took to bring her to that strongest, most satisfying and massive orgasm of release for which she had been saving.

It was just as well we were so far from people, and that the wind in the trees and the waves on the lake masked our voices. We both gave free with cries of joy as we came, an almost-scream from her, a hoarse roar from me. We let our contractions roll through us. Rachel’s thighs clenched and unclenched around me and I held her as I came. She held me as she came. We shared the joy, never removing our gaze from each other. I watched the orgasmic flush as it spread across her breast. She sensed the pulsing of me within, my liquid seed coursing into her, warming her, completing her.

Pulse, I gave the contents of my testicles to her. Clench inside, and she received my sperm. Pulse, clench. Pulse, clench, and again, and again. She gave herself over without reservation. My body hers, and hers mine. Ours. Merged with universal life-forces. No sense of time or space, her or me. The cosmos spoke and our voices and bodies answered in unison. Joy, heaven, power, love, sense and sensuality, sex and the power of lust overwhelmed our beings, separately and merged as one, in this act of creation. Savage but fulfilling, our coupling ended with a passionate roar from me and an overstimulated sob from her. My essence spilled into her, creamy, hot to match her insides. Afterwards, tired and weak, she flopped onto her stomach then rolled over onto her back, panting, a hand raised to her forehead. My shuddering form lay beside her, warm and comforting.

“That was what you wanted,” I smiled. A statement, not a question.

“God, yes.” Rachel scooted towards me in full view of the window, her head resting within the crook of my shoulder. “I got exactly what I wanted.”

“You usually do.”

“Mhmm,” she yawned. I pulled her close and she closed her eyes, feeling a lot more tired than she had an hour ago. Content in my arms and listening to the thump of my heart and the faint rustle of leaves, she allowed the alluring pull of sleep to ferry her away.

A couple of hours later we got cleaned up and dressed and met Jessica at the café. As we ordered a round of drinks from Molly, Jessica gave Rachel a hug and said, “Nice show Sis. I saw everything from the treeline. You two looked amazing together.” 

Rachel instantly felt butterflies in her stomach and a new wetness between her legs as she wondered who else may have seen her show. The afternoon wore on with great music and conversation. We were lucky enough to have our booth to ourselves, and Jessica seemed to be getting along swimmingly with Molly. Before she swapped places with her twin so Rachel could spend time with her female lover. I could see glimpses of her hand cupping the side of her breast, and her occasional shifts made me surmise that she was getting attention down below as well. I was truly happy for her. Rachel and I were both in love and we were all truly having a wonderful evening. As the waitress announced the last call, I ordered another round of lattes and some cherry pie with ice cream. I was already getting hard with anticipation thinking of getting back to the room alone with Rachel. Just as we were saying our goodbyes for the afternoon, Molly made a point of swapping saliva with Rachel, much to Jessica’s amusement and my embarrassment. That’s when the dark haired woman produced a package and handed it to the eldest twin. 

“Just a little something from me to you,” Molly said with a wicked smile on her face. She winked at me and left us. Then we noisily rambled back to our lodging laughing all the way.

“What is it?” Jessica asked, intrigued.

Rachel opened the plain packaging and produced a realistic looking strap on penis.

“Whoa! What has she got planned for you!” Jessica exclaimed. She looked genuinely shocked but excited.

Rachel blushed from head to toe and fed the dildo back into the box. Jessica and I looked at each other, giggling to ourselves. We spent the rest of the day as a threesome, walking together, visiting Rachel’s Glade, to the view point on top of the mountain then out in the little rowing boat on the lake. In contrast to our previous visits, the trails, the mountain and even the lake were busy so we had no opportunities to be mischievous. However, it was nice to just be ourselves for a change; family. It felt good. It felt right. When we arrived back at the lodge that evening we discovered that Molly had stocked the kitchen with provisions and even put some beers and a bottle of wine in the fridge. I grabbed some drinks from the fridge as the girls sat in front of the fire. I nursed a beer as the girls poured themselves some wine. The stories and laughter kept coming as they discussed embarrassing moments from their past including their first ill prepared boyfriend. Apparently I had performed admirally on our first dates.

Jessica hit the shower before bed and I had the television flipped on but wasn’t really watching anything when Rachel sat on the couch facing me and started kissing me. Now that we were alone I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by. My hands found their way inside her blouse and onto her little tits. She absolutely loved having her nipples teased and I could feel the effect I was having on her. Her gorgeous green eyes rolled back as she shook off her top and ground her hips into mine. The more she shimmied, the higher her skirt rode up until it was around her waist. I saw Rachel’s eyes widen and then I heard Jessica speak.

“Don’t mind me,” she said. “You two are so fucking hot together. I was just thinking of the show you put on earlier, and I got off twice in the bathroom.” She then grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the bar. Rachel straightened herself up and smiled as she also grabbed a beer.

“We need to get away from your couch anyway. No fun sleeping in the wet spot when you weren’t even a part of making it!” She teased.

“So true,” Jessica agreed. “No need to go running off right away to your little fuck cave though.”

It was apparent that Jessica was having a good time watching, and I was buzzed enough that having an audience intrigued me. Rachel’s stomach knotted up again, and the same warm flood she felt earlier when she realised she may have had an audience returned to her pussy. My heart was pounding and Rachel’s throat was dry as I cupped her face. I kissed her deeply and lifted her top off, letting it settle to the floor. I heard a little moan as I nursed on one of her long nipples while kneading the other with my thumb and index finger. I hooked my thumbs around the waist of her skirt as she stood and pulled it to the floor. She started to remove her high heeled sandals but Jessica spoke up from across the room.

“Leave them on,” she cooed. “That’s so much sexier.”

Rachel dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. I looked up to see Jessica now on the couch with both hands inside her skirt. I pulled Rachel up and bent her over the back of the barstool so we could both see Jessica’s show while I entered her now sopping pussy from behind. Our pace stayed steady as we watched Jessica’s increase. She soon had her legs spread and her tank pulled to one side. Both Rachel and I could see Jessica massaging her hard, pointy nipple with one hand while strumming her engorged clit with the other. Her labia had turned to a deep purple colour, and I knew she was close. As Jessica came, she screamed and actually squirted. Rachel and I were so mesmerized by this that we both came together immediately. Rachel stuck a finger in the gooey mess that was our mixed fluids and presented the offering to me. I lustfully licked the finger clean before dropping to my knees and licking her pussy clean. This made both Rachel and Jessica cum once more. Now that the couch that Jessica was supposed to sleep on was a sticky pool, and we all were a hot mess, the three of us retired to the bedroom and slept in the same bed.

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I woke up lying between the identical twins. Jessica was on my right and Rachel was on my left. The twins were sleeping blissfully, half due to our activities in the mountain air, half due to the alcohol we had consumed. Rachel was lying on her side facing away from me so I slowly inched up alongside her and positioned my body against hers. I slid one arm under her pillow and the other around her waist, under her arm and rested my hand on her tit. With that, I brought my mouth to her neck and gave her a small kiss.

Almost immediately, I started getting a boner. The way I was lying, it was sticking right at Rachel’s ass. She felt the poke and readjusted. I pulled her back toward me and she woke up turning her head and looked straight at me. Her face broke into a broad smile. She looked at Jessica as she snored lightly behind me, then back at me, her eyes becoming mischievous. I repositioned my hand from her breast to her shorts and moved my fingers under the material reaching the satiny front of her thong. I could feel the heat coming from her mound as she nuzzled back against my erection. I rubbed my fingers against her outer lips, the tips of my fingers becoming moist from her juices. I leaned in and started to kiss her. Softly, I parted her lips with my tongue. She rolled over allowing me access to her entire body. I pulled her pyjama top up letting those sweet little mammaries free. I felt my cock throbbing between us as I started sucking on them.

By now, my hand was fully immersed in her shorts finding their way into her sweet snatch. I rubbed the outside of her mound. Her body motions told me she was getting hot; her wetness told me she was getting ready. I removed her shorts. Then I removed my shorts and boxers. As my cock sprang out Rachel grabbed it and slowly stroked it from the base to the tip, pausing momentarily, and then sliding her hand back down. After what seemed like forever, but was actually a few minutes, I pulled Rachel on to me. Once again she wriggled herself gently against me, so as not to wake her little sister, and positioned her vagina above my pulsing cock. Reaching down between us she slowly fed my length into her waiting pussy. Being as quiet as possible, she lay across my chest sliding slowly up and down massaging my dick with her incredible vaginal muscles. This was just like the illicit sex we had when we were fucking secretly behind everyones backs. I held her to my chest as we fucked only inches from my sleeping girlfriend. Had she woke up, I probably would have been screwed. I didn’t know how far her need to share me went. I could lose my love, my family, access to my unborn son, everything. But at this point, I did not care. The fear actually made this experience more intense.

As Rachel rocked on me, I felt that tingle in my balls that told me I was about to erupt. I whispered in Rachel’s ear that I was about to cum. She quickly slid up. At first, I thought she was afraid I would cum inside her and she might get pregnant, then I found out what she really wanted. She moved to the end of the bed and took my dick in her mouth and backed her pussy towards my head. I opened her legs and nuzzled my face into her fuzzy triangle of pubic hair. Rachel tasted amazing, no bitterness to speak of but with a hint of sharpness that tingled my tongue. Her clitoris hardened quickly as I used my hands to pull her folds away. The sensation of my tongue on her plump nub sent a thrill through my body, making my hard penis twitch between her lips. My nose was against her asshole and my mouth over her pussy. She smelled as good as she tasted, perfectly clean with a hint of strawberry body spray. Diving in, my tongue explored below her clit, finding her urethra before her larger tunnel. It was hot, wet and tighter than I expected when I pressed forward, searching and tasting her inner depths as my finger caressed her clitoris.

Darting in and out I penetrated her hot tunnel, enjoying the secretions I was coaxing out of her sex with each second I continued to play and devour this organ of exquisiteness. Reaching up I grabbed her round buttocks, spreading them apart and diving in deeper with my tongue. My index finger found her tight anal opening. I lingered there, gently rubbing the pad of my finger around before moving on to her waiting wet hole. Two fingers easily disappeared into the hot wet tunnel as my tongue returned to her excited clit. She squirmed from the sensation as my tongue fluttered quickly back and forth and my fingers curled into her g-spot, pressing hard on the rougher patch of skin beneath her clit inside her vagina.

I felt her naked breasts touch my stomach as her head bobbed up and down on my hard cock. The sensation of her mouth sucking me as I ate her was unreal. It was difficult to concentrate, especially when she sucked extra hard or took me as deep as she could. Her saliva ran over my balls and I could hear her slurping and sucking over my own moans. My fingers were coated in her juices, she was excessively wet and turned on and only getting worse as we continued our oral game together. I stayed focused on her clit, while my fingers sped up in and out. The more focused I became the longer I could keep from cumming in her mouth. The things she was doing to my cock with her tongue and mouth felt phenomenal but when she added her hand, and began to stroke and suck, I knew I was in trouble. It was heaven and only that much better with her pussy in my mouth.

Her nipples were erect, poking my stomach each time she descended low to take me deep, her round breasts smashed against my flesh driving me crazy. I quickly found I could slow her down, by distracting her with pleasure. Each time I increased my speed on her clit she paused in her sucking of my cock. I needed to make her cum before she made me. I doubled my efforts, adding another finger and gripping her clit between my teeth, holding it in place while I pummeled it with my tongue as fast as I could. I felt her legs tighten, her sucking stopped all together and she began to shake in my arms as I knew her climax had arrived. She screamed silently in pleasure. Her pussy convulsed on my fingers, grabbing at them as her pelvis quivered and legs shook.

My plan worked. She was cumming and had completely neglected my penis in her state of rapture. I was forced to let her clit go but continued to rapidly thrust my fingers into her body, keeping the pressure on as her orgasm continued. She was panting now, trying to find air. I could feel her breasts rapidly rising and falling until she gave in and fell onto me, totally spent. Her hot breath came in gasps onto my hard shaft, her body warmer than mine as she lay atop me. Small jolts or shakes continued to grip her as the after effects coursed through her body. I removed my fingers, licking them clean and wrapping my arms around her in a loving embrace. She spoke, between gasps, breaking the silence.

“You… won… this… time, but I’ll get you next time for sure.”

“If you only knew how close I was,” I chuckled.

“I figured I almost had you. If I wasn’t such a sucker for that thing you do to my clit I’d have won.”

“That’s why I did it. I had to distract you somehow.”

“It was worth it. So since you won, what’s it going to be next?”

“You choose.”

“I want to be taken in the boat.”

“First thing in the morning–”

“No, Jeff. Now.”

We silently crept out of bed as Jessica slept soundly facing the window. We chose not to wear clothes and picking up a large bath towel each, we headed outside towards the gentle lapping sounds of the waves along the shoreline. It was well past midnight and the world looked navy blue, the moon and the stars shimmering on the surface of the lake. The night sky was beautiful and the scenery surrounding us was amazing. The sound of waves crashing against the shore as we headed through the trees wrapped in large, white, fluffy bath towels. We both looked towards the sky to appreciate its beauty. The night was warm and it was so liberating to walk naked, hand in hand with Rachel as we headed down the jetty towards the rowing boat mowed at the end. We removed our towels, laying them out over the cold varnished boards and kissed. Becoming one with nature. A moment later I unhitched the small water craft we set out into the middle of the lake, the still waters disturbed by our passing. Everything was quiet and serene. Just the splash splash of the oar as it cut through the mirror like surface, that once reflected the moon before being turned into a whirlpool of swirls and eddies.

“This is simply breathtaking…” Rachel spoke, with awe in her voice.

“Yeah, it looks amazing.” I replied. “It’s so peaceful. There’s literally nothing and no-one out here.”

“Just us. And you look incredible,” she commented, as her eyes watched me work the oars into the water. “The way your muscles flex… your abs… glinting in the pale moonoight… you look like an angel… or a beautiful ethereal spirit. Let’s stop here.”

I secured the oars and, in the centre of the lake, the night felt a little cooler. We sat next to each other and I studied the petite moonlit vision before me. I looked into her eyes and I realised her true beauty. She looked back at me and smiled.

“Your eyes are stunning Rachel. I’ve always lost myself in those green pools. I can’t believe fate found a way for us to be together.”

“I will always make sure I help fate keep us together. I mean it. Jessica got lucky… but I’m going to make her work hard to keep you.” Rachel said she straddled me, bringing our naked bodies together.

We kissed. I heard her moan very quietly as she slowly ground her vulva onto my lower abdomen, enjoying the friction of her pubes on my abs. My dick gradually got harder as we kissed deeper. As her lips pressed into mine I worked my jaw back and forth to slightly open her jaw. Her lips parted and I slowly released my tongue to enter her mouth. My tongue crept between her lips and her tongue darted to meet mine as my hands came up and caressed her face, finally settling on her cheeks and gently drawing her towards me. While our tongues entwined I began to slowly run my hands down her body and back up towards her neck, softly caressing her, the sensitive flesh pulsing with every beat of her heart. Then I moved to her exquisite collar bone and massaged there before tracing down her back gently kneading her muscles.

As she got further and further into the kiss she leaned into her small breasts rubbing up and down across my body. My hands roamed down the small of her back and continued down to her petite bottom, grasping the small orbs they found there and pulling them up and into my groin. I felt her hips buck and her entire body jumped a little but she pressed herself firmly to my mouth and seemed to suck my tongue even farther into herself. As we really got into this I leaned down and kind of bending her backwards I placed my right hand at the small of her back and my left under her knees. I gently lifted her off her feet and held her up in my arms. I moved back to the bench seat, being careful not to rock the boat, and sat down on it, placing her in my lap. Our lips never lost contact, and her left arm circled my head to hold onto me as her right hand was placed firmly on my chest to keep me wanting more. At last and with great sadness our lips softly broke apart. I looked into her eyes and saw a deep longing there. She hugged herself to me and whispered so that only I could hear.

“I love you, Jeff. Please choose me?”

I stared in awe of her beauty. The moonlight glistened on her curvaceous form, her freckles gone, seemingly escaping her skin to form the stars in the sky. Her nipples stood out, pointing toward me, long and large in contrast to the breasts they adorned. They and the small circles surrounding them had only the slightest blush of pink to contrast with her pale skin.

Rachel reached up, slid her hand behind my neck and kissed me hard. I slid my fingers into her red hair, a dark mane now, matching the navy blue night sky, and cradled her head in my hand. She looked up at me with a level of needy desire that spoke to something in my soul. Her eyes remained locked with mine, her lips slightly parted, as her fingers curled around my penis and I leaned in for another hungry kiss. Rachel’s hand pumped up and down my turgid shaft as we kissed, and we both gasped when our lips parted, holding onto my cock for as long as possible. It throbbed hard as we looked at each other’s sex organs. It twitched again at the sight of the curly hair on her mound and bent my head down to answer the siren song her tits had been singing to me from the moment she revealed them. A loud whimper escaped her when I sucked her pebble-hard nipple between my lips. One of her hands moved to caress the back of my head, while she wormed the other between our bodies. I groaned around her nipple when her fingers tickled the head of my erect penis.

“Yes, Jeff. Oh yes,” she cried while arching her back to press her breast tight against my lips. I suckled and tongued her nipple, making her squirm beneath me. After a few seconds, I switched to its twin, drawing out another whimper from her.

As exhilarating as it was to have the wrong twin reacting with such pleasure, I wanted more, and I knew how to get it. Rachel reacted with obvious delight when I sat back and knelt down on the deck of the boat in front of her. Rachel’s eyes lit up and a thrilled, open mouth smile decorated her face. She pulled her knees up and out in anticipation, letting me see her pussy in all its glory; Her folds were the perfect pink of youth, with a glimmer of wetness shining from the center. A prominent hood wasn’t enough to conceal her large clit, which peeked out from beneath it. She teased her saliva-slick nipples while parting her nether lips with the other hand, revealing a shimmering pucker that I could almost feel wrapping around my cock from the mere sight of it. I could also almost taste it, and that’s the urge I acted on first.

She offered a moaning encouragement as I leaned forward into the V of her legs, catching the heady perfume of her arousal just before parting her folds with a stiffened tongue. Rachel moaned loud and long when I probed deep to gather up her nectar. The bittersweet tang of her juices set my heart racing. I lapped every drop I could reach, aided by her hips lifting to grind her pussy against my lips. With her sweet young pussy in my face, I lapped my way slowly up to the center of her pleasure, gave her clit a flick of my tongue, and then attacked it with the tip. Rachel gasped once, twice, and then a third time before emitting a loud, surprised-sounding, “Oh!” A shudder rippled through her lithe body, and her next several cries sounded even more astonished. “Oh! Oh fuck! Yes!”

I growled and flicked my tongue even faster. Up and down. Side to side. Diagonally. It seemed to have developed a mind of its own, moving without conscious direction in response to her every twitch and heavy breath. A hand pushed on the back of my head, her fingers stiff and trembling. I paused long enough to give her button a hard lap, lifting the hood and exposing more of her clit to my tongue for a fraction of a second before renewing the assault. Rachel erupted into warbling, joyous laughter. “Oh, that’s so good. So good. Oh Jeff.” The sheer delight in her voice gave me goose bumps.

A feminine grunt escaped her when I pulled her hood back with my thumb, exposing the once guarded recesses of the smooth little sphere to my tongue. She yelped when I attacked her naked clit with rapid laps, and then a brief suck. Another even louder yelp echoed across the lake from the feather-light flicks that followed. Her breathing quickened. When I glanced up, I could see the flush in her cheeks. I wanted more. I wanted her to cum. I sucked her hood and pulled it in, my upper lip pressing against her clitoral shaft. She cried out and arched her back from the sensation and then again when I sucked hard and rolled her clit with my tongue as rapidly as I could manage.

Rachel let out a squeal and then cried out in a voice that grew louder and higher in pitch with every exclamation, “Yes. Yes. Right there. Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She let out a long series of loud whimpers followed by a shrieked, “I’m going to cum. I’m. Gonna. Cum!” What followed were three exclamations of almost words, a sudden tightening of her muscles, and then a scream of release. I only heard the very beginning of that scream at full volume, because her thighs clamped down around my ears with ferocious strength.

Rachel thrashed and bucked, wrenching my already sore neck in every direction. My lips curled into a smile even as I continued to lick her throbbing button whenever I could manage during the wild ride. Her muffled cries rang out between gasps for breath. Her nails dug into my scalp and back. Naked and exposed, this beautiful young woman climaxed on my tongue, shaking the boat gently and sending ever increasing rings out towards the shore. The water accepted her as its heartbeat for those moments. Pulsing waves of pleasure visibly radiating outwards from my offering to the lake.

I resisted at first when her legs snapped open and she pushed on my head with a hand that was shaking forcefully. I instead sucked her hood in again. Her upper body lurched upward and she screamed. When her head slammed back down on the soft towel covered bench, the fingers of both hands fisted in my hair and her hips shot up, burying my face in her pussy for a second. Her hips fell as rapidly as they had risen, and her grip on my hair tightened. At the same time, her feet lashed out, pushing me away, and I finally relented.

Rachel rolled onto her side and curled into a quivering ball. She jerked and yelped with each shockwave of her slowly waning orgasm, and drew in ragged breaths between them. I knelt above her, watching her cum and smiling so wide that my cheeks ached almost as much as my neck. A weepy whimper preceded her muscles relaxing, but only for a moment. Her back arched and she threw her head back with a yelp when one last electric pulse of orgasmic energy wracked her body. When it faded, her right leg dropped off the deck, and she let out a long, groaning sigh.

I caressed her leg, my eyes roaming from her flushed face to her pussy winking at me from the continuing contractions of her intimate muscles. Her breathing slowed slightly, and she let out a brief chuckle. A longer one followed, and then she moaned, “Oh Jeff…” Then all was calm.

Her eyes had rolled up in her head and she groaned. When they opened, she caught my gaze and offered me a dreamy smile of pure satisfaction. I smiled back and joined her when she laughed.

“That was… Wow,” she said in a quavering voice. “I can’t see how anything could be more pleasurable than that. I thought I was going to pass out. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Just practice.”

“To match your prowess I’m going to need a lot more practice,” she said as she pulled her leg back up onto the bench and settled into a more comfortable position. She then beckoned me with a wave.

I leaned over her and pressed my lips to hers. The first kiss was brief, but the second was far longer and deeper. A few quick pecks followed, and we both ended up chuckling.

“I taste pretty good, don’t I?” she asked, and then licked some of her juices off my chin.

“Like heaven.”

She bit her bottom lip, then licked the upper and asked, “Want some more?”

“Oh yeah.” I wasted no time planting my face between her creamy thighs once more. Sore neck be damned.

Rachel propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch. “Your tongue moves so fast. It feels so good.”

I knew that could become a problem as I felt my tongue stiffening from overuse. There was little I wanted more than to make the little redhead cum again, so I fought through the discomfort. Pausing to suckle her clit every so often helped, but the relief faded a little faster every time I did it. Rachel gave me encouraging signs by moaning and whimpering from my efforts. She squirmed and began to gasp. I latched onto her hood, sucking hard and shaking my head back and forth in little flurries. She rewarded me with a loud squeal each time. I could tell from the tensing of her muscles that she was edging toward another orgasm, but it was going to be a near thing. I could barely keep my tongue moving, and it was becoming more difficult to maintain suction by the second.

I got a welcome reprieve when Rachel gasped and said, “I need you inside me.” I let her clit go with a final slurp, and sat up over my knees.

“Hurry, Jeff. I want it. I need it,” Rachel pleaded as I grabbed her thighs and knee-walked into position.

I took my throbbing erection in hand, right behind the head, and rubbed it between the parting of her lips. She was soaked to the point of dripping from my tongue, and the very first swipe left my exposed glans slippery with her juices.

“Please. Please. Please,” Rachel begged, lifting her head to watch.

I pushed my cock down into position, and then in. An explosive gasp escaped me as I slipped inside her. She was still absolutely virgin tight, her walls molding around me like a second skin. Her squeaky, “Yeah,” as my cock stretched her out made it all the better.

I pumped my hips, slowly opening her up a little more with each thrust and luxuriating in the tightest, wettest, most incredible pussy I had felt to date, maybe the hottest vagina I would ever experience; she had been that well prepared. Rachel cried out, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” in time with my thrusts. I was almost penetrating her to my full length when she moaned, “Oh fuck… I feel so warm… So full.”

She grasped the bench in a white-knuckled grip and yelled when my balls slapped against her on the very next thrust. I moved my right hand from her thigh to her clit, and began to roll it beneath its protective sheath.

“Oh! Oh! Oh Jeff! Yes! Yes! Ah! Ohhh!” she screamed as the flush in her face deepened and spread down to her neck.

“Cun for me, Rachel,” I said through a tight throat as I pounded her harder. Loud claps sounded from our colliding flesh, mingling with my grunts of exertion and her yelps of pleasure. Her little breasts quivered. Her head lashed back and forth. Her eyes grew wide, and rolled up in her head. “Cum for me,” I repeated while rubbing her clit faster and harder.

“I… I’m… Ohhh g-g-god!” Her body undulated as if cracked like a whip and she screamed as her orgasm took hold of her.

“Oh fuck yes,” I growled when her pussy clenched around my cock like a vice.

When she grabbed the hand between her legs and pulled, I leaned over her. She quickly put her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer, and her feet thumped into the small of my back as well. I pushed my hands beneath her lithe body and gave her short, quick, deep thrusts into her climaxing pussy and Rachel screamed and gasped right into my ear. My girlfriend’s twin clawed savagely at my back, but I paid it absolutely no mind. Having the sexy little eighteen-year-old convulsing in ecstasy beneath me was worth every bit of it. I continued to slam into her, driving her to even greater heights.

I froze balls-deep inside her when the heel of one foot dug into my ass and the other the small of my back. Her arms locked around me, holding me tight against her as she shook from an internal earthquake and let out weak, warbling cries. Her pussy clenched with every wave of orgasm, the time between steadily growing longer, until at last, her arms went slack and her legs fell limp. I remained buried to the hilt in her velvety embrace.

“Oh Jeff, thank you,” she gasped after a few seconds, and then went into another brief fit of shuddering, “Never leave me… Say you’ll never leave me?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied, brushing her implication, “You’re… You’re amazing.”

That caused her to let out the sweetest little moan and turn to plant soft kisses on my arm. “No, you are.”

I chuckled from her childish tone, and she giggled in response. Then she blew out a long breath from between pursed lips and said, “You always make me feel so warm… even out here… on a cold dark lake… in a small rowing boat… in the middle of the night… naked…”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” I pushed up onto my arms with a grunt, and the movement of my erection inside her must have set off an aftershock, because she yelped and lurched, causing me to slip out. I sat back on my heels, marveling at the sight of her in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling like a fool. Her eyebrows twitched up when she saw my dick coated in her juices, and where it had dribbled down my heavy balls. She sat up and rubbed her fingers through the spatters of pussy nectar dotting her skin, and running into the crack of her tight little ass. “You didn’t cum,” she said.

I shook my head. The truth was that I was surprised he hadn’t blown my load the second he slid inside her. She felt that good. By some miracle, I had barely begun to feel the tickle of my own orgasm while she was in the throes of hers.

“Before we row ashore… before we return to Jessica at the lodge… I want you to cum inside me.”

It was my turn to shiver at the thought of that, and I grunted from the way it set my prick to bouncing. Rachel stood up and I started to try to get up as well, not that I trusted my legs at this point, but Rachel pushed me back into a sitting position and leaned over my tapped my legs. Taking her meaning I closed my legs part way. Rachel put her right knee next to my left leg and swinging her right leg across my legs straddled me. I looked up to see the little redhead panting down at me. She reached back and I groaned as I felt her not only grab my cock, but guide it back, until I could feel the head pressing against her pussy. My cock was hard and slick with a covering of pre-cum, the head a deep purple.

