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Chapter 18 – Commitments 

So that’s how it was: My girlfriend was Jessica and her sister was Rachel. As the weeks went by, it almost became normal. I loved them both and I didn’t need to choose. They loved me. We were all happy. What was wrong with that? There was something wrong though, as weeks became months my twentieth birthday was approaching and I knew I needed to grow up. To the outside world Jessica and I were an item, destined to be together forever, a mortgage and a house full of children. My friends kept asking, “So, when are you two getting married?” and it was a good question. Jessica and I seemed to be one entity… If they only knew there was a third heart involved. The braver of my friends were desperate for me to set them up with Rachel and although that would have meant we could double-date together… There was no way any of us were interested. They were committed to me.

I wanted to commit to them, but society’s rules meant I could only be seen to give myself to one of them. Ellen had almost forced me into marriage with an unexpected pregnancy… I was ready to commit to her. Sophie had given me her body and I fertilised her egg, she gave birth to my baby. What bigger commitment can a woman make to a man? Even Joseph had helped me realise my part in committing to bring my family together, by giving him and his wife a son and rekindling their love life. Joseph would claim the baby I put in my wife was his, thus committing to me, keeping me safe from society’s pointing finger. Everyone had made commitments… except for me. So I started looking for engagement rings. I asked Rachel what kind of ring Jessica would like. Gold, silver, platinum? Princess cut, round, pear-shaped?

“A princess-cut stone in a white gold setting,” she said, her eyes sparkling brighter than any diamond. I thought she might be disappointed, I could only marry one of them and I had obviously chosen Jessica.

“Are you sure?”

Her eyes glittered. “Positive.” And she would be, wouldn’t she?

A week later I had the ring. Picking the right moment to ask a girl to be your wife is always difficult. For me it was a nightmare. I didn’t know how everyone would react to the engagement. I was praying that once the lucky girl got the ring on her finger, she wouldn’t give it up. That the ring would be enough to break the spell and end this lunacy forever. It would force us to re-evaluate what we had and that to continue trying to include everyone would be… delusional. The problem was trying to figure out which girl to give it to, and when. I still had it in my head that one of the twins was the “real” Jessica, and that was the girl I wanted to marry. But in truth there was no way to know which girl that was. I had dated both of them. Told both of them I loved them. I made love to both of them. But I could only commit to one. 

I decided to wait until after my twentieth birthday which didn’t actually give me much time at all. Summer would be quickly turning into autumn and with it my birthday was now only a day away. My parents wanted to do something big, to match the weekend vacation my next door neighbours had given me for my nineteenth birthday. The lodges and Molly’s café were now the bedrock of my relationship with Jess, Rachel and even Molly who had become, in the last twelve months, my best friend… with benefits. I was adamant that it would be a low key affair, my account was now in the red and soon I would be starting to work full time at a local design firm, training to be an architectural consultant and hopefully to have an input in some of the larger projects in the city. It was my chance to make my mark on the world. If I was successful I would be able to afford a wedding and to set up my own home with the girl of my dreams… but which girl? I was sure my parents were colluding with Sophie and Joseph, making secret plans behind my back, but that played into my hands when I was able to spend the whole day and night before my big day with Jessica.

We spent the day at the lake, having an evening meal at our favourite café with Molly and her grandmother before heading back to the lodge I had booked as part of the twin’s nineteenth birthday present. It was still early summer. The nights up in the country park were still cold, and it took several hours for the clear mountain air to warm up after the sun rose each morning, but the location was beyond perfect. The cabin sat on a couple hundred acres of isolated land in the high mountains. There were two other cabins spaced about one hundred metres apart, and then half a mile away, the café and activity centre for the park, lake and mountain. The nearest village was several miles away and sadly, the number of visitors venturing up here was dwindling, so it was common to go days without seeing anyone.

The lodges faced a crystal lake, their front porches facing the water, and forest surrounded the house. Behind the lodges and across the lake were granite mountains. The views were absolutely spectacular and unspoiled. This place had special meaning to us. To all of us. The lodge was an open, two-storied building, with a huge common room, kitchen and master bedroom on the main floor. A staircase along one side of the common room leads to a landing and two smaller bedrooms and a bathroom. One bedroom overlooked the picturesque landscape, the other towards the woods. The front of the cabin was mostly high windows looking out at the lake, mountains and azure sky. It was the most calming and welcoming place I had ever seen. Despite its worn state and the isolation, the lodge did have some of the modern conveniences. It had full electrics, hot running water, a comprehensive kitchen filled with whitegoods and a septic system. Cooking was done on the most awesome wood-fired stove. It was over a hundred years old, but with some careful experimentation, it could bake perfect bread or broil a t-bone or fry eggs. The piece de resistance was the huge fireplace with a crackling fire that was burning. Next to a large rug there sat a small table with a bottle of wine and a basket of cheese and crackers.

Turning to face me Jessica wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. As the two of us kissed Jessica slipped her arms around my back and caressed my skin. I reached down and grabbed Jessica’s butt and held it in my hands. One minute we were kissing and the next we found ourselves locked in each other’s arms on the floor near the fire. Reaching for her top I grabbed it and swept it over Jessica’s head. Jessica smiled coyly as she caressed her breasts and pulled her silky red hair behind her head. I could not resist it any longer. I grabbed Jessica close and kissed her neck. I pulled at the clasp of her bra and it easily fell off. Then I absorbed myself in her soft mass at her chest and grasped one of her nipples with my hand. She groaned at the pain and pleasure she felt. I sucked at the other breast and kissed and caressed until I knew I needed more.

Slipping her arms under my shirt Jessica drew her fingers across my back until I shivered at the touch. She pulled my shirt over my head and tickled my arms gently. I was still absorbed in her soft white breasts, but we were no longer sitting up and had descended gently down on the rug. It was still a bit cold in the room, but the sensation of the fire and her body heat gave us both waves of warmth.

I could feel myself becoming hard in my jeans. I reached under Jessica’s skirt and caressed her thighs. I reached further up until I felt her lacy black underwear that was drenched in her wet pussy. Pulling down her skirt I looked at her beautiful pussy. It was soft and subtle and she was smooth to the touch with a neat triangle of red pubic hair above. Drowning my face into her, I started licking and drinking her female juices. My tongue caressed as I flicked at her clit. Jessica shuddered at the sensation. She was breathing rapidly and groaning at every touch. As her body convulsed, I pushed harder against her clit and she shivered. I raced my tongue over and over in a circle around her clit and Jessica began to climax.

The orgasm lasted for well over a minute, her screaming relentless, probably the first orgasm she’d had all week. I retracted my tongue and held her hips steady, lightly kissing her wet pussy while she caught her breath, her body starting to relax. After she had settled down, I began to softly touch her warm pussy with the tips of my fingers, gently rubbing my nose in her pubic hair. Jessica began to massage her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her little boobies while I tenderly inched my index and middle finger into her precious vagina. My tongue started to play with her bright red clit again, flicking it back and forth, rolling it around, my hand starting to move back and forth. Her faint moans turned to joyful cries in no time, my fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy while I licked and sucked on her clit, sending her into another sweet ecstasy of orgasm. Her body shuddered, stiffened, her voice peaking, hands clasping her beautiful tits while bodily fluids seeped onto my fingers. I slowed down to a stop right along with her, withdrawing my fingers and sucking off her juices as she winded down.

Standing up I met her gaze, her face brightened by a heavenly smile and thankful eyes. I hurriedly unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, releasing my neglected shaft. My penis had been almost entirely stiff for several hours, sore from being caged by a pair of jeans. I slipped off my boxers and revealed my engorged member, glowing bright red and aimed right at Jessica. Her sculpted eyebrows raised and lips curled in a surprised smile before she looked back up at me, awaiting my next move. I felt like I was about to explode, my dick throbbing and my balls tingling in discomfort, crying for relief.

Tenderly parting her gates with my tip, I entered her, inching deeper inside, happy with the noticeable sigh she made when her pussy fully engulfed my rod. I leaned over and kissed her chest and protruding clavicle, pressing her hands above her head with mine. Her knees bent and her calves touched the backs of my thighs, toes pointed toward the ground. I gently thrust my hips to and fro, feeling intense pleasure from her tight hole, as if I was going to burst. Turning her on her side I held her left leg in my arms for stability as I pistoned rhythmically against her. She was still breathing hard and was speechless as I propelled us to the precipice of our climaxes… but before the crechendo engulfed us I turned her on her stomach and caressed Jessica’s lower back softly as I entered her from behind over and over again. Jessica proceeded to rock her pussy back and forth against me. I reached around and squeezed her breasts as I rubbed my thumbs over her long nipples. She was kneeling on the rug with her eyes closed clearly in another dimension sliding her hips back and forth. She had me on edge.

“Oh, Jeff. This is better than anything we’ve had!” she moaned into the couch pillow. I spanked her young ass, making her giggle. Then I gripped her and began fucking her with more speed. “Oh fuck!” the little redhead gasped. I gave her another spank, then went harder. Her pussy was so good, so tight, so wet. I gave it to her hard and deep, showing her how a man fucks his woman. She continued either moaning incoherently or saying “please!” over and over again. I gave her a pounding, then slowed it to deep thrusts again. Her hand slipped down and I felt her rubbing her clit as I fucked her. This inflamed me and I started hammering her again until her tiny frame shook and she came all over my cock.

“Jess… oh Jess…” I repeated over and over again as I slowed.

“Don’t stop!” she pleaded.

I slapped her butt and she cried in pain, rising back up on all fours to press back into me. The sounds of bodies slapping bodies filled the room and Jessica’s small breasts were bouncing rigorously at the movements. The smell of sweat and the aroma of the roaring fire filled our noses. Pushing Jessica down again I flipped her over to face me. I lay down on my back and she quickly straddled me, grabbed ahold of my cock, and lined it up to her pussy. She stopped, looked into my eyes, and sternly said, “When you’re ready… cum inside me.”

Jessica mounted me, my cock disappearing into her. She put her hands on my shoulders and bounced herself up and down like she was on a pogo-stick. She moaned in my face. I thrusted up as she bounced down, giving her maximum penetration while her small titties bounced before my eyes. She placed her soft hands back on my shoulders, as she sunk down on me, allowing me to fill her completely this time. “Fuck” she said softly with eyes closed as she was completely at my base, our pubic hairs matting together like velcro, savouring the feeling of being inside of her.

Her breasts were in front of me, and I kissed them as she began to slowly and gently groove on me once more. As her hips moved up and down over me I held her and reached out to take a breast in my mouth. Just the soft fucking alone was tempting me to crack and cum, but I kept focus and continued to allow her to build up rhythm. She locked her hands on the back of my neck, essentially hugging me to her breasts and allowing me to once again latch on and suckle some more as she began to quicken her pace. Her pussy juices were so hot, and she was tight as can be, and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. This was maddening how hard I had to hold on so as not to bust my nut. I sucked her left breast and Jessica increased her pace as she began to roughly come down on me, swiftly building up her own body’s rush towards a climax. She fucked me harder and faster as I continued the torture to her nipples. Jessica’s tight body was doing a tremendous number on me as I switched to the other tit to suck and nibble upon. I held her ass as she rode me, not caring about cumming anymore.

Jessica was not going to last long. All of my accumulated sucking and playing of her tits had already aroused her tenfold, which seemed to only increase high sex drive. She kept fucking me, nearing closer and closer to climax. She kept pounding her body down onto my cock, furiously as she approached. I wanted to cum just as badly as she did and unlatched from her tits as I took both of them into my hands and gave both of her nipples a torturous yank with my thumb and index fingers, all while Jess gave her final strong thrusts down onto my throbbing cock, sending her into a massive orgasm.

The pleasures of our sexual intercourse were countless. As Jessica came time after time, I groaned in ecstasy at the involuntary convulsions inside her. I pulled her forward and took her left arm. I put it behind her back gently in a hammerlock position, which made it easier to have her lean forward. Then I began bouncing my hips and slamming her young pussy like a champion. “Oh fuck!” she screamed in my ear. I only went faster and harder, drilling her like the young piece of ass she truly was and wanted to be. Cowgirl was her favourite position and I enjoyed the view. “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!” she moaned in my face and ear as I speared her again and again. “Don’t stop!” she begged. I used my free hand to spank her ass hard as I drilled her. “Oh Jeff, fuck me. Fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world for you.” she said huskily.