I put my hands back on my Strawberry Shortcake’s hips, and slowly moved her closer to me. Her legs were still spread widely around my waist, and her young pussy was open like a flower before me. I moved my left hand to her ass while my right firmly grasped the base of my rigid penis, and slowly touched the tip of my cock to her warm wet snatch. I only heard the sounds of heavy breathing from her as I gently ran the head of my prick up and down her moist little slit. The feeling was intoxicating, taboo, yet terrific.

I heard soft moans coming from the ginger teen as the tip of my cock caressed her overheated lips, yet her head still rested squarely on my shoulder. From the sounds she was making I assumed she was enjoying the attention, so I inched her bottom forward with my left hand, and sank my cock a bit deeper into her hot hole. “Ohhhhhhh Jeff,” was all I heard as I slid it in just past the head. Her pussy was amazingly tight, and I felt like I was in a velvet vice which made me even hornier.

Leaning down Rachel’s lips found mine, and as her tongue darted into my mouth, she let her weight go, impaling herself onto my hard cock. I moaned into Rachel’s mouth as my hard flesh began to penetrate her soft, wet and incredibly hot pussy.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rachel cried out as she broke the kiss.

Bracing her hands on my shoulders, Rachel leaned back onto my lap and started sliding back and forth slowly. I whimpered at how incredible it felt, then seeing her nipple in front of my face, leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth. She leaned forward, and as she had done before, wrapped her arms around my neck and bending her head to mine pulled me into another deep kiss. We both sighed as Rachel continued to slowly rub up and down my length while we kissed. I was unsure if Rachel was ready for more, so in my fevered state I began to slowly rub my exposed shaft while the tip rested snugly inside her warm clam. My little princess finally lifted her head from my shoulder and looked down between us. She gaped at our joined bodies, most of my hard cock still lewdly outside her stretched pussy. I waited for her next move in stunned silence as my cock pulsated wildly just inside her warm folds.

“Promise to cum inside me?” She politely asked in barely a whisper, then looked up into my eyes.

I had no idea how to respond, so I stared back and hoped for a small sign of what to do next. Her face was flush, and her eyes glassy. “I promise,” I said with a sweet smile.

Rachel looked back down to where we were just barely joined. I followed her gaze and watched with reverent awe as she continued to lower her small body onto my thick shaft. Inch by slow inch, my swollen penis was engulfed by Sophie’s daughter’s innocent flower. Rachel had to hitch her hips a few times in order to adjust to my sizable girth, but with delicate care she finally settled down so that her ass cheeks were flush with my thighs. We were fully joined.

“It’s in!” Rachel said with a gasp. “You’re back where you belong, Jeff. No wonder Ellen went psycho over you… and Mom wanted babies with you… I would do anything to feel this inside me… every day… for the rest of my life!” I simply nodded in agreement. I could feel the tip of my swollen cock as it pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb. “You’re right at my cervix, Jeffrey,” she told me. “Right at the place where babies are made. So when you have an orgasm, your sperm will go directly into me, right?”

“That’s how it works, Rachel, yes.”

“And millions and millions of your little sperm will start swimming around inside me, looking for an egg to fertilize, right? And it’ll be easy for them, because my eggs are ready and their coatings are thin, so one of those little sperm could jump right inside and we could make a baby tonight.”

“You– you’ve described it perfectly, Rachel. But you’re still on the pill… aren’t you?”

Rachel squirmed on my lap, causing my thick cock to shift around inside of her tight, clutching pussy. “I’m on birth control… but I won’t always be…”

I placed my hands gently on Rachel’s hips and helped her to start the rise-and-fall motion of a girl riding a cock. Rachel followed my guiding hands and rocked up and down on my penis for several seconds. After a minute of this, I reached up to gingerly touch her perfect breasts. Almost as if driven by instinct, Rachel pushed her luscious teats for me to feast upon. I wordlessly kissed the flesh of her bosoms and eventually fastened my lips to a nipple and began to suckle Rachel’s breast with passion.

With my hands still on her hips I started pushing and pulling, helping her to ride me. Rachel leaned back again, and putting her hands into her hair lifted them up, taking her hair up with them. I raised my hands to her tits and started fondling them. I was amazed at how firm they were and enjoyed the feeling of her hard nipples pressing into my palms. Rachel reached down behind her and began fondling my balls as she slid back and forth on my lap. My hips twitched causing me to slam my cock hard into her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Rachel cried out. “That feels good, Jeff!” When I didn’t respond, she went on. “In biology class I learned that, when I get pregnant, my breasts will get full of milk. Mom’s are pretty big already, aren’t they, Jeff? Would you like it if you could suck milk from my breasts? Knowing that it was you who made them that way and put a baby inside of me?”

I stopped just long enough to gasp out, “Yes!”

“Me, too, Jeff,” she said with a squeal as I reattached myself to her nipple.

Rachel continued to ride on my lap, feeling my thick shaft invade her tight pussy walls. From the moment she started, I could feel the slow build of something wonderful in her overfilled loins. Sometimes, because of that building sensation, her rhythm would falter and her hips would twitch on their own, but when she gave herself over to it, she moved fluidly without stopping, riding not just my unprotected cock, but the growing wave of pleasure that seemed to pulse from deep within her tummy. The additional sensations provided by my ravenous suckling on her sensitive breasts only made that feeling grow stronger and more intense. Every time she bottomed out on my turgid, fleshy pole, I felt like she was being held in the most amazing way deep inside her. After a few minutes of this had passed, her pleasure suddenly peaked and a cry of joy escaped her lips. She tossed her head back, letting her long red hair dance over my buttocks, while she ground her spasming pussy onto my groin uncontrollably. Finally, almost as quickly as it had begun, her breathing returned to normal and the aftershocks of her orgasm fluttered throughout her body. She opened her eyes, not realizing that she’d clamped them shut when her orgasm hit, and looked down at me in wonder.

“Fuck! You made me cum… Again!” she said breathlessly. “Did you cum, too?”

I shook my head. “No, Rachel, I didn’t. Not yet. But I’m getting there.”

“I can ride you again, if you want,” she offered. “To help you cum.”

I smiled again, this time wolfishly. “Actually, sweetheart, I was thinking that maybe we could change positions.”

“Okay!” Rachel said happily. “How do you want me?”

I leaned forward and kissed my illicit little lover passionately and reveled in the taste of her lips and the warm wetness of her pussy as it rippled softly around my member. When their lips parted, he said, “I think I want to take you from behind again.”

Rachel smiled when she heard that. “At the pointy end of the boat?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Okay!” and with that, she jumped up from my lap, sad to feel the sudden release of her hot grip. She leaned over the side of the boat, her soft tits pressed firmly against its weathered, wooden surface. She looked at me with slight uncertainty. “Like this, Jeff?”

I got up from the bench and stepped behind Rachel’s up-turned ass. “That’s perfect, Rachel.” I held my cock in one hand, stroking the wetness provided by Jessica’s sister’s pussy into the skin of my shaft then let it go, watching it bounce rigidly away from my body, towards my intended mate. My hands took hold onto Rachel’s lovely teenage hips and bent over her to kiss and nibbled on her ear and neck. As she quietly moaned, I could feel a warmth, a slippery wetness invading the space between her and I. This wasn’t bottled synthetic lube; this was pure fragrant pussy juice.

Her scent filled my senses. “You’re so wet,” I whispered. “You”re a fucking furnace.”

I nuzzled my damp cheek into her neck as I slid forward one last time, pushing just a little farther. I felt her silky wetness coat my sensitive head. She pushed back on her arms, pressed her hips up, and my dick carefully entered her sacred place. Gently, slowly, I pressed down. I could feel her silky warm wetness caress and stroke my dick. I was in and we slowly rocked, my hands firmly on her ass sliding her body up and down mine. Rachel whispered back at me, “I am going to cum all over your hard cock. Fill my tight wet pussy with your special cream.”

I felt the walls of her pussy constrict and relax as a gentle wave of pleasure ran through her body. Her pussy responded by flooding my invading manhood with a thick new coat of her slipperiness. I pushed my cock forcefully inside Rachel’s drenched pussy in a single stroke. This time, both of us could tell, I was able to get much deeper inside her. “Are you okay?” I asked when I saw that her knuckles gripped the boat so tightly that they were turning white.

Rachel took a few seconds to catch her breath. “I– I think so, Jeff. I, uhh… It feels like you’re pushing through my cervix.”

“Really?” I asked. I shifted my hips from side to side. Sure enough, the tightness I felt at the tip of my cock was completely unforgiving and my cockhead wouldn’t budge. Rachel looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled. 

“I like the feeling. But… does it hurt?” I asked.

She wiggled my hips slightly again. “Not at all, Jeff,” Rachel told me. “It feels like the beginning and end of me at the same time. It’s like I can feel a spark of electricity every time your penis kisses it.”

Without another word, I began to rock my hips back and forth with short, jabbing strokes. I looked down and watched with awe as my shaft moved in and out of Rachel’s cum-hungry pussy. My thrusts became more insistent as I pummeled her wet tightness and picked up speed. Meanwhile, Rachel’s cervical ring refused to let my cockhead go. The flared tip of my penis was held in a death grip by the entrance to the young girl’s womb and flexed each time I tried to pull back for a hard thrust of my hips. The sensations were maddening to me and the little boat began rocking, sending tidal waves from the epicenter of our sex towards the shore. Rachel cried out with unbridled pleasure as my pace increased and I began to pant heavily with my efforts.

“Oh, fuck, Jeff!” Rachel cried out. “I can feel you so deep inside me! I want it, Jeff! I want you to shoot your sperm and put a baby inside me! Do it, Jeff! Impregnate me!”

“Rachel,” I gasped as I continued fucking the gorgeous redhead hurriedly, “I’m getting close!”

“Good!” Rachel shouted. “Yes, Jeff! Fuck me! I want to imagine you’re putting your baby inside of me! Oh, fuck, this feels so good! I’m cumming so hard, Jeff! I want it so bad. I want to feel your sperm shooting inside of me! Show me how to get pregnant!”

“Ah, shit, Rachel! I’m almost there! I’m going to cum inside you!” Once again I shortened my thrusts, making sure that my penis would be as deep as it could go when it began to spew the contents of my balls inside Jessica’s sister’s waiting, fertile body. When Rachel’s pussy walls suddenly clamped down on my shaft, tighter than ever before, it summoned up a growl from somewhere deep and primal within me. I tightened my grip on her thighs, and unleashed the beast.

“Oh! Oh! Oh god! Yeah! Yeah!” she cried as he pounded her hard, making her breasts quiver and her head jerk. “I want it. Inside me. Cum. Cum!”

I growled again, pulling back on every thrust to cause resounding smacks when our flesh collided. She yelped, squealed, and continued to beg. I roared as the tight squeeze and her words summoned up the wicked itch in the head of my cock. It swelled and spread rapidly as I slammed into her and grunted uncontrollably. After only a few more thrusts, I was teetering on the edge.

Rachel looked back at me once more, steadying herself with her hands on the sides of the rocking rowing boat. She had the most amazing look of wide-eyed anticipation on her face when she said, “Please, Jeff, let me have it? You gave it to my sister out here… Cum inside me?”

I pressed my groin as far forward as I could, feeling the soft, pliable skin of her ass mold to the shape of my thighs. I closed my eyes tightly and felt my balls seize up, my cock expand with pressure and, in a flash, my orgasm struck. Ribbons of illicit seed poured into the wrong sister’s fertile womb, filling her young channel to capacity as I unloaded my potent sperm inside of her. The orgasm wracked my body without mercy for a full minute, causing my cock to jerk and literally vibrate as it belched out slug after slug of white, sperm-filled cum into Rachel’s chamber where, if we weren’t careful, our baby would be made. My mind blanked out entirely, pushing all other thoughts away, and filled itself only with the euphoric bliss of knowing that, right then and there, I could be breeding her with the most beautiful fruit of my loins.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed over Rachel’s back and we both panted heavily. My cock was still firmly lodged inside of Rachel as I slowly began to regain my senses and mental faculties. Rachel’s aftershocks continued to ripple through her body, causing my penis to remain hard and the head still pressing against her cervix as it dipped into the pool of creamy cum gathering at the deepest part of her vagina. I tried to ignore the scent emanating from her freshly cum-filled hole and the erotic scent of her skin, and said quietly in her ear, “That was simply incredible!”

Rachel wiggled happily beneath me, even while her body continued to convulse in post-orgasmic shocks, feeling my large penis still snugly held inside her tight, teenage body, By that point, my erection had subsided enough that I could safely withdraw myself from Rachel’s over-filled pussy. My strength had failed me. She let out an, “oh,” of surprise when my trembling hands let her drop back to the deck. My cock slipped out of her, sending a spatter of their mingled juices to land in the little tuft of hair on her mound. She giggled when my head nuzzled beside hers and I collapsed limply against her naked body. I looked down at the white streaks on my half-hard shaft, glistening in the moonlight, and watched with awe as a large globule of my sperm-filled seed started to seep out past Rachel’s labia. “Rachel…” I looked up at her with fear in my eyes. “What are we going to do?”

Rachel looked back at me, rolled herself back into a sitting position beside me and then placed a loving, gentle hand on her tummy. She regarded her nakedness for a moment and then looked back up at me. “The future can be anything you want it to be, Jeff. Stop worrying about it and let’s just let it happen?”

I looked up through heavy eyes when she kissed me, and saw her dipping her fingers into her cum-filled pussy and examining them with an expression that mingled amusement with just a touch of excitement. She then went wide-eyed and clamped her thighs together.

“Oh. Oh. I’m dripping everywhere,” she exclaimed while I watched her moving her hand as she explored back between her legs. Only a couple of seconds later, she was pulling out more pearlescent seed, matching the colour of the moon.

“That’s so much,” she said with laughter in her voice. “It’s still coming out. Wow.”

All I could manage was to weakly groan, “Fuck!” She laughed at my spent muttering, and I saw her pulling out more. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting my post-come coma have its way with me. She turned my head toward her, and we shared another long, soft kiss.

She smiled at me and said, “I can’t believe how hard you made me cum. And then when you did?” She closed her eyes, moaned, and shivered.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered, trapped in her mesmerizing dark green eyes.

She snuggled up against me and said, “We should probably get back to the shore, it will be sunrise soon and Jessica might be wondering where we’ve gone.”

I nodded. It was bittersweet to watch her incredible body, but the knowledge that it wouldn’t be the last time made it a little easier. I clumsily sat back on the bench seat and took up the oars into my hands. Rachel sat opposite me and stared at me, the whole time, a loving expression on her adorable face.

“Jessica already knows,” I commented.

“I doubt it. Even the bears are probably sleeping. It’s so very quiet and still out here,” Rachel replied over the rhythmical sloshing of the oars, “How can you be so sure?”

“For two reasons, I suppose; One, she always knows when you’re… in an emotional state…” 

The twins were connected in impossible ways I would never be able to fathom. There was no doubt in my mind that Jessica had sensed at least some of that. Rachel agreed with me because, even without saying a word and despite the lack of light on the lake, I watched Rachel blush, a flush of red that coloured her cheeks down to her breasts. It was a cute as fuck.

“I guess she would have been able to feel it,” she giggled, “She knew I wanted to get you out here…” 

“To make you even?” She nodded her head bashfully.

I continued to row us back towards the darkness of the shoreline, to return the boat to the jetty. The night air was still warm but it felt cooler now that our bodies had been spent. 

“You said there were two reasons, Jeff?” She said a few minutes later as I directed our craft towards its mooring, “Jessica might have been in her own, deep, orgasm infused sleep. You saw what she was doing back at the lodge. She might not have noticed us slip away?”

“She noticed.” I said as I leaned forward to kiss her then whispered, “She’s standing on the jetty with two bathrobes, waiting for us.”

A tear suddenly emerged from her eye, meandering a silvery moonlit trail down her face. “I love you,” she whispered, almost guiltily.

“I love you too,” I replied as the sisters waved at each other as the rowing boat bumped against the small pier.

I watched as the identical twins laughed and giggled as they recanted their evenings exploits, walking together hand in hand back along the jetty while I secured Molly’s boat. Before joining them I looked up at the sky once again. The night was beautiful, the stars shone brightly and there was no doubt that it was perfect. It was all delightfully real. For the first time in a very long time, I was actually looking forward to the future. It was a gift that I promised myself I wouldn’t squander, no matter what the future held.

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The next morning I woke up later than Rachel and Jessica; alone. I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to find the redheaded twins. They were in the living room, up and dressed in their casual clothes, shirts and jeans drinking coffee when I emerged from the bedroom. Jessica tried to excuse herself but I knew what she was thinking; we only had a few hours left before we would need to vacate the lodge at midday and she wanted to give her sister whatever time left to be alone with me. But I knew that was no longer necessary. I grabbed her hand as she walked past me and spun her around into my embrace.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I said, and kissed my girlfriend’s smiling lips. 

“There’s no need to go, Jess,” Rachel confirmed, “You know I am going to tell you everything anyway. You’re Jeff’s girlfriend and I appreciate you… letting me borrow him. Don’t go?”

“We haven’t spent a lot of time in the lodge, how about we stay here this morning, pack up and put everything in the car then have lunch with Molly at the café?” I asked the twins.

“I suppose we could leave out some fresh clothes, some towels and spend the afternoon at the lake before heading home?” Jessica offered, pulling herself away from my embrace to fetch me a fresh coffee.

“Good idea, sis,” Rachel agreed as I headed to the couch and sat beside the grinning eldest twin.

A few minutes later Jessica came to stand in front of us, wearing her own megawatt smile. She handed me a steaming mug of coffee which I immediately put to my lips. My Cherry Pie sat between us, one hand on my thigh and the other on Rachel’s. “This is exactly what I wanted, if I’m honest…” she began, “time alone with both of you. I have a feeling we are going to struggle to find time together once Jacob is born and we all go back to Uni. Jeff will be in his final year and we are almost certainly going to be put to use as babysitters. So why don’t we make the most of this? Together? That’s if… you want to? This is your holiday, Rachel.”

Rachel and I exchanged a look and a nod of agreement. It seemed that this was what we were going to do… it would take a while to build up our courage but, without warning, Jessica leaned across me and kissed Rachel right in front of me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She kissed her passionately, their mouths opening and their tongues playing with each other. Rachel kissed her back. Jessica sat back and looked at me. Then, she kissed me too, with the same passion. Her lips were warm and wet from kissing Rachel. Her fingers tugged my t-shirt up as we kissed, exposing my stomach, her hands running across it teasingly.

That was all it took. The mood had changed instantly and any reluctance had completely dissipated. I slid my hands up her pink blouse, feeling Jessica’s soft stomach and then, up her back to unclasp her bra inside. At the same time, Rachel cupped Jessica’s tits and then unbuttoned the pink blouse, revealing Jessica’s pale skin and small tits, her pink nipples hardening with excitement. Jessica gasped into my mouth at that, pushed my shirt up and off, exposing my hairy chest. She ran her hands across it as she turned to Rachel and kissed her. Rachel kissed her back as her hand dropped to Jessica’s jeans, her fingers working at the button and zipper to get them open. At the same time, Jessica worked at Rachel’s mesh and lace top, pulling it up and off her, exposing her flat stomach. I reached across and helped, lifting Rachel’s blouse up and off, revealing her beautiful, identical breasts, the hard nipples elongating in sync with her sisters. They were breathtaking to me, and I smiled that this was the realisation of all my wildest dreams.

The room was quiet but for our breathing, which grew heavier with each passing moment. Jessica stood up and pushed her jeans down and off her legs, along with her panties, revealing the patch of red pubic hair above her pretty pink slit. Her skin was pale all over with a scattering of light freckles. She then knelt between my legs and rubbed her hands across my hardening cock inside my pants. She unzipped my slacks, reached in, and pulled my cock out.

As she stroked my cock to full hardness, I saw Rachel watching her, assessing what she saw. My cock grew hard within seconds. I saw a small smile form on Rachel’s pretty face. She then looked at my face, and I saw the lust in her eyes. Her approval made me smile back at her before I dropped my eyes to her exposed breasts. Jessica wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirled, and then she sank down, driving my cock deep into her mouth. Rachel scooted closer to me, cupped my face in her hand, and turned me to look into her eyes. She whispered, “Kiss me while she sucks your cock.”

We kissed, first softly, then more passionately. Her tongue pressed into my mouth, both of us tasting like coffee. Jessica sucked my cock more passionately, moaning with pleasure, the vibrations traveling deep into my crotch. I found it so funny that I was kissing Rachel while my girlfriend was blowing me.

Rachel broke the kiss and glanced at Jessica. “My sister is more enthusiastic than me,” she murmured, before kissing me again. She laced her fingers into my hair and gripped me there dominantly as she kissed me. I found that incredibly sexy, and I moaned into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and inviting. We fit together wonderfully, and it felt completely natural to kiss her. I felt the spark, the chemistry, pass between us, and I knew it was real. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked at me, gave a sly grin, and whispered, “Wow.”

Jess unbuckled and unhooked my pants, her mouth never leaving my shaft. She then came off my cock with a loud pop, her lips wet with saliva. I lifted to let her pull my pants down and off my legs, before she tossed them aside. As Jessica pulled them off my legs, Rachel broke the kiss and watched her for a moment. “No underwear?” she asked.

“I think he might have been expecting to get laid,” Jessica told her as she pulled Rachel’s boots off.

“He was right,” she whispered.

Jessica and I worked together to get Rachel’s jeans open. She unbuttoned them while I unzipped and pushed them down, then we both pushed her jeans and panties down her legs, revealing her own little tuft of ginger hair above her slit. As Jessica moved in and nestled her face into Rachel’s crotch, I just watched for a second. They were breathtakingly beautiful to me, toned and sexy with freckles, red hair, cute faces, and small boobs; goddesses. Rachel noticed me staring and asked softly, “See something you like?”

As my girlfriend slid her tongue along her sister’s pussy lips and then lapped and sucked at her clit, Rachel gasped and arched her back. One hand fell to the back of Jessica’s head, holding her there. Her other hand fell to my hard cock, touching me sexually for the first time since we woke up. I kissed her, our kiss deep and urgent. I cupped one of her tiny breasts as she slowly stroked my throbbing cock. Rachel murmured against my mouth, “Fuck, her tongue feels so good.”

Jessica worked on Rachel’s pussy, loud slurping sounds filling the living room. I kissed Rachel’s neck before working my way down to her fantastic breasts. I cupped her left tit in my palm, my fingers playing with her elongated nipple as I sucked it between my lips, my tongue batting that bullet tip back and forth.

“Mmm, I like this,” Rachel moaned as she more vigorously stroked my cock, enjoying the stimulation from Jessica at her pussy and me at her tits.

After a few minutes, Rachel and I pulled Jessica up to sit between us. We both worked on her breasts, me sucking gently on her left one while Rachel latched her lips firmly around the right nipple. My fingers fell to her pussy, and I found Rachel’s fingers already there. I caressed her hand, and then we worked together… I rubbed her clit while Rachel put a couple of fingers inside. Jessica whimpered with pleasure, her hands lacing into our hair. “Yes, oh god,” she moaned as she arched her chest up into our faces. Their tits might have been small but they were very familiar to me, so I found myself watching Rachel work more than concentrating on what I was doing. Rachel caught me watching her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. We were working together to build Jessica up. Rachel kissed her way down Jessica’s stomach and knelt between her legs. Her tongue lapped at her clit as her fingers parted the folds of her slick pussy.

Taking that as my cue, I stood on the couch and pressed my cock to Jessica’s lips. She eagerly sucked my dick into her mouth as Rachel made her moan with pleasure. We worked like that for a few minutes, Rachel slurping sexily at her sister’s pussy while I fucked Jessica’s face with my hard cock. It was nothing like anything I had ever experienced. I watched Rachel’s firm round ass, her strong sexy back, her arms on either side of Jessica’s hips, and her face buried under her own mass of ginger hair, as well as Jessica’s bush. All I could clearly see was her eyes looking up Jessica’s body and into mine. She gave me a wink. Jessica groaned around my cock, the vibrations piercing right through me as I stared into Rachel’s eyes. I soon matched my slow thrusts into her face with the motion of Rachel’s head, creating a sort of rhythm that left Jessica gasping and moaning with pleasure. Rachel stood up and said, “Go ahead, I’m going to get the strap-on.”

I nodded and pulled Jessica sideways on the couch, her back flat on the cushions, her legs in the air. I knelt between her spread thighs and lay down. With one hand at the base, I guided my cock to the familiar entrance and slipped into her warm wet vagina in one smooth motion, leaving me balls deep inside my girlfriend.

Jessica gasped. “Oh, Jeff,” she moaned. I slid my cock almost out and then back into her pussy over and over. “Harder,” she groaned.

I watched Rachel as I slammed my cock in and out of Jessica, the couch creaking beneath us. Rachel had her eyes glued on me as well, as she pulled on the harness and tightened the straps. She spread lube on the shaft of the realistic-looking cock, stroking it like a man watching porn. Jessica writhed beneath me, her small breasts jiggling, but I knew this was just the warm-up. Things were about to get very interesting.

Rachel made a gesture with a little smile. She said, “My turn, Jeffrey.”

I grinned at her and pulled out of my girlfriend. I stood up and let Rachel take my place. She knelt between Jessica’s spread legs and, with one hand guiding it in place, she thrust the strap-on into her sister with practiced ease. The cock sank into her easily until Rachel’s hips slapped against her.

Jessica cried out, “Oh Fuck! Yes, that’s it! Fuck me, Rachel!”

My insecurity welled up in that moment. I had just been fucking her, and she was more excited for Rachel. At the same time, though, Rachel was watching me. It was hard to blame Jessica because Rachel was amazing.

Rachel made a little gesture with her head and said softly, “Come on.”

I knew exactly what she wanted, and it made my cock even harder. I knelt on the couch behind Rachel and, with her strap-on buried deep inside her sister, I guided my dick into Rachel’s wet pussy. Fuck, she was hot! Not just figuratively, but literally… her vagina felt like an oven around my throbbing cock.

“Oh my god,” Rachel breathed.

“This is so hot,” I murmured to whoever wanted to hear.

Jessica looked up at me and asked, “Are you fucking her?”

I nodded and smiled. I sure was. My cock was inside my girlfriend’s sister… and it felt amazing. Rachel groaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back against my hips, pulling her strap-on halfway out of Jessica. I pulled back a bit and then thrust forward, driving both my cock into Rachel but also Rachel’s strap-on cock into Jess. All three of us moaned in pleasure at the same time.

“Jeff,” Rachel panted, twisting her head as much as she could to kiss me. “This is awesome. Fuck me!”

I did. I thrust in and out of Rachel’s pussy, first slowly and then faster and faster, harder and harder, until both Rachel and Jessica were moaning, their orgasms building. It was absolutely surreal. It was a sound I will never forget.

“Yes,” Jessica groaned. “Fuck us, Jeff. Come on!”

“Your cock feels so good inside of my pussy,” Rachel hissed.

Then, with me slapping Rachel’s firm ass repeatedly with my hips as hard as I could, both women came. They shouted and groaned, both of them writhing beneath me. I felt like I had pinned these two women to the sofa with my cock, watching them tremble beneath me, and it was glorious. When Rachel started to get up, I reluctantly pulled out, knowing we had more planned.

“Ride me,” Rachel told Jessica as she sat back down on the couch.

Jessica straddled her hips. I watched as Jessica settled her slick pussy down onto Rachel’s strap-on cock, the lips parting easily as she sank down until she had the entire thing was buried inside her cunt.

“This feels so good, sis,” Jessica murmured to her, “Molly, knew we would end up using this didn’t she?”