I let go of her arm and put her on her back again, hitching her legs up and fucking her that way. She ran her hands all over her own body as I fucked her deep. I was moaning loudly now as I felt myself getting closer. I was confident this was already a longer fucking than she had ever had before. So I gave myself to the feeling and let it build. It had seemed like we had been making love for an eternity so I knew I was going to blow like a volcano. She read my face and started saying, “Give it to me, Jeff! Cum for me. Now!” she commanded. Her words were the final push.

Holding myself above her, I felt my body begin to spasm and I knew that the moment was near. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me and crossed behind my rigid buttocks. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, all I could do was feel as a large load swarmed from me. “Oh, fuck,” I mumbled in her ear as my cock spasmed violently inside her, beginning to erupt. I felt her calves press heavily on my ass, pulling me fully inside of her pussy while Jessica moaned at the pleasure. I was groaning hard as my body tingled and shook, warm spunk shooting into her. She placed her loving hands on my back, hugging me tight, my breath heavy on her neck while an unbelievable load poured inside her heavenly vagina. I felt my penis pump what seemed like eight pulses ropes of sperm rich semen into her as she greedily rode her own orgasm, and collected each of my shots.

“Oh my fucking God,” Jessica gasped, as we began to slow down.

There was even a small after-shock tickle in my shaft, and I gripped her shoulders and began to thrust up into her some more before sending a few more shots of cum, experiencing a second, but smaller orgasm. I just found my Cherry Pie so irresistibly sexy and fuckable, that I somehow pulled another one out of nowhere. Jussica just held me tight until after I stopped shaking, the swelling subsiding inside her.

“I’m sorry, I wanted that to last… but I had waited for so long–” I stuttered.

“It’s okay. I loved it. I always love it but I understand. It’s okay,” she consoled, rubbing my back gingerly. Her voice was incredibly soothing, her motherly tone forgiving and kind. “We have all night… and tonight is a very special night. In the morning… you’ll no longer be a teenager. Tomorrow I will make love to a man.”

Her hands gently pushed me away, dislodging my limp cock from her tight pussy as she got down on her knees, using my jeans as a cushion. She sucked as my hard dick slowly relaxed. Her warm red lips tickled my freshly trimmed pubic hair, her fingers gingerly caressing my family jewels. She nuzzled my soft shaft, moving it up and down playfully using only her nose. She held the base of my penis with one hand, running her tongue back and forth along my soft dick, lightly kissing it from time to time. She popped my head into her mouth, lips tight just behind the corona, her tongue flicking and rolling around my tip while her fingers tenderly rubbed my cock, sucking me clean. Then Jessica crawled back up me, resting in position on top of me, her breasts at my mouth. I rested as well, feeling my seed ooze from her pussy and onto my thigh. After another breath, I turned my cheek and began to nurse on the breast in front of me, latching on once more. Jessica smiled down at me, seeing her breast being suckled, very satisfied with the sex, and joked, “you just can’t get enough huh?”

Lying down beside her I held Jessica close in my arms and breathed in her sweet smelling aroma at her neck. Sighing in a calm pleasure I remembered the cozy feeling of our love and how the last two years had brought us together despite everything seemingly being against us. Here I was next to her. It was just the feel, smell, taste of both of us lying close to the beautiful fire raging in the hearth.

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When we went to bed that night we simply kissed and held each other tight. I loved our dates, especially the ones up here at the lodges, and this one was something special; it didn’t need a sexual element to it to make it any better so when we went to bed together we actually went to sleep, cuddling, completely in love with each other. It wasn’t even midnight when Jessica woke me up with a start. She looked at the clock and mumbled something about there still being time left so I closed my eyes. I felt the nineteen-year-old shift closer to me and place a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help but stir a little and Jessica drew back a little, hoping that I would wake up. But I was feigning sleep hoping she would get the message… tomorrow was going to be my birthday… tomorrow was the time for ‘special’ things. Jessica got a little bolder and pressed her lips a little tightly onto mine. Her tongue entered into my mouth and she became more explorative and intensified the kiss. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that I could sleep through this! She felt me waking up as I cupped her face and traced her lower lip before pulling apart.

“What time is it?” I asked as I flipped on the bedside lamp. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not your birthday yet… Plenty of time for me to do something…” cooed Jessica seductively against my ear, making me groan.

“And what would that be?” I asked, as Jessica climbed and stretched on top of me.

“I want you,” whispered Jessica into my ear and nipped my earlobe with her tongue.

“Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. We have to pack up here and we promised we would get back home in good time. Go to sleep, Jessica,” I murmured, smiling up at her, as I shifted my face out of her reach.

“I don’t want to sleep. I want you to make love to me while we are both still teenagers,” sighed Jessica, pouting.

“Jessica…” I said as a warning but she was busy throwing the duvet on the floor and kissing every part of my exposed flesh. I wriggled beneath her, she was surprisingly agile and strong for someone of such slight build and when I struggled she raked her nails across my chest. I groaned and held her steady as she pinched my nipples and tugged at them with her mouth. She placed a flurry of kisses across my midriff and abdomen. Her fingers spread on my chest and she gave me a small, curious caress, feeling my muscles.

“I like touching you…” said Jessica as her hands traveled further down south and reached my pyjama bottoms.

“Can’t you wait until the morning?” I asked as I held Jessica’s hands. “Maybe we could–”

“No! Please do this for me? I can’t wait,” shrieked Jessica as I smiled at the desperation in her voice. “Timing is important. You don’t know how I feel right now!”

“Trust me, I know,” I said as I stroked my thumb across her cheek. I pulled her mouth towards my and traced a path from her jaw to her chin. “I have been feeling the same all night,” I confessed as I took the soft skin of her breast to my lips and sucked at it, making Jessica moan.

“Then why didn’t you… make it… special? I’m ready for commitment. I’m not a naïve, young teenager,” grumbled Jessica as she looked at me. I didn’t completely miss her point. 

Since the heart-to-heart with her twin sister Jessica seemed desperate for us to make our relationship official. Jessica now wanted what Ellen had wanted before her; to promise ourselves to each other, an engagement, sacred vows, a wedding… even babies. Rachel wanted that too… for her sister… but I wanted that with her. It was complicated… but I was readying myself… and a proposal would happen. The only certainty in my mind was that I was going to marry one of the twins… I couldn’t live without her… them! But to marry Jess… would mean to forsake Rachel. We all knew it needed to happen though… and it would. But the timing had to be right. We had the rest of our lives and I wasn’t ready to make one beautiful sister happy at the cost of the other.

“Shh… I know you’re not naïve. But we are still teenagers, tonight. Tomorrow I’m twenty. In just over a month I’ll be working for a living. I’ll save! I’m never leaving you Jessica. I love you! We have all the time in the world,” I whispered as I held her close, “and I wanted to give you both some time to adjust to the idea…”

“Adjust? Have you gone nuts?” she screamed, “I was made for you. Meant for you! Today at the café I was so sure you were going to propose… You are so old school,” teased Jessica before dipping her hands back into the waistband of my pyjamas. 

“There’s no rush,” I pleaded, “I need to think of your sister… how she would feel and your Mom and Dad. This next year is going to be huge for me… I’m a father now even though that’s a huge secret your Mom and Dad want to keep… and I appreciate that. But it’s still a huge responsibility. I am ready to commit to you Jessica but… I need to find a way of making it right for Rachel. I don’t want our happiness to come at the expense of pain for your sister. I am not going to hurt her. Ever.”

“Do you want to know something?” she asked, suddenly stopping what she was doing. She sat on my legs and looked into my eyes, her eyes were glassy, tears were forming. “That’s why I can’t help but love you. You always… infuriating as it is… ALWAYS think of others. You always think of my sister’s feelings… even my parent’s. It’s… adorable, you’re such a considerate lover. But… You know how it hurts more when you try to remove a plaster slowly, well this is going to be the same thing, and one quick, sharp pain is better than a lot of smaller pains.”

“You’ve said that before,” I said, remembering the time I took her virginity.

“I’m wise beyond my years,” she laughed, “and horny as hell!” She tugged my pyjama bottoms down and my erection sprang out of its confinement. I lifted my hips and she tugged the pants out of the way.

“Can I…?” asked Jessica earnestly as she brought her hand towards my cock.

“Like I really have a choice? I am all yours, Jess…” and she wrapped her fingers around my hardening manhood. I groaned at the exquisite sensation as Jessica cupped my balls and licked them. I flinched and moaned again when her pink tongue flicked out to swirl around the head. Her lips parted, and she slowly slid her mouth over the tip, down the base until I lodged against the back of her throat. My hand tightened in her hair as I arched myself into her. She made the sweetest sucking sounds as her mouth worked up and down. Her tongue felt like a velvet glide, slightly rough, hot. She eased her lips up from the base until the head popped out of her mouth with a wet sucking noise. She then straightened up, her firm breasts simmered in the dim light. I raised my hand and cupped them. Jessica leaned into me, seeking my touch. I rolled her onto her back and stretched myself on top of her. I sought her mouth for a long, deep and eating kiss, which made them both breathless.

“You’re only going to be nineteen for a few more minutes…,’ gasped Jessica as I slowly dragged my fingers over her shoulder, down her chest and across her stiffened nipple.

“I should be saving my energy for tomorrow…,’ I whispered as I suckled at the soft skin of her neck and breathed in the faint smell of her shampoo. I stroked her mouth with a fingertip and asked, “Can’t this wait until morning?”

“No, it can’t,” Jessica smiled then moaned as I latched onto her nipple and tugged it while my hand pumped and squeezed the other breast. She held me closer and urged me to continue. I left her nipple and traced a path to the other nipple. She squirmed and shifted, guiding me. She arched her hips as I nibbled and suckled. I placed feather-light kisses across her stomach and nibbled my way towards her navel. I settled between her thighs and parted them. I placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, making her shiver and tremble. She thrust her hips forward, seeking my touch. I held her steady and placed a kiss above her crotch. Her rich, musky scent filled my nostrils.

“Please…,” groaned Jessica. I traced either side of her vagina, feeling her labia swell and open. Then I inserted my finger and stretched her. She was hot, sleek and wet.

“You are so hot… so tight,” I said softly and pushed my finger in and out as Jessica thrust her hips. I flicked her clitoris with my thumb. Jessica clutched the sheets as a million sensations traveled through her.

“Mmmm… you’re almost there…” I murmured confidently in her ear as I licked her ear lobe and nibbled at it. I used two fingers inside her, exploring her folds, feeling her vaginal walls gripping at my invading digits, urging me on. I bent and kissed her pussy lips making her moan. I increased the pace and soon, Jessica shattered into an orgasm. I held her close and whispered sweet and soft things against her ear, which just made it even more special. Jessica wasn’t having any of it though, with her eye on the clock she quickly scooted down the bed and swallowed my penis, whole.

“I won’t last long if you don’t stop doing that…,” I grunted as Jessica grazed her teeth across my erection. Jessica shrugged her shoulders and continued with her ministrations. I groaned as she swirled her tongue across my head and licked it. Never had I imagined in my wildest dreams that the sweet and innocent girl with whom I had fallen in love, would be giving me the best blow-job of my life on the cusp of my twentieth birthday. I cursed and swore and pulled away from Jessica. I pulled her towards me and kissed her fiercely, devouring her. “You are a naughty little minx, I know what you’re up to,” I scowled as Jessica giggled and she pressed herself closer to me, seeking my touch and warmth. I rummaged through the chest of drawers in the nightstand.

“What are you looking for?” asked Jessica as she ran her fingers idly across my chest.

“Protection,” I said.

“I’m on the pill,” said Jessica softly. “I don’t ever want to use one.”

“Hmmmm…. Did you know Rachel isn’t on birth control anymore?” I said as I ran my fingers across her arms giving her goose-bumps. She shivered when my fingers moved towards her spine and traced a lazy pattern. Jessica moaned as I squeezed her backside affectionately.

“Really? Wow… she’s kept that a secret from me!” Jessica’s eyes were wide, “Do you think… she wants to get pregnant?”