Rachel nodded as her hands gripped Jessica’s hips, guiding her up and down on her lap with a steady rhythm. Jessica’s hair and tits bounced up and down as she rode her twin sister. I was starting to feel left out, understanding the dynamic that they shared, until Rachel’s deep green eyes looked at me from over Jessica’s shoulder. When she gave me a wink, I smiled at her, knowing it was time to really make her feel it. Rachel’s hands slid lower and spread the cheeks of Jessica’s ass as I stepped closer. I squatted down a bit, spreading my legs to get lower, and lined my cock, still slick with Rachel’s fuck juices, with my Jessica’s asshole. I used to have anal sex with Jessica, but we hadn’t done it in months. I had certainly never given her a double-penetration. So, this was a rare treat, and I was so excited that my cock was bobbing up and down with my racing pulse.

“Jeff?” Jessica asked, turning to look over her shoulder at me, when she felt the head of my cock press against her asshole. A look of concern crossed her face, and then, as I pressed more firmly, she smiled, and I felt her asshole relax, letting me in. “Fuck my ass,” she whispered.

My little girlfriend’s asshole was tight; her pussy still filled with Rachel’s strap-on dick, combined with the natural tightness of her asshole. However, my cock was slick, and she was relaxing her butt to let me in, so with steady pressure, the head finally popped inside.

Jessica cried out, “God, I want both of you inside me. Yes!”

As Jess buried her face in her sister’s shoulder, I looked at Rachel. She had a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous smile on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, my chest pressed against Jessica’s back and my chin on her shoulder, as I slowly drove my cock up my girlfriend’s butt. The whole situation was surreal in that moment. Jessica’s ass clenched around my cock, the pressure on the underside of my cock for Rachel’s strap-on rubbing me through the thin wall separating us, as my tongue probed into Rachel’s mouth. It was another moment I will always remember. The three of us found a rhythm… Jessica riding the strap-on, lifting and dropping faster and faster, her soft hips working up and down with long strokes… I was fucking her ass at the same time, making sure when she was full of Rachel’s dick, her ass was also full of mine.

Jessica began to tremble as she moaned, “Oh, Jeff… yes… fill me the fuck up… use me!”

I did. As she faltered atop Rachel, I did not. I drove my cock into her ass harder and harder, taking out my frustrations on her tender butt.

“Yes, like that. Fuck my ass,” Jessica moaned with pleasure.

Rachel watched my face the whole time, and she captured my attention. The smirk on her lips turned to pure lust. Our connection was electric as we fucked her sister between us. As I fucked her harder and harder, roughly pounding into her ass, Jessica moaned. Rachel’s hands came up to cup her small tits, and she asked her, “You like being shared, don’t you?”

“Yes! I fucking love it! Don’t stop,” she gasped and moaned.

I again pressed down, my chest on her back, my thrusts deep up her ass, the slap of my hips against her butt echoing off the walls. The couch creaked beneath us, making me wonder if it would hold our weight. I didn’t really care. Jessica came with grunts of pleasure as her ass gripped my dick firmly and her body jerked atop Rachel, but we didn’t stop fucking her. I leaned in, over Jessica’s shoulder, and kissed Rachel again. As Rachel’s hand found the back of my head, she passionately pressed her tongue up inside my mouth. “You’re incredible,” I whispered to Rachel as Jessica moaned through her orgasm.

“So are you,” she said, looking at me without a smirk or a grin, her eyes boring into mine. “Now, cum for us,” she told me, the smirk returning.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Let us taste it,” Rachel told me.

I stepped back, my cock popping out of her ass, throbbing almost painfully.

Jessica and Rachel scrambled to the floor in front of me, like we were starring in a porn video. Jessica grabbed my cock and slurped it up into her face, tasting her own ass off my dick. I was so close that it didn’t take much to push me over the edge. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her on and off my cock, releasing her as my thighs began to tingle. Rachel wrapped her fist around the base of my cock and milked me into her sister’s mouth. I came, cum blasting from my cock in huge pulses. I could feel it rush up and out of me over and over again… three, four, and finally five blasts of cum, until I was completely drained. Jessica took it in without swallowing or complaining. There was so much that she didn’t dare swallow until I was done cumming, lest she choke.

“Give it to me,” Rachel whispered before kissing her.

As Rachel continued to stroke my now-freed cock with her fist, I watched them exchange my cum. I had seen that done in videos, but it never occurred to me that anything like that would ever happen in real life… at least, not to me.

Finally, after a minute, when Rachel had taken my cum from Jessica, I saw her throat work. She swallowed it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen… and, after everything we had done, that was saying a lot. My chest tightened with affection as she looked at me and grinned. “Delicious,” she said. Destiny had placed me with Jessica but I felt so close to her sister at that moment.

“Did you swallow it?” Jessica asked her sibling, sounding either concerned or disappointed.

Rachel just nodded before she took my cock into her mouth and gave it one last long suck. It was slowly going down on its own, even though my desire for Rachel was still strong. We all knew it was time to stop, but I was in such a state of bliss that I would have continued if I could have. After we cleaned up, we got dressed and all fell asleep on the couch, well satisfied.

When I woke up less than an hour later Rachel was already in the shower and Jessica was still sitting beside me drinking another coffee. “Did you have fun last night?” 

“I love spending time with you both,” I replied. “We should do this again. I’ll speak to Molly at the café and see if there are any other weekends… maybe it’ll be cheaper when the season is over?”

“That’s not what I was talking about. Did you have fun fucking my sister out on the lake?” I know I was white as a ghost. I tried to play it off as if I had no idea what she was talking about, and then she described how our pale bodies glowed as we walked hand in hand to the jetty. Then how we stood out, both of us naked, in the middle of the dark lake, the pale moonlight making us shimmer and shine. “I saw her ride you. I saw you fuck her.”

“When did we wake you up?” 

“You were lying beside me, sucking each other off. You were shaking the bed so much that I woke up. I didn’t want to disturb you… I was so turned on watching, so I acted like I was asleep through the rest of your act. Then I watched you take her on the lake. That was so romantic Jeff, thank you for making her time here so special. I think things are going to get harder for us all for a while.”

“What makes you say that?”

“There’s going to be a newborn in the house. Mom is going to need a lot of support… she isn’t as young as she used to be. I know Dad is worried. We will all need to balance her needs with our studies… there might not be much time left for… us. Perhaps no time at all for… all three of us.”

“I’ll make time! I’ll step up to support… my son.” I said forthrightly, I wouldn’t let them all suffer because of something… I had done. “I’ll do anything for family.”

“I know you will sweetheart,” she soothed me, stroking my arm, “I also have my own concerns…”

“What’s wrong?” I suddenly panicked. Was Jessica having second thoughts? Was she considering breaking up with me? Was it because of my love for her sister? The guilt I had been holding back struck me like a hammer blow but Jessica did not see the terror in my eyes, instead she continued talking.

“I think Rachel means to take you away from me. Make you choose her instead of me. I will never try to possess you, Jeff, not like Ellen. I won’t trap you or give you any reasons to choose me over her… or anyone!” She explained, “But… I’m worried Rachel might.”

What did that mean? Trap me? How? Then I remembered our sex talk… how she wanted me to fuck my baby into her… how she repeatedly wanted me to cum inside her. Was she still on the pill? Were we at risk of conceiving a baby? If we did… Jessica was right. That would change our dynamic completely. I would feel connected… and obligated… to her twin sister. I tried to hide the horror of this revelation the best I could as Jessica continued lovingly stroking my bicep. 

“I will always give you freedom to choose, Jeff. I don’t want you to worry. I know one of us will get lucky and one of us won’t. Either way, I will always respect your decision and I will never hold it against you. I love you. Unconditionally. I always will”

That’s when Rachel reappeared. “Ooh did I miss something important?”

“Not really, we were just talking about Mom, the baby and the future…” Jessica left it like that and Rachel came over and hugged us both. “We can achieve anything if we stick together.” She added looking at me. I could see a sadness in her eyes. It unsettled me.

“Come on, let’s go see Molly and thank her for her gift,” Rachel laughed and we collected up the last of our things before vacating our little home from home. 

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The three of us piled into our booth at the café and not long after Molly appeared to take our order… in a most unconventional way; She sat at our table and as Rachel began to thank her for the strap on, Molly locked her lips onto hers. Rachel reached for her blindly, still dazed, still undone, and pulled her close. They kissed like women who’d found god in each other. Wet, and messy, and consuming. Their mouths moved together in gratitude and lust.

Rachel moaned on Molly’s tongue and leaned in devouring Molly’s mouth. Molly moaned back, deep and broken. Her hand slid beneath Rachel’s jaw, holding her still as their kiss deepened further, into something thick and filthy. Rachel rolled her hips without thinking, every nerve ending wanting to be known and touched. A fine sheen of sweat clung to her sun-kissed skin, it collected lightly in the hollows of her collarbone, and ran in slow trickles down the valley between her breasts. Rachel’s lips were parted as she panted, and her chest rose in stuttering waves. And when she tried to speak her voice was thick with arousal, sounding like it had been torn from somewhere deep inside her.

“Mmh, everyone can see us, Molly… oh, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she gasped, her accent thickened with her wretched state.

Her faintly freckled cheeks were flushed, and her red hair was damp with sweat and plastered across her face. She looked like she’d been baptized in the storm of Molly’s mouth. For her part, Molly didn’t answer with words. She just gripped Rachel’s thigh tighter, with one hand, her fingers digging into soft skin slick with sweat, and dragged her tongue side to side slowly across and between Rachel’s plump lips. Her cheek was caught in the sunlight. Her jaw was sharp, and her dark brown eyes disappeared into shadow.

Her mouth worked with unrelenting focus, and her tongue moved in slow, exacting circles, as if she were writing prayers with her mouth, sin in cursive, and salvation in heat. It was hard not to be turned on at the sight. She wasn’t just kissing Rachel, she was worshipping her, and drinking her in. Two of the fingers of her other hand curled deep between Rachel’s thighs with practiced grace. She moved them slowly, angling them just so until Rachel let out a soft, feral cry, the kind that didn’t give a shit if it was overheard.

When their lips finally parted, Rachel opened her eyes, pupils blown wide, and mouth swollen. Her voice came low, wrecked, but always somehow playful: “Oh fuck,” she breathed. “I think I saw the inside of a star.”

Inside the café, there was a hush of golden light. There was a light gasp from their audience, and the heat of two women wrapped in each other, in the way of lovers who knew their time was short, filled the space.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” Molly panted, straightening her uniform.

“No,” I said in stunned awe, “I think we’re good.”

Jessica and Rachel, put their heads together in shared whispers and giggles but Molly’s eyes were locked on mine. Her eyes were scrutinising me, and I returned her glare, studying her features; her light latte coloured skin and dark hair fused with her black nails and those two focused brown eyes. Even from across the table I felt her darkened chills gripping me as she continued to watch me, completely still. I wanted to look away, to walk away, but I found myself still staring. I was already sucked in, my control was beyond broken, whether it was the sapphic display I had just witnessed or the lust in her eyes, she had me trapped.

Then she smirked, nodded, mouthed, “later” and headed back towards the counter. 

Her voluptuous curves were the stuff of fantasies, heavy, swaying breasts that strained against her snug blouse, a thick waist that flared into a round, luscious ass that seemed sculpted for gripping, and a slow, deliberate sway in her hips whenever she walked. Her allure was magnetic, and I couldn’t help but be increasingly drawn to her.

When she returned with her order, she was different, and professional. Engaging the sisters in pleasant small talk but her eyes were always on me. I settled our bill and explained our plans for the afternoon. She said she was going to be busy but if we wanted to shower before the journey home, there was an outdoor shower behind the café. I thanked her and she smiled knowingly at me.

The lake was busier as the weekend crowd appeared. It was the height of summer and I must admit, considering the beauty that surrounded us and the scope for so many activities and adventures, I worried about Molly’s grandmother’s business. Today was the only time I had ever seen the place busy. The café seemed to be an exceptionally well-run place, with direct access into the lake with its pebble beaches and azure waters. The forests opened up to waterfalls and the beauty of the mountainscape. I mused that a campsite might draw in more long term business. Or some investment into the lakeside facilities to draw people into the water.

We spent the whole afternoon sunbathing on that beach, by the secluded cove some twenty minutes walk from the jetty and when we were done, we cooled off with a swim then headed back to the café and the car.

It was a real treat for me to watch the twins, particularly as they remained in their swimsuits all afternoon. I got lots of envious looks and I am sure most people thought I was their brother and not their lover. They had blossomed into stunning creatures now coming to terms with their adulthood, but they were also cute, pretty little things, slender with small, pert breasts. They had bright ginger hair, so they were always going to draw attention, and light freckled skin. Far paler than the other holiday makers out by the lake. Their complexions meant they didn’t spend much time outdoors so seeing two identical beauties sunning themselves was a sight to behold. In short, they hadn’t lost their teenage looks and were both distractingly beautiful.

We followed Molly’s directions and just a short walk behind the café, surrounded by the whispering trees of the forest was the community bathroom; a rustic wooden structure on a concrete floor. To enhance the outdoor experience, the showers were only partially covered, with the sun and sky overhead while you showered, the trees themselves providing some concealment for those wishing to use them.

Rachel went to say her goodbyes to Molly while Jessica and I decided to shower together, and that naturally led to passionate sex. In the course of that session, in a fit of passion, I lifted her up and bumped her against the adjoining wooden partition with my cock deep inside her. The partition shook, and a small piece of the wooden cladding fell off, exposing a small gap into the next stall. Fortunately, there was no one in the other stall, so I quickly picked up the piece and wedged it back into place. While repairing the partition I noticed that the gap the fallen off piece had made was about four inches wide by six inches high, and was waist-high. Immediately, I thought that someone might have crafted it specifically for one purpose; a glory hole.

Jessica decided to step out of our stall to begin the lengthy process of drying her hair. I continued to rinse down hearing Molly and Rachel engaging her in conversation. Rachel then signalled her own intention to shower and a minute later the stall next to me became occupied. I listened to the occupant fumble around, probably removing her bikini and then she turned on the water as something naughty suggested itself to me. That “something” was to surprise her by removing the panel and sticking my cock through the hole into her shower stall, and hopefully get some glory hole action. I was so excited and pleased with myself at this idea that I couldn’t wait. I had just cum and my cock was swollen, but not fully erect, but the precum was just oozing out. I couldn’t wait any longer. After a short while I quietly removed the loose panel and stuck my cock into the gap. I could imagine the view from the other side: my swollen cock and balls peeping through the gap like a real glory hole.

I waited.

For a few minutes nothing happened, and all I heard were the sounds of someone showering. I knew it was impossible that she didn’t see my cock, and so I concluded she was just playing coy.

I waited.

Eventually, I felt a light touch on my hard, hanging member. A single finger ran tentatively downward from my pubic hair to my tip, and then underneath my penis, gently lifting it up as if studying it. I liked where this was going. I then felt the finger releasing my cock, and her hand gently taking my balls in her grip, and gently squeezing them. The hand slid up from my balls to my shaft, slowly stroking it up and down until I was rock hard. This was turning out to be just as I had envisioned.

And then I felt it. My cock was pulled forward, and a soft, cool, moist, slightly rough object rubbed against the very tip. It was her tongue which she expertly used to lick up my precum. My heart rate went through the roof. Rachel’s touch felt divine! Now I read somewhere that women tend to be a lot more adventurous at glory holes, doing things they wouldn’t normally do. It has something to do with the anonymity and the perceived detachment of the penis from the person, so I was right to expect some extra kinky behaviour. But this was taking it to the next level.

By this point my cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. She gave it a long, slow suck from the base to the tip. Then she started again, this time starting all the way down by my balls and sliding her moist tongue slowly upwards. I could feel her warm breath on my member as she did so. I felt so good! It took all of my self control to keep from blowing my load.

Suddenly, I felt her lips wrapping around the upper half of my cock. Soft, moist lips slid up and down my hard cock, taking in more and more of my length with each downward motion. All the time, her delicious little tongue kept spinning around my shaft, giving me pleasurable sensations that were off the scale, even for her! I moaned and pressed myself even harder against the partition. Eventually she pushed down so hard I felt my cock penetrating the depths of her throat and I felt the pressure of her chin against my balls. She was deep-throating me! Rachel had deep throated me before, and was becoming quite talented, she rarely gagged now and I was so glad to have conjured up this idea. I had never dreamed she could become as good at it as this! As my cock fucked her esophagus I knew that I wouldn’t last long, not with an onslaught like that. She began to suck my cock passionately and with a devotion that I had never experienced before, up and down, pausing every now and then to lick my head and pee hole, and then resuming the sucking; down, down until she deep throated me. All the time, her fingers gently caressed my scrotum.

It wasn’t long before I started to feel my balls tightening up, my cock getting harder, and an explosive orgasmic pressure starting to build up deep within my body. I knew I was close. Slowly, slowly, the pressure rose towards the surface and I was close to my point of no return. She sensed it, and in response tightened her lips around my cock, using her fingers to gently stroke the base.

Oh Fuck! I felt her moan vibrating through my cock and that instantly propelled me over the edge. I felt the first volley of spunk ejaculate forcefully into her oral cavity. I came with such intensity I thought the tip of my cock would explode. My butt cheeks tightened, my ears throbbed, my eyes closed shut and my hips thrust forward. I came, and came and came directly into Rachel’s eager mouth. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours, and all the time she kept her mouth firmly put and continued to gently stroke the base of my cock and my scrotum.

Eventually I stopped cumming. Still, her mouth remained firmly wrapped around my cock, as if she were hoping there’d be more sperm for her. Slowly, my penis became limp between their lips and only once it was completely limp, did she slowly slide her lips off, careful not to spill any of my precious seed. I couldn’t tell what she did with the mouthful of cum, but I was pretty sure she swallowed it. She placed a gentle kiss on my cock head before pulling away and then turned off the water and exited the shower. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. Eventually, I replaced the wood panel, wrapped myself in a towel, and exited the shower too.

What I saw next shocked and confused me. There, twenty feet away, was Jessica, talking to Rachel who spotted me and waved sweetly before walking towards the shower stall I had occupied with her towel and shower bag in hand.

What the hell?

When I asked where she was going, she simply answered that just as she was about to join me when she realised she had forgotten her shampoo and went back to the car to fetch it.

“I’m so sorry, Jeff,” she said. “I know you want to make things even… Jessica told me you had showered together and I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Maybe next time?”

“No… it’s okay… honestly,” I replied distractedly, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Rachel walked into the stall and a few seconds later I heard the water begin to flow. But… if it wasn’t Rachel, who had just deep-throated me? Who had just taken my load? Whose tummy did it now reside in? It must have been Jessica who sucked me off in the shower stall… But as I studied my girlfriend I noticed she was still tending to her mostly dry hair… if the water was running while she was in there, wouldn’t her hair be soaked? If not either of the twins then who?

“Where’s Molly?” I asked out loud.

“We chatted but she had to get back to her duties. I think she went back to the café to fetch some tools. She wanted to fix one of the stalls or something.” Jessica said absentmindenly as she drew a brush through her luscious red hair… but her mischievous smile was hiding something.

Had she sneaked in? Was she covering for… Molly? Maybe I would never know… because I was far too embarrassed to ask her; Who had just sucked me off in the shower?

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Jessica was right. As the summer began to wane, the twins and I had less and less time together and sure enough, fatherhood was beckoning me. I knew I would have increasing responsibilities but, to save any unwelcome questions, I was largely brushed to the side. So not to draw attention to our love child I was just to be a concerned next-door neighbour and son to Sophie’s best friends; my Mom and Dad.

As the time to Sophie’s due date approached, my Mom’s ultrasound scans confirmed we were indeed having a healthy baby boy. Joseph and my Dad were busy getting the house baby-friendly while university work continued apace for me. The twins quickly acclimatized themselves to my sometimes erratic study schedule, they understood that if I was going to begin my career as the junior member of a local team of architects I would need to make a good impression. I worked at Uni for three days a week and at the firm for two. I was still in training; the boss of the company, Mr Hobbs, was very hot on all team members keeping their training and techniques up to date, so I was going to be working hard. I needed to balance that with fatherhood, girlfriends and my final year of my University degree had only just begun. Things were going to get a lot tougher for me. The realisation of my adulthood couldn’t have come at a worse time. This was going to be my ‘make or break’ time; if I caved in under the pressure, I’d fail my exams and have to either revert to being just an architectural technician or end my dreams of becoming an architect all together. Either way it would take several more years before I would become fully qualified.

The twins had their own studies to complete and the workload in their second year increased to almost match mine. We barely saw each other during the week and Sophie became my tower of strength during this difficult period when I should have been hers. She kept me going when I was stressed out, and instructed her daughters to let me sleep when I had to endure sixteen hour sessions of work and study. I think if I’d shown the slightest hint that I was contemplating chucking it all in she and her whole family would have supported me, but she would also have been disappointed with me that I’d given up, and I couldn’t live with knowing I’d let her and my baby down in any way. This period was when most of my real growing-up happened, as my mind finally wrapped itself around the choices I’d made and showed me the real consequences of failure; I had a baby on the way, a girlfriend… or two, and an expecting partner who depended on me to make it all work out, so there was no way I could allow myself to falter or fail.

As Sophie’s pregnancy progressed, and her belly swelled, she became almost irresistible; her usual expression was serene, almost angelic; she looked like a Madonna from a Raphael painting, with her sweet expression and calm, unruffled manner; I couldn’t get enough of her, and she felt the same way about me; when I found myself at home and the twins were away I would go to her under the pretence of being an attentive neighbour. She would explain that I needed an outlet or the stress I was under would break me so during the week, when I should have been resting in preparation for another hard exam, we would instead be pounding and straining against each other, everything about her drawing me in, pulling me closer, making me hot and her irresistible; I spent the last trimester with an almost permanent erection, and Sophie was always wet and receptive, ever ready with her slippery, succulent pussy or hot demanding mouth.

Those final days of summer passed in a whirl of work, study and more work, and my nights an endless round of hot, sweaty, slippery sex. But not with Jessica or Rachel who were studious and devoted in their preparation for the baby and their own futures. Sophie was well attended by her own family and mine, but on occasion her hormones demanded that I should find the time to fulfil her needs. I had to slip out the the house, sneak in next door and Joseph would either distract his children or make himself scarce so Sophie could engage in her illicit sexual acts of adultery with me… gone were the days when she could sneak into my house. As the days counted down and my pregnant neighbour became too large for us to safely make love in the missionary position, she would instead have me take her from behind, her fingers strumming and rubbing her ever erect clitoris while I pounded into her as I milked and squeezed her swollen breasts and highly sensitive nipples.

However we did it, though, the sex was unforgettable, mind-blowing, incredible, and a whole lot of other superlatives. Sophie and I couldn’t stop; the things we felt for each other and that connection we shared was always the keystone of our lovemaking, the one thing that stood out for both of us; we really were a family, in all the important, subtle, and not so subtle ways there are to measure that connection we shared, and we felt an almost overwhelming compulsion to renew and explore that connection at every possible opportunity.

My Mom was always there for her. She had her department on standby… as well as Molly, surprisingly; she was now installed in her placement and spent every Friday, at work with my Mom in the hospital, followed by a night with the twins and myself. She sometimes stayed the night, sleeping in Ellen’s old room, now a nursery, but that wouldn’t be available for much longer. I often wondered if, after the birth, Molly would sleep in Rachel’s bed… with her. Every time I let the thought cross my mind I felt a pang of heartbreak. I was always destined to lose one of them but to have it happen right in front of me seemed cruel. I would reason with myself; it was right Rachel should find time for her new best friend. But as we found less and less time for ourselves she seemed to make more and more time for Molly. With Jessica occupied and Rachel slipping away. During what should have been the most intense period of my life, all I felt like I was being first pushed aside, to protect the identity of my unborn son’s father and then neglected by the women I had devoted myself to. Only Sophie understood and as I fulfilled her sexual needs… she tried to make me feel like I still belonged, albeit in secret clandestine encounters which only made it feel more seedy… and made me feel increasingly alone. This was going to be my punishment and I accepted it; I had caused this. I would need to see myself through on my own. 

I think Molly could see my pain and would often deliberately get me involved in anything the twins had planned to do with her during her brief stays. She would stay overnight with either my Dad or me taking her home on Saturday evening when she would work six days at the café with her grandmother. I was pleased she’d attached herself to us, as it gave Sophie some company when I was working through the night at weekends; I got used to visiting the twins in the morning and finding Jessica and Rachel fast asleep, thumbs corked in their mouths, the TV still on and the debris of pizza and microwave popcorn scattered everywhere; when I wasn’t working, having Molly there gave them a flavour of what it would probably be like to have someone else sharing the house with them. From then on my life became even more hectic, cramming time to study in between my own placement caseload and trying (and succeeding, somehow!) to have a family life with my own parents and Sophie. 

And then one Friday in late September I got a panicked call from my Mom while I was at university. Sophie was overdue by almost a week but was now on her way to the hospital. They’d been out shopping, one last spree before she popped, and her waters had broken in one of the department stores. Luckily the shopping mall was only a short way from the hospital and I was already in there when she was brought in by the ambulance, having broken the speed limit and most of the hospital Health and Safety rules in my mad dash to be there for her when she arrived.

Her face was twisted in pain as another contraction hit her, but she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, her skin glowing with the promise of impending motherhood. The contractions were still more than five minutes apart, so there was time to move her to the Maternity Unit and get her gowned and prepped. The waiting room was cold and sterile; white walls, sharp lights, a faint whiff of antiseptic that stinged my nose. My palms were sweaty, rubbing against the table’s edge. Despite it being my Mom’s domain I hated this shit; needles, stethoscopes, the whole clinical vibe. It made my skin crawl. When Joseph and the twins arrived I was hovering, getting in the way, trying my best to stay out of the way, but trying to be involved at the same time, until Molly pulled me to one side and dressed me down properly; I wasn’t welcome.

She led me by the hand away from my girlfriend, her sister and their father and out into the corridor. I don’t think they even had time to acknowledge that I was even there. Molly was dressed in a nurses uniform and looked so different, despite being the same woman we had spent the summer with. But, fuck me, she still looked stunning. She was almost a head taller than the twins, and moved like she owned the room, hips swaying, heels clicking on the tiles like little gunshots. Her long, straight dark brown hair looked immaculate. In her new uniform propelled her from cutsie waitress to motherly matron; it was white, tight, hugging every curve, and the top button was undone, showing off her plump cleavage that spilled out like it was begging to be noticed. Her breasts were round, full, straining the fabric so hard I swear I heard a thread pop. Molly unbelievably sexy, a walking porno in scrubs, and I was staring, mouth dry, pulse kicking up. Her skin was pale, smooth, and she smelled like some floral perfume that was too sharp, too aggressive, just like her.

“Jeff, I know this sounds cruel but… you can’t be here.” She whispered, “Only family are going to be allowed in with her and even if you stay in the waiting room… people will ask questions. I don’t want you, or Rachel’s Mom, to get into any trouble.”

Her words hit me hard and I felt my frustrations rising. Molly’s deep brown eyes stared at me, her long lashes drawing attention to the sadness and compassion that she expressed silently to me, making it clear she understood our secret; I was Sophie’s baby’s father. I turned away. this wasn’t happening. Of course I wasn’t wanted here. They had been trying to prepare me for this day… keeping me at arms length… I was supposed to leave them be and let them at least appear to be a normal family. I was the abnormal one. I was the one who could bring it all crashing down. There was no way in hell I was still awake; this was surely a nightmare? But if I was dreaming that brought the threat of waking up and leaving all this, which is a reality I also definitely did not want to face. My lucky idyllic life was always, at the same time, my own personal hell. I felt myself begin to spiral downwards, the panic attacking my ability to breathe. Molly, still holding my hand, dragged me away… down the corridor and into a nurses station. I tried to compose myself, knowing that I was drawing attention to myself at the worst possible time, so I looked up and tried to smile. But it must have been horrible to see. Molly’s face scrunched up, the worry evident on her round but pretty face.