“I think she’s worried I am going to commit to you… and she wants… to make ties between us. She saw Ellen try and fail to do the same thing. She has seen how I am with your Mom… when she tried and succeeded. I love Sophie… I will be a part of my son’s life even if he never knows I’m his Daddy. She has learned how to make those loving ties possible… in an impossible situation.”

Jessica looked pensive, “Will you be careful… with Rachel? At least in the short term?”

“I will, if I can find a way to tell you apart,” I ran my fingers through Jessica’s hair looking for the white strands. Finding them I relaxed. At least this was Jessica.

“When I make you a Daddy, our children will know who you are.”

“Until then… I need to use a condom. I am in no rush to make any more babies at the moment,” I laughed but Jessica just smiled, a mischievous sparkle appearing in her eyes.

“Make me yours,” Jessica whispered seductively and stroked my nipple with her tongue. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her lazily. My lips skated downward to her neck and then over the slope of her shoulder. I moved, lowering my body so that my lips found her breasts. For several long seconds, I lazily tongued the rigid peaks and then marked a wet trail with my tongue down her midline to her belly. She tensed when my mouth found her soft femininity, the very essence and core of her womanhood. She arched into me helplessly, seeking more of my touch. I chuckled and gave her another soft nuzzle.

“Please,” Jessica begged, “There’s not much time… I can’t…”

“I want you to be ready for me, my love,” I said as I trailed a finger over her damp flesh.

“I’m ready. I want you inside me, no condom. Now!” She commanded huskily.

I took up position on top of her, holding myself up on my arms, spreading her legs and fitting myself to her in one deft movement. My penis found the heat of her vagina and zeroed in on her pussy. Within a second my cock head was nuzzling in between her labia, breaking through the slight resistance. For a moment, Jessica went rigid with shock. Her eyes flew open and she tried to pull me into her but my lips found hers and I kissed her tenderly, in a gesture of reassurance. I took my time, lavishing kisses and caresses over every inch of her exposed skin. I urged her to wrap her legs around me, opening her up completely. I cupped her to me and flexed my hips inside her, making her moan. Then I began to make love to my girlfriend with slow, deep and long strokes that made her ache for more. She looked at me and found my eyes full of tenderness, love and softness.

“Kiss me,” said Jessica softly as she surrendered to me completely. I sought her lips into a long kiss, making Jessica’s heart swell with love. I thrust my hips into her, alternating it with slow strokes, making Jessica frenzy with need. I knew that she was close but I didn’t lose my finesse. Jessica wanted this time to be memorable and I was duty bound to make it so. There would always be another time for wild, down-and-dirty, hot monkey sex. 

Jessica’s hips met my every thrust. She raked her fingernails across my shoulders, marking me. She enveloped me completely and I was snug inside her warm, slick and wet flesh. I increased the pace and she moved her hips and clenched her muscles, pulling me deeper into her. She couldn’t hold on anymore as she succumbed to the winding pleasure building inside her and went over the edge. Her spasming vagina overstimulated my sensitive penis and I felt the familiar rush begin in my nut sacs. I held her tightly as I stiffened above her, drawing in one last breath as I slammed into her a few more times. When I reached the point of no return, I didn’t pull out of her. Instead, I pressed my groin against her fluttering vagina, making sure that every inch of me was inside her. My cock expanded within her tight confines and the first blast of my pearlescent seed was launched from me and into her. Jessica quivered beneath me my penis jerked violently, and the thickest wad of cum ever shot like a bullet out and splattered hard off the back of Jessica’s defenseless vagina. Immediately, my cock pulsated again, spraying another hot load of semen deep inside her womb. I ground himself against her, my sex organ jerking over and over as it blasted my potent seed into Jessica’s unprotected pussy again and again.

“Ohhhhh…” Jessica moaned into my mouth, her smooth legs squeezing me tight. She could feel my penis spasming inside her and her body glowed with the knowledge that I was delivering my sperm into her welcoming, perhaps even fertile body.

I felt Jessica kissing at my mouth, but I was too busy shooting cum into her pussy to notice. It was the most violent, passionate orgasm I had ever had. I could feel a thick rope of sticky cum leave my cock each time it jerked and I knew that it was filling her spasming vagina. Finally, my load slowed to a trickle and I was able to catch Jessica’s lips with mine and we snogged happily. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless kissing as the last of my semen attempted to inseminate her teenage body. Her legs squeezed and held me tight, making sure everything was kept inside her. My girlfriend pushed her tongue into my mouth, holding me in place. She kissed me hard, squeezing my neck with excitement.

“Mmmmm…” she purred as I softened inside her. As our kissing slowed, she felt me begin to pull out of her but pulled me in tighter with her feet. I gathered her softly towards me, almost crushing her to me while I murmured sweet endearments which fell against her ears, some understood while some slipped away. I dropped my forehead to hers, their lips just an inch apart as I dragged in deep breaths. She tilted her chin upward so that her nose brushed against me, and then our lips met in a sweet kiss that I felt to my soul. 

Jessica continued to kiss me as I recovered from the orgasmic bliss she had bestowed upon me. I saw her look at the clock and then shifted, easing my body from hers. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered. I watched her lazily from the bed as she walked towards my wardrobe and began fishing around inside for something. The alarm bells in my head might have been ringing but I was too high on endorphins to care. She returned a moment later with a small rectangular box in her hand. Not any box. THE box. Shit! I sat up and reached for her, shaking in panic. She just smiled and pulled me close to her as she stroked my cheek. 

“What is this?” she asked as I looked down at the box in her hand. Fuck! Don’t answer. Don’t open it. Don’t… “It’s okay. I know what it is…” Jessica whispered, a tear in her eye. 

“How…”

“I know you too well it seems.” She looked at the clock again. It was midnight. “Happy birthday my love. No… don’t say anything–”

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 her wetness 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. “It seems… I have a present for you…” She moaned, pressing her sopping centre against my wet penis whilst staring at the tiny box. Mustering all the courage she could, Jessica looked at me and seemed to be murmuring a small prayer. I looked at Jessica in complete shock. Suddenly terrified she might look in the little box. I wanted to say so much. I wanted her to to think of her sister. I wanted my grand romantic moment on some tropical beach, down on one knee…

“I… what…?” I stammered softly as she moved a little further away. “Jessica?” I  said, unable to comprehend the situation before me.

“I know that this might be awkward for you,” said Jessica as she looked at me. I urged her to go on. “It’s only been a couple of years but it seems like I have known you forever. I love you with all my heart and I love you more than anything else in this world. Life has been a wonderful journey so far with you. You mean the world to me and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Jessica got down on her knees beside me, opened my little box and presented it to me. FUCK! I peeked into it and stared at the card which had the following message scribbled on it,

“I cannot think of anything more perfect and wonderful than being your wife. Will you marry me?”

In the box was the ring I had bought for Jessica, and beside it, another ring… simpler… larger. Jessica looked at me and I smiled back at her. I pulled her up, cuddled her and whispered against her ear, “I love you, Jessica. Nothing seems complete without you and yes, I will marry you.” Hearing my reply, Jessica launched herself at me, planting wild and frisky kisses all over me.

Finally, she pulled away from me. Tears welled up in her eyes as I picked up the tiny box and turned it around to face her. Rachel had told her about the ring. Obviously! This was all part of their plan. She had found it and added her own ring… for me. This wasn’t a tropical beach but I knew what I had to do. I climbed out of bed, went down on one knee and proclaimed;

“Jessica… will you marry me?”

She couldn’t respond. Her face was crying happy tears. I removed her ring and presented it to her and she held out her finger to accept it. The diamond glittered as I took the ring and placed it on Jessica’s finger.

“I bought the ring a few weeks back. I–I wanted you to complete college before popping the question. I wanted Rachel to know I wasn’t forsaking her. But–But seems like–”

“Rachel knows… this was her idea. Jeff? I love you, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!” she murmured against my lips, silencing me. She took the second ring from the box and I held out my hand as she slotted it in place. I was going to marry this wondrous redheaded creature. It was my destiny. “And now for your birthday gift,” said Jessica as she retrieved a small parcel and a card from beneath the bed. “Happy birthday!”

I unwrapped the parcel. Inside it was a small book. ‘A small gift for someone really special …’ said the front cover of the scrapbook. Jessica snuggled closer to me as I opened the stuffed pages. I looked at all the souvenirs that Jessica had collected; the receipt for our ice cream, the pool party entry entry ticket, the invite to the engagement party where Ellen and Jerome had met their match, the café bill of our first date, leaves from beneath the tree in the park, a pebble from the lake, our first movie ticket, the tissue on which I had scribbled my number in a hurry, cute little messages indicating how much I meant to her and countless pictures of us together. The last one being of me, her sister and her Mom and Dad. It was titled ‘Family’ There were literally hundreds of pages and the last page in the scrapbook ended with the line ‘to the man who makes each day of my life a beautiful one, the next book we make together’. On the back cover of the scrapbook, she had our initials calligraphed.

I looked at Jessica who was running her fingers over the letters. I knew that she might have spent weeks over it. None of my friends or ex-girlfriends had done something so amazing and beautiful for me. I was overwhelmed as I looked at the wonderful girl I had in my life as my vision blurred with tears. “Do you like it?” asked Jessica as she looked at me expectantly.

“Nothing I can ever do will ever match up with what you have done for me today. This will always be my best birthday. Thank you for everything and most importantly, thank you for choosing me. I love you and I always will,” I said as I kissed her forehead.

“You are welcome and I love you too, forever…” whispered Jessica as she allowed me to cuddle her.

________

My eyes slowly opened. The bright sunlight filtered in through the thin white curtains hanging down over the bedroom window. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light. I hadn’t slept that well in months, years even. I felt totally rested and refreshed. I looked over to the clock on my nightstand; 9am. Damn. Even for a Saturday, that was pretty late. Although it was my birthday and I hadn’t fallen asleep until much later than normal. I stretched my arms and legs out taking a big yawn, and relaxed back. I don’t think I had ever appreciated how soft these sheets were. Molly had obviously taken some tips from Sophie and invested in new bedding for the lodge. It felt luxurious. Jessica was facing away from me. Her long red hair rested on the sheets, a few stray strands clinging to her glistening back. I ran my fingers over her soft hair, gently tucking it into her back so I wouldn’t lie on top of it. I moved closer to the nineteen-year-old, my eyes following the curve of her spine down to her perfect, shapely butt. I put my hand on her side, just beneath her ribcage, and ran it all the way down to her upper thigh. My fingers wandered lower, coming to a rest on her butt. She was still asleep, I thought. I nuzzled up right behind her, the warmth of our bodies huddled together almost stifling. My hand moved back up, and I gently wrapped my arm around her, right below her breasts. I bowed my head down and lightly kissed her neck, admiring how perfectly soft and freckled her skin was. My head fell back on the pillow, some of her soft hair just barely tickling the stubble on my cheeks.

“I love you so much,” I whispered. My eyelids were heavy again, and I felt myself drifting back to sleep. I was in complete bliss. I never wanted to leave this moment.

She stirred slightly, her butt pressing against my abdomen. “I love you too.”

My eyes opened again, the clock indicated that almost an hour had passed. This time, Jessica was staring right back at me. “Hey,” she whispered. “You’re awake. Happy birthday!”

“Yeah,” I replied. She was facing me this time, her naked lithe body on display. My head rested on one of my hands; the other was on the sheets. Her hand was intertwined with my own, her thumb lightly brushing on the back.

“I was almost afraid that it was a dream,” she said with a small smile, playing with the ring on her finger. God, that smile and those dazzling green eyes could make the whole world melt away.

“I’m still here,” I responded, looking at my own ring. I moved my free hand to her forearm, slowly rubbing up and down.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, just staring into each other’s eyes. Nothing else existed in that moment. Just us. Not her sister, not her mother, or my unfinished assignments or anything else in the whole world. Just us. She moved her head forward, and I picked up the cue, tilting my head and kissing her softly, our mouths barely touching. I wanted to savor that moment forever, those soft lips, her insatiable scent, that butterfly feeling in my heart like I had just fallen in love again. She pulled away after a few seconds, resting her head back on the pillow. We were just a few inches apart, our noses practically touching. I moved my hand up further along her arm, still just gently rubbing her perfect skin. I could feel the small goosebumps gather where I touched.

“Should we talk? About last night?” I tepidly asked. I didn’t want to ask that. It meant exiting this little cocoon of ours, where nothing else mattered. It meant stepping back into the real world and facing the consequences of what we had just done.

“I don’t really want to yet,” she said with a smile. She had the most adorable little dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. Much to my chagrin, they disappeared as her face became more serious. “But we probably need to.”

“I just….” I paused, trying to find my words. “I just don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Of course not,” she responded. “I think I just needed to give you a gentle push…”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I was trying to do the right thing… find the right moment… you found it for me and I don’t think there’s anything in my life I’ve regretted less.”

“How do you think I felt?” she said with a smile. “We both said a lot of things last night,” Her hand was inching closer to me on the sheets, closer to my cock. I was already partially erect; just looking at her was more than enough to make me hard.

“Jessica, I’m being serious,” I said. I was looking straight into her eyes, melting away at that warm gaze. “Aren’t we too young?”

She looked back at me without answering, letting my words linger in the air. I wasn’t sure if she really didn’t know the answer, or if maybe she was just afraid of admitting it. Either way, my heart beat faster with each passing moment. Her face was wracked with tension. She bit down on her lower lip. “I knew you were the one as soon as I saw you.” she finally said. My heart fluttered, and a smile beamed across my face.

“You have no idea how happy I am that you said that.”

“I think I have some idea,” she replied. “I have a ring on my finger this morning.”

“All I want is you.”

“All I want is you… back inside of me,” she whispered back.

Before I could say anything else, Jessica moved her hands to my chest and pushed me onto my back. Just as quickly, she swung a leg over me and straddled my crotch. My cock was now fully erect, the bulbous pink head shimmering with pre-cum. She reached down with one hand. Her fingers wrapped around the head of my cock, sending sparks through my body. She had me like putty in her hands. Slowly, she worked her hand down my shaft, gripping just a little bit tighter as she moved down to the base. My whole cock was shiny with pre-cum as she rubbed it in, making her way back up to the top. Jessica let go of my dick, staring at it still standing straight up of its own accord. She giggled a little bit.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she responded. She ran her hand down the length of my cock again. “It’s just so weird.”

“What do you mean?”

Jessica shifted forward a little bit, touching her pussy lips against my shaft. I could feel the slight dampness adorning her slit, telling me she was just as turned on as me.

“It’s just….” Jessica paused. She ground her hips down a little so she was sitting on top of me. My dick was pressed flat against my stomach, squished firmly between my torso and her labia. She leaned over so her long red hair hung down, the ends just tickling the stubble on my cheeks. The morning glow shining through her hair made it appear blonde, almost the same colour as her mother’s, actually. Her face was framed in the light perfectly; she was so fucking beautiful. “This has been in every female member of my family… and I’m the one who gets to keep it forever,” she continued.

“Well how am I supposed to feel about that?” I asked, half-sarcastically, but also still wanting to make sure that she was okay with what we had done. Jessica moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips along the length of my cock. She bent down further, her face now just a few inches from my own.

“I think you can figure it out,” she responded, in a barely-audible whisper.

Our gazes were locked as I stared deep into her dazzling green eyes. The summer sunlight coming through the curtains amplified the stunning colour even more. Her eyes seemed to grow bigger the longer I focused on them, until they encompassed my whole world. I felt enraptured, almost hypnotized by them. In that moment, I was Jessica’s slave. I would do anything for her. Jessica bowed her head down to meet mine and planted a soft kiss on my lips, breaking the hold of her trance on me. Her hips kept moving, slowly gyrating and grinding on my cock. Her hardened clitoris rubbed against my sensitive head as she shifted back and forth, back and forth. I was rock-hard, ready to burst at any moment, even though I wasn’t even inside her. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, feeling the small bumps on her skin as my fingers played over her warm flesh. All of a sudden Jessica sat back up quickly, betraying the incredibly relaxed and tender pace she had established. She shifted her hips back so she was resting on my upper thighs, finally freeing my cock and letting it spring out, pointed straight up at the ceiling. 

Jessica’s eyes were glued to my penis, watching the beads of pre-cum leak out and drip down my engorged pink crown. She bit on her lower lip ever so slightly, a look of burning lust washing over her whole face. She reached out with both hands and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She started jerking me off again, moving her hands up and down my shaft in a corkscrew motion. I groaned and felt my nuts tighten. Jessica looked down at my erection again and slowed the stroking of her hands, seemingly realising the full effect she had been having on me. She looked a little disappointed that she had to stop.

“Well, we can’t be having that just yet,” she said. She let go of my manhood entirely and crawled back up the bed on all fours so she was even with me, towering over my supine body.

She settled down so she was lying on top of me and brought her mouth to mine. We kissed again, just gently at first. Our lips crept open, both of us accepting the other’s tongues as our mouths engaged in the playful and lustful dance of a French kiss. My rough hands played over my fiancé’s body, starting by gripping her tight, firm ass. I ventured further up, over her ribcage, before both hands slid to the small of her back. I wrapped Jessica up tighter in a hug, pulling her body completely against mine. Her small, perky breasts pressed against my chest, her protruding nipples brushing up against my chest hair and continuing to harden at the friction. She slithered over me until our sex organs came into contact, straddling my hips. Holding my dick with one hand, she slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. I couldn’t believe how warm, wet and tight she was. Once I was all the way in, she lowered her lips to mine and we shared a long deep tongue kiss, then she began to rise and lower herself on my hard cock. “Oh, this always feels soooo good.” She soon settled into a nice rhythm. She would lean forward so I could suck on her tits, then lean back so I could rub her clit as she rode my cock. I could feel her juices dribbling down my balls. It wasn’t that long before she said, “Are you going to cum inside me, birthday boy? I’m so close.” Then I could feel her pussy tighten around my dick as she climaxed again. Her warm juices soaked my balls.

“I’m almost… there!” I hissed. I was close and as always, her climaxing fluttering vagina sent me over the edge. I thrust my hips up and unleashed my pearlescent seed into her welcoming pussy. I could feel my cock spasm five or six times as I shot load after load of fresh sperm into Jessica’s fiery pussy.

As we both began to breathe normally again, Jessica slid off my cock and down my body. She took my deflating dick into her mouth and gave it an expert tongue bath. We kissed for a few minutes, basking in the late morning sun and enjoying the rising heat from our bodies. Pressed right up against each other, I could already feel sweat begin to develop on my brow. Our mouths disentangled for just a moment, and Jessica let out a long sigh.

“I fucking love you,” I said.

“I love fucking you,” she replied with a wide smile on her face and dipped down for another kiss. Her tongue snaked out and traced over my lips before diving back into my mouth and intertwining with my own tongue. Just as quickly as she had leaned in, she pulled away, her teeth tugging slightly at my lower lip before releasing. I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, keeping her at least partially in my embrace. I knew it was time to broach the forbidden subject. The one we were both avoiding.

“What about your sister?” I asked, cuddling into her, worrying for the other woman in my life. We lay in silence for a few moments, the weight of the previous night’s events still gradually sinking in and bursting the honeymoon bubble we had secluded ourselves in. “What are we going to do?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. I turned my head to look at Jessica again. She was curled up on her side, gazing back at me.

“I don’t know,” she answered candidly.

“I better get dressed, my parents want to make a fuss and we will need to stop by the café to settle things with Molly and her grandmother. They moved mountains to make sure we had a reservation for this weekend. I’m sure your Mom and Rachel had something to do with it.” 

It suddenly struck me that this could have all been prearranged. All of it. Rachel knew I had a ring. Jessica knew I was going to propose. Sophie will have known by default and told her husband and my parents. My Mom and Dad suddenly letting me head up here with Jessica instead of making a big birthday fuss back home seemed very suspicious. They insisted I come straight back home though… to celebrate more than my birthday?

I reached over to the nightstand and checked the time on the clock. “Holy shit, it’s almost eleven already.”

“Oh dear,” Jessica laughed.

“Shit, I haven’t slept in this late in years. Never on my birthday!”

“That’s because you’re an old man now,” she teased.

Half an hour later, after we packed the car for our return journey, we strolled up to the café. Jessica fixated on her engagement ring, just glowing.

“Let’s say goodbye to Molly and get something light to eat,” I suggested.

“Jeff, I’ll go anywhere with you. Forever,” and she kissed me deep and passionate.

We got inside and our pretty host led us to our table. Jessica began crying again when Molly noticed the sparkling diamond on her finger. Molly, always inquisitive and fearless, looked at the ring, looked at me, looked at Jess, then back to the ring before beaming and addressing us both, “Jeff, what did you do?”

I smiled and said, “Not much, just gave my girl an engagement ring,” and Jessica held her hand in the air, showing off the ring.

Molly erupted in screams of joy. Molly’s grandmother appeared and was overjoyed. Pretty soon everyone at the café was hugging us; Molly shook my hand and gave me a big, sloppy congratulatory kiss. All the women gathered around Jessica’s hand to inspect the ring. Molly’s grandmother disappeared and then reappeared with a bottle of champagne and glasses for everyone, and congratulated us. Jessica was crying and hugging while Molly was cussing me out for keeping it a secret from her; at least she had been kept out of the loop.

Champagne was poured and Molly’s grandmother toasted us and congratulated everyone. I got everyone’s attention and thanked them for being with us to share in our happiness while Jessica and Molly stood up and sandwiched me, smothering me in kisses. Molly whispered in my ear, “Next time we’re together, I’m going to fuck you silly.” and kissed me.

Once all the noise died down, we ordered dinner and had a wonderful meal with lots of chatter and laughter. It was certainly an occasion to remember. After lunch we all said our goodbyes, Jessica and I began our journey back home.

“Jeff, I don’t know what I did to be blessed to find you, but I’m so glad I did. You have no idea how wonderful this weekend has been, but also all my time with you. I can’t wait to be married to you!”

I smiled and said, “I feel exactly the same way. I’m so lucky to have you, so blessed that you want to marry me. I’m just so damn lucky!”

She leaned over and kissed me, then whispered in my ear, “Sometimes you do get lucky. Hurry up and get us home. Let’s share our news with our families then, tonight, I’m taking you to bed and I will absolutely fuck your brains out. Then we will both get lucky,” and she bit my earlobe — hard.

When we arrived home the house was filled with people, family and friends, all there to help celebrate my birthday. I was twenty now, no longer a teenager, that big hurdle from young adult to grown man. It had always been kind of fun sharing birthdays with my parents but today… Today marked something else, and to be honest, I was going to be happy if Jessica became the centre of attraction rather than me. After the obligatory chorus of “Happy Birthday,” I was immediately set upon by everyone and Jessica stepped aside, hiding her hands and her ring, but unable to hide her smile. I soon realised that her guilty smile was repeated on a number of faces; Sophie and Joseph… my Mom and Dad… and Rachel: they did know! They just smiled knowingly at Jessica whose green eyes sparkled brighter than any diamond. But to their credit none of them made any moves towards her, they were allowing me to have centre stage.

It was Rachel who caved first, drifting ever closer to her sister, desperate to hear every detail of my proposal. Other than minor personality differences, Rachel and Jessica were identical; same long red hair, slender upturned noses, and big green eyes that could melt your heart. So, the party was in full swing, music playing loudly, and everyone milling about, drinking and eating cake. Joseph and I were standing on the back deck, having a deep conversation about whether we could finish the loft space ourselves or hire someone in to do the electrics. You know, the kind of male bonding you would expect at a birthday party. My eyes were on Jess as she dragged her sister into the kitchen and stealthily showed her twin the engagement ring. Rachel’s eyes widened, then began to glisten, and seconds later they were sobbing into each other’s arms.

They quickly regained their composure and, staring into each other’s eyes, they probably shared a very deep telepathic conversation the way they always did. A minute or so later, with brave smiles, they marched back into the front room to mingle with guests. Rachel though took a trajectory that led directly to me. This was it. This was what I had been dreading. She might have made herself and her twin sister believe that she was conceding me to her, but she hadn’t convinced me. And I felt like I was about to break her heart… and mine.

“Happy Birthday! Smile! You’re a very lucky boy,” Rachel laughed, nudging me in the ribs. “By the way… I’ve seen it. It’s beautiful. You win.”

“We both won.” I added regretfully, knowing fine well that Rachel had almost certainly lost.

“I think that’s enough.” Jessica said, moving up beside me slipping her arm around my waist and steering me from her sister. “Today is all about you my love.”