“Oh Jeff.” Molly hugged me into her embrace as the dam broke and I wept openly, suddenly choking back large gulps of air in my misery as I struggled to find rhythm in my breathing.

“I’m not wanted here… but I need to be here. I’ve made a total mess of my life. It’s all my fault. This is all on me. I should never have come.”

It was all I could get out. I heard, more than saw the door close behind us with a firm thud. The world was blurry as I tried to see past the tears, past my misery. Molly settled in by my side, and a tissue materialised in her hand as she began wiping at my face. Molly knew of the problems that I had created for myself even though I had never confided in her. Tears were still running down my face onto my lips and into my mouth, and cascading down over my chin. She could barely clear them. The tears, the sadness, the great bursts of sobbing tore me apart. I heard something else, a door? Then Molly mumbled something to someone and it closed again. She held me, gripped me tight and rocked me back and forth, whispering something, I’m not sure what the words were, but it was clear they were an attempt to sooth me, to assuage my pain, as though I was a toddler who’d scraped my knee and everything was going to be alright. But it wasn’t. It never would be again.

“Jeff,” she started after gathering her thoughts, and trying to both hold me close, and manipulate her phone so she could send a text message. “I get it. I do. This is an important moment in your life… you’re going to become a father for the first time… they aren’t trying to deny you that… they are just trying to protect you. You’re better off staying away.” 

I nodded, not able to speak any words, incapacitated by a panic attack. Molly hugged me tighter against her and I heard the door open once more, followed by a masculine voice. It sounded like Joseph, but I couldn’t be sure. He was concerned. But the door soon closed again and we were alone once more. I started to shiver. Sobbing, tears streaming down my cheeks and dripping rhythmically down onto the tiles. I completely collapsed onto the floor. I curled up into a ball, and thoughts flitted through my head faster than I could even comprehend.

You’re being stupid.

You’re such an idiot.

No one loves you.

You’re a waste of a human life.

Everyone would be better off without you…

And then my mind went blank, and the panic took over my entire body. In my chest, it felt as if someone were stabbing it with knives, each burning and digging into my flesh. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest so hard it felt like it was making my entire rib cage vibrate. I could also hear it- thump, thump thumpthumpthump- in my ears, so loud that it was almost all I could hear…. except for the ringing… like a siren, so high and loud that it hurt my eardrums. My muffled sobs and heavy breathing were the background noise to this terror, but almost like they were in the distance, in another world and not really happening. I was floating. This wasn’t real, but it was at the same time. It was like I was watching a video of what was happening and not actually experiencing it. My head hurt so much, it made my temples throb and my scalp explode with tiny pinpricks of pain.

Pain. Pain. So much pain.

And the breathing. I think the breathing was the worst part. It was like something was stuck in my throat and I physically couldn’t breathe. Have you ever been to a pool or gone swimming somewhere, where your head was submerged in the water for just a little too long? Just long enough that when you gasp to the surface, your throat slightly burns and you remind yourself not to stay under that long again? It felt exactly like that. Except there was no water, and there was no chance of getting back to the surface. And turn up the intensity a couple of notches. It was so scary that I actually thought that I was going to die. That I wouldn’t be able to breathe again and this was how I was going to go out.

I looked down at my hands, and they were shaking so bad they moved inches back and forth. Actually, I realised my whole body was shaking. Every nerve in my entire body was exploding with fire, as if the very sun was flowing through my veins. And I was sweating as if I was sitting right in the middle of the fire. I could feel pins and needles in my fingers, toes, and ankles, and soon that turned to numbness. A numbness that engulfed my entire body. My vision blurred, and all I could see were coloured, amorphous shapes. And as I got dizzier and dizzier, my vision started to tilt and wobble. I only realised I was on the floor when I ‘woke up’ from the panic attack some while later and found myself sprawled there.

Maybe I passed out. I can’t remember. But it was over, and I felt as if I had ran three marathons and then some. I breathed again. The pain lingered only slightly, except in my head, where I could feel something along the lines of a migraine coming on. Alongside me, on the floor now, was Molly. Rocking me gently in her arms.

“That’s it, Jeff. Just breathe. Deep breaths. Oh,” she murmured, “that’s not good. You feel too hot.” Her hand slid down my jawline, down my sides, slowly, almost accidentally, tracing over my nipples through my t-shirt, before finally settling on my belt. 

“I’m going to have to listen to your heart.”

She brought the stethoscope out, sliding the cold metal up my chest, gently grazing past my nipples again, and finally letting it rest vaguely over my heart. She made a small face again, then licked her lips.

“Your heart is beating really fast. We need to do something about that.”

Her nails slid down my sides, electric sparks shooting out of them and up along my spine, before once again holding me to her chest.

“Just breathe, Jeff. In through your nose. Out from your mouth. I’ve got you. You’re safe. There. That’s better. Let’s sit you up,” she said, holding her arms out. I used her for a support to pull against, pulling my way up her arms until I had my arms around her shoulders. I held her close to me, her soft tits pressing against my chest as she reached around to hold me upright should I collapse again. I felt like she was pressing her chest into me tighter than she really needed to, and I started to enjoy it.

“There.” She said, leaning forward with me while she leaned me back onto the raised bed behind us. Her face was inches from mine and I could smell the slight mint scent on her breath as she looked into my eyes. It only lasted a few seconds, but in many ways it felt like an hour, and by the time she pulled away, I could almost feel the heat from her body increase.

“Thanks Molly, I’m my own worst enemy. I’ve made everything so complicated. I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” I said quietly, my brain feeling like it was about to implode. “You know, you really are a compassionate and beautiful woman…”

“Thank you. You’re not all that hard on the eyes either.”

My thoughts were all jumbled up. No one had ever called me ‘not hard on the eyes’. I was kind of surprised that I had even made such a blatant pass at a woman that was currently in a relationship with my secret girlfriend. I finally got out as she released me and stood back up, straightening her scrubs, her nipples now poking obvious tents in the pinkish material.

“I need you to lie down on this bed and… just stay out of it all. I know it’s harsh. I know you should be there when your baby is born but… Let your Mom do her work and make sure her best friend safely gives birth to her grandson. Give Joseph and his children that moment… let them believe he is the father… make this sacrifice for them, on top of all the other things you’ve had to endure for them and their love. I promise you, Jeff, it will all be worth it. You amaze me. You always amazed me. I don’t know how you did it without going insane. I guess they don’t realise… that it does take its toll. I see how hard this is on you.”

“I should be there. I’m supposed to be there…” I tried to move towards the door but Molly held onto me and spun me back towards the bed.

“Your Mom knew this would happen…” Molly said, as she went over to the adjacent computer station and logged on.

I looked around the room, my mind still playing tricks on me. I was in my mother’s office, a small room somewhere off the maternity ward, I hadn’t been in here before; it was normally off limits. The room was lined with locked filing cabinets, locked medicine cabinets, locked medical fridges and a desk with a large computer screen. Against the opposite wall, where I sat, was an examination bed. As the computer screen came to life I saw Molly begin to go through a number of settings. I had no idea what she was doing… my throbbing head couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. It didn’t want to. I saw a view of the hospital lobby appear on the screen.

“She made preparations…” Molly continued, flicking through different cameras. “I was tasked with intercepting you… and getting you in here… out of sight.”

I was hallucinating. I could swear I saw my first girlfriend, Mel, sitting in reception, holding her tummy… pregnant. I jumped back against the wall when I saw Jerome, in a doctor’s uniform, tending to a patient… No. No. It wasn’t him. Then the camera flicked to the maternity ward… I saw Jodie… the girl who humiliated me at school… laughing… laughing uncontrollably… into the camera… at me… then I saw Ellen. As clear as day. Walking down the corridor just outside towards her loving father who wrapped her in his loving arms. Then the screen focused on one room. There was a pregnant blonde woman. Lying on a bed. Two redheads sat at the side of the room. Concerned looks on their faces. There was my Mom. Tending to the pregnant woman. Sophie.

“This is your Mom’s office. She will get into lots of trouble for doing this if anyone finds out but… she knew you would want to see. She knew you needed to be there…” Molly turned towards me and found me sitting on the trolley staring at the screen. “This is the best she could do without putting you and everyone else she cares about at risk. She did this for you.”

“I’m going to see… the birth of my son…?”

“You are.” Molly walked back over and hugged me tight, “I’m so sorry, Jeff but this is the best we can do. Please don’t ruin it for them. I can’t stand seeing you hurting. But I can’t let you leave. Please stay here?”

I just sat there with her arms around me, I didn’t… I actually couldn’t return the hug. I was incapacitated and I was beginning to understand that I was nowhere near being in control of my emotions. I had internalized all of this for so long I was like a volcano ready to erupt. When she finally released me I just sat there, passive, on the bed, watching the screen. She knelt and laid her head against my chest, the soft curve of her neck seemingly offered in sacrifice. She was putting her career on the line… for me. As was my Mom. They were trying to fix the mess I had made. Trying to put it right. For me. 

“I can’t begin to tell you how much you amaze me. You probably don’t believe me, but I really do love you.” Molly paused long enough for me to know she was changing the subject. I had an idea what was coming and I can’t begin to describe the overwhelming feeling of sadness that began to grow inside me. I almost wanted to tell Molly not to say anything. But I didn’t, so she continued. “You unknowingly always make yourself so irresistible. I’m a little older than the twins… so maybe my perspective allows me to see you as you really are. I see the boy who struggles but I also see the man you will become. I see your sacrifices for those you love… and I wish I had a man who would make those sacrifices for me. So yes, I do have feelings for you, Jeff. Real feelings that I also cannot act upon. But being with you… spending time with you… it makes me feel happy, an emotion I rarely experience. When I’m with you or I think of you I smile. Not a fake smile either, a proper smile. Another thing I rarely do. I’m struggling to find words for my feelings for you. You have to be the most amazing, beautiful, kind and sweet man I’ve ever met and I would do anything for you. You make me feel alive. When I’m with you I actually want to live. I feel when I’m with you. I feel something besides the numbingly chilling pain of existing. I see the beautiful soul you hide from the world and I melt. My day gets a thousand times better. You are one of the few things in this world that makes me feel my life is worth living. You aren’t even mine and you make me feel so many emotions. So thank you, Jeff. Thank you so much for even just talking to me. It means more than you know.”

My black mood evaporated as quickly as it had formed and left me in a state of befuddled exhausted depression. “Did you suck me off in the shower stall?”

My mind reeled. Had I just said that? Molly looked up to me, a broad smile on her face.

“I did.”

Her deep brown eyes fixed on mine. The dimples on her cheeks when she smiled were adorable, but she had a sultry gaze she could bring out to remind you that she was all woman. She was by no means model or movie star gorgeous. I suspect that at first glance most men wouldn’t have labeled her the prettiest woman in the room. But to me she was perfect, from the very first time I saw her. It was her general attitude that sealed the deal for me. Everyone liked Molly. My parents. Joseph and Sophie. Jessica… and of course, Rachel. Everyone she ever met. She was comfortable and at ease in any situation, with any group of people and always maintained a positive attitude. She was lively and outgoing and just so much fun to be around. I guess I was that exact same way, when I was with her. On my own I was more guarded and pragmatic. I would say that I would best be described as an introvert, but I was by no measure anti-social. I had maintained a small group of friends throughout my life. But Molly… she felt like she would be the first person I ever told every secret. I would hide nothing from her. I never even considered that she was capable of doing… any of this… for me.

“I knew that if you realised it was me… you wouldn’t let me do it. It was… Jessica’s idea.”

“Of course it was.”

I don’t know who reached out first, or for how long we had been softly caressing each other’s skin before I turned my head and brushed my lips against hers. I felt her hesitate and ran my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her towards me as I kissed her harder. Her lips melted against mine with exquisite softness, parting as I slipped my tongue between them to explore her mouth. Encouraged when her tongue met mine I wriggled closer, my firm chest pressing against the soft fullness of hers. I slid my hand up and cupped one through her tight uniform and moaned into her mouth. The unexpected weight and softness, the hardness of her nipple pressed into my palm had the ache running through me and settling between my thighs. I pulled my lips from her mouth and kissed softly down her neck.

“I need to get back to work,” Molly breathed as she released me and I fell backwards onto the bed. Molly smiled adoringly and pulled the covers up over lap. I felt her reach under the blanket with one hand and gently stroke my hard dick, sighing breathlessly before she removed her hand and pulled herself upright and placed her feet on the floor. “I’ll lock the door behind me so you won’t be disturbed but you can unlock it from the inside. But please Jeff, stay in here?” 

I nodded my head, smiling back at her. “Thank you Molly, for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Leave us to do our job and you make yourself comfortable. You’re not in this alone. You never were. Remember that.” She said cheerfully before she disappeared out the door.

I looked at the camera view and saw Joseph reappear by his wife’s bedside. A minute later Molly appeared but I couldn’t hear what she was saying to the twins. I could guess though; The sisters looked relieved. Joseph whispered something into Sophie’s ear, she looked towards the door… then she looked directly into the camera… then back to her husband. Sophie was smiling. A joy I hadn’t seen in a long time was expressed through her beautiful face. Her grin quickly faded, replaced instead by a grimace and a gasp of pain as another contraction rolled through her; I looked at my watch and noted the time. I heard my Mom remark that it had been five minutes since the last one, and also of longer duration. Sophie’s hand grabbed her husband’s convulsively as the full strength of the contraction made itself felt. It swept through her for something over thirty seconds, then died away and her breathing eased.

“Joseph,” she tugged him closer, “Remember when I used to make fun of all those women in the movies, screaming like banshees when they were having babies? Well I’m sorry, I take it all back! Christ, those contractions hurt, it’s like a cramp but it just builds up and I can’t stop it! Is it too late to ask for an epidural?” She asked my Mom.

“Not until your contractions are regular and you’re dilated five centimetres, if they give it to you too soon it may slow your contractions, so sorry, Sophie, you might have to wait an hour or so, maybe more.”

She looked aghast.

“More of this pain, for another hour before they can tell whether I can have pain relief? How long is this labour likely to last?”

“Ummm it could be eight to sixteen hours, sorry!”

Sophie looked rebellious.

“What! Sixteen hours? I don’t bloody think so, get me a doctor, now, and get this baby out of me!”

My Mom looked up at that and grinned at her, patting her gently on her knee as she adjusted her hospital gown.

“Calm down, Sophie, it’s standard, right now you’re only in the first stage of labour, so we can’t give you an epidural even if we wanted to. You know. If it’s any consolation, I remember it being exactly the same with the twins… and both of them were inside you!”

Sophie looked sideways at her.

“And they are still cute little things… but this baby is a big… boy!” Sophie winced and my mother smiled.

Sophie never got her epidural; there was no anaesthetist available so she had to grit her teeth. Her labour lasted an excruciating eight hours. My Mom left her alone for some of the time so she could talk to her family, each one sat closer and held her hand during the most painful and prolonged of the contractions, and waited for full dilation. Molly did hang around for a while, but she later came and told me they wouldn’t let her in the Mother-Baby unit, until she was fully qualified. She promised me she would let me know immediately if there were any concerns or changes. She brought me cups of coffee and a box of cookies to munch through. It was stressful to watch Sophie in such pain… I had put her through this. It was my fault she was suffering and found it increasingly frustrating as I was left to dwell on those thoughts throughout it all. It was torture for me but it must have been worse for Sophie. Her family looked tense as they supported her. I wish I could have been there with them.

At last the midwife decided Sophie’s uterus was fully dilated, and she began to push in time with the contractions as they came almost constantly now; apparently my baby really wanted to be born. An especially powerful contraction arrived and Sophie groaned in pain, squeezing her husband’s hand. He winced from having his hand crushed by his wife while still being aware that it was only a fraction of the pain she was enduring. Sophie already knew she was ready to push; she had been through this three times in her life, the last being slightly over eighteen years ago. The stretching of her birth canal and the overpowering instinct to bear down were all the proof the onlookers needed. I was partially in traumatic shock mixed with an equal dose of wonder. What was happening was as deeply disturbing as it was beautiful. When the next wave of muscular movement arrived, she took a deep breath and pushed hard.

Sophie’s screams filled the room, I could even hear them in the office, and her legs shook with every contraction. I loved this woman and now she was in agony. Suffering unimaginable pain… because of me. I began to feel another wave of panic approaching as our baby strained her vaginal walls, each push helping to squeeze the baby a tiny bit closer to her entrance and a tiny bit closer to being born. An hour passed as Sophie grunted and groaned and screamed, struggling to work in sync with the rolling wave of pain and muscular movement roiling deep in her belly. I watched each contraction wrack through her body, she looked like she wanted to throw up but her pain oriented downwards through her gut and between her legs.

Every so often, my Mom offered Sophie a sip of fruit juice to keep her energy levels high, and she drank greedily through the straw. The moments of respite between contractions were getting briefer, each wave of gut pain squeezing our baby closer to her increasingly stretched opening. Beads of sweat collect on Sophie’s brow like a glistening crown, some of them rolling down her face and neck like raindrops on a window. Her rolled-up T-shirt was drenched in perspiration, and her skin was almost pallid from the adrenaline coursing through her body.

Throughout it all Joseph held his wife’s hand and tried his best to comfort her. He sat in a little chair off to the side, close enough to provide his wife with emotional support while still being out of the way of the medical staff monitoring the delivery. The closer Sophie got to giving birth, the more nervous her husband looked. The anticipation was palpable on his face, and was evident in his body language as he held Sophie’s hand, almost as if he was seeking comfort from her rather than the other way around. I was watching intently when Molly appeared to usher then twins from the room. I sat up and switched the camera view to the corridor and saw them being spoken to before waiting nervously at the door. I switched back to Sophie’s room. There are few things that are literally once in a lifetime. Seeing my child be born was one of them. I watched but obviously couldn’t see some of the details but my mother’s running commentary filled in any blanks;

“Okay everyone, Sophie is crowning.” My Mom announced.

My baby’s head was stretching Sophie’s labia to an intense degree. Some strands of dark hair were visible on the top of the baby’s head as it squeezed between his mother’s pale pussy lips. I was horrified. I was awestruck. Sophie was going through some of the most significant trauma a woman may ever experience. It also gave me a lot more appreciation and respect for the ‘six week minimum’ on no intercourse afterwards. If my body had been through that, there’s no way in hell I’d want someone touching me for months. There are some things words just cannot describe and watching my child’s smushed face emerge from what was likely one of my most favourite places in the world was one of them. If she could only push through the pain just a little bit longer, her ordeal would soon be over.

Joseph kissed the back of his wife’s hand, unable to voice the words of encouragement Sophie needed to hear, and instead expressed it through his actions. Sophie was heading for her penultimate contraction, and she took the deepest breath I had ever seen her take in her life… and she pushed. The banshee howl of maternal power raised the roof. With one forceful push, the living thing I had created with her that was lodged in her birth canal finally squeezed through. The baby’s head poked out between Sophie’s spread legs, her rosy-pink labia fitting snugly around its neck. The medical staff were all wearing medical masks, so I couldn’t see the looks on their faces as she waited for a few brief moments for that final contraction. When it finally boiled up in her belly, she took another deep breath and pushed hard.

My mother was ready as Sophie’s illegitimate baby slid out between the pale-pink pussy lips of its forty-year-old mother while her equally dumbfounded husband sat impotently watching. I watched them as she caught the baby, that little body slid out, a shock of dark hair was my first impression of my son. My Mom clamped and cut, and Molly, as her assistant, took the baby to clean him, wrap him, and weigh him, before placing him on Sophie’s chest. I looked at its tiny feet, its tiny hands. Its nose, mouth, ears… It dawned on me that I created that. My Mom had delivered her own grandson… my son… Her training was a matter of instinct, and no comment was made about the baby’s paternity, or the implications thereof, as she, with the help of her staff, carried out the post-partum procedures.

A feeling of warmth washed over me as I stared at my child. Something changed instantly inside me; I immediately felt protective, more so than I had ever felt in my life. It had only been three minutes and I loved something I was seeing on the monitor more than anything I had ever known. I wanted to go there, see him, and protect him, keeping him happy and healthy… and I realised that all the bullshit I had to deal with in my life had led me up to this point had all been worth it. That little bundle in Sophie’s arms was the best thing I had ever done, and I couldn’t imagine loving anything more.

At least that was how I felt as I sat, mesmerised, locked in my Mom’s office… so close… but so far away.

“He’s amazing…” Joseph said in awe, “You’re amazing!”

“My… brother… Oh Mom!” Cried Jessica.

“He’s… perfect…” gasped Rachel, “I’m so proud of you… both…”

“Are you okay, Joseph?” Sophie asked, panting. A look of concern on her face.

Joseph looked absolutely smitten and totally ruined, tears freely falling from his face. “I’ll never, ever be the same in the absolute best way possible, my love. It’s terrifying and wonderful being a father again… I can’t wait. Thank you, oh thank you so much…”

“Remember that,” Sophie giggled, “All the pain and late nights building toys, changing diapers and giving bottles is all going to be worth it the first time he stumbles up to you and says, I love you, Daddy.” 

I suddenly flipped, my emotions switching from dumfounded bewilderment to total agony and grief. I had gained and then lost a son in the space of a second. Of course Joseph was going to be his father, that was how it was always going to be, but the unexpected reality of having a baby that I could never acknowledge totally destroyed me. I was fucking terrified. I saw my son’s face as he cried and took his first breath. That’s when it settled in that I was never going to be his father. 

Sophie, revealing her breasts, had no shame as she accepted her newborn baby from my Mom, and laid him carefully against her bare chest. The little one was crying, and Sophie stroked and kissed him lovingly, overjoyed to finally meet the son she had craved for twenty years while her husband stood by her side with wet cheeks. Watching his wife give birth was a profoundly emotional, intense, and transformative experience, blending feelings of deep awe and pride with extreme helplessness, anxiety, and vulnerability. It was a life-altering event that fostered within me intense love for my married illicit lover and her newborn while creating a new, profound respect for the woman’s strength and endurance. Sophie’s family lovingly rallied around her…

But I was alone. The searing confliction of responsibility and rejection broke me.

My new found purpose… cruelly taken away from me… and nobody knew. I felt myself begin to tremble. It felt like my brain and body were in a tug-of-war. It started with my brain ceasing to work simultaneously with my chest tightening, and a current passed through my body, freezing my arms and legs. I couldn’t move anymore. Meanwhile, I feel a knot moving up my chest to my throat, making me choke and hyperventilate. My limbs were numb, and I couldn’t move. I felt immense pressure in my stomach, hot and cold at the same time. I must have looked like a character from a horror film who got possessed by an invisible entity. I was frozen, hyperventilating, struggling to breathe, and sweating profusely. I was dying… Or was I already dead? By that point, my brain was tricking me, and I desperately tried to convince myself that I wasn’t dying. I couldn’t be. I felt… pain. Everything burned. I was staring at the celing… I had collapsed back onto the bed. It had caught my fall but I couldn’t feel anything… except the white hot pain. Then everything went black.

Slowly, I surfaced from the void to this present world, feeling someone’s presence, soft breasts pushed up against my back, the rest of her body moulded against me.

“I’ve got you, Jeff…” it was Molly, “Take your time. Come back slowly. I’ve got you…” I felt Molly’s warm hand stroke slowly up the side of my thigh, a caress as much as anything provocative. She kissed my neck tenderly, but in just the right spot to make my breath hitch. I began to see if my limbs work and twitched in her embrace, “No, Jeff… not yet… just breathe.” She pressed herself harder against me, and I could now feel her nipples adding contrast to the deliciousness of her firm, yet soft, breasts. Her centre nuzzled my rear. Her hand continued its assent, over my hip and smoothing out onto my stomach, whilst she continued to nuzzle my neck.

“Mmmuuh… Molly?” I moaned, wriggling a little to press my arse more into her hotness, feeling my groggy slumber lifting. She smiled against my neck, and I could feel her breathing increase. She gave a short sharp thrust of her hips, along with a long, low, quiet growl that made me stop. Her hand slid firmly up my torso, unhesitatingly taking my chest into her grip, beginning a firm massage.

“What… What happened?” I whispered, letting my breath out in a long hiss, unaware I had been holding it whilst waiting to see what she’d do with her hand. I wanted to see her now, so rolled onto my back, turning sleepy eyes to meet her lustful, bright ones. The intensity of her look and continued manipulation of my muscles forced any residual sluggishness out my system. A slow smile formed on my face as I took in her gorgeous features… not understanding anything. Not wanting to think. Noticing my increased alertness, she gave me a wicked grin and pressed her lips firmly against my own, making me gasp. Then it was her turn to moan as I opened my mouth, allowing her entry. She maneuvered herself eagerly over me, hands either side of my shoulders, lifting her torso onto mine, spreading my legs and settling in so perfectly on top of me. I could only groan, my mouth being stoppered by her talented lips and tongue. My hands moved to her back, scraping down the soft curves until I found her wondrous arse, fitting so nicely into my hands. I groaned again, pressing the heat of her crotch into my own, making her growl.

She pulled up from the kiss, straightening her arms and arching her back, gazing down at my face, then at my body. “You’re recovering from another panic attack… I came in to see you lose consciousness. I understand… birth is inspiring isn’t it. You’re a father to a handsome and healthy baby boy. Congratulations…” She whispered, cuddling in close.

After what seemed like a long struggle, I finally came out of it. But my body was so badly rampaged by the adrenaline rush that I felt light headed and I wanted to throw up. I felt so incredibly exhausted that all I wanted to do was sleep… in Molly’s comforting embrace. I don’t think I ever fully recovered from that out-of-body experience. That’s what it started looking like to me now, looking back on it. I felt like I was watching myself suffer, and I had no control over this person. I didn’t know this person anymore. Later, I found out that this dangerous feeling had a name: depersonalization.

“I need to….go…” I hissed, grinding my hips, wriggling beneath her trying to coordinate my limbs.

But she had other ideas. She pulled her groin away from me and lowered her chest down again, whispering into my ear, “You’re not going anywhere.”

‘I need to take my son and run away,’ was all I could think, my core twitching, resisting the urge to thrust upwards, trying to get my breathing under control. She gave a comforting sigh, before nuzzling back into my neck, knowing I was completely helpless. “Your Mom will be here soon… she’s going to bring Sophie’s baby with her. Just rest. We don’t want her to know… you’re suffering,” she whispered, “You’re my responsibility, my patient. I’m here to help you. We need to get you… ready… to meet your son.”

“I don’t feel… right… I can’t… I better not. Joseph is his father,” I said coldly, “I need to accept that now.”

“Sophie and Joseph will make you part of his life! You know this! Stop panicking… they are just trying to protect you. Trust me…” she said softly. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded.

“Then let me help…” 

Molly kissed me. Then she kissed me again. Her kisses began to work their way along my collar-bone, and down my chest, working towards a shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, lovingly, caressing my chest as her fingers explored. I whimpered, feeling the sensations shoot right down to my groin, making me wriggle trying to find some sort of relief. I felt her grin against my neck, and I knew she was just trying to take my mind off… everything. And it was working. She had sucked me off in the shower and Jessica knew. Jessica trusted her. I should trust her. The thought made me groan in frustration, and pleasure. Molly knew just how to play me. 

My breathing by now was ragged. I ran my hands along her back, looking for any reason to take my mind from the anticipation of where her next kiss might land. As I smoothed up her sides, and felt the gentle curve of her breasts, it was my turn to grin when her breath hitched. I left my fingertips lingering, enjoying the sensation. But she merely got her breathing under control, and brushed her lower abdomen against my growing bulge.

“Mngh!” An unintelligible sound forced out my constricted throat, as my body thrust forward yet again, my groin towards her own, yet frustratingly finding only air. Just as my body was settling down again, it rose back up in surprise as she enveloped me.

“Oh, fuck Molly!” I moaned, my hands going to her head, pulling her into me, the pleasure rocketing down to my groin, and knew I was in big trouble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried, my body wriggling, wanting. I tried to calm myself. She came back up to my lips, leaning down and taking them in a tender caress.