I glanced over at Rachel, who was smiling wickedly and making an obscene gesture.

“I saw that, Rachel.” Jessica said, still half dragging me back toward the house. “Let’s go inside. It’s time you opened your gifts.”

We walked into the living room, and the twins guided each of me to the sofa as they shouted to everyone that it was time for me to open gifts. The room was filled with people as the women brought over the presents and laid them out before me. Then my Mom and Dad walked in carrying a huge, wrapped… surfboard. There was no denying it. That was definitely a surfboard. I unwrapped it to a chorus of giggles and indeed it was a full sized board with some extra attachments on the top… for a sail. 

“A windsurfer!” I exclaimed, “Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.” 

My excitement levels shot up. I could take this to the lake and learn how to windsurf. The fun and adventures to be had!

“You spend so much time at the lake. We thought you might want to give some water sports a try. You haven’t done anything sporty since you left school!” My Mom said. 

She was right. The only thing keeping me fit these days was trying to balance the needs of three women… soon to be just one. My heart sank. Sophie and Joseph approached next with what was clearly a roof rack.

“Not the most glamorous of gifts but… you’re going to need to transport your new board to the lake,” she said, her face still beaming with joy.

“I’d be happy to help you fit it.” Joseph said, “I have a friend who I could ask to give you some lessons if you like? You’re in for a treat.”

I looked from Joseph to Rachel, then to Jessica. “Thank you both. You have so many connections. This is too much… thank you.”

“We are going to give you our presents later… in private, if you don’t mind?” Suggested Rachel from beside me.

“But you’re welcome to open our cards.” The twins announced together as the room giggled at their synchronicity.

“Here, open mine first,” instructed Jessica.

I did. The inscription inside read:

Happy Birthday!

To the owner of my most radiant smile, the bearer of the warmest embrace: My life transformed the moment you arrived. You brought light to my darkest days, serenity to my chaos, and the undeniable truth that love is worth cherishing. I feel incredibly blessed and happy to have you as my boyfriend. You fill my life with joy in ways I never imagined possible. I promise to love you more with each passing day, showering you with love to always remind you of how special you are. So far, every moment we’ve spent together has been awesome. But I promise you that the best is yet to come. Thank you for being the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you with all my heart!

All my love, forever and a day. Your Cherry Pie,

Jessica xox

“Forever and a day. Until death do us part…” Her voice filled my ears as my heart felt warmed by her loving words. I closed my eyes tightly as I held this woman who was always there for me. 

“Thank you Jess, I love you so much.” I muttered out, trying to hold my tears back as I sniffled. Jessica was my life. And now I was going to make her my wife.

“Now open mine,” commanded Rachel.

I opened the envelope and pulled out an equally impressive looking card. As I opened it a photograph fell out onto my lap. I picked it up. It was a photo of Rachel in sheer negligee’. Written across the bottom were the words; Always yours, anytime, anywhere! I picked up the photo, and held it in shaking hands as I read the inscription in the card;

Your love is the steady beat in the soundtrack of my life, and I can’t imagine this journey without you. Thank you for being partner in laughter, my support in tough times, and the one who knows me better than I know myself. The way you make even the mundane moments special is a constant reminder of your thoughtfulness. Here’s to many more shared dreams, late-night rendezvous, and moments that make our hearts skip a beat. You’re not just my boyfriend; you’re my best friend and my greatest adventure.

Happy Birthday,

Rachel xx 

“That’s so sweet… Thank you, Rachel. But, uhm ..” I started, trying not to draw attention to the semi-nude photo of her in my hand.

“Let me see that!” Jessica giggled, snatching the photo from my hand.

Her face went red as she looked at the picture. She handed it over to her Mom, and turned around to face me and her father who began to chuckle.

“That’s not fair,” Jess growled, ignoring her father’s laughter.

“For Christ sake Jessica, it was just a picture… he gets you in real life. I don’t want him to forget what I look like.” Rachel said as everyone fell about laughing.

“Yeah, right.” Jessica replied, glancing from her mother to me and back. ” I see the way you look at him. You’re nothing but a tramp,” she joked.

“Look.” Rachel responded quietly with a huge grin n her face, “If I wanted to fuck your husband to be I would certainly not broadcast it in front of the whole neighborhood. I’d just grab him and haul him off to a bedroom and screw him senseless!”

“You–you–you wouldn’t dare!” Jessica gasped, her hands clenching over her face.

“Alright, that’s enough,” I said, starting to rise from my seat to thank my other guests.

“Stay out of this,” Sophie cautioned me as the twins began to stare at each other. “They need to get this out of their system. This has been coming for a while. Don’t worry. Let this play out…”

“Like I said, if I wanted him, I’d just take him.” Rachel said, glancing over at me.

“You wouldn’t… not now. He wouldn’t…” Jessica said her hands were clenching and unclenching.

“I wouldn’t give him a choice, and you bet your ass I would.” Rachel replied, stepping past Jessica and walking up to me.

“I, uhm…” I started taking a step back.

“Shut up and come with me.” Rachel said, grabbing my arm. “I have a present to give you.”

Jessica stood there, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Not now Rachel! Later!” Jessica shouted finally.

At that moment, Joseph stood up and stepped between his two daughters.

“Jessica… we all know you’ve won. Let Rachel have this last… little… victory. Do you understand?” He asked in a serious tone, motioning for Rachel and I to leave the room.

“Yes Daddy…” Jessica murmured, staring past her father directly at me.

Rachel half dragged me away as I stared around in disbelief. The whole thing had become so bizarre I couldn’t believe what was happening. The scene played out quietly, with only my parents, Sophie, Joseph and their daughters really being aware of the photo and the conversation that followed. We walked up the stairs hand in hand and if anyone saw us, they didn’t say anything. Instead, the music and the laughter of the party provided us with the perfect smokescreen to disappear into my bedroom. As Rachel closed the door, I started to speak. She turned to face me and placed a finger to my lips. At the same time she moved in close, pressing her body against mine.

“Just relax,” she whispered, her fingers tracing a path down my chest, stopping at my belt buckle.

The music emanating from the living room had increased, and I wondered what was happening down there. Rachel knelt down in front of me, her fingers quickly opening my trousers, and pulling them down. I couldn’t believe what was happening as she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down as well. My cock betrayed me, beginning to harden almost immediately.

“I uhm, Rachel.” I stammered.

“Shhhh!” she whispered, her fingers gently grasping my cock, as it sprang to life. “Everything’s going to be fine. This is my present to you.”

Her lips parted and she slowly guided my cock into her hungry mouth.

I moaned involuntarily as the heat of her mouth engulfed me, and I surrendered to the ecstasy I was about to enjoy. My hands reached down, gently cradling her face as she worked magic. I’m not sure if it was her cock sucking ability, or the sheer eroticism of having my illicit lover on her knees sucking my cock while my girlfriend… no, my fiancée was downstairs helping to distract the guests. 

Rachel mostly dabbled with the tip of my penis, occasionally taking my whole manhood into her mouth. She did this move where she would hold my cock with her thumb and ring finger to make it feel like more of her mouth was around my shaft. This was slowly becoming the best blowjob I had ever had courtesy of her amazing mouth. The rhythmic motion of her sucking me off, her carefully timed exhale of hot breath flaring across the top of my balls, was pure ecstasy

I was gently thrusting my pelvis upward to softly fuck the little redhead’s mouth. I loved how her long hair felt on my balls and ass, but I held back her hair so I could watch her suck my cock. I was really trying to enjoy the moment which I anticipated ending soon. I held her by the back of the neck, not forcing her to stay there, but to subtly imply that I wanted this moment to last longer. The twin stopped sucking my cock and laid her head on my stomach, still stroking my phallic member. Her lips were kissing the head and I could feel her tongue licking my slit. She kept stroking and I could feel the tense build up. My balls were tingling as I could feel the semen building up inside of them. The tip of my cock started to ooze pre-cum that formed a clear, thin rope of fluid that connected to her lower lip. She playfully tasted it and licked my cock clean.

To my surprise, she placed my rock hard cock back in her mouth and started to suck intensely. I could tell by her body language she was trying to make me cum. My cock swelled with the sensation of being flooded with semen. My thoughts immediately refocused on my partner’s fellatio, as I felt my cock about to erupt. I gently tapped her on the head and whispered emphatically “Rachel, I’m almost there!”.

She swiftly withdrew her mouth and began stroking my cock at a feverish pace, pounding my balls with each pump of her hand. I assumed she wanted me to finish by ejaculating onto her lips, because her mouth hovered less than an inch from the task at hand. She then swallowed my cock with her mouth and began to suck me off again. I began to panic because I feared she hadn’t understood my previous prompt to “cease and desist or else”. Not wanting to grab her by the head, I began to arch my hips backward in an attempt to gently withdraw from her mouth.

“Rachel, please? I’m gonna cum!” I repeated, only this time I with a greater sense of urgency. I began to gently, but imperatively, pull her head away from my groin.

I could feel her stiffen her neck to prevent me from moving her head. I became instantly calm, and relaxed my body which became tense from what I thought was about to be a terrible miscommunication. I gently grabbed her by the hair and twisted it in my hand creating a makeshift scrunchy, to keep beautifully styled hair out of the blast zone. But the build up had stalled, like the heat being turned down on a pot of water. She withdrew her mouth but kept the momentum going by giving me a hand job. She pounded away at my throbbing cock for about a minute. I could feel my juices fill the chamber.

“I am so close!” I exclaimed.

She continued to stroke my dick with her hand. I began to moan regularly as I was on the verge of exploding. Her mouth was so close to my cock I could feel the heat from her lips. I was motioning my body towards her mouth. I wanted to be inside of her mouth one last time. I wanted her to make me cum with her mouth!

Just as disappointment was about to set in she enveloped my cock with her mouth. She had a rhythmic intensity that was able to reinstate my prior build-up. I was about a dozen good strokes from cumming. Her mouth was sloppy, wet, and warm and felt like a pussy with teeth and my cock was locked and loaded and ready to fire the first round. I felt my balls beginning to tighten, warning of my impending eruption and Rachel must have sensed it as well. She slowly released my cock, and looked up at me smiling. Her hands moved to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal her breasts encased in a white lace bra. There was no sign of shyness or nervousness as she removed her blouse and let it drop to the floor. My eyes were glued to her breasts as she unclasped the bra and let it fall away. I found myself comparing her breasts to Ellen and her mother’s. They were significantly smaller but still something to behold.

She slowly stood, her body rubbing against mine as she did, her eyes never looking away. I sensed rather than saw her loosen her slacks and drop them to the floor, allowing her bare flesh to press against me, my cock slipping between her thighs. She moved forward her body pressing even tighter against me, forcing my legs against the bed. Her face closed with mine, her lips pressing against mine. I felt her tongue probing, parting my lips. My arms encircled her waist, pulling her even tighter against me. I could feel my cock rubbing against her now moist pussy. Her hips were gyrating gently, rubbing up and down my shaft. Our tongues raced against each other as I gave in completely to the passion surging within my body, my mind thinking of nothing but the woman pressed against me. Falling backwards onto the bed, I pulled her with me.

As we landed on the bed, Rachel slid her hand between us, grasping my penis and guiding it to the opening of her vagina. With one quick thrust I buried myself into her. Rachel let out a gasp as I slid into her hot box. She placed her hands against my chest and pushed herself into a sitting position, driving her pussy harder against my pelvis. She tilted her head back, her pleasure clearly written in panting smile as her hips began moving with a frenzy. My own body responded in kind, my hips driving up to meet her downward thrusts. Her fingers dug into my chest as she drove even harder against me, her pussy throbbing in time to the pulsing of my cock.

She began shaking, her whole body writhing in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. She drove her hips downward, grinding against me as her pussy spasmed around my cock. She was already shaking. Already leaking. Already muttering things under her breath she wouldn’t admit to in daylight. I could’ve pulled out. Could’ve made a mess between us. Could’ve finished like a good man, responsible, careful. But I was not a good man. I’d made a promise to her twin sister but I was too lost in our illicit fornication to care. Unlike Jessica, Rachel’s eggs were being regularly released, even now one could have been waiting inside her. Ready to fuse with the first eager sperm to win the race to her fallopian tube. I should have withdrawn but, like my Cherry Pie, she wasn’t built for pullout. She was built to take. So I stayed in and I kept going until I felt it; that subtle wall, that soft barrier just past comfort, just past sense. That was her cervix. And I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down. I pressed against it like I had a key. And when I felt her lock open?