“They are preparing the baby,” she whispered, “they will be bringing him soon. How do you feel now?” Her tenderness, and compassion had soothed me. As soon as I had my breathing back under control, she smiled at me.

“I think I’m ready.”

“You’re going to be a great daddy… you’re a good man, Jeff and a fantastic role model.”

“Thanks, Molly… for… everything. I know I’m not supposed to be here. I appreciate you covering for me. I know all I do is create problems.”

“Wrong!” She exclaimed playfully, sitting up and sliding from the bed fixing her uniform. “Most men would have given up on them all a long time ago. You haven’t because you keep on looking for solutions to seemingly impossible problems. You’re special. By the way… Jessica is never going to give you up. One of those twins is going to make you a father again… and if not… you know where to find me…”

The last glowing embers of my panic attack faded as she helped me upright, brushing me down and straightening me out. Seconds later the office door unlocked, the door handle turned and the door opened. In the doorway stood my Mom. Holding a blanket. Inside the blanket was a baby. Behind my Mom stood two identical twins. All three had smiles and happy tears streaming down their faces but when I stood up Rachel and Jessica took a deep breath… preparing themselves… scrutinising me as my Mom strode forward and handed me the softly wrapped package.

The moment was incredibly surreal. I know the delivery took a long time but for me? The adrenaline, the joy and excitement. It was all a blur. I wish I could have slowed down time and memorized every detail because it turned out to be the most important day of my life. My son coming into the world, his first cries, they changed me at a base level. I knew right then and there that my life had changed forever. Sophie had spent the last nine months acclimating to the child. She felt him move around, burp, turn and kick. The mother gets nine months of that slow introduction.

He wasn’t crying. His tiny hands reached out towards me. All those emotions his mother experienced over the past few months happened in seconds for me; I was his father. It was overwhelming, it was beautiful. It was unique and incomparable. It was an emotion that belonged to me and me alone that singularly and permanently altered the meaning of ‘love’.

“I see you… in him. He reminds me so much of you when you were a baby,” my Mom whispered, as if trying not to wake him.

“Rachel and I think he’s going to have your eyes…” Jessica cooed as they both gathered around him.

“Hello Jacob,” I murmured, and the twins smiled. 

Then they gasped… as Jacob opened his eyes for the first time.

“Oh my God!” Rachel said in reverence, “he does have your eyes!”

And indeed he did. My son looked up to me, as if he recognised me, then he burbled and fell asleep. Mom and I looked at each other then back at the little baby boy in my arms. I was shocked that he had a head full of brown hair, maybe a shade darker than mine, maybe a shade lighter than Joseph’s but his eyes… Sophie had blue eyes and so did I but if you looked closely enough… you could see the hint of my steely grey. I remember thinking that this sweet perfect fairy child in my arms couldn’t have possibly come from me. I remember feeling the shift in me in terms of who I put first in life. I had always tried to prioritise my family, then my new family next door, but the moment I held my son in my arms, the moment he entered this world and became flesh and blood for real, I knew immediately that I would die for him. That “shift” into putting this new little person before anything else, I really felt it. And I suddenly worried for his future in this fucked up world of ours, but becoming a father and bringing this little boy into the world never felt anything but right.

And then it was time to let him go. Mom handed my son to Rachel who, together with Jessica, looked at me with sadness returning to their eyes and, almost with embarrassment, stepped backwards back out of the room. Molly joined them and took Jacob back to the only parents he would ever know. My Mom looked at me with pride but also the same sadness.

“Your Dad has arrived, he is going to take you away from this place. Father and son are going to have some celebratory drinks together. Please… go with him? I will keep in touch. I don’t foresee any difficulties, Sophie and the baby are both fine. But I do worry about you… if you stay here. Because you can’t be here now, Jeffrey. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I know it’s for the best. I only want the best for him… for them….for all of them,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from breaking.

“I’m proud of you. I never say it enough but I’m proud of the man you’ve become. I’m proud of everything you do. I always will be.”

“Thanks Mom. Thanks for letting me be here. Thanks for delivering…” And that’s when I choked up and we hugged until my father took me away.

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Adulthood: The point where you reach maturity. Unfortunately, physical adulthood does not necessarily imply that psychological adulthood is present. I certainly didn’t feel ready for adulthood. Adulthood implies a maturity of sorts, whether it be physical or psychological. I felt lost and overburdened, a lesser man. Not an adult. In many cultures, adulthood is marked with a “coming of age” ritual. I was yet to fully understand my rite of passage into my manhood. There seemed to be an end to the trials I had to endure; I was a father, a married woman’s illicit lover, a boyfriend and a cheat, having bedded both my girlfriend’s sisters. Some would call me lucky but I had come to recognise it as my own personal hell.

The hospital kept Sophie and her baby in for another three days, with Joseph, my Mom and Dad, and the twins in virtually constant attendance the whole time she was in. When my Mom allowed her to take Jacob home, Joseph had asked for, and been granted, three weeks leave of absence to look after everyone while Sophie got back on her feet. To be honest she had proved to be surprisingly resilient despite being a mother her forties. My baby was a demanding feeder, and Sophie was only getting sporadic bouts of rest, so I felt it was only fair that I take care of everything else around their house when I could. This meant the new parents could rest and have time to be with each other while they waited for the little one to settle into a pattern. 

More unsettling was that neither of the twins had any time for me. The new term at university meant their studies were placing huge demands on them as they tried to balance it all with supporting their Mom and new brother. We would have lunch together occasionally, or our paths would cross as I left their house when Sophie’s family came home. It was as if they were embarrassed to be around me… and I understood why; the realisation that they were dating their little brother’s father was hard to ignore.

Sophie looked amazing; she’d not really put on any baby-weight around her middle, other than a tiny little curve of ‘mummy-tummy’, so her waistline was hardly affected, and her breasts, swollen with sweet milk, made her look lush and voluptuous; with her long slim legs, taut behind, and over-emphasised décolletage, she looked like a blonde yummy mummy, and when I spent time around her I had an unfeasibly stiff and swollen erection; alas, it was to no avail; eight weeks before we could ‘resume normal relations’, as the obstetrician so delicately put it; eight weeks, with her looking so deliciously desirable? I was nearly bent double while being ready to explode with pent-up desire for her after just three days. How the hell was I going to survive eight weeks?

Sophie was at first amused by my predicament, then sympathetic, but I knew better than to try and force the issue; her insides had taken quite a jumbling and she needed to recover, and the clinical, detached neighbour inside me agreed wholeheartedly with the timescale; trouble was, the horny teenager-with-needs in there right alongside him disagreed vehemently and spent the long and restless nights baying for her. Sophie was becoming increasingly disappointed with her daughters as they found excuses not to… engage with me. But I couldn’t blame them. Their work load would eventually reduce and they might get used to the new family dynamic… or they might not and that would be it. Either way, as always, I would not get to choose. Fate was pulling the strings.

Finally, one afternoon with the twins in University and Joseph back at work, Sophie took pity on me, realising I was keyed-up to an almost impossible pitch. The baby was sleeping soundly in his cot next to the bed, and Sophie was fast asleep beside him, obviously tired out. I had finished cleaning their bathrooms for them and decided I would comfort her by lying alongside her, waiting for her family to return home. I peeled off my top slowly and lay on top of the blanket beside her. As I gently took up position, so as not to rock the bed or wake up Jacob, but Sophie lovingly wrapped her arm around me, the scent of her hair suddenly filling my nostrils. These days she always smelled delicious; a delicate milky bouquet with overtones of baby oil, baby shampoo, and talcum powder always accompanying her, a sweet and tempting combination, and, as usual, I was in a state of frustrated arousal; my head was filled with memories and fantasies of the wild and enormously satisfying sex we had indulged in during early days of her pregnancy, and Rosy Palm and her five daughters just weren’t cutting it; I was becoming convinced I was actually going out of my mind with sexual frustration. It was while I was having thoughts like this that Sophie shifted, her arm sliding off me and her hand coming to rest flat on my stomach, the edge of her palm just brushing my ever-present erection.

I paid it no mind, and then I felt her hand moving, slowly stealing southward, until she was gently but firmly holding me through my pants. Using just one hand she carefully unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper of my jeans. She opened my fly and tentatively pulled down my bulging briefs, and my cock popped out, pointing straight up in full view of the crib. She said nothing as she began to slowly fist my erection. I closed my eyes in ecstasy; I’d done this to myself often enough in the last few weeks, but having her do it was a next-level experience. As she squeezed and pumped me she lightly kissed and nibbled my chest, eventually circling my nipple with her tongue before slowly sucking it and gently scraping it with her teeth. All through this she never said a word, her lips and tongue, and her pumping hand all the communication we needed. Then she began kissing down my torso, rubbing her tongue through the hairs on my chest and down my abdomen, poking her tongue into my navel and making me gasp with the sensation. Her lips continued to move further down my midsection, until at last I could feel her warm breath on the head of my cock as she continued to pump and squeeze me. I felt her raise her head and I did likewise, to look into her eyes as she smiled serenely at me.

“I love you, Jeff,” she whispered, and slowly slid her lips over the head of my stone-hard cock. I groaned softly at the sensation of wet heat as her soft, hot mouth engulfed me, the feel of her tongue as she licked around and under the head while she sucked me almost indescribable. As she sucked and licked me, she began gently squeezing my scrotum, massaging my balls while she slowly sucked my cock, engulfing the head in hot, slippery succulence.

I couldn’t possibly last long like this; the pressure had been almost unbearable before, now, the need to empty myself into her was steadily outvoting all my attempts to hold back, to savour the experience. Sophie seemed to know exactly what was going through my mind, as her squeezing of my balls became more urgent, her suckling of me more intense as she did her best to bring me off.

I came with a long, soft, growling moan, mindful of the sleeping infant a few feet away, but the orgasm was no less intense for that, all my nerve-endings seeming to sparkle in one huge rush of crackling energy as what felt like a gallon of sperm blasted out of me and into her hot, receptive mouth. Sophie sucked and swallowed as fast as I ejaculated, jet after jet of spunk barrelling out of me, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and swallowed avidly, her eyes locked on mine as she pleasured me so completely.

At last I slumped back, drained and truly satisfied, all the pressure and frustrations of the last few days wiped away by my beautiful neighbour and her talented mouth. Sophie gave one last lick as she polished the last traces of spunk from my cock-head and slid up next to me to plant a kiss directly on my lips as she leaned up and smiled down at me.

“Jeff, you are so silly, and so sweet!” she whispered. “All you had to do was ask, you know? I’ve been watching you suffer so nobly, when all you had to do was tell me. Thank you for thinking it would be wrong to ask me to help you out when I’d only just had a baby, but I would have, like a shot; I love you, you silly arse, and you needed me! From now on, until we can resume rumpy-pumpy properly, if you need some help, just say so; I’ll never turn you away, Jeff, no matter what.”

As she leaned down to kiss me again, I gathered her into me, one thought resonating inside me; how did I ever end up deserving a wonderful woman like this? We hugged like lovers and I fell asleep, proper sleep, for the first time in days, that unique painless agony finally relieved, with the feel of Sophie softly breathing against my neck as I held her close. Sometime during my slumber I felt her stir, and listened, half awake, to the unmistakeable, beautiful sounds of a tiny child feeding contentedly at his mother’s breast. I fell asleep again, a happy and fulfilled father, listening to the love of my life nourish our baby with her body.

I awoke to see Sophie once again nursing the baby, his tiny, perfect little lips working as he suckled, his eyes fixed on his mother. Jacob really did have blue eyes, like me, and they were fixed intently on his mother, two tiny sapphires in the bluish orbs of his eyes. I know his eyesight was disorganised and still incapable of resolving anything much at this early stage, but some instinct made him fix his stare on his mother as he nursed, somehow he knew she was his world, for now, and I enjoyed watching Sophie looking back into his eyes just as intently, boundless love and fierce protectiveness radiating off her. As I stirred she reached over to gently brush her fingers along my cheek without taking her eyes off the baby, including me in the moment as our baby fed.

I showered and dressed while Sophie finished nursing and put Jacob down to sleep, then signalled me to follow her into the other room. We stood in the doorway across the corridor opposite the bedroom, so Sophie could watch the baby’s cot while we talked in low voices.

“It’s happening again isn’t it?” Sophie asked.

“What is?” I whispered so as not to wake Jacob.

“My daughters are ignoring you,” she replied, “you have needs and they aren’t meeting them.”

“They aren’t ignoring me deliberately… not like last time. They are busy. Things are awkward. Everything is new and different and you’re wrong, I don’t have needs.” I murmured.

“Every man has needs, Jeff,” Sophie said sharply, “especially you! It’s a woman’s job to anticipate her man’s and Jessica has been neglecting you hasn’t she?”

“No, it’s not like that, Sophie,” I said standing up for my girlfriend, “you’ve taught them well. They will do anything for family and with a baby in the house they have had to adjust their priorities a little. For family.”

“And there you go again,” Sophie beamed as she softened, “always looking for and finding the positives. You make it impossible not to love you… just remember… you’re family too.”

“I appreciate you saying that Sophie, the truth is I do find it hard… trying to steal moments with them… with Jacob… with you.”

“It’s Molly’s birthday on Friday. She’ll be at work during the day but on Friday night she’s going to be staying over… with Rachel… I guess that means Jessica will be… available?”

“Oh… right,” I mumbled, feeling myself blush.

“Four more days,” Sophie sparkled with mirth, “until then, I better get some rest while Jacob is sleeping. Would you mind getting me a glass of water before you go?”

I kissed her, and happily fetched her some water. When I made my way to the bedroom, Jacob was already down, and Sophie was waiting for me, her eyes glowing in the dim light.

“Thank you for your patience with Jessica; she’s a good girl, and she knows she can rely on you. I’m proud of you, Jeff. I know we expect far too much of you and you’ve handled becoming a daddy with ease. I know what it’s like… I became a mother at eighteen.”

“You’re still as beautiful now as you were then,” I whispered and kissed her goodbye. 

As I reached over to hug Sophie she threw back the bed covers. She was naked. My cock immediately stirred with interest; it was still far too soon to start having sex, but there were other things, and from the look in her eye she’d worked out exactly what they were! Her body looked different and she was watching my eyes intently as I scanned down her body. Her breasts were still much bigger than they were pre-pregnancy. Thanks to hormonal changes her nipples had become darker. She also had a faint, dark line that ran down her abdomen, called the linea nigra, which drew my eyes to her vagina. Her stomach was far from toned or lithe but bearing all the signs of motherly potential that served only to redouble my arousal. My eyes lingered on her partway-trimmed pubic hair, a messy triangular patch of ginger atop her mons. The amount of hair definitely added to how sexy it looked. She lay her head back down and spread her hips wider, allowing me an unobstructed view of the thick, plump and already-engorged outer lips flanking her thin, pink inner lips, and the narrow opening to her deepest depths. Her virginal bud lay half-exposed from its delicate hood, waiting desperately for attention. Her slit was extremely long with new thick hanging lips and a huge clit sticking up proudly on top. Her clit looked like a small penis head sticking out and looked swollen and hard from the excitement. Her lips looked engorged as well and were deep pink in colour. As I stared I could see some pussy juice flowing from her pouting entrance.

Sophie was kind of shaking as we both looked down at her exposed body. “Be honest… my body has gone through some postpartum changes, I would understand if this… is not… what you find attractive. So, what do you think?” she nervously asked.

“You look amazing… you always did. I love your curves. There is nothing about you I do not love, Sophie… and that your body delivered that little human over there… It’s a wonder to me. You’re beautiful.”

The one thing that surprised me was that her hips looked wider. Along with your stomach and ribcage, her pelvis must also have widened to provide an easier exit down the birth canal during delivery. I was awestruck. It was Sophie’s turn to blush.

“I hate most things about my postpartum body. I hate my belly that feels like it will never go away. The way that, when I lie down, my whole body seems to spread like slowly melting chocolate; the one and a half chins and the general sag of it all. When I compare myself to you, a young fit man with six-pack abs I wonder what you could possibly see in me. Why would you want to be with a woman who looks like me when you could be with a woman like Jessica? A teenager who is strong and firm, who can run up mountains and jump and lift heavy things over her head?”

“Sophie, I love you… I love YOU! Everything that makes up you, including your family, your daughters but especially the woman who created them all. I would still choose you.”

She slid over to me and held me close, kissing my chest and neck. I stiffened slightly, and Sophie stopped what she was doing and reached up to stroke my face

“I know we won’t get to be parents in the traditional sense, but I choose you too. I love you too; life goes on, Jeff, and you’re still an amazing daddy. Your son will love you at least as much as you loved him. I will make sure of it. Please… don’t feel alone.”

She made sense, and it did feel right; we loved each other, and now, here in her house next-door, we needed to reaffirm that love to each other. Sensing the tenor of my thoughts, Sophie resumed kissing my lips and caressing my face. “I missed this,” she said. “I know you do too, though you won’t ever admit it.” She was right. To admit anything to her now just seemed too taboo. It would be admitting real adultery, real cheating, real love making. Real need. Not just the fucking we were used to. Things would be different between us now and I didn’t mind anymore. She knows what I want now and that has made her a very powerful woman. Maybe it’s good that I stay scared, because she was fearless in her desires.

“I’ve missed this too,” I replied. 

She gasped a little. That was unexpected. She had many kinks, I thought I knew most of them, but this is one I had never uncovered. She doesn’t just want the pleasures and the dominance. She wants my desire for her. She wanted me to want her as much as she wanted me. We paused, eyes meeting and she kissed my lips again, sucking on my tongue like she wanted to suck on my dick. Her hands reached for my pants and that’s when I knew I couldn’t leave. Our eyes met, a small lift at the corner of her mouth told me what she really needed and I smiled back at her.

“I need this…” she whispered as Jacob stirred in his sleep. Her hands traveled down my chest, pausing on my belt buckle. She leaned forward and pulled my bottom lip into hers, sucking hard enough to bruise. She released me and pulled me onto the bed next to her, supplicating herself to my pleasure. I look down at her, her beautiful blue eyes watching her fingers work. She unbuckled me and slowly slid the belt from the loops. I was unable to hold back my grin and I smiled down at her. Sophie dropped it to the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then pushing them open before reaching into my boxers and with a firm, confident grip, pulled out my cock and balls out through the undone fly. I liked it when she undressed me; it made me feel like a King. I felt like she was giving herself to me, and it scratched a part of me she alone made itchy.

My penis rapidly began to rise; Long, thick, uncircumcised, and proud before her. She started slowly this time. Wrapping both hands around the base, sliding up to the tip and then back down. She would normally already have me at the back of her throat, but this time things are different and I know what her patience will do to me. She smiled and then slowly pushed my foreskin away from the tip and ran her tongue slowly around the head. She was in no hurry. Methodically she licked me around and around, like a soft serve ice cream cone, tasting my precum on the tip every three laps. My hand was at the back of her head, fisting her hair. She maintained eye contact and stared up at me while moving both of her hands that still gripped my length. Up and down, very slowly, exposing the head and then hiding it. The sensations are exquisite and she knows what I need so enveloped the head and moved her tongue around and around again. My fingers tightened in her hair, and I pushed my hips forward, her hands keeping me at a distance. The married woman was fucking with me. She’d never done this to me before, making me wait… and I could see that she liked the power. 

She pulled her mouth away and looked up, opening my shirt and exposing my abdomen, until her lips once more enfolded my straining cock head in the feeling of moist heat. I slipped onto my back as Sophie sucked me as she simultaneously squeezed my shaft, both sensations making my thighs and stomach muscles jump and quiver with the strain of holding back from emptying myself into her mouth in a single hot torrent of spunk.

Sophie sucked, and licked, and squeezed, and I held back, by the skin of my teeth, savouring the experience, but when she massaged my scrotum with her free hand, lightly scratching the underside with one long, slow scraping fingernail, I came like a train, spurting jet after jet of semen into her hot and willing mouth as I smothered my shout of ecstatic fulfilment with a pillow so as not to wake up Jacob! As I quivered and twitched, Sophie slid up next to me and bit me lightly on the lips.

“You always taste so sweet,” she whispered. I grinned and pulled her to me, my hands going to her lovely peach bottom, a delectable globe in each hand as I pulled her on top of me.

“So do you… What do you want to do, Sophie?” I whispered, and for an answer she slid off me to lie face down on the bed, holding her buttocks spread open for me.

“Taste me, Jeff, I want you to eat me, it’s been so long and I need you so badly!” she whispered.

I moved down between her spread thighs and squeezed her plush, satiny bum-cheeks, lifting her by her hips as I slid down to push my face between those beautiful globes and lick her moist, tangy pussy hidden in the depths there. Sophie lifted her hips with a sigh and slid a pillow under her pelvis to keep her bum in the air, making it easier to reach my target with my tongue. As I licked and gently ran the flat of my tongue over her vulva, Sophie sighed and whispered each time I did something she especially liked, her thighs tensing and her feet drumming on the bed when I poked and probed her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh Jeff, yesss, do that… oh, do that again!” she hissed, and I obliged, flicking her hard little pearl with my tongue, drawing an “Ooohhh!” each time I did it. Finally, I slid my hand under her so I could rub her clitoris with the pad of my thumb while I licked and pushed my tongue into her pussy, licking and separating the labia as I gently slotted my tongue into her. Sophie was gasping and hissing as I stimulated her, and I could feel her climax drawing close as she trembled and quivered with each darting attack of my tongue-tip inside her. Her little anus was winking and contracting as her vulva reacted to what I was doing, calling to me and begging for some attention, and when I rubbed her clitoris while simultaneously shoving my tongue into her pucker as hard as I could, she shrieked into her pillow as she came in a thundering orgasm, her entire body shuddering and quivering as the waves of pleasure raged and surged inside her. Her anus contracted sharply, forcing my tongue out, so I pushed it into her vulva as hard as I could, drawing another groan from her as another surge of orgasmic pleasure crashed inside her.

“No Jeff, no more, no more, please Jeff, stop, I can’t… no more…!” she gabbled as her orgasm billowed and surged inside her, until finally she slumped down bonelessly, tears leaking from the corners of her tight-shut eyes.

I slid back up next to her and held her close while the aftershock tails of orgasm whipped and curled through her, her body quivering and twitching as the adrenaline overload gradually dissipated. Finally she drew a ragged breath as she turned to grin sleepily at me.

“Bloody hell, Jeff, if I could bottle however you do what you do to me I’d make a bloody fortune! Thank you, I needed that, now I can rest… please… don’t worry… everything will settle down soon. I love you.”

I squeezed her close to me as she reached out to adjust the baby’s blanket in his cot next to the bed, and she fell into an exhausted sleep almost immediately. I held her while I breathed the scent of her hair, remembering our days together, and the workings of fate that had put her here, with me, right now. I was a man, lying with the woman I loved, with our child sleeping blissfully beside us. I had achieved adulthood; Responsibility had given my life purpose.

I watched over Jacob until Joseph returned home. He thanked me, knowing precisely what had transpired in his marital bed and then took over caring for his son, allowing me to head home. I didn’t see either of the twins that evening but that was okay. Sophie was right. Everything would resolve itself soon and that night I slept better. Thinking of Sophie, I fell asleep and dreamed of the twins, heavily pregnant, and somehow all of us living together… happily ever after.

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I didn’t see the twins for the rest of the week but that was okay, my own studies were ramping up in pressure, and I knew, as Sophie had pointed out, we wouldn’t least be able to spend some time together celebrating Molly’s twenty-third birthday. It was a Friday afternoon in early October; Molly’s big day. I had finished my lectures for the day and with time to spare, I met up with Jess as we waited for Molly and Rachel to appear and the celebrations could begin.

We knew most of our friends from college would be hanging around the shops in town, but that didn’t appeal to either of us. We had considered grabbing a coffee but in the end we opted to just sit together and wait, awkwardly, both totally bored. The weather was fairly pleasant so we decided we would message Rachel and Molly and tell them we were going to take a walk down to the local park, hoping we could maybe kick a ball around or something. Jessica has always been active and could literally run rings around me with a ball at her feet. Seeing her in her element sent my hormones into overdrive. I had always thought she was beautiful, but other women were beautiful, it was more than that. She and Rachel were… perfection… in ways I could never have imagined. Going through puberty my ideal woman would have looked like their older sister or mother; big boobed and blonde with blue eyes. I met Jessica over ice-cream well over a year ago now and she only had to smile at me and my insides turned to jelly. She was, without question, the woman of my dreams and for the last year most of those dreams had been wet ones.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked Sophie and her lookalike daughter, but there is just something about the redheads that seems to affect ‘certain bits’ of me and Jessica was the one who affected those ‘bits’ more than any other woman. If truth were known I would never have dated Ellen if I had ever known Rachel or Jessica even existed. I’m quite sure Jessica knew the effect she had on me because sometimes she would tease me and whenever she did I always ended up trying to hide my erection and I was so tongue tied I was unable to put enough words together to make a sentence. She would have that knowing little smile on her face that told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I had tried to fight it and not to become a mindless jelly when she teased me but I was helpless. Jessica had been the biggest part of my fantasies ever since I first started having them. She must have had her faults, but to me she seemed perfect.

I was in love with her. And I knew that I would always love her. There was also a part of me that knew that I wasn’t good enough for her and that one day someone better would come and take her away. It was inevitable. I was too broken and she was too talented. One day she would realise she could do a hell of a lot better than me. One day she would leave me and I would cease to exist. Because I would be nothing without her. Seeing Molly and Rachel walking towards us was a welcome distraction to my self depreciating thoughts. 

“Hi! Is it time to party?” Jessica shouted over to them, kicking the ball over to her sister who skillfully intercepted it and volleyed it towards the top right hand corner of the goal.

“Well, I’ve already scored so maybe you’ll get lucky sis,” Rachel said as the girls greeted each other with hugs. 

“I’m not into team sports, I much prefer one-to-one action,” Molly laughed at her innuendo. Rachel blushed.

“If you play your cards right you might just get lucky tonight!” Jessica replied and we all laughed.

“I don’t know about you but I think I’m going to need a drink first. First round is on me!”

“Then how about we head to the beach club for your birthday celebrations. They have it all; music, food… drink,” Jessica offered.

“That does sound like a good idea” Rachel chipped in, “I haven’t been out dancing for ages”.

Jessica looked at me. “What do you say, Jeff?”

The idea of taking the girls out to such a popular place didn’t fill me with enthusiasm; I knew there would be a lot of men on the prowl and I didn’t relish being their wingman all night, holding potential suitors at bay but the way Jessica was looking at me with that amused little smile of hers was doing things to my insides. Then they were all looking at me, even Molly seemed to be willing me to say yes and it was her birthday after all. A thought struck me and my insides began to turn to jelly again, I might get the chance to be alone with Jessica.

I pushed the thought away, the only way I could keep some control was not to think about that possibility. “Why Not?” I said. “I’m game if everyone else is. Let’s go!”

It was Friday night and the club was busy but we managed to find a table. Molly ordered some cocktails for the girls but I decided that I should stay sober and make sure I could protect them from any unwanted advances. As the evening wore on Molly seemed to become worried about something and I could tell it was definitely bothering her. I, on the other hand, was almost bouncing inside but trying desperately hard not to show it. The thought of holding Jessica in my arms if only to dance with her was still doing very strange things to my insides, but I tried to play it down. 

Jessica and Rachel went to the bathroom to fix themselves up then grab us the next round of drinks leaving me with Molly; sitting in a quiet corner, watching everyone’s eyes following the redheads, much as they had done at Ellen and Jerome pool party. She looked at me and I looked back at her with a “deer in the headlights” look. She was perhaps no more than an inch shorter than me with a figure I would describe as more exotic than athletic. She had strong tapered legs, a narrow waist that broadened out to a lovely plum-shaped bottom and breasts that were somewhere between a “B” and a “C” in size, but an A+ in shape. She had long eyelashes, a pert little nose and full pouty lips. Hers was the kind of face that was so beautiful that it undid you. I took in the vision from her pretty feet, long, smooth olive coloured legs, the mid-thigh length soft cotton skirt, her tight sleeveless top with spaghetti straps, to her face. Without realizing it, I actually sighed sweetly at her beauty. This girl was absolutely perfect. Her long dark hair hung half way down her back. She smoothed down her skirt which had floated upwards as she sat and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her white panties before the soft cotton settled. I could not stifle a little groan of disappointment. Then she smiled.

My heart seemed to leave my chest cavity completely. I found herself staring into eyes with an indefinable colour. They seemed hazel, amber and brown at the same time and were huge, set wide within her cappuccino toned face, with a slight slant, giving her a smouldering feline look which made my heart flutter. I suddenly realised I was holding my breath and coupled with the fact that I hadn’t felt my heart beat in a good few seconds, I knew I might just make an epic fool of myself before I even opened my mouth. Then she spoke and what she said really surprised me. “Do you think Rachel would mind if I asked her to dance?”

Something in her voice made me realise that spending time ‘up close and personal’ with Rachel was all she wanted for her birthday, but she was wanting… waiting for… my permission. Molly wasn’t usually nervous around Rachel, but something felt different tonight. I knew she felt the same for Rachel that I felt for her… but she also knew that I was with Jess. I had chosen Jessica and I had given Rachel her freedom.

I managed to keep calm and replied “I don’t see why not. I know she likes you and if you want to be with her, why wouldn’t she dance with you? I assume I am going to be spending at least part of the evening dancing with Jessica. I know it sounds a bit odd, but just try to think of it as a ‘double date’.”

She seemed to brighten up a bit, then she put her hand on my arm and said “You won’t mind if I date Rachel, will you?” 

My insides lurched, she sounded really serious, but I kept my response light. “She’s free to date whoever she wants.” I looked at her and something told me this was way more than a joke, this really mattered to her.

“I know… but are you happy that I want to be more than just her friend?” Molly asked, “I know you. I know you’re true feelings for her. I know this is… complicated… for you.” For the first time in our friendship I couldn’t look her in the eye and I think I actually blushed.

“Look!” I said. “The twins and I have been friends for the last year. I can’t be with both of them… yes, I have feelings for her. She pretended she was Jessica for half the dates we went on so yes… I fell for them both. But I can’t be with both of them… not if I want… a serious relationship.”

“So you want to be in a serious relationship… and you’ve chosen Jessica?”

“I did. I have!”

“What about your relationship with their mother?”

“That’s different!” I gasped not wanting to go there and feeling stupid for even trying to convince her that my feelings for Sophie were any different to my feelings for Rachel.

For probably two or three minutes I sat there staring at the ground between my feet. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted… everything to be easier. But things would never be easy. Not for me. I’d never get that lucky. Molly put her hand on mine, sensing I was working up to something and needed time to work out what I wanted to say and how to say it. At last I took a deep breath.

“This isn’t easy for me,” I said very quietly. “I’m trying to do the right thing but nothing ever works out right.”

She smiled and said “You’re wrong, everything seems to have worked out pretty well! But I do understand why you don’t think so. You’ve made all the right decisions to make sure everyone is happy… and eventually because of everything you’ve done and everything you’ve sacrificed… I have a feeling that everything will sort itself out… in time.” I was about to say more, but she stopped me, gripping my hand. “Please hear me out because if I don’t ask you now I don’t think I will be able to say this,” she said. “Rachel and I are good friends. I want us to be more than good friends. I want to love her, date her, make her happy… but I also know that when it comes down to the final choice… you or me… she will always choose you. So my intentions are to never force her to make a choice. You granted her freedom to choose. I’m going to follow your example and make sure she knows I’ll never stand in her way and give her freedom to choose too. But for now, at this stage in our lives, I really want to be on that journey with her. She isn’t meant for me but, with your permission, I’d like to make her happy for now. Because, for me, that will have to be enough.”

“I want Rachel to be happy, Molly.”

“I know. I’m not a threat to you or your relationship with her. I love her. As you do. I love her whole family, as you do! I love your family too… including you.”

“Me?”

“Don’t act so surprised. What you’ve done and what you’ve endured for them all is incredible. You’re a good person, Jeff. I want to be a part of… whatever this is,” she said, “If nothing else I want to be your friend. You’ve always gone out of your way to help me. You’ve always made me feel wanted… and included… I want to be in your life just as much as I want Rachel to be in mine.” 

“We all need friends I suppose,” I said looking into her eyes, “I trust you, Molly. After the hospital we are, at least, even! You put your career on the line for me.”

“I was told… about the unusual situation you found yourself in. I want to be a midwife, putting families together. I wasn’t going to deny you the right of at least being there when your first child was born.”

“I appreciate that and I owe you, not the other way around.”

“Thank you, Jeff. I won’t forget this. I don’t know why I feel this way about her and I would never deliberately do or say anything to offend her, but I really do like her, I like her a lot. I think she is fantastic.”

“Can we take this one step at a time,” I said, trying to sound calm and thoughtful. “I have absolutely no problem with you dating Rachel.”

I had to start seeing things differently. I had to see her for what she was; a beautiful woman. I was young! I needed to be more like Molly, unafraid to take a chance and live for today rather than tomorrow. As I had those thoughts I found myself staring at Molly in a new light. Thankful for her own sacrifices. Beautiful in ways the twins weren’t. Deep down I had always known Molly was sexy but tonight she was breathtaking. I could even make out the bumps her nipples made, under her top. It was no wonder that Rachel fancied her. I suddenly realized I was staring and I quickly looked away. Luckily I don’t think she noticed, if she had, maybe she just thought I was looking at what she was wearing.

“Aren’t you drinking tonight, Jeff?” She asked as we stared across at the twins standing at the bar.

“No, I think I’ll stay sober. One of us needs to be alert. Three women… looking the way you look, out on a Friday night… look at all the men leering at them! I’m going to keep you safe… it’s your birthday and I’m on the soft drinks because I have just nominated myself as the designated driver.”

“No one has ever cared about me and my safety the way you do, Jeff. Jessica is a lucky girl to have someone so devoted to her.”

We had been chatting for a few minutes when I saw Jessica returning towards us. I turned to look as she entered the room. She was wearing a very pretty dress that came just below her knee, and a lovely cream jacket. Her hair and makeup, just like Rachel’s, was immaculate. 

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “If I had known they would look that good I would hire an army to protect us.”

“Easy there tiger” said Molly, giggling with a grin all over her face. 

It turned out that Rachel had ordered some food for us. The club’s restaurant had a very good reputation and we needed to celebrate Molly’s birthday and her hospitality up by the lake. We all sat in silence as we waited for our main courses to arrive; I think we all felt a bit awkward for a few minutes, but once we were seated at our table with a drink we relaxed and it just felt natural somehow, us all being out together. Because I was driving I was restricted to soft drinks, but the other three started the evening strong. During the meal, while I was on coke, the other three went through two bottles of wine and by the end of the evening, were well into the third bottle. Rachel had drunk at least four glasses of wine during the evening, as well as a Vodka and Orange when we arrived. This was very unusual because she wasn’t a big drinker. Molly’s presence seemed to have brought her out of her shell.

There was a decent sized dance floor and a very good four piece band who were playing decent dance music. I was suddenly very self-conscious as we took to the dance floor but after a couple of songs I began to get back into the swing of it. I wasn’t just shuffling around the floor, I was actually drawing some admiring glances. At first we swapped around a bit, but very soon it was obvious that Molly and Rachel had ‘paired off’ and had become a couple for the evening, not only on the dance floor but at the table too, even moving their chairs so they were sitting closer together and I was pretty sure they were holding hands under the table. That was fine by me because it meant I was now spending more time with Jessica as my ‘date’. We were also doing quite a bit of dancing and I was loving the feel of holding her body close to mine, although I did have to keep my mind on my dancing.

I did notice that a couple of times Molly and Rachel didn’t separate between dances, staying on the floor with their arms around each other. Once I even saw them kiss, but I said nothing, it had nothing to do with me. Rachel wasn’t exactly fighting her off and I wondered how Jessica would respond if I kissed her like that in public. I didn’t dare try to find out though.

It was late by the time we left the club and as Rachel and Jessica collected their coats, Molly brushed past me and I felt her slip something into my jacket pocket. When I went to get the car from the car park I looked at what it was. It was a folded piece of paper from the hotel notepad. Written on it was ‘Thank you’ and Molly’s mobile phone number. That went straight back in my pocket out of sight. Jessica suggested coffee at my house and as Rachel said; Molly was staying over next door with them anyway. Sophie would be in though, looking after Jacob but my house was free. Joseph was away on a business trip with my Mom until Tuesday, my Dad was going to be helping out next door so there was nobody at home waiting for us. It made perfect sense. Jessica got into the front seat with me, leaving Molly and my Rachel to get into the back. Molly slipped her arm around Rachel as they settled in and straight away Rachel rested her head on her shoulder.

We were about half way home when Jessica pointed to a sign pointing to a side road and told me to turn up there. Yet another surprise! I knew that road, it led through some woodland and ended up at a viewpoint known as ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ where there was a lovely view across the valley. ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ did have something of a reputation though, it was the place where couples went when they wanted some ‘personal time’ alone. The local joke was that probably one in ten of the local ‘first born’ babies had been conceived up there.

I glanced in the interior mirror to see if Rachel was going to object to us going there, but she wasn’t even looking. Her head was still on Molly’s shoulder and they now had their arms around each other. As I looked she leaned in and they kissed. She didn’t seem at all put out by this as her arm went around her neck and she was definitely kissing Molly back.

Jessica put her hand up and moved the mirror away. “It’s not considered polite to watch, Jeff,” she said, “I think it’s best if you keep your eyes on the road.” There was a big smile on her face.

There were a couple of cars already parked up, but Jessica guided me into an empty area a little away from the main car park between some trees. There was a bench for people to sit on as they admired the view. She leaned over to me and whispered, “Switch off and turn out the lights. Let’s give those two in the back a little privacy, we can sit on that bench and look at the view.”

As we walked over to the bench she took my hand. I glanced back at the car, but Jessica gave my hand a tug and said, “Whatever may; or may not be happening back there is happening between two adults, two people we care about, and is none of our business.”

We had been sitting on the bench, holding hands, for some minutes when Jessica said, “I know things have become difficult for us, and you are quite shy, but I am beginning to wonder if you didn’t really want to go out with me this evening.”

I looked at her, she was looking at me with that familiar teasing smile that always made my heart flutter. She also had an unfocused look in her eyes; she was drunk.

I took a deep breath. “You have me at a bit of a disadvantage Jessica” I said, deciding to take a chance that she had drunk enough to let me get away with saying something I wouldn’t normally dare say. “You, Molly and Rachel have been talking together all evening. You’ve been planning all week. It’s Molly’s birthday so I knew Rachel would want to have something special planned. I’m the one who feels like I’m tagging along. I think you’ve known for some time what their plans were and chose not to tell me. You’ve also all had plenty to drink,” I chuckled, “I, on the other hand, have been on soft drinks because I am driving and so I don’t have the advantage of my inhibitions being clouded by alcohol. You have teased me about being shy before. I’m not too bad with most people but, as I think you know all too well, with you for some reason I go all to pieces. I hope you don’t seriously doubt that I wanted to be with you tonight though. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being with you since Jacob was born. Nothing short of being unconscious in hospital would have stopped me being here… with you… even though I’ve been sidelined.”

I looked back towards the car; which was now gently bouncing on its springs.

Jessica’s hand turned my head back so that I was looking at her. “Jeff,” she said, “Ever since we broke free from Ellen and Jerome’s influences you have followed me around like a puppy, hardly ever taking your eyes off me. I only had to speak to you to make you blush. For at least the last few months Molly has been looking at Rachel in the same way. Rachel and I both know that she is at least as crazy about her, as you are about me.”

I started to turn my head away in embarrassment, but again she held me so that I remained looking at her.

“Rachel and I have been part of each other’s lives since we were conceived.” she continued, “We tell each other almost everything. When Molly began to look at Rachel in the same way you look at me, she told me straight away that she thought she was developing a bit of a ‘crush’ on her too.”

I glanced towards the car, which was still rocking, “That looks like it’s more than ‘a bit of a crush’ to me,” I said.

“You did something incredible for her back at the café,” she said, “You agreed that she should be free to choose. We both know… she loves you… and wants to choose you… but I am standing in the way of achieving her dream. You told her in no uncertain terms how much you loved her and you gave her an option that meant she gets to love you… and find her happiness elsewhere… when she needs it.”

“Well… Yes… but,” I began, unable to find the words.

“Whatever is happening in that car is happening between Molly and Rachel because of you. Because you have allowed it. You agreed to those changes because you know it makes Rachel happy… and Molly too. Don’t deny you have feelings for her as well, even if it is only friendship, I know you are dedicated to make her happy. They are both happy, Jeff. Because of you. And that makes me happy. We are very much alike now… you and I. A perfect match…”

“Wh-What? I-I don’t understand?” I stammered, “But I didn’t realise that Molly was going to… We’re the same? How?”

“Rachel is a grown woman Jeff. Molly isn’t doing anything Rachel doesn’t want her to do,” she began to whisper as if she were telling me a secret, “Whatever is; or is not; happening in that car is happening between two adults, in private and it has nothing at all to do with us, or with anyone else and you made it happen. I love sharing you with my sister, Jeff. I can’t describe how it makes me feel… knowing you are bestowing your pleasure on another woman… but your heart truly belongs to me. Perhaps… that’s how it is with you too? Just like how my Dad shares my Mom with you… you share Rachel… with Molly.”

“I just want her to be happy. Her being with me… when I am with you… makes her unhappy. It’s as simple as that.” I replied, knowing it wasn’t the same… it couldn’t be the same. 

“Is it?” Jessica asked. “I think… no, I know you are more intelligent than that, Jeff. There is far more going on here than you are allowing yourself to see. But I understand why you don’t want to acknowledge those feelings and I won’t force you to reveal them. I love you and that you have allowed this to happen, either way, and I’m sorry I haven’t… spent enough time with you since the birth of my little brother. Molly told me you were prepared to wait… I appreciate that. Things are hard in the house right now but they will settle down soon. In the meantime… Molly has told me she’s going to be there for you. Lean on her if you need her… I give you permission.”

What the hell did that mean? I could see that I wasn’t going to win this argument, it was time to concede gracefully. “Yes, Jessica,” I said, “but I am happy to wait. Molly is a good friend.”

“She could be a really good friend, Jeff?”

“You’re drunk.”

“Guilty as charged,” Jessica conceded, “and Molly is a very attractive woman. You like older women, Jeff.”

“She’s only four years older than me!”

Jessica just giggled and cuddled closer to me on the bench. “See? You’ve already thought about it.”

I didn’t reply, choosing to just nod, accepting that Jessica was systematically destroying my arguments. “I will always think you are the best. No one compares to you.”

“Not even my sister?” she said with a dopey grin on her face, “That’s precisely why I love to share you with her. Even after our first date I knew I had to share you. That’s why I insisted we started swapping places. I had no idea about the harm I was doing to you by doing that… and I am deeply sorry for hurting you so badly. But… it’s part of who I am. I know I am lucky that you forgave me for messing with your head… and putting you back into danger with Jerome and my psychotic big sister.”

“We found a way…”

“No, Jeff. You found a way. You changed, and changed again as we forced you to conform with what we wanted you to be… to all of us. We stayed the same. You are so much better than all of us. We don’t deserve you. I love you, Jeff. I know you sometimes don’t feel like I do… when I prioritise so many things ahead of you… but I love you all the more for being able to adapt to my stupid and thoughtless ignorance. In a few month’s time… I promise you… I’ll be different.”

“The last year has been a roller-coaster ride. Honestly, I’m enjoying the change of pace,” I joked, “I can wait, Jessica.”

“And I am telling you… you don’t have to,” she said and then she leaned in and kissed me. For a moment I thought my heart was going to burst. The woman of my dreams was kissing me. Not a little peck on the cheek, or the quick kiss on the lips on my birthday, this was a full French Kiss, with tongues. When she broke away I just sat there for a moment, stunned, unable to speak, just looking at her. That knowing smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked.

“That’s a possibility” I replied, “I suppose that it rather depends on whether you see yourself as a member of the feline species.”

I knew this was the time I had to take the initiative, so I took her into my arms and this time I kissed her. This time there was no hesitation on my part and I admit, that kiss went on for quite some time. I felt her hand on my thigh and it gently slipped higher until she was stroking my cock through my trousers. I allowed my hand to move up to cup her breast and I could feel her nipple was stiff against my palm.

When we broke apart she just looked into my eyes and said “I’m no cat but I do have a little pussy, Jeff. Your pussy.” She looked towards the car which I noticed was no longer bouncing. “I think it’s safe for us to return to the car now. Remember Jeff, we saw nothing and we know nothing. Rachel is probably going to feel a bit embarrassed when you get into the car, so no suggestive remarks or comments. Nothing has happened, they have just been talking, like we have.”

I still had my arms around her and I decided I wasn’t ready yet to relinquish that control. “Let them wait” I said, “I have waited so long to do this and as I’m the driver tonight they can now wait until I’m ready to go.” I drew her close and I kissed her again. As we ended the kiss she looked at me very closely for a moment and said, “I suppose as we have waited for them to finish, it won’t hurt them to wait a little for us.”

She reached under her skirt, raised herself slightly off the seat and removed her panties. Handing them to me she said, “Put those in your pocket for me, Jeff.”

As I took them from her a really naughty thought occurred to me. Lifting them to my face I kissed the inside of the gusset where her pussy had been, touching my tongue to the material, smelling and tasting her juices, before carefully folding them and putting the garment into my inside pocket. Then I kissed her and pressed her back on the bench. As I did, my hand went to her leg and I pushed her skirt right up to her hips. She made no attempt to prevent my hand reaching between her legs, in fact she spread them apart to welcome me as I slipped two fingers into her exposed vagina. She was really wet and they easily slid right up inside her. She broke the kiss and whispered “They will be watching us… show them how much you love me?”

I dropped to my knees between her legs and she pulled up the hem of her skirt, uncovering her womanhood: she hadn’t trimmed in a little while, and was all natural fiery-red. I kept stroking her leg, now moving a bit higher with every stroke. Her shakes intensified.

We locked eyes. “Would you like me to stop?” I asked.

“No…” she muttered, barely audible.

I reached over and started caressing her belly, and at the same time began kissing her ankle and thigh. 

“Better?” I whispered as I kissed up her long, smooth leg. She nodded, breathless, and I could feel her relaxing, then something else, more cat-like.

I looked up at her down on her as she down up at me, and I slid up her petite body and we began kissing again. I tasted her lips, jaw, earlobe, skull base, neck, then down over her covered breasts knowing how sensitive they were. The little redhead began giggling when my fingers brushed her nipple. I caressed her little mounds of flesh, making my way from one tit to the other, then back again. Her hands ran through my hair as mine explored her red mane, shoulders and back. What a surprise it was to squeeze her round lush bottom and hear a long hiss of pleasure. I kept on messaging her ass, while sucking and licking her nipples all the while feeling her heartbeat racing, her breaths became shallower and faster, as she learned about the pleasures of the body. I decided to indulge her, and began to travel with my mouth south; kissing and licking, nibbling under her boobs, the ribs, down her abdomen to her bellybutton, which made her squirm with delight.

“How… how do you do… THAT?” she whimpered, “You feel like you are everywhere!”

I smiled. “Happy to be of service.” Then I turned a bit more serious. “Do you want me to go down on you… while they watch?”

She bit her lips, then nodded decidedly. I smiled again and then helped her lie back on the bench, legs over at the floor and me seated at her pelvis level. I lowered my head back to her bellybutton, now bright pink and pulsating. I licked it a little more, then turned my attention to the wild bush I was aiming to conquer. Using my hands, I parted the cover of her pleasure mound, to find the dome of happiness staring at me, all puffy and vibrating and shiny. If by now I was semi-aroused, this had made me full on rock hard. She just began to mutter something as a drew in her scent, puckered out my tongue and took the first lick. She jolted. I recanted, and she jumped again. Then I buried my face in her pussy, and began deep licking and sucking her clitoris.

“Oh, Jeff. I don’t deserve you,” she hummed in between jolts. I didn’t even bother to answer.

Licking feverishly, I began squashing her awesome behind, pulling her closer for a deeper feel. She grabbed on to my head for dear life, muttering and stuttering as she began to ride a huge wave of pleasure, such she had never known existed. I could feel the spasms in her thighs, locking my head from both sides as I tongue-fucked her, keeping her squirming and mumbling.

Then I felt it, the crescendo of her, building from the core, there was also a vocal go-along: “No, no, no, oh… please don’t stop! Please, please, PLEEEEEEEEAASE don’t…. Ahhh!… Wow! Don’t..! please, keep… Oh, baby… I can feel it! Oh, this is so…. good… goooooooooooddd….”

She clung on to me as the wave took her to infinity and beyond, and then crashed back to reality with a warm and rewarding flop all the way down to the floor, the cold gravel contradicting the warmth coming from her body. She was sweating, heaving, panting; drops of water pooling at her bellybutton, her large erect nipples tenting her bunched up skirt. I gave her a few moments to recollect herself, as I repositioned myself so she could rest her head on my thigh. She was glowing.

“You… you always know just what to do. Will it always like this?” she asked as the panting eased a bit.

“We’ll just have to wait and see,” I replied

Her eyes shot up to me with shock. “I don’t think we can do this again for a while. It’ll be Jacob’s first Christmas in six weeks. It’s going to get busy…”

“I told you I can wait,” I responded.

She smiled, and her smile deepened as my hands began caressing her tits again. “I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll think of something so you won’t need to.” She clambered to her feet, but had to sit back down on the bench; the alcohol and the hormones numbing her body. “I’m ready for you… if you want me?”

She was still breathing heavily when she lay back on the bench, but I gave her no time to recollect and grabbed both her legs and pulled her towards me: her wet, red, pulsating pussy was right in front of my face. So I wasted no time and began licking and sucking it vehemently. This time, knowing the endgame, she didn’t resist or pushed me away, but pulled me in, guided me towards where she liked being licked better, and in a few short strokes she was on her stairway to heaven. Her clit, now fully erect and engorged, felt like candy in my mouth, and I tried different strokes and licks, and upon hearing her response kept going or changed the tune. But her mother’s dominance emerged and she shuffled up into a sitting position, pulling me up with her. We quickly had our arms around each other and went back to making out passionately. I brought my hand up to cup her small breast through her tight top, finding her hard nipple pushing against the material. Her hand dropped to my lap and massaged the rigid bulge she found there. We stopped making out when she put both hands to work on unbuckling my belt and getting my pants open. She reached into my briefs to extract my throbbing tool so I pushed both my pants and briefs down to my knees. She pumped my engorged penis in her hand then lowered her head and wrapped her lips around my shaft, sliding them up and down a couple of times.

“I want to ride you,” she said when she released it from her mouth and raised her head, so I started to push up the hem of her skirt. I couldn’t resist her long, thin legs and lowered my head to kiss along her smooth inner thighs as her skirt moved higher and exposed more. She spread her legs as my lips got close to her panties, so I just pulled them to the side, exposing a trim, ginger bush before running my tongue along her slit. She moaned as I slurped up the juices she was producing, repeatedly lapping at her pussy before focusing on her clit. I slipped a couple of fingers into her as I licked and sucked her clit, causing her to moan even louder as she grabbed my head and started humping toward my face. Her pussy was incredibly wet and hot when I started eating her and actually somehow was becoming even more so the longer I devoured it. I knew that slipping my cock into her was going to feel amazing.

When she started tensing up a bit, I knew she was close to cumming. I didn’t try to get her there faster even though I was anxious to have her ride my cock; I just kept up what I was doing, trying to make sure she experienced as much pleasure as possible. She let out a cry as she started to cum and her body started shaking. Her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication as she rode out her orgasm which, as I’d hoped, appeared to be not only long but intensely pleasurable, as well. I continued eating her until she’d gone still and let out a sigh, then raised my head and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. She didn’t take any time to recover and, as I was straightening up while sucking my fingers, she was sitting up and bunching her skirt around her middle. My cock was standing straight up from my lap as I sat back in the middle of the seat and she moved to straddle me.

We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock, my hands now on her waist to help steady her. As she sat on my cock for a moment, I took the opportunity to slip my hands around to her ass. I caressed her soft, smooth cheeks since her skirt was up around her waist, continuing to do so as she started to slowly move up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt outstanding, as always; hot, wet and ready. We had started making out as she gradually increased her pace, riding me harder and faster but not so much that it would become difficult to continue exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. My hands remained on her ass at first but eventually I brought them between us and unbuttoned her blouse. I caressed her tits and hard nipples through her tight top then reached inside putting my cold hands on her bare flesh. Her tits were small and perky and her nipples were hard so my hands were caressing the soft, smooth flesh and brushing over her hard nipples.

I’m not even sure how many times I had fantasised about Jessica, stealing glances at the swell of her tits or her ass clad in a snug skirt. I don’t believe, despite the unsavoury thoughts, that I ever would have expected to be fondling her bare tits as she rode my cock up here at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’. When I was at school, if I even suggested that I’d be taking a girl up here, I would have been laughed at. I was the butt of so many jokes and my self esteem had been destroyed. But now, just a couple of years later, I was here… with the most beautiful girl in town. I was definitely going to be savouring it, especially if we might not be together again for weeks… or even months! Her pussy, incredibly hot and wet to begin with, was becoming even more so the longer she was riding me and it felt fantastic. I could feel the stirring of my orgasm but really hoped that she’d cum before I got anywhere close. She was continuing to ride me harder and faster and, despite the darkness, I could see two faces pressed up against my car’s passenger window. She eventually pulled her mouth from mine and threw her head back, so I moved my hands down to her lower back to support her. With her skirt bunched around her midriff and her top pulled up, I was able to watch her perky tits bouncing as she rode me.

I was pushing up into her each time she dropped onto my lap, continuing to relish the pleasure her pussy was providing. When she dropped down and didn’t rise up again, it was only a moment later that she started shaking as she let out a cry. I felt relief in addition to all the pleasure knowing that I didn’t have to worry about leaving her in the dust when I came. I hadn’t been too close but my orgasm had definitely been imminent. She rode out an orgasm that appeared to me as long and pleasurable as the first had been. When she finally seemed to come back to Earth, she sat for a minute catching her breath and blinking away the fog brought on by her climax. She kissed me again then climbed off of my cock, but I wasn’t worried even slightly that she was done with me.

She knelt beside me on the seat and lowered her head to my lap again, engulfing my throbbing cock in her hot mouth. She started moving her lips up and down my shaft as she gripped the base with one hand and pumped it gently. She definitely left nothing to be desired when it came to sucking cock and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build up again. I cupped her breast as she sucked me off, wanting to enjoy the feel of it in my hand while I had the opportunity. Mostly, though, I was savoring the feel of her talented mouth moving up and down my tool. Since she’d already cum twice, I was able to focus completely on my own pleasure and I got the sense that she was doing that, too. It definitely didn’t feel like she was just trying to make sure I came; she was skilled enough that she was drawing out the pleasure I was feeling without making it feel like she was holding off my orgasm and denying me relief.

My cock was swelling even more as I was on the verge of cumming but Jessica drew me up to her and looking into my eyes said “I need you to fuck me, Jeff. It’s alright… show them I’m yours by cumming inside me. I won’t get pregnant.”

She lay back on the bench and with her hand on my cock, she guided me on top of her. I pinned myself above her as she parted her thighs and placed my erection on the entrance to that warm sweet place between her legs. With one push I was so deep inside her that I think my cock touched the entrance to her womb. Her legs wrapped around me and I was in heaven as we made love on that bench in the open air, as so many had done before us, here at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’.