That was all it took, the contractions of her pussy pushed me over the edge. And I came. Not in her pussy. Directly onto and into her cervix. I emptied the contents of my balls into her like my body knew this was the real destination. Like every load I’d ever wasted was a lie, and this was the truth. Rachel’s hips jolted. Her breath caught. Her hands flew to mine like she needed to hold onto something real. She always said it felt like her whole stomach warmed up. Like her womb knew what was happening before she did. Like something ancient had just been restored. I grabbed her ass, pulling her even tighter against me as I emptied myself into her. She collapsed against me, her breasts pressing into my chest as her pussy continued to spasm, and her hips still humped slightly against me. Her lips brushed against my ear, and I could clearly hear her ragged breath.

I should have said something. Anything. I could hear my birthday guests downstairs. I could hear Jessica’s delicate laugh but nothing was going to stop me from sending several volleys of sperm rich semen directly into her uterus. I just stayed deep. My penis still pulsing. Letting every last drop soak through the most sacred part of her. And the whole time? Her pussy never stopped squeezing. Not like before. Not rhythmic. Not needy. It was possessive. Like it wanted to milk the moment into memory. Like it was clenching around more than cum; it was defining the meaning of ‘us’. From now until the end of our days.

She tried to get up, climb from her throne, five minutes later and failed. Her legs weren’t working right. Said she could feel it in her abdomen. Not her pussy. Her abdomen. Because that’s where I was. That’s how deep I finished. That’s where she was holding me. We lay like that for several more minutes, bathing in the afterglow of our own pleasure. I felt Rachel’s tongue flicking across my earlobe. At the same time her hips began moving, gyrating and grinding against me. My hands slid down her back and grasped her ass, pulling her tight against me. At the same time I twisted my hips, rolling to my side. In moments, I was on top of her, my cock still deep in her pulsing pussy. She looked up at me smiling as I slowly began moving my hips, pulling my cock nearly out before driving fully back into her. Her head twisted from side to side and her hands clawed at my waist, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

In truth I was surprised that I was still hard, but the sight before me, the pure lust, was holding me captive. Her legs rose up locking around me, as she thrust upwards trying to keep me buried inside of her. Her raged breathing turned to groans of pleasure as I kept moving, amazed at how my own passion seemed an inferno, threatening to consume me. I abandoned any pretense of control, giving in fully to my passion. Rachel cried out, her body convulsing again. I didn’t pause, continuing to drive into her, my mind set on nothing less than emptying another load into her pussy. Nothing else existed as I drove hard into her, my whole body intent on just one thing; procreation.

Rachel let out a cry, her arms flailing wildly, her body bucking up off the bed. It didn’t matter, all I wanted, all I was, focused on filling her with my hot cum. I drove with reckless abandon, chasing after that prize, my body nothing more than a means to an end, and that end was rushing headlong toward me. With all my effort, I drove into her again and again, each thrust making her gasp. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered as I rushed headlong toward my orgasm.

Rachel moved with me, her body thrusting upward in as much need as my own. Her face was a mask of abandoned passion, complete lust matched only by the burning desire I, myself felt. Her fingers dug into my back, the pain serving to urge me on. My body was on fire, a burning inferno being consumed by the passion between us. Rachel’s hands grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to hers as our hips drove hard against each other. Her tongue dove into my mouth, searching, probing. It was the last straw, our shared passion erupting as I drove into her one final time. I felt my life, my soul draining from me as pulse after pulse of burning desire emptied from me, filling her writhing form.

We lay there, our bodies seeming to meld together, as the heat of our passion slowly subsided. I could feel her chest rise and fall, her breathing seemingly in sync with my own. Neither of us spoke as we let the passion slowly ebb, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Her fingers drifted across my back, the lightness of their touch in sharp contrast to the gouging need of moments before. My penis was still lodged inside her forbidden vagina. My declaration of marriage to her sister, already a broken vow. Her cervix wouldn’t forget. It was the gate. The vault. The altar. Her body felt different beneath me. Not because she was recovering from her orgasm but because I claimed her somewhere I should not have touched. That wasn’t sex. That was breeding… an imprinting of my soul onto hers. I didn’t just cum. I carved something. And every step we would take after this, we would feel it echo in her core like a bell struck once, still ringing. Because I didn’t just fuck her. I finished in her womb and now the deepest part of her had my name written in my pulse.

“Happy birthday,” Rachel whispered, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

Finally, my dick stopped spewing and I collapsed onto her, completely satisfied. Slowly reality came crashing down on me. I rolled off her, my mind a mix of emotions. Clumsily, I pulled my penis out of her still quivering vagina her, and she groaned in frustration. I watched in complete fascination as my seed began to ooze from her gaping hole, spilling out of her and the duvet beneath her. I knelt between her open legs and watched her writhe on her back, a string of cum dangling precariously off the head of my dick. She couldn’t look away from it, just as awe struck as I was by the spectacle. She was full of my virile seed. I was numb. In my head, the sound of her contented mewing played over and over. I lay down beside her and felt her fingers gently caressing my chest.

“Everything will work out.” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, once more sending shivers through me. “Let’s go back downstairs and get this over with.”

I felt the bed shift, as she stood. She reached out and grasped my hand, pulling me up. I looked up at her, my eyes drawn to her puffy pussy, droplets of my seed clinging to her lips.

“We are perfect together. Look at us? Did you really think that marriage was going to change things? You are getting the package deal… Whether my sister likes it or not,” she said, amusement clear in her voice. “Let’s get back to the party.”

She pulled me to a standing position, I reached for my pants and she grabbed my wrist, stopping me with a kiss. We then quickly dressed. I stared after her for a moment, amazed as I felt my cock beginning to harden yet again. She stopped with her hand on the door and turned back to face me. Her eyes caught the vision of my pulsing cock, filling my pants and she smiled. She motioned with her hand, beckoning me forward. I took a few steps and she slipped her arm around my waist as she opened the door. I walked in stunned confusion, my mind not processing anything as we made our way down the stairs. We were almost to the living room before my mind registered the sounds. There was no pause, no time to think as Rachel pulled me into the living room. 

The sight that met my eyes caused all worry to evaporate. Jessica looked joyous! She pulled me close against her as we walked across the room. We stopped a few feet away, as Joseph looked up at us. Jess turned her head, and smiled, her eyes meeting mine. She mouthed the words, “I Love You” as she sat upright and reached out to grasp my hand. Rachel released my waist and knelt down beside her sister, her hand reaching out to grasp mine.

We spent the rest of the evening mingling with guests until the house began to empty. Jessica kept her ring finger hidden throughout; as far as anyone knew, we weren’t betrothed. As the sun set, we went for a romantic walk as our combined families began to clear away and tidy the house. 

“Now everyone has gone home we have to tell our families that we are engaged,” Jessica said, looking at the rock on her finger as we finished our meal.

“Sure, but how about we just wait until tomorrow morning? We’ll get everyone together and–”

“We have to tell them tonight! Everyone suspects something important has happened and I don’t think I can keep this a secret for any longer!”

“I’m amused you’re keeping up the pretense that everyone doesn’t already know,” I laughed, “But… Rachel does need to know why. I don’t think she understands that this changes things. We need to explain this to her. I know it will be the hardest conversation of my life…” Jessica’s expression was filled with emotion. It plucked at my heartstrings. She could see the pain I faced and she understood it.

“You always think of my sister.” She smiled a sad smile, “I know you love her… just as much as you love me. She understands! She knows a lot more than you give her credit for and it makes my heart ache to see you hurting as you desperately try to protect her.”

I hugged her and my emotion I had been holding back finally spilled over; I cried. A lot. I let it all out. It probably wasn’t cool for a twenty year old man to be sobbing into my girlfriend’s neck, but I was. She soothed me and held me as I let my emotions have their way and escape down my face and into Jessica’s hair.

“You care more about hurting her than you do about yourself…” it was obvious Jessica was crying too, “after all we put you through… Ellen… my Mom… the baby… our stupid games… you still want to protect us. How could we not love you? How lucky am I to get to be the one who marries you…” she sobbed. We were getting sympathetic looks from passers by, God knows what they thought we had been through. I didn’t care. 

Jessica and I held each other until we were done and after several minutes I managed to compose myself and face up to my responsibility. “We must speak to Rachel.” We walked back to the house, Jessica’s head on my shoulder, her hand in mine. It would have been so wonderful but for one little flaw, and that flaw made all the difference, I was going to hurt someone I loved. It felt like I was heading towards an ending, not a beginning.

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When we arrived back in the house Rachel looked thrilled to see us and had displayed my birthday gifts… including herself. Sophie and Joseph had been very generous and my Mom and Dad had cleared up the buffet. Now all the guests had gone and everyone was back in the front room, looking at Jessica in anticipation… yes they knew… and when Jessica held up her finger there were cheers all around. They couldn’t have been any happier for us and our engagement. Rachel was there and smiled happily but it was obvious, to me at least, that there was a part of her breaking inside… I knew that because every time I looked at her, a part of me cracked and broke too. I was staring at Rachel when I asked Joseph for his daughter’s hand in marriage. Delighted by the old fashioned gesture, he enthusiastically welcomed me to the family and asked, “Have you two love-birds set a wedding date?”

We hadn’t, of course. I had to agree to sell my car and borrow the money from my Dad for the extravagant engagement ring. I said, “No sir, I think we’ll need to wait until I graduate and have a stable income.”

Sophie shook her head saying, “I don’t see why true love should be delayed,” she turned to her husband and said, “How about we fast track finishing the loft space? We won’t be able to keep these two away from each other and it will give them all the privacy they could want. Plus… we both want our baby’s father close by. And… I think we should finance the wedding, after all, Ellen’s ended up not costing a thing!”

“Hmmm… I suppose we could also have a small gathering here at the house… for the reception, that would keep costs down?” pondered Joseph.

“We can’t expect you to do that… we are prepared to wait…” I was staring at Rachel as I spoke.

“I think it’s a great idea Dad!” Rachel squealed happily, “I want to be a maid of honour!” she demanded as she hugged her sister tightly.

“Wait, what does Jeff want?” Joseph asked, trying to calm the sudden over enthusiasm, “He has his own plan. Let’s not rush him into anything. We don’t need to be mapping out his entire future for him!”

“They are going to get married! He’s going to be a part of our family… officially! We just want them to have the best start.” Sophie added.

“But he’s not getting married tomorrow!” Joseph said playfully, “He starts his career after the summer and Jessica still has a year of study ahead of her. Just to be clear though, this is the best news I’ve had in ages and I can’t wait to have you as a son-in-law.”

“It’s an honour to be part of your family. I’d do anything Jessica wants… and I’d do anything for family.” I declared. Jessica’s eyes began to glisten and she pulled me in for a hug. Pretty soon Rachel joined us, then Sophie. Then everyone else. 

Jessica whispered in my ear; “I don’t want to wait.”

“Then we start making the arrangements now. It would be good to have our own place. Even if it just upstairs.”

“I hope the newlyweds won’t mind an occasional visit,” Sophie said with a smile and a glint in her eye.

“I wouldn’t mind…” I whispered back, looking into Rachel’s identical sparkle in her green eyes.

“But first… we have an engagement party to plan!” Said my Mom, hugging me enthusiastically.

So it was all agreed. I ended up just nodding along to everything, it seemed like fate was trying to reward me and who was I to argue with fate? When Jessica showed Rachel the ring they both were in tears. I hugged Rachel like we were lovers, we were, then filled my arms with Jessica and held her close. And it almost seemed all right. We try, in our lives, to bring some happiness to others. I had, somehow or other, made these two women happy. Maybe it would have been better for them to each meet someone else, someone different at the very least, but that’s not what they wanted. I couldn’t fathom why that was, but if this was what they wanted, who was I to say it was wrong?

Jessica pulled the ring off and gave it to Rachel to try on. “It fits,” she giggled, admiring the twinkling stone in the lamplight. Rachel handed it back and winked at me. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to keep it.”

“Better not, I can’t afford two of those at the moment.”

“Oh, if you had to, you’d manage.” They both laughed. I managed a smile.

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Jessica had promised to fuck my brains out that night and she did exactly as she promised. We made love all night long, pleasuring each other in any way we could imagine, over and over again. Oral, pegging, sixty-nine, frotting, you name it, we did it. And it was wonderful.

The days that followed were amazing. The weather was hot and the news of my proposal was out. Despite our engagement, Rachel and I continued to partake in our clandestine forbidden fornication when we could make schedules work. Molly visited as usual on a Friday afternoon but, on this occasion, she was uncharacteristically reserved. After fawning over Jessica’s diamond ring she sat opposite us at the kitchen table, clearly with something on her mind. When our eyes met, hers began to sparkle mischeviously. 

“Guys, I want to put something out there for you two to consider. I’ve talked with your parents about it and they are in complete agreement with me and what I’m about to offer. But… ultimately, it’s up to you…”

Jessica and I were confused, as we had no idea where this was going. “Okay, we’re listening,” I said apprehensively.

Molly looked at both Jessica and I, with the most serious look. “My grandmother and I would like you to use the café for an engagement party.”

Both Jessica and I were stunned. Jessica began crying, and I teared up at the thought of Molly once again sacrificing something for us, as she had always done, ever since that first meeting more than two years ago.

Jessica spoke first, “Molly, that is such a generous and loving offer, I don’t know what to say except thank you so much.” She sobbed the entire time.

“Molly, you have no idea how much this means to us. All I can say is we love you and thank you!” I kissed her and she embraced me, and pretty soon the twins joined us in a group hug.

So before the summer ended we found ourselves in a convoy of vehicles heading North. The pine forest either side of the road was sweeping past in the car and the sky was vividly overcast. This time Jessica drove in her car. Mine was advertised for sale as the ring had wiped out my savings and anyway, she had always been a better driver than me and I would be the first to admit it. Not having to concentrate on the road gave me time alone with my own thoughts. I was anxious with a nervous knot in my chest. Jess was totally calm. She saw that I was becoming stressed and she told me to relax, that I had nothing to worry about, but in the car someway ahead of us, Rachel, Sophie, Joseph and Jacob, reminded me that my life was still just as complicated as it always was.

I loved them all of course, for all the reasons why any people ever fall in love. Comfort, security, affection, trust, and friendship. But what I felt for Jessica was different from anything I had had before. What we had now with each other was unbridled, wanton and at times debauched. We were loving, caring and supportive of each other’s needs but sometimes we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Of course, I told myself the novelty would wear off the longer we were with each other. But it didn’t. We kept wanting to touch each other and be joined to each other. Marriage was just going to be an affirmation of that. She understood a man’s needs. It was the way she was brought up. To keep a level playing field Jessica shared everything with me just as she had with her sister when they were growing up. Sometimes in very gritty detail. It would excite me, and she knew it. She was my soul mate and destiny had put us together because we simply complimented each other; a perfect match.

But so was her twin sister some miles ahead of us. Racing towards her own future… without me in it… and just like that, I felt like I was losing half of myself. Losing something precious. Jessica slowed the car down as we travelled down the winding road that led to the café; I suddenly felt sick. She patted my knee and slid her hand up my thigh, and cupped my crotch through my jeans a moment, causing me to whimper.

“Everything is going to be fine. We have plenty of time before the guests arrive and no-one is going to crash our party. This won’t be anything like Ellen’s engagement party or the Christmas party at my place last year. Everyone there will know you and they love you.” She left her hand to linger on my penis, massaging it. She slotted the car into a parking space next to her father’s and then stopped and before she unclasped her seat belt, she reached over and kissed me softly on the lips.

“They’ll love you because I love you.”

Jessica’s family were fairly well off, both her parents had been successful in their own businesses but they weren’t by any means ‘rich’. My family was much the same but perhaps because I was an only child we had a little more money and could be a little more extravagant. Jessica and I were going into this marriage as equals, but in order for her to gain a husband, I had to lose my secret soul mate; Rachel. Her family had arrived with mine, travelling maybe half an hour in front of us. Jessica sounded the horn, the front door opened and out came Jessica’s father. Joseph was a very handsome man with angular features, piercing green eyes and brown hair with a touch of grey at the temples. Jessica had inherited his eyes and they had me hooked from the first moment I saw her. He took me in his gaze as his daughter jumped into his arms and hugged her. They spoke some whispered words as they broke they gave each other a kiss, just off center of the mouth. His eyes then found mine and a big grin formed on his face as Joseph took my hand for a shake and pulled him in closer for a hug.

Happy and encouraging welcomes were spoken, and I felt easier as I took in the man who had always accepted me and forgiven me. Looking over Joseph’s shoulder, I saw Jess going wild with excitement, and looking over at the door saw her mother at the front step. I had grown up with a serious crush on Sophie, and I had unashamedly masturbated as a teenager with images of the buxom blonde in my mind. I dreamed about how beautiful she was, but in the flesh, it was a totally different story; she was simply incredible. The matriarch of the family had dyed blonde hair styled to perfection. She would be forty-three in spring, a tall frame with a surprisingly toned physique and her daughter’s skin. Her tits were about the same as Ellen’s… Ellen was in fact just a genetic copy of her, albeit some eighteen years younger. A cold shiver descended down my spine at the thought of the absent older daughter… Jessica and Rachel’s big sister.

Joseph pulled me away from the hug and asked me how the journey was with Jessica at the wheel, while I took in his wife’s amazing presence. She was hugging her daughter and spoke to her in whispered tones, both of them trying to hide their smiles. I smiled at Joseph as I focused back on the man in front of me, answering his questions and keeping Sophie in my periphery. Rachel and Molly then stood in the doorway, and Jessica went over and hugged her dark haired best friend as I made my way to speak to Sophie. As I approached, she stared and grinned and I wondered why my heart was beating so fast. She watched me draw nearer with scrutinizing eyes and a welcoming hug. 

“So, this is the man who has captured my youngest daughter’s delicate heart?” She asked, hinting at the secret that wasn’t really secret. As I withdrew from her embrace, she even gave me a far too familiar kiss. It was innocent, yet intoxicating.

“I guess I am,” I answered timidly. Saving some witty or sexually suggestive comeback for a more private audience. She smiled at me again, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.

“Happy Birthday, Jeff,” Sophie whispered, “I thought you might never get here.” I understood her double meaning but before I could answer, Jessica tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned Molly and Rachel both hugged me and gave him a kiss on either cheek.

Joseph inquired about the luggage in the boot of the car and I immediately started over to help him get them out and start to bring the bags into the house. When he closed the boot, I looked up and saw Jessica hugging her sister. I felt another twinge in my chest. Everything about her was identical to Jessica and their skin tone and complexion were that of their mothers; pale and freckled. They both were what I thought their mother must have looked like when she was their age, except with red hair… but didn’t Sophie have her original red hair back then? I studied them both from afar; they had amazing bodies but they were much shorter than their other family members. Their tits were small and their asses were tight; firmer and cuter than either her mother’s or Ellen’s. Both were wearing short skirts that barely covered their gorgeous ass cheeks. I approached with Jessica’s bag in hand and Rachel looked at me and smiled, hugged me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Jessica looked me up and down and knew exactly what I was thinking, she could read me like a book. She gave me a wry grin.

Our relationship had been built on a foundation of sexuality, and we both knew it from very early on. Sophie saved me from the clutches of her psychotic eldest daughter and her rapist boyfriend who were determined to cuckold me for their own sick pleasures. Sophie always told me, that if I fucked her, she would break the spell Ellen had over me. As our relationship developed and blossomed over time and as we opened ourselves to one another, more and more, we discovered each other’s personalities and passions over the many months of secret meetings. We also discovered what we liked about each other, about how our relationship might work and what we each liked in bed. In a more subtle way, she and I ended up cuckolding her very willing husband. I knew, much like Rachel, that she loved women almost as much as men, that she loved the taste of pussy and would often put a finger inside herself just to lick off the juices. I knew she loved eating pussy and sucking cock. I knew she loved everything about my cock. I knew she loved to share her creampie with her husband and that she loved ass play and butt plugs. I knew she loved to be used sexually, just as much as she loved to be the dominant partner. She was confident and I was… the opposite.

I knew Sophie loved me, and I didn’t seduce her with my looks, or character. She loved me because I was her counterbalance. We simply came alive when we were in each other’s presence. She loved to drink cum; Men’s and women’s. I knew that whenever she gave me a blow job, she would always swallow. I knew she loved for me to occasionally cum on her tits, and she, like all three of her daughters, loved to feel me cumming inside her. It made her feel warm inside. For her part, she knew my kinks. She knew I had limited sexual experience before I met Ellen. Knew that I had fantasised about her from my early teens. Knew I used to watch her fuck her husband from my bedroom window initially without them knowing. Knew I often thought about suicide when my life seemed to be spiralling out of control. She supported me through it all. Gave me the strength to carry on. She knew I was destined to be with one of her daughters, all before I had even met them. She knew my sexual appetite was enormous and that I could stay hard for hours. She knew it was inevitable that I would end up with either Rachel or Jessica, or that she would lose me to a future lover. She knew that our forbidden relationship was risky. Taboo. Adulterous. Wrong. But I got her pregnant anyway. And now her cuckold husband is raising my baby. 

Our bags were brought into the café, everyone was gathered in the kitchen. It was all small talk and catching up and a little hazing for me. My eyes would go from each person in the room, however, when my gaze fell on one of the three women, Sophie, Rachel and Jessica, I noticed almost immediately the looks I was getting back. They were sultry. They were enticing and sexually inviting. I thought I was imagining things until it became more blatant. I crossed eyes with Molly, who was preparing for a feast with her grandmother, and got the same look from her. It made me feel good but uneasy to be the focus of their attention.

Eventually, after about forty-five minutes of getting prepared, the girls all disappeared upstairs to fix themselves up for the arrival of our guests. Molly was last to go. I could tell she was up to something, something out of the ordinary. She would give me ‘glances’, just quick little looks to see if I was paying attention to what she was doing. She was also being especially playful; when no-one was looking she would kiss me deeply, aggressively, and rub my dick through my pants, then quickly pull away and walk off as if nothing had happened. With her grandmother’s list of instructions complete, like Sophie and her daughters, she too headed for the stairs. As I watched her go, she stopped and turned to me with a questioning look.

“Aren’t you coming?” My surprise didn’t shock her, she just smiled and I headed on up after her, watching her ass sway as she ascended the stairs.

Molly’s little bedroom above the café was a typical girl’s room, with a bookshelf in the corner with trophies and awards and a make-up table with a mirror against the opposite wall. 

“I see you were tempted upstairs,” Jessica said from the living room as her mother tended to her twins on the sofa, applying perfectly equal make-up to the little redheads. “So, who’s getting lucky tonight?” Her teasing question stirred my penis in my pants. Jessica started unpacking items from her bag. She sensed the sexual tension building.

“I’d be lucky to survive the night! Did you see the way you were all looking at me?” My surprise didn’t shock her. “You all looked like you were going to tear a piece off me to keep as a souvenir! It’s going to be a celebration not an orgy!”

“You are an incredibly handsome, viral man in his prime. They know you fuck me insatiably and they have a good idea about how our relationship will work in the future. So stop worrying and go get changed!” Jessica said as she beamed her megawatt smile at me. Molly dragged me from the doorway and into her grandmother’s bedroom opposite.

“Don’t forget it’s your big day too! Have fun!” I heard Rachel call out. To me? To Molly? To both of us?

“What’s going on? You can’t be serious?” I said as Molly pulled me into the centre of the familiar room. I had watched Molly jilling here on her grandmother’s bed when she had invited Jessica and I to use her bedroom for an illicit encounter in the early days of our relationship. I knew, should anyone look from Molly’s bed, then they would see us, standing far to close to each other. I needed to distract her but her hazel eyes looked at me like I was her prey. “Molly! We can’t do anything now… We need to be downstairs to welcome our guests! Sophie, Jessica and Rachel are in the next room!”