I knew I was not going to last long, and tried to think of anything which might slow down the inevitable, but suddenly Jessica’s legs tightened around me and she began to push up to meet my thrusts. She seemed to open up for me and my cock pushed even deeper, against her cervix so I would ejaculate directly into her womb. She cried out in passion and held me so tightly that for a moment I couldn’t breathe. I let out a groan of ecstasy as I began pumping my sperm deep inside her. She was kissing me and crying as she continued to thrust against me and I drained the weeks of frustrated desire into her.

We lay there for some moments just kissing and holding each other, until she whispered “Ummm . . Jeff! I think we have an audience.”

I looked up into Molly’s smiling face. She was now leaning on the back of the bench and had her arm around Rachel, who had such a look of contentment on her face that I guessed Molly had ‘hit the spot’ as accurately as I knew I just had.

“Did you want something?” I asked her “Only some moments are private and we didn’t interrupt you when the car was rocking, did we?”

Rachel blushed, but she said, “We didn’t make as much noise as you two were making. I thought for a moment you were killing her.”

Jessica actually giggled. “He can kill me like that any time he wants Rachel. I have waited almost three weeks for him to do that to me and I’m telling you now, it was well worth the wait.”

She held up her hand to Molly, who took it and raised it to her lips.

“I hope you were as good for Rachel as Jeff was for me” Jessica said, “Because that has rounded off a wonderful evening perfectly as far as I’m concerned.”

Rachel actually chuckled and said, “She was awesome, Jessica. I need practice, but I’ll soon get myself at her level.”

I carefully raised myself off Jessica’s body and my softening cock slipped from her. There was a quiet “Ooohh, that was nice!” from Jessica and a low whistle from Molly as Rachel’s pussy was completely exposed to her before I pulled her dress down to cover her.

Rachel smacked her hand. “That wasn’t polite Molly,” she said, “She is still my sister!”

“Not tonight she isn’t,” she chuckled, “she belongs to Jeff now. I think this evening has turned out to be way beyond both mine and Jeff’s wildest dreams.”

Back at the car I opened the front passenger door for Jessica to get in, as Molly held the door for Rachel. She was a bit embarrassed when she had to tug her skirt down because it rode up as she got in, but I didn’t say anything. I just closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. Through the windscreen I could see Jessica had half turned in her seat, she was holding Rachel’s hand and saying something to her.

I got into the driver’s seat and said “I take it that we are still all going back to my place for coffee?”

“I think that’s a good plan, I need to sober up a bit,” she replied, “Are you ready for a coffee Rachel?” She looked over her shoulder at Rachel who was looking embarrassed, maybe because she must have known, before she tugged her skirt down. “Are you feeling okay, sis? Jessica asked her.”

There was a moment of silence before Rachel replied “Yes! Yes I am. In fact I am feeling very good indeed and I could just do with a cup of coffee right now.”

I looked at Molly who had what I can only describe as ‘a satisfied, sheepish grin’ on her face. “I take it that you are feeling pretty good too Molly,” I said.

“I am feeling absolutely fucking fantastic,” ehe replied as she raised Rachel’s hand to her lips and kissed it, “Thank you, Jeff.”

I readjusted my interior mirror and started the engine, reversed out of the space and drove off back down the lane and back to my house. Between gear changes Jessica and I held hands and it was noticeable that it was very quiet in the back. One glance in the mirror showed why; Molly and Rachel were kissing again and I could see she had her hand up her skirt, so it looked as if those ‘discussions’ which had gone on in the back of the car while we had been parked, had been a resounding success.

We were almost home when I heard “Oh Molly! Yes! Yes!” from the back seat, which caused me to look in the mirror again. Rachel’s skirt was right up around her hips, her legs were spread and Molly must have had at least two fingers as deep inside her as she could get them. I pushed the mirror up and made a mental note to get an air freshener from the petrol station for the car before dad got home, because my old car was beginning to smell like a cheap brothel.

“May I have your house keys, please, Jeff?” I handed them over to her without question, wondering what she had in mind. She handed the keys to Molly. “Would you unlock the door and put the lights on, please, then put the kettle on for coffee. There is a bottle of white wine in the fridge so if you could get it out please. We need four glasses and if you wouldn’t mind, Jeff has a little ‘catching up’ to do.”

She looked at me with a huge grin on her face, “Rachel might be feeling a little shaky Jeff,” she whispered, “So, if you wouldn’t mind offering her your arm, just to help with her balance.”

As I held the door for Rachel to get out of the car I noticed there was something on the floor near her feet, partly under the front seat. After Rachel had got out of the car I leaned in to pick up the pair of ladies panties, which I knew for sure hadn’t been there earlier. They must have been discarded at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ when she and Molly were causing the car to rock.

Rachel was wearing stockings, which she never wore, her knickers were on the floor of the car. Put that together with the way the car had been rocking and I don’t think that there was any doubt that by the time Jessica and I ‘got it together’, Rachel had already been well fucked by her best friend. Then she had let her finger fuck her to orgasm as we drove home. On that evidence alone I thought it was highly likely that Rachel had had a most enjoyable evening.

I handed them to her and said, “Pop these into your bag Rachel, they might get forgotten in the morning and it wouldn’t do for dad to find them there when he gets home, would it.”

“I took her arm and guided her up the path towards the front door. Part way up the path, Rachel stopped and said nervously, “I didn’t mean for that to happen Jeff, it just sort of did. Are you upset with me…?”

I looked at her for a moment and then I gently kissed her. “I am absolutely fine Rachel. I have had a wonderful evening as I hope you have too and far from being upset, if you were to ask me, I think we should all do it again; and soon. Perhaps you could see how Jessica feels about that when you compare notes about how the evening has gone.”

“But what about…?” She began.

“But what about nothing!” I stopped her, “Tonight has been the best evening out I’ve had in ages and I am sure Molly will say the same. We have all had a lovely time and as far as I know, no-one has any regrets about how this evening has worked out. Just tell me one thing Rachel. Do you regret whatever may or may not have happened up at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ or on the way home from there?”

She looked at me for a moment and then said, “No Jeff, I don’t regret a thing, not for one second.”

“So you are happy with how the evening has worked out for you so far?”

“Yes, Jeff,” she said, “but I’m only happy with everything that has happened this evening… if you are?”

I kissed her very gently on the lips again and whispered “Then as long as you’re happy, I’m more than happy Rachel. My evening has been wonderful and I think it would be nice if, when Dad goes off on her next trip, we could organise another night out, if not for the four of us, at least for you and Molly. Perhaps I might just go out for the evening while you two get together again… in comfort. It must be awkward over at your house?”

“You’re a very considerate boyfriend,” said Rachel, “I was really worried you would think I had behaved like a slut.”

“You still think of me as your… boyfriend?” 

“I love Molly. But I’m in love with you. I never realised there was such an important difference. I know it sounds crazy… but after this evening… I love you more. I’ve never felt so… important. I know you keep on putting… my happiness… above yours. But know this… I’m not giving you up to my little sister without doing my best to convince you that we are supposed to spend the rest of our lives together…” she was almost slurring her words, dunk on alcohol, pleasure or both.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about; is there?” I said, “Let’s get you safely inside.”

She hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. “You’re such a gentleman. When our next evening out happens,” she said, “I’m sure it will be another foursome. I must admit though, I never thought I would get the chance to watch when you and Jessica finally got around to working it out. She has wanted you for weeks and was worried she couldn’t… fulfil your needs.” She held onto me as I walked her to the door, “If she doesnt… I will. Or Molly.”

I sighed and shook my head as I walked her inside and towards the living room. Molly had set out the wine and the glasses on the coffee table and gone back into the kitchen to make the coffee. The lounge was set out with a three seat and a two single seat sofas. Jessica took over from me and guided Rachel to the three seat one while I sat opposite. Jessica hugged her and they were whispering, but I couldn’t hear what was being said. When Molly returned she had a tumbler, full of a clear liquid which she put down in front of me. Jessica gave Rachel another hug and got up and sat down next to me so that Molly could sit beside Rachel. I tasted the drink in the tumbler, which was quite full; it was lemonade? I looked at her with a confused expression but her eyes locked on mine, trying to tell me something.

“You looked like you could use a vodka and lemonade, Jeff,” she said loudly as the sisters talked, “I’ve been very generous indeed with the Vodka.”

“I thought it tasted… different…” I said looking up at her. There was no alcohol in it. 

“I know you prefer a coffee.” Molly whispered, then more loudly, “I made you a caramel latte as well. Something to wash it down as the three of us sober up a little.”

We all talked while I sipped my coffee and everyone had another glass of wine. When Jessica took Rachel into the kitchen Molly looked at me with an apprehensive look on her face. I glanced towards the kitchen to make sure we were alone, then I said “What’s going on, Molly?”

She grinned, “Those twins intend to get you drunk so we can all sleep together. They aren’t thinking straight… I know that’s not what you would want. You prefer intimacy. I’m not going to let them try to manipulate you just because they are drunk. They would hate themselves in the morning. I told you I’m on your side and I meant it. My word on it, I will never do anything to hurt Rachel if I can avoid it. I won’t let her hurt herself, either.”

“I see,” I said, quietly, “But you’ve had just as much to drink as they have, Molly.”

“I think I have more experience in these situations. Plus the twins never drink. I am not going to take advantage of them, nor will I let them take advantage of you,” she said, “I’m nicely drunk. But I can still walk unaided,” she giggled. “That being said… I think between us we can… make them happy again. I wanted one of us to be compus mentus… I’ve got quite a buzz but… I don’t want to do something we might regret. So I need your help. To keep us all… safe from ourselves?”

When the little redheads came back, everything was all smiles and the separation into couples just seemed the natural way for us to be. Molly told a slightly risqué joke, which made us all laugh. Rachel slapped her leg for telling it, but instead of taking her hand away, she just left it there. Molly immediately put her arm around her and she cuddled up to her, gently stroking her thigh. I looked at Jessica who just smiled and leaned forward so that I could put my arm around her and she leaned into me, kissed me and then rested her head on my shoulder too. Molly slowly bent her arm which was over Rachel’s shoulders so that Molly drew her closer to her. Her eyes were closed but she didn’t stop the exotic looking woman as her hand dropped down to cup her breast. Molly looked at me and raised one eyebrow in an unspoken question.

I realised that she was asking my permission to continue. What else could I do? Rachel was obviously not objecting to her touch. I looked at Jessica but the smile on her face told me nothing. She too was waiting to see my reaction. I looked back to Molly and nodded. Molly smiled, undid the top two buttons on Rachel’s blouse and slipped her hand inside. She pushed her bra strap off her shoulder, easing her bra cup down and taking her bare breast into her hand.

Jessica put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Did you see how Molly looked to you for permission? My beautiful… dominant… boyfriend! Thank you, Jeff. Fuck, I love you. You can’t imagine how horny it makes me knowing Molly is subservient to you… you’re so good, baby.”

Rachel opened her eyes and looked at me, then she drew Molly into a long passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, before putting her head back on her chest. Molly undid three more buttons and pushed her blouse open. Taking her hand from her breast, which exposed it to us. I felt my penis begin to harden at the sight of my Rachel’s beautiful pair of breasts. Molly leaned down and began to kiss them, taking first one nipple into her mouth then moving to the other one. Her hand now moved onto her knee and began to move up her inner thigh, pushing her skirt higher as it went. She made no attempt to stop the birthday girl, even opening her legs to allow her access; even though I knew she had no panties on.

As her skirt once again revealed her stocking tops and suspenders, I caught a glimpse of her pussy and Jessica spoke for the first time. “Rqchel… I think you should show Molly what a nice view there is from Jeff’s bedroom,” she said. I think she just wanted to get them both in bed together.

Molly looked across at me, she said nothing but I gave her a nod. She sat back and Rachel stood up, shook her skirt down again, and then, holding her hand out to Molly she drew her to her feet. She made no attempt to close her blouse leaving her breasts exposed as she picked up her glass of wine and took another drink. She looked at me and said, “Then I’ll say Goodnight. Don’t stay up too late you two and we’ll see you both in the morning.” She refilled her wine glass and led Molly out of the room and up the stairs.

Jessica could see that although I knew that Molly and Rachel had made love in the car at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ I was still quite shocked by how far Rachel had been prepared to let Molly go, right in front of me. Her ‘We’ll see you both in the morning’ made it plain that she wanted more and had every intention of spending tonight in my bed with her and she fully expected me to sleep with Jessica tonight. Did she expect us to join them? Was that what Molly meant?

Jessica put her arms around me and I just held her while my mind processed what had just happened. I was actually shaking a little. She kissed me and stroked my hair until I relaxed. Then she began to speak. “We have both known Molly has been harbouring a desire for Rachel. What she didn’t know was, if at any time in the last year or so, if she had asked she would have been made very welcome indeed in Rachel’s bed. She actually asked me not long after we became ‘official’ what she could do to make a move. I told her that you were the key. I didn’t think you would mind Molly being with her and I was right. The idea for this foursome as a way of breaking the ice, was a bit ‘last minute’ and I must admit I didn’t expect it to be quite such a spectacular success as it has been. I actually thought Molly might have backed out of tonight.”

I grinned at her. “She almost did.” 

That little smile touched the corners of Jessica’s mouth again. “May I ask how you managed to convince her?”

“She said she wanted to be more than just good friends with Rachel. But she also knew that when it came to making a choice between me or Molly, Rachel would choose me. So she decided to follow my example and make sure Rachel knows Molly would never stand in her way and give her freedom to choose too. She could see Rachel wasn’t meant for her but… she asked for my permission to make her happy… until there came a time when her future would become clear.”

“She asked for your permission tonight.”

“I know. She made sure I knew she wasn’t going to be a threat to me or your relationship with Rachel. She told me she loved Rachel, your whole family… and mine.”

“She told you she loved you too, didn’t she?”

I stared into Jessica’s big, dilated green eyes. I answered truthfully. “She told me she loved me.”

“My goodness” Jessica chuckled, “It was obvious, you know? When we were dating at the café, waitress Molly always looked at me with envy. She always looked at you with those big doe eyes of hers. I think she would have given almost anything for the chance to be with Rachel… and would give everything else to be with you. She asked me if she could give you a blow job in the shower on the last day of our holiday.”

I looked down at my feet, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. “You knew about that! And you didn’t say anything?” I asked, feeling exasperated.

“I set it up. You both needed… the release. And I felt… so empowered afterwards. But then I felt guilty. Before her birthday Molly and I decided to come clean. Tonight seemed the perfect opportunity to be honest with each other. Will you forgive me?”

“You wanted to make your sister happy, and she is, there is nothing to forgive. That’s all I will ever want.”

“I wanted to make you happy… and Molly. It would make me very happy if something were to happen between you.”

“I don’t want anything to happen.” I whispered, “I just wanted to be with you tonight… to put my arms around you and dance with you, never mind all that happened at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’.”

For the first time Jessica looked at me as if she didn’t believe what she was hearing. For what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a minute she said nothing, then she said, “Jeff, I know you have feelings for Molly. I just wanted to play at being a matchmaker… but you’re right… I did it for my own reasons too. I am so sorry, Jeff. The more she teased you, the more I felt I needed to… get involved. I liked the feeling that you cared that much for me that it would take something monumental to lead you astray. You kept on turning Molly down and when you looked at me afterwards it made me feel loved and wanted in a whole new way. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to help you find a way not to feel guilty for wanting Molly just as much as Rachel does.”

I smiled at her, “You didn’t hurt me” I said, “I wanted you to notice me and when she was teasing me, I knew I was foremost in your thoughts and I wanted that so much. Molly told me tonight that she had feelings for Rachel, but whatever feelings she had for her I know are nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

“I think you need to accept she does have real feelings for both Rachel and you,” Jessica said. “And if you ever want to act on those feelings… I’m telling you right now that you can.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes finishing our coffees. Then we stood up, holding hands, and we made our way slowly towards the front door.

“I’ll never need to act on my feelings, Jess,” I said quietly as we began to hear a rhythmic movement upstairs. “How far do you think you would let Molly go?”

“About as far as you got with me at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’.”

“Was tonight always going to be about Rachel and Molly having birthday sex?”

“Pretty much. It wasn’t a secret was it?” She laughed, “It took a few drinks to help us overcome our natural timidity. Rachel and I aren’t as confident as you might think. Rachel was petrified she might hurt you… she wanted you to be onboard with everything. Leaving her panties on the floor of the car just confirmed that Molly had fucked Rachel in the car at Lonely Heart’s View. She hoped that if she could get you a little drunk then you might… join her…and Molly.”

“Everything is as reassuringly complicated as it has always been,” I sighed. We walked quietly the short distance between our two houses, silently entering via the front door. The house was quiet. If Sophie was home with Jacob they must have been asleep.

“There is a lot going on at the moment that you do need to know about,” Jessica said quietly as we stood in the kitchen. “I wouldn’t normally say anything because this is Molly and Rachel’s business, but as she is ‘otherwise engaged’ for the moment, I will tell you what I know. Things aren’t going well for Molly and her grandmother at the café. Thanks to your Mom, Molly is looking to make a career change… her grandmother’s business is on its last legs. If next summer isn’t a success they are going to sell up, Molly’s grandmother will retire and they will both move here, to the city and it will break her grandmother’s heart. Molly will end up a lot closer… and we both know she is going to be an important part of our lives. Let her into your heart, Jeff. She needs to feel loved right now.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“They are doing what they can to make a final go of Molly’s grandfather’s business, in his memory… but these are tough times,” she said. “I suggested we set up this date and asked her to wait until after tonight before making any moves on you. She agreed to wait but said if it worked out and she and Rachel got together, if things worked out with her as she hoped, then she was going to come for you… and I quote, ‘Fuck your brains out’. “

“The idea of the dinner dance was to get us together and as it seems to have worked. At least partially. My bed is getting another good workout at this very minute,” I mused, “Incidentally, why did you tell Rachel to use my bedroom?”

Jessica chuckled, “Because that room has a special meaning for both Rachel and me. And also… because of the view from Jacob’s new nursery. I thought… you might like to join me across in Ellen’s old room and we could… watch them… just like the old days?” she said. 

“So you knew they were going to end up in my bed together?” I asked, she nodded. “You wanted us to join them, didn’t you?”

“I thought… if we all lost some of our inhibitions… then nature would take its course… but you seem immune to alcohol! It must be all that coffee you drink.” Jessica replied with a smile, “I did know how they felt about each other… but I didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want to do. I knew Molly had feelings for you and there wasn’t much doubt in my mind about how you felt about her. But you love Rachel more than you love yourself. Any idea of a foursome went out of the window when I saw the way you distanced yourself from them. You need to protect yourself… I understand… you didn’t want to be hurt. My family has hurt you far too much for you to put yourself back in that uncomfortable position. So Rachel suggested the stop to ‘admire the view’ on the way home, I was pretty certain then that she intended for us to get a little more intimate up there before we came here. Break the ice so to speak. Now, are we going to sit here and talk all night, or shall we head upstairs?”

I looked at her in disbelief. “To watch them?”

“Maybe. But I was hoping for something else as well, Jeff,” Jessica smiled, her eyes still looking unfocused, “I’m as horny as hell already and I hope I don’t have to call on Bob’s services tonight.”

“Who the hell is Bob?”

There was that little smile again, just lifting the corners of that lovely mouth. “Bob” she said, “Is my ‘Battery Operated Boyfriend’ who has been keeping me sane for the last few weeks. I rather hoped that from tonight he might become redundant, but with my sister upstairs screwing the arse off Molly, if I have to lay in my bed; all alone, listening to them… seeing them… I’m going to fit a new set of batteries and lock my door or else I am going to go mad!”

I looked at her in disbelief. 

She burst out laughing, “Oh My God, you should see your face Jeff. Haven’t you worked it out yet? I have waited a long time for you to hold me and do what we did tonight. When I had to take the initiative and kiss you up at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ you could say that at last things began to fall into place. Then you took me in your arms and ‘the earth moved for me’, and that was just from your kiss. So what if Molly and Rachel were playing ‘scissor sisters’ in the back seat of your car? I didn’t care because if she was doing that, it was because she wanted to. I don’t think they cared that we knew what they were doing; any more than I cared when I knew they were watching us. I don’t think Rachel would have cared that you were watching just now either, which is why I suggested it was time for them to go upstairs.”

She stood up and pulled off her top, and then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Before me stood a vision that surpassed all of my dreams and fantasies. With my lustful eyes I traced the contours on her body. I saw gorgeous breasts, small but luscious; I saw stark, poised nipples planted on each breast, looking so delicious. I could feel myself salivating as I traced her breast line down to her belly, further down to her navel, and I finally saw her delicious pussy exposed. A tangle of red, fine hair surrounded her pussy. I knew it was wrong to look, and the guilt kept growing the longer I stared. But I couldn’t look away. Her legs were lovely, for sure. But they only led my eyes upwards to the wondrous spectacle of her athletic figure. I felt an uncontrollable erection strain my shorts. But neither of us did anything. She was frozen as I was. My eyes did not dart up and down, but rather I seemed to stare at her entirely in one single unflinching gaze.

I fixated on her red hair and the scattering of pale freckles marking her flesh. I had always had a thing for redheads and Jessica’s hair was the colour of lava. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her hips were cocked up on one side just a bit, giving her that wonderful feminine pose that drove me crazy. I noticed how tight and firm her body was, though I already knew she was very fit and active. Her breasts were not especially large, but I had never been more inclined to reach out and suck on them, groping them in my hands and feeling their softness. They were lovely, perfectly shaped and beautifully proportioned. 

“I think Molly and I have been ‘Set-Up’ by two very naughty ladies tonight” I said, “But why did Rachel leave her knickers on the floor of my car?”

“Rachel is a respectable woman and she isn’t interested in ‘a one night stand’ Jeff, she wants to have a relationship with Molly. I expect she reasoned it made sense for you to know for sure from the start, without saying the words, that she had and would continue to have sex with her. That way you would be able to accept it… because she knows, deep down inside, you don’t. You made a sacrifice for her… she’s trying to be sensitive to your feelings, Jeff. You gave her freedom to be with Molly… she needs you to know she respects you and what you’ve done without flaunting it in your face.”

“So leaving her panties on the car floor was deliberate,” I said, “She was making sure I understood.”

“Jeff,” she said as she undressed me, “I have watched Rachel and Molly heading towards this since their first dance tonight. ‘Lonely Heart’s View’ was her idea because if you knew she and Molly made love there, her going to bed with her later wouldn’t come as too much of a shock. You worked it out… she wanted you to join her… in bed with Molly… tonight. Leaving her panties in full view on the car floor when you helped her out of the car was just so that you could confirm that they really had already made love. Rachel hoped to introduce you to the idea of a threesome… that way she wouldn’t feel so guilty about being intimate with Molly if you were there too. She did guess that you might still be too shy to make a move on Molly, though. She can’t understand why you don’t want to get lucky with her.”

“I can’t trust my feelings anymore, Jess,” I said as I stepped out of my pants, “I don’t think I’m coping well… with everything: Ellen. Jerome. Your Mom. Your Dad. You. And now Molly… I made a baby I can’t even hold in my arms. I don’t feel that lucky.”

“I know,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me, her nakedness pressing against me, “I do appreciate how complicated we have made your life, Jeff. You do manage to control yourself remarkably well though. Now I think it’s time we went up to Ellen’s old room, don’t you?”

Jessica took my hand and led me towards the stairs. The door to Jacob’s bedroom was slightly open and I gently pushed it. He wasn’t there. Jessica took my hand in hers and dragged me towards the window that overlooked my bedroom.  Neither of the occupants of the room were in any mood to notice us standing in the adjacent bedroom, watching them. 

“I think I understand you better now, Jeff,” she whispered as we watched her sister with her lover. “We don’t ever need to have a three or foursome. You don’t want or need the complications… nor do you want to give yourself to more than one woman at a time. It thrills me to know… that you think I’m enough… for you.”

Molly was behind Rachel, her naked body against Rachel’s on my bed, her proud, bare breasts pressed against her back, her pussy hair against her ass cheek, legs entwined with her legs and feet caressing her feet. Rachel put her hand between her legs to find Molly’s sex; her finger appeared to slide easily between her pussy lips. There was no denying it, the intimate contact between their sexy, naked bodies made me want to see more. I may not have wanted to join them but Jessica knew… if she could get me in here… I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from watching them. Was I being manipulated? Was this a subtle reshuffling of things to keep me… interested… in Rachel’s idea to share Molly? Or was this Jessica’s idea, wanting to share me with one or both of them? Perhaps it was just my overactive imagination and paranoia? Either way, I stood there, naked in the frame of Ellen’s old bedroom window, next to my naked girlfriend who reached out and held my hand… as we watched them.

Rachel started moving her fingers slowly against her own clit. I saw Molly squirrel her own hand in-between her thighs and moved it in a rhythmic motion and they were both masturbating. There they were, lying in my big bed, naked as jaybirds, fingering their juicy twats together. They really were lovers, not just friends with benefits. A feeling of relief flooded my core being as I came to grips with Rachel’s true feelings for Molly. As erotic visions danced in my head, Rachel raised her knee to let Molly gain access to her dripping wet pussy. She inserted two fingers into her fuck hole and pounded herself with more passion than I’d ever seen. There was no doubting that my room was filled with the wet, squishy sounds I had heard in the car as their fingers worked their horny pussies. They turned, as one, to face each other, and Molly put her hand across Rachel’s shoulders and pulled her close, allowing the nipples of their perky breasts to brush against each other. Her hand, like Rachel’s, was working with total abandon in her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure freely and audibly as she fingered herself feverishly.

“Oh, Molly, Molly, Molly,” I could see Rachel’s lips pleading in the darkness.

Molly hugged the redhead tightly, causing their breasts to flatten out against each other. Their lips met and pressed lightly at first. Rachel pressed into her, too, and kissed her right back, gradually increasing the pressure on each other’s lips. Their tongues danced together, swirling around to let them make love the way they secretly wanted to. This was not a friendly girlfriend kiss, but a hot, lover’s kiss full of passion from deep within.

They continued to kiss until their fingers had worked their magic. Their legs stiffened and their hips jerked. As Rachel silently reached her mountain peak and began to come down, I watched Molly’s breaths get shorter and her whimpering turn to moans of release. Her orgasm was more intense as she thrust her hips against her hand, trying to milk every last drop of feeling from her climax. She pulled the redhead close with a hand spread wide in the middle of her young ass cheeks and we could see her knuckles press against Rachel’s clit, as well as her palm pressing hard against her ass. Jessica and I held hands tightly as we watched Molly’s hand move slowly against her sister’s moist pussy. The hand on her ass caressed her smooth butt cheeks, her fingertips grazing her puckered anus. They kissed again, then lay still in one another’s embrace, silent in the dim light of my bedroom lamp. Molly brought her hand up from her pussy lips, the back of her fingers brushing against her clit as she did so. Rachel caught her hand somehow in the dark and put her pussy rubbing fingers in her mouth to taste her juices on them. Slowly, Rachel reached out her hand and placed it on Molly’s firm stomach, which she didn’t try to push away. My heart started pounding at the thought of Molly’s move of invitation, and Rachel slid the palm of her hand slowly upward until her fingertips met up with a perky breast. Their eyes were locked in a stare that was filled with just about every emotion there was.

Rachel slid her fingers up Molly’s larger breast until she found her hard, pointy little nipple. Molly took a quick intake of air as Rachel found the little button of a nipple and toyed with it between her thumb and index finger. Without breaking her stare, her hand came to the back of her head and gently guided it down under the blankets. It didn’t take any pressure at all for her head to duck under the covers where her hungry mouth engulfed Molly’s sweet, perky nipple, the one Rachel was longing to munch on like my little boy. Rachel flicked her tongue rapidly and lightly over Molly’s lovely nipple. Then she moved to her other breast so it wouldn’t feel slighted and lovingly took it deep into her mouth. Rachel rapidly flicked her tongue over her erect nipple as we watched them sprawled out on top of my blanket. Molly’s luscious breasts were everything I had imagined they would be and more. Rachel reached down and put her hand on her lower abdomen, knowing what she wanted and what she was eager to do… She slid her hand down through her patch of pubic hair and found the delightful little slit Molly had been playing with earlier.

Continuing to suck her breast, her fingers made friends with the little pink button just at the top of her butterfly lips. Rachel slid her finger into her love hole, she was sopping wet like we knew she would be. Jessica and I were intoxicated with passion as Rachel did to her pussy what Rachel did to her own aching pussy. All the while Molly stared at Rachel’s little breasts and cupped one in each hand, her thumbs flicking over her nipples. Pushing my blankets off the bed, Rachel laid down full length on top of her and Molly’s legs wrapped around her hips just like a girl does when she’s fucking a boy. Passion flowed through their veins like hot lava. We watched intently as their pussies met, touched, kissed, and fell in love. 

Rachel moved up and down a little on top of Molly, not against her but with her, their pussies made constant contact. When Rachel slid up, her erect clit would be in her pussy. When Rachel slid down, their clits would kiss. As they passed her erect clit would enter her pussy, fucking her. Tribbing. It was the most erotic thing I think I had ever seen. Rachel kept on sliding on her, driving her and herself wild with raw passion, their pussies must have been making those soft sticky sounds as they rubbed together. Oh, it looked so good! Molly’s hands greedily clutched Rachel’s round, tight ass cheeks, fulfilling her desire to grab her butt and squeeze it. She kneaded the smooth globes of her butt like bread dough. My every emotion was in a whirlpool, spinning and spinning around me, as I tried to come to terms with what I was witnessing. Jessica sensed my turmoil beside me and hugged me tighter. Soon Rachel was climbing to the top of Mount Orgasm.

Then they separated. Breathing heavily. The two lovers looked light-headed, needing a few moments to collect themselves. When they came back to reality, Molly was holding Rachel gently, one hand on her back, the other resting on her hip. Rachel held her close in return, their bodies pressing into each other, Rachel’s nipples just beneath Molly’s neck, Molly’s on Rachel’s tummy. They slotted together like that, and just for a minute I thought they were just going to lie there forever… Then, Molly took control and moved her leg, shifting it between Rachel’s, the warmth must have been so comforting. She kept moving, tucking it behind her, spreading her thighs gently. Inch by inch, they moved together, their bodies parting at every point except their pussies until, with a sharp breath, I watched Molly mate her wetness hard up against Rachel’s clit. This looked incredibly intimate, pressing that part of Molly against that part of Rachel, not just using fingers or tongues to induce pleasure but actually using her pussy on her. And Rachel responded, pushing her clit into Molly’s, having to shift over each other several times just for the shortest instant of ecstasy when their clits touched. But it looked worth it. And the shifting around looked fun too, and rapidly evolved into a rhythmic grinding. Molly lifted up her thigh, holding it with her hand, spreading her wider as she pushed against the little redhead, listening to her moans building again.

I could almost feel Molly’s weight pressing down on Rachel, her hips rolling, their wetness keeping everything slick. Molly was almost on top of her now, her body lifted up from the bed, thighs still spread, pushing and rubbing hard into her. Rachel’s moans were coming fast, her ginger hair in her face, one hand on Molly and one hand on her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples in turn as Molly fucked her. It really did look like Molly was fucking her: using her weight on her, moving her hips, seeing their bodies respond. The power rush I felt as an observer must have been almost as good as the feelings in either woman’s clit.  Molly turned her head and our eyes met. She knew we were watching them and, across the space between the houses. With a deliciously sexy smile she scooped up one of the twin’s tits in her hand, pushing it upwards, and leant her mouth down to meet it.

Jessica watched Rachel as she began panting, her body curling inwards slightly, Molly’s fingers digging into her thigh. Her moans looked desperate, she seemed to be begging incoherently, her fingernails gripped my bedsheets but Molly never slowed down for a second until she came again. This time it was a strong orgasm and I watched it hit her, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, limbs rigid. Honestly, as a picture it wasn’t the most attractive, but knowing Rachel was cumming and all because of Molly’s pussy rubbing against her made it the hottest thing I’d ever seen. It was unbelievable. Then Rachel began bucking wildly and intently, driving her hot snatch onto Molly’s as she attempted to get her lesbian lover to reach her own orgasm. Molly looked suprised at the sudden ferocity; I had certainly never dreamed a girl could fuck another girl like that! But Rachel kept on fucking her even though she was still climaxing herself, trying to get Molly off… her lovely best friend, Molly… her adorable lover, Molly. Jealousy suddenly blasted through me and I stiffened. Molly tensed suddenly and squealed as she came – and came – and came. They seemed like innocent, demure girls a few hours ago, but now they were wrapped in each other, kissing like lovers who would never part. I tried to look away, a tear meandering down my cheek.

Jessica pulled at my hand. “Come away, Jeff,” she whispered. I was strangely reluctant to move, captivated by the sight of my friend and Rachel kissing in post orgasmic bliss, their cum leaking out all over my bedding. She took my hand and led me out of the room, closing their door behind us. I just followed her into her bedroom. “Are you alright?” she asked

“That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen,” I replied, “but… I feel… like I’ve done something stupid. Have I made a terrible mistake, Jess?”

“You sacrificed your own feelings for my sister…” Jessica said, softly, “For the first time… I saw your pain first hand. You love her so much… but you did the right thing… for her… which wasn’t the right thing for you. I love and respect you even more than I did. I’m sorry… again I’m sorry! I tried to make you… give yourself… to Molly! How stupid am I? I still make the same mistakes! No, Jeff. You haven’t made a terrible mistake. I have.”

“No… you didn’t, Jess. You just wanted me to be part of what they have because you knew they were in love and this was going to happen anyway. You were trying to help me. Your intentions were good… you’re right… I need to be very drunk and I’m not,” I laughed trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m drunk enough for both of us,” Jessica giggled.

“I’m drunk on you.” I took in her naked form and had a sense of déjà vu, but she was more lovely and stimulating than the vision of her identical twin sister with the equally stunning trainee midwife. I took a step towards her; we were no more than a foot apart, nude and standing between bedrooms. Her mother could walk in on us… but she didn’t seem to be present. Where was she? Jessica’s emerald eyes glistened; Low light and the wetness made them seem to shimmer as I stared into them. 

Her hair was long, luxurious and the colour of dark orange autumn leaves. Her skin was pale unless of course you considered the almost invisible freckles that were everywhere on her body, and I do mean everywhere. For a moment Jessica looked at me; then she took my hand and her lips enveloped mine and our tongues clashed as she kissed me. Her hand was holding the back of my head so the kiss continued for some time. She broke the kiss and breathing heavily then she smiled her magawatt smile that she knew destroyed me. With my heart a thumping drum in my throat, she pulled me to her again and we kissed. Her lips were so sweet, her tongue met mine, inhibitions began to fall. My arms went around her and pulled her to me. I felt her arms around me and her small breasts against my chest. Gradually our mouths opened wider and our tongues met in a full-fledged duel somewhere between us.

Time lost all value. The only reality I knew was the taste and touch and smell of this wonderful creature letting me kiss her. My cock grew hard and long, pressing upward and out between us. I knew she had to be aware of it but we both ignored it. I dared not touch her with my hands anywhere other than her shoulders lest I lose the valuable ground I had gained over the weeks we had spent apart. Finally we broke apart, both of us gasping for air, both of us seeming to wonder what we had just done. I stared into Jessica’s eyes and she stared back, as a blush crept up from her neck to her face. I wondered if I had done likewise. When her arms gave a slight tug, we leaned toward each other and started a new kiss, deep and passionate. It lasted for long minutes, or it could have been a few seconds, and it seemed like the world stood still.

When we broke apart once more, Jessica stared at my face and smiled as she reached up to wipe her lipstick from my face with her thumb the way she used to when we first started dating. I smiled at the memory. She pulled me towards her own bedroom, opening her door, and guided me inside. I didn’t walk into her bedroom, I floated! I pulled her to me and we kissed again. We used to spend hours just kissing. She had so many tastes, all of them sweet and reminding me of delicious desserts and fragrant flowers, my cock pressing against Jessica’s stomach in an unmistakable reaction. I moved one hand around her until I cupped one of her small breasts in my hand, loving the sucking in of her breath that my action caused. 

For long delicious minutes, she fondled my cock while I gently kneaded her boob. It rather surprised me when she knelt in front of me and stuck her tongue to the tip of my soldier. She spent some time looking at it, the top, the underside, both sides, and then my balls. Then she began licking again, tentatively at first but with increasing gusto as time passed. When her mouth closed over the entire head, I groaned with delight, savouring the magnificent feelings coursing throughout my body. I could have let her do that all night, although I suspected that my already shaky legs wouldn’t keep me upright for long. However a gnawing feeling told me that something was missing and I wasn’t sure what it was, until a light dawned.

Lifting her up, I said, “I like that, Jess, but I need to taste you too.”

From the look on her face, I think she knew what I had in mind. With a little twirling motion of my hand, she got the idea and turned around. As I lay back on her bed, she lowered herself to her knees over me. As her round bottom slowly descended to my face, I took in the view; I reveled in the coarse curly red hair that covered her pubic area. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her glistening outer folds. She was still the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. Pure honey. Cherry Pie with ice cream. Double chocolate hot fudge brownie a la mode. Sopapilla with honey and powdered sugar. None of them were as sweet as her pussy tasted.

I was amazed when my tongue slid inside her soft crease and more of the sweet liquid met my tongue. I began digging deeper into the soft folds of flesh, loving the heat that met my explorations, the softness I found, the twists and turns of petals like a flower as my thumbs peeled her open. And then I was at an opening. It wasn’t pouting, as I thought it might be, but flexible, changing with the pressure of my fingers or tongue, never quite closing but easily yielding to any obstacle. I eased a finger inside and watched it disappear past my second knuckle, as far as I could reach. I pulled it back out and slurped it into my mouth, loving the taste of her.

In the meantime, Jessica’s mouth was bobbing softly on my cock, making me feel fantastic. Her left hand kneaded my balls while her right hand held the bottom of my probe as her mouth sucked up and down on the remainder of my rod. Little shocks of pleasure shot through my body like miniature lightning strikes. Then my tongue nudged her little fold of flesh and a little dome-shaped button began to appear. I sucked the area into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue and Jessica’s bottom began squirming wildly so that I had to hug her buttocks to keep my face in place. Her mouth began to suction my cock harder.

By accident, the middle fingers of my gripping hands met at her puckered anus, and the more she squirmed, the more she caused those fingers to press on that little spot, the more she squirmed. It seemed to be a catch-twenty-two situation, a good one. I pressed my fingers harder at her ass, she wiggled her bottom harder into my face, I sucked harder on her clit, she squirmed faster… until she lifted her head off my cock, screamed something I couldn’t interpret, and sticky clear liquid gushed out of her pussy all over my face. If I had died on the spot, I would have died happy!

I spent several minutes cleaning up the dripping fluids with my tongue while Jessica lay on top of me, too tired to move. I dug out her cum from the outer folds, spread her apart and licked inside as far as I could reach, and licked some of it off my face. Then pulling my fingers back a little, I ran my tongue up to her anus and poked at it. Suddenly Jessica stiffened and again screeched something I couldn’t understand and again I was flooded with her cum. This time as I set about cleaning her up, she relaxed as the waves passed through her body and she collapsed again on my body. It was like she was boneless and I failed to keep her on top of me, inadvertently letting her roll off me onto the mattress.

While Jessica had reclined back on her bed, her left leg was propped against a pillow while her right leg was still splayed out to her side, leaving her wide open. It was a beautiful sight to my eyes. Hastily I turned around so that I was roughly perpendicular to her, letting my head rest against her propped up thigh. I watched her chest heaving as she tried to slow her breathing, then I turned my gaze back to her treasure between those precious thighs. I explored the curly tissue at the top of her crease, rolled my head to the left, kissed the soft clump of tissue and heard her gasp. I kissed it again, letting my tongue nudge the tender clump, and Jessica humped her hips up to meet my face. I rolled my body over so I could slip my hands under her ass and hold her to my face, then went back to ministering to the little lacy peak and whatever might be under or around it.

My tongue found her clit easily this time, pushing up just below the peak of lacy flesh, and when I began licking and sucking it, Jessica screamed again and came, clamping her thighs around my head and grabbing handfuls of my hair to hold me in place. This time I felt her body shudder and shaking throughout the course of her orgasm, as if she were in the throes of a spastic fit. I used my fingers to open a passageway for air but otherwise let her ride out her climax. When she sighed, the relaxing of her muscles was a physical thing that changed the tenor of her body from a hard, tense being to a soft, limp, sweet woman. Again I laid my head against her propped up thigh and rested between her legs, savoring the musky smell of her pussy.

Jessica lifted her head and looked at me. “Jeff, I want you, baby. Come to me.”

She held her hands up and out and the only way to get to them was between her legs. I climbed over her, resting on my knees and hands.

“Jessica, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drunk.”

“Jeff, I’m sure. I may have a sore head in the morning but right now… I need you.”

No more was said. I eased forward, thankful when her hand found my questing cock and guided it to her. It took a few minutes to cover my probe with her moisture and ease into her until I found her entrance. I paused for a few seconds, long enough to kiss her, but with her tongue probing my mouth, I stabbed my hips forward quickly and penetrated her.

“Now fuck me,” she whispered.

“Yes, Cherry Pie,” I replied, pushing my cock in until the root pressed against her pubis.

I fought my urge to thrust my hips at her as fast and hard as I could and kept it slow, rubbing against my woman’s clit to stimulate her and help her to reach orgasm. My major problem was that I could feel a growing sense of impending climax in my balls but I wanted for us to cum together. I thrust forward like a savage beast, plunging inch after inch of my thick teenage cock into Jessica’s tight pussy in a single thrust, my girlfriend’s silken walls trembling around me as I stuffed her with my manhood. She moaned, uncontrollably, feeling me stretching her, filling her once more. “Ohhhh my fucking GOD!” She cried out, throwing her head back. My blunt tip slammed into the mouth of her womb, already weak from its previous penetration, it yielded easily, and my thrust plowed through it with barely a pause, slamming against the back of her inner sanctum. Jessica’s moan rose to a scream of pleasure, the impact setting off an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, driving the last of the air from her lungs.

I didn’t let her savour the sensation this time, instead I began to move almost instantly, hauling my hips back, the ridge of my head popping out of the tightly-gripping labia and drawing back a good six inches before suddenly slamming back forward, once more plowing through her like it wasn’t even there and claiming her pussy like I owned it. She had already told me earlier… that I did. Jessica moaned, her mouth hanging open, tongue rolling out as she cried out with each brutal thrust, her plush lips struggling to form words only to be interrupted by another surge of pleasure that forced a moan past them. I began fucking her, as she requested, and Jessica threw her head back, crying out to the heavens, only to have me roughly grab a fistful of her coppery hair as I pistoned my throbbing member into her twitching, spasming depths like a man possessed. Her cries of lust grew even louder, I was losing control, pulling her hair, and she began to push her hips back to meet my thrusts, eagerly accepting her role beneath me. Her depths quivered, spasming and squeezing around my girth each time I filled her. Her labia parted to accept my penis each time it thrust forward, squeezed tight each time it bottomed out inside her, and sucked hungrily each time it pulled away, eagerly milking me, seemingly desperate to gulp down my thick, creamy spunk. My abs rippled, my body glistening with a sheen of sweat as I fucked the little twin hard and fast, pounding her womb with each stroke.

Her bedroom already had the unmistakable musk of sex, and the air was full of angry growls, lusty moans, ragged cries, throaty groans, strained grunts, pleading whines, and half-conscious whimpers. My cock throbbed wildly as I pistoned into Jessica’s tight pussy, my heavy balls swinging pendulously below, smacking against Jessica’s upturned ass with each stroke as they churned with seed, their reservoirs already replenishing after unloading into her at ‘Lonely Heart’s View’, full to the brim with a massive load of fresh, hot cum. All the while, Jessica ground her hips up and forward, writhing beneath my body as she pressed her clit up to meet my thrusts, grinding her tender folds against my bulging cum-tube as I slammed my length into Jessica over and over. My arm flexed a little harder, pulling Jessica’s hair a little tighter, forcing her spine to arch a little more, and that was all it took to set her off. Jessica’s eyes rolled upward until her emerald orbs were hidden behind her fluttering eyelids, her mouth hanging open, slack-jawed, tongue lolling, as she screamed, a throaty, ragged cry of overwhelming pleasure. It was like a slow-motion explosion in her core, a wave of white hot sensation that rolled out through her body and along her every nerve, drowning her completely in a molten wave of burning pleasure. She trembled wildly from head to toe, her every muscle tightening uncontrollably as her mind went blank, her pussy suddenly squeezing even tighter as its walls rippled and quivered around my vein-marbled shaft like it was trying to milk every last drop of cum from my balls.

I groaned, the sensations engulfing my penis after watching Rachel and Molly were absolutely incredible. I could feel my balls starting to tighten, my shaft throbbing wildly inside Jessica’s pussy as she came hard, the entrance to her womb sucking at my cockhead like a hungry mouth. I was so close, I could have just pounded away for a few more seconds and let loose, but no, I couldn’t let Jessica go neglected like that. I yanked my hips back suddenly, and Jessica’s orgasmic cry redoubled at the sensation, feeling her pussy nearly turn inside out as it struggled to cling to my shaft. The head popped free of her pussy with a wet pop, my shaft bucking wildly in midair, hard as steel and flushed a deep, angry red, every vein standing out sharply on the surface, the head massively swollen and purple, the whole thing gleaming with a thick coat of Jessica’s orgasmic nectar. I had to let the sensation to cum pass. I had to hold on! I let go of Jessica’s hair and grabbed my twitching manhood with both hands to wrestle the angry fuck-tool back into position as Jessica rose from the bed, turned aound on all fours and presented her peachy ass to me. I quickly levered my shaft down until the pulsing crown was aimed squarely at Jessica’s desperately-needy pussy.

“I need you back inside. Make love to me?” Jessica begged, crying out loud enough to be heard through the house, rolling her hips invitingly. I wordlessly growled through gritted teeth, lined my fearsome weapon up, and drove forward, my steely shaft spearing into her. She threw her head back and moaned, echoing her sister’s cries as I filled her, filling the void its absence had left, but it was different now, it was even harder, bigger, if that were even possible, and she could feel every veiny contour of the unyielding shaft as it filled her, inch after inch after inch. The invader plowed through her and slammed into the back of her womb, the impact forceful enough to make her entire body jolt, the muscular ring strangling my dick’s neck to no avail.

She had no time to adjust to the intrusion in this new position, my hips were moving already, and Jessica could only writhe helplessly as I pistoned my hips like a rutting beast, pulling nearly halfway out before slamming back in again, pounding against the back of her vagina. Each impact made the ragged moans pouring from her lips rise an octave for just a moment as it forced the air from her lungs a little faster. My hips were practically a blur as I savagely pumped in and out and in and out again, her inner folds clinging to every ridge and vein on my throbbing, steely cock as it moved. My life bringing testicles swung pendulously underneath my shaft like twin wrecking balls, grapefruit-sized spheres, sloshing heavily with my seed, bearing enough force they almost threatened to bruise her pale, thighs as they pounded against her with each stroke.

After only a few seconds of this brutal treatment, Jessica’s mind was already swimming in a haze of lust. She looked drunk. Drunk on sex endorphins. She looked mindless, her thoughts adrift in a turbulent sea, the waters whipped into a frenzy by a mighty storm of raw, overwhelming sensation. Instinctively, her mind clung to drifting ideas, trying to form itself a makeshift raft of thoughts, but each time I bottomed out against her cervix, another wave of pleasure and pain would crash over her and scatter her thoughts again. Suddenly, I rolled my hips as I thrust into her, and as my swollen, ridged glans rubbed against her g-spot, an electric bolt of pure pleasure shot up her spine like a bolt of lightning, arcing out along her nerves and electrocuting what remained of her mind. Fried, her mind sank beneath the waves of pleasure, her green eyes rolling back in her head as she let out a throaty, ragged cry, spine arching hard as her muscles began to spasm wildly.

Jessica came hard around the cock that had created her brother, her inner walls squeezing like a vice, trying in vain to hold me in place as we trembled uncontrollably in the grip of pure, overwhelming pleasure. I didn’t even slow down. If anything, my hips went even faster, pumping my teenage cock in and out and in and out again, the fat, fist-sized head hammering against the back of her vagina with an ever-increasing desperation. It throbbed and bucked wildly as it sawed in and out of her trembling depths, her tender folds clinging to each inch of the vein-marbled shaft. I gritted my teeth, growling like a wild beast as I rutted into my girlfriend’s pussy with reckless abandon, my churning balls starting to tighten in their sack.

“Fuck me, Jeff,” she pleaded, “Squeeze my boobs… hold me… own me…”

I obliged: railing her with greater force, her jiggling flesh amplified by my insistent thrust, and her walls tightened, making me groan. One hand pulling back her red hair like a reign, and the other hand milking her little titties with abandon, I pumped her at full speed now, turning her quiet yelps sharper, her breasts bouncing in chaos, the free twin swinging wildly, undersides slapping her ribs. As her muffled cries peaked raw, her walls convulsed waves around me. I reached around to grab both breasts, feeling the angelic weights in my hands jump with our motion. My god, the feeling of her little tits jiggling while pumping her from behind was too much.

“I’m going to cum!” I panted.

I slammed my hips forward, planting my steely shaft deep inside Jessica’s trembling pussy as she shuddered through the last moments of her orgasm, my cock pulsing wildly in her alcohol dulled body. My body glistened with a sheen of sweat as my muscles tightened, bulging even more proudly than usual, and I rolled my head back, letting out a deep, soulful groan as the floodgates opened. Pleasure surged through me as my cock lurched inside Jessica, a mighty surge of thick, hot cum rising up my shaft, the fat tube on the bottom bulging as my massive load coursed up the length of my member. My cockhead swelled even larger inside Jessica’s vagina, stretching the silken walls a little further as my cum fired from the tip of my weapon, a mighty deluge of hot, potent spunk that blasted against the back wall of her pussy like the spray of a firehose. My massive load poured into her already overfilled womb and overflowed in an instant, the pressure forcing it back through her cervix and into her pussy, painting her innermost walls with a thick coat of pearly white cum. And it just kept coming, the first spurt alone lasted several seconds, filling her depths to the point that she overflowed, a trickle of thick seed drooling from the tight-stretched lips of her pussy, running down her glorious ass to mark the sheets below with my spunk.

I was far from finished, I pulled my hips back, dragging my cock out of her, letting the flared ridge of my head retreat from the youngest twin’s dilated cervix as my dick fired its second spurt, filling the void left in its wake with an ocean of thick semen that swirled and sloshed deep inside her. Jessica moaned, weakly, still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, unable to think, only feel, to experience the bizarre and delightful mixture of sensations washing over her. The fat ridge of my cock tugging at her inner folds as it pulled back, throbbing and lurching over and over, each throb accompanied by another surge of molten seed that pooled in her depths. It seemed to go on forever, inch after inch after inch, but when the head finally popped free of Jessica’s tightly-gripping entrance, it uncorked a waterfall, a thick river of spunk that poured out of Jessica’s abused pussy, the flow speeding up randomly as her inner walls twitched and spasmed in the aftershocks of her earth-shaking orgasm.

My shaft lurched now that it was free, bucking in midair as it shot off a finger-thick rope of spunk that arched up and hung in the air for a moment before coming down with a heavy, wet splat on Jessica’s back, a looping, wildly-zigzagging line of hot cream that traced its way from her shoulder blades down to the juicy swell of her ass. She moaned in surprise at the feeling on her skin, snapping out of her own post-orgasmic daze just in time to consciously register me nosing the head of my cock against her pussy. Her eyes went wide in surprise, and she opened her mouth, but all that came out was a ragged moan as I unceremoniously stuffed my prick into her once again. It fired off again as I pushed it inside, flooding her overly-sensitive depths with a wave of thick cum a split second before I plowed into her like a freight train, stretching her depths wide once more. My cock pressed up against her cervix once more, just in time for it to lurch again and fire off another blast of white-hot cream right into her deepest depths.

I continued to groan with pure pleasure as I pumped a half-dozen blasts of steaming-hot cum deep into my girlfriend’s pussy. The positively volcanic eruption of my monolithic member filling her to the limit and beyond, her womb stuffed full of my creamy cum, the overflow drooling out around the base of my cock, running down to drip off my rhythmically tightening balls or dripping down onto Jessica’s similarly-stuffed pussy. There was just too much to contain, and as I slid from her lips with a pop, my pearly spunk flowed out of her twitching, well-fucked hole like a waterfall.

My cock lurched once more once it came free, a bit weaker than the last time, but still strong enough to spray the redheads ass and creamy thighs with a pencil-thick stream of white-hot cum. I slid forward once more, angling my bucking shaft down between us, my cockhead grinding over her clit as I did. I held myself there for a long while, letting it all come pouring out, my deflated balls resting on Jessica’s pussy as they oozed out the last of my seed. Jessica drunkenly moaned and cooed with delight, her body softly writhing against me and my oversensitive cock, feeling our skin slip and slide together, stomachs soaked in slick and sticky spunk. But all good things must come to an end, and finally, my seed-tanks ran empty, the last twitching throbs of my penis released the last of my load, before it finally stopped. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t! Her pussy had rendered me semi-conscious although I did let out a deep, satisfied sigh, my muscular frame visibly relaxing as I gave myself over to the warm, peaceful afterglow. I would never be able to fully describe the elation I felt. 

We held onto each other tight. All I could feel was the sensation of hugging Jessica from behind, her warm body against mine, her hourglass figure snug inside my muscular embrace, her small breasts bulging in my grip. Our bodies melded into one as I muffled my serotonin induced, sleepy moans into her shoulder. Time stood still and all I could feel was bliss. I carefully rolled myself to her side and lay gasping for air but Jessica wouldn’t leave me alone. She turned with me and plastered her body along mine, pulling my mouth to hers and our mouths made obscene noises as we kissed and struggled for enough oxygen to keep kissing.

Our passion slowly abated until we just held each other lovingly. My mind was a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts, most centered on unbelief that I had reached a point of such intense magical pleasure. Even in my wildest fantasies, I had never believed it could be this good, this sensual. I felt a wonderful tingling all over my body as if every nerve ending had just been tweaked. I didn’t know if Jessica felt the same but, judging from her adoring expression, it seemed like she did.

“I love you…” I whispered into her ear.

A sob tore its way out her throat, and I repeated my words, again and again until Jessica’s eyes closed, finally losing herself to the drunken, sex induced exhaustion that our procreation has caused. I watched her as she succumbed to sleep, happy tears running down her face, down to drip from her freckled cheeks and slide against her neck and onto her shoulder.

“I can’t be without you now…” I confessed as she struggled to remain awake, a smile trying to play across her pretty tear streaked features.

I kissed the tears away, gently pressing my lips to Jessica’s face until her sobs petered out into hiccups, and I slid our bodies together one last time. My eyes squeezed shut as I held her. She was like a doll now. Lifeless. Her small breasts rising and falling being the only visual clue she was still with me and not with the angels. I collapsed against her, both of us panting softly, my head swimming from the euphoria and Jessica’s with the alcohol and afterglow. I kissed her again, molding our lips together and we sighed in unison. I was sure one of us wouldn’t remember this in the morning, and that was fine. In some ways it was better this way, in the long run. But for now, we were happy in one another’s embrace, and come tomorrow, Jessica would be happy… Rachel would be happy… Molly would be happy… and I would momentarily feel complete.

Get Lucky continues in Chapter 15 “Stress”