“The guests won’t arrive for an hour, and your Mom and Dad are down there. Jessica just wants us to be happy, Rachel too. We want to make some memories… in case you really do take yourself off the market!” She exclaimed, starting to strip naked. “Jeff, Joseph and Sophie love you. They aren’t sexually repressed! Their daughters are sexually aware and have grown up in a very liberal environment. They aren’t squeamish or standoffish about the subject of sex when talking with one another. I wouldn’t be surprised if all three of their pussies were wet at the mere sight of you. And I bet they had money on who slept with you first. Spoiler alert; it’s going to be me!”

She paused for a few moments then unclasped her bra, slowly lowered her arms, allowing me my first glimpse of her marvelous boobs. They were slightly paler than the rest of her torso, with large, dark areolas at the peak of each one. Her nipples were the reward at the center of each; like a prize for claiming the mountain top and they were protruding by nearly half an inch, hinting at her sexual excitement. I stood in front of my nearly naked best friend, admiring her breasts. My cock twitched at the sight, betraying my newfound desire. I was embarrassed by my blatant arousal for someone I had no business lusting after, but my cravings were stronger, and I stood my ground, my eyes fixed on her body.

“I love the way you look at me,” she said abruptly. “But you’re starting to drool.”

I realised my mouth was hanging open and clamped it shut. Molly smiled and then slowly unzipped the side of her skirt and hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she worked the tight material over her firm hips. Having done this she let the skirt fall to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and stood before me wearing only her very brief panties. The shadow of her dark pubic hair was defined by her arousal, the outline of her entire vagina pressing against the damp fabric. I swallowed hard and as I looked at her with pleading eyes, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her silky panties and leaning forward she slid them down her thighs as her huge tits swung below her chest. Gathering all of her composure, the olive skinned beauty stood up straight in front of me. She was completely naked and she looked spectacular. I’d previously seen her pussy as either bushy or shaved, but tonight it was neither. Her hair was almost black and had been trimmed into a small triangle, sitting just above her clit in an identical style to the twins. Her inner labia protruded slightly from the vertical groove in her mound. My penis was straining to reach her, twitching with arousal.

“Now what do we do?” she asked, batting her long eyelashes.

“I don’t know…”

She was standing completely naked before me now, her brilliantly formed body never ceased to amaze me, or arouse me. She gave me a look as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” And she impatiently started taking off my own clothes while I looked over at the open bedroom door. 

“Shouldn’t we close that?” I asked as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.

“Nah, it’s fine. I never really close doors. You’re Jessica’s fiance, she has a right to know what we are doing.” She teased. She finished undressing me and was now as naked as she was. We filled their eyes with one another’s forms and kissed madly. She put her hand to my now throbbing prick. She jerked it a few times. I looked back over at the door.

“Expecting someone to join us?” She asked, ever the smart ass.

“I’m just worried someone might see.” I explained.

“So, let them. That open door hasn’t stopped me from fucking in this room, in the past.”

“We haven’t got enough time. What if your Grandmother came up here?” I didn’t think it would look too good, if less than an hour after arriving for my engagement party she was hosting, she caught me balls deep in her granddaughter. I was doing my best to do the right thing, feeling my stress levels rising and Molly sighed, bored of how safe I was playing things.

“First, I’ve told my Grandmother everything. She knows how I feel about you. She knows the baby in the crib downstairs is your son. She knows Rachel is giving you up for her sister. So, lover boy, I really wouldn’t worry about anything. You’re completely safe here.” She sensed my trepidation, knowing I wanted to be on my best behavior. She rubbed my chest with her free hand in a soothing motion.

“Look Where do you think I get my sassy attitude to sex from? Gran! Everything’s going fine. Believe me.” She kissed me. A reassuring kiss. 

I gave her a questioning look. She just spun me around to face the door. She positioned herself behind me and reached out… The first touch of her hands made my breath hitch, not because it was rough, but because it was certain. She worked with confidence, her palms gliding with long strokes, her thumbs pressing deep. Her touch wasn’t rushed or distracted. It felt like attention was given fully. I relaxed without realising I’d been holding myself tight.

“Oh Jeffrey,” she murmured, more to herself than to me. “Is it too late for you to make me the next Mrs. Winter?”

Her hands lingered after that, just long enough to make me aware of every place they left behind. My skin warmed beneath her palms, the slow glide deliberate, almost indulgent. Occasionally her forearm brushed my side, or her fingers traced a little wider than strictly necessary. Each time, she paused. As if waiting to see whether I’d notice.

I did.

When she leaned closer to work on my shoulders, her breath brushed my skin, warm and intimate. I felt the subtle shift in her posture, the way her body followed her hands. This wasn’t just routine. It was engagement. More than only her hands and arms were touching my body. It felt good, very good, too good. Normally, if I was naked with a beautiful, sexy woman, I’d take her in my arms, cover her in kisses, lay her down, and bury my cock in her, but what we were doing was anything but normal. Instead of making love, we hugged. Molly was still staring at my erection, but her eyes flicked up to meet mine. Her expression hadn’t changed, but I saw a grin starting at one corner of her mouth, which quickly spread into a full smile.

“This is how things are going to be for us… stolen moments… secret rendezvous… so please… Please just touch me?”

I placed my hands on her narrow shoulders, feeling her heat. Then I moved down to her shoulder blades, then further down still. I traced a path down her body, lightly caressing her with my fingertips. Her skin was like silk, and I lingered as I massaged her. When I got to the small of her back, I kept going down either side and cupped her ass in my two hands. It was firm yet supple. I alternated between massaging and grazing my fingertips across her beautiful behind. I lifted her long dark brown hair and draped it over her shoulder. She tilted her head to one side, exposing the back of her neck to my gaze. I kissed her nape, my lips caressing her skin as I moved over to one side. Then I kissed behind her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, which made her moan gently.

Her hands were at her sides, and she reached back to find my legs. She caressed them with her palms, one on each side. Then she pulled me towards her so that my erection was up against the crack of her ass. She leaned back. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and my dick was sandwiched between us. I reached in front of my best friend and cupped a breast in each hand. I slid her nipples in between my first two fingers, up to where they met the rest of my hand. I squeezed them between the “V” of my fingers, and I felt them stiffen as I massaged her soft mounds. I couldn’t help myself; I began humping her butt; not viciously, but gently. The strokes may have been soft, but my cock was quite the opposite.

Molly turned around, her face flush with desire, her lips parted slightly. I put my hands on her shoulders and let my fingers travel lightly down her arms. Her skin felt like I imagined rose petals would. She placed her own hands back on my chest. Slowly, patiently she traced around my pecs, then moved down to my stomach. She rubbed from side to side, each time moving a little lower, until she was at my pubic hair. My dick was rock hard and twitching, and Molly’s hands were just one slight move away from it. She could have had my manhood in her delicate fingers at any moment, and I prayed for that very moment to arrive. Then she stopped there and looked at me.

“Can we lie down on the bed?” She asked eventually, her voice lower than before.

I didn’t attempt to cover any signs of arousal from my body. As if I knew she was curious about it I didn’t feel shame and sat back on the bed, exposing the pleasure I had felt under her hands.

“Thank you”, she said, while she laid her warm soft hand on top, as if she wanted it to calm down. “Thank you for giving me this chance…”

Molly placed her hands on my pectoral muscles, tracing them with her fingertips before exploring down to my abs. Her strokes were gentle as they were on the back side of my body as if she was playing with me. She marvelled at how I reacted to her touch and I could feel the flow of oily fluid exiting my penis. My eyes were closed and I could feel two fingers wiping the drops. I opened my eyes and I could just see her touching her lips with her fingers. Did she just… was my thought and this thought alone brought an extra push onto the center of my body. I looked at her face. Her lips shiny from the moisture. Her eyes glazed. The faintest smile curved her lips, playful and knowing.

“Comfortable?” she asked.

“Very.”

“Shall I stop or do you want more?”

“Jessica… anyone… can see us!” I exclaimed as the realist of the situation struck me.

Her hands returned onto my body, but something had changed. The rhythm was slower now. Exploratory, focused on the center of my body. Her fingers traced rather than pressed, lingered rather than corrected. She watched my reactions closely, my breathing, the way my body subtly leaned into her touch. “Jessica wants this for you, for both of us. You’re not very good at pretending I don’t affect you,” she said softly. “It’s your big day, after all?”

That earned me a quiet laugh. “You’ve already given me so much, Molly. We don’t need to do… this?”

Her hands wandered with full intention now, mapping warmth and response, teasing just enough to make anticipation bloom. When I reacted, she noticed, her breath catching slightly, her lips parting before she smoothed her expression. I suddenly felt more parts of her naked skin on mine.

“I disagree. We both need this. Don’t you like being touched?” she asked, voice gentle but unmistakably curious.

“You feel incredible.”

“Good,” she murmured as she reached out for my hand. “So do you.”

When her hand brushed mine, it was deliberate. She half expected me to pull away. But I didn’t. Instead, I turned my hand slightly, fingers curling in answer. My eyes lifted to hers, her hazel eyes looked darker now, no doubt in their chocolate depths, only choice.

“If your fiancée wants to share you then I want a piece of you… to keep for myself,” she whispered, though her smile said she didn’t mind. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re incredible.”

“So are you.”

She leaned in closer then, our bodies touching again, the contact felt charged. Her scent surrounded me, clean, warm, undeniably her. I was so sensitive that I swore I could smell her being aroused. Every breath we shared felt intimate, stolen. The surface area of our bodies touching each other increased and we moved in full harmony. What followed unfolded slowly, like a secret neither of us wanted to rush. Our movements grew bolder, guided by instinct rather than protocol. And so did our bodies. She teased by leading, bodies pressing. Our lips seeking. We entered into a new time zone. Her dark eyes watched me constantly.

“I like how aware you are, and to see you enjoy it when you finally give in,” she said quietly.

“You’re enjoying this too.”

Her smile was unrepentant. “I’ve been longing for this.”

Skin met skin in soft, deliberate contact. Heat built gradually, shared, mutual, unhidden. She moved with confidence, but there was vulnerability too, revealed in the way she leaned into certain touches, the way her breath stuttered when sensation overtook thought. She guided me with murmurs and glances, delighted by the response. When she reacted, she didn’t hide it, the soft sounds, the subtle arch of her body, the way her fingers tightened when pleasure crested unexpectedly. Molly expertly took away the little fears that were lurking in my mind, and opened the way for us to be much more relaxed and at ease with each other. Jessica wanted this. Sophie and Rachel in the next room expected this. It was how they were and I would need to change to meet their expectations. 

Molly was an amazing, exotic and sexual woman. Our eyes had adjusted by now to the dim light, and I could clearly see her shapely tits and those amazing nipples. I reached out and touched them, and played with her erect nubs, they were maybe half the size of the girls in the next room but still just as fascinating. I slid myself off the seat and knelt on the floor, looking up at Molly. I kissed her and stroked her beautiful breasts. I slowly worked my way down her neck, kissing as I went, until eventually I felt the swell of her tit on my mouth. My hands were now on her waist and my face was level with her gorgeous boobs. I felt one of her hard nipples rasp across my cheek as I tried to locate it with my mouth. She trembled with excitement as I teased that crinkled nipple with my soft lips and tongue for what seemed like ages. I was enjoying the sensation of its hard yet rubbery texture. I nuzzled it and flicked it with my tongue, and Molly certainly liked what I was doing. As I took it in my mouth, I felt her chest rise as she took in a deep breath, “Oh Jeff, that feels… oh, so good.”

I took the hard bud deep inside my mouth and swirled my tongue over it, then I placed my lips around the long shaft of her jutting nipple and slowly sucked it. I could feel it grow in size; it became thicker and even longer in my mouth as I gently sucked! This was an amazing moment. Molly fell back into the seat with her legs splayed open so that I could clearly see her cappuccino coloured thighs. Her nipple had already slipped from my mouth as she lay back, but I reached out again and took a tit in my hand, and my fingers played with those magnificent hard buds. I knew I would have them in my mouth again soon.

Molly looked so sexy as she reclined into her grandmother’s mattress, her huge tits hanging in the most alluring way. I placed one hand on each of her naked thighs. I knew what I wanted, and so did my best friend, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate and spoil it by diving in. Besides, I was still learning how to manage this; The three most important women in my life were preparing themselves in the next room! I began by slowly stroking her thighs, with my hands gradually wandering a little higher each time. I can remember the excitement I felt when my fingertips made contact with a few wispy hairs at the edge of her bikini line and ran my finger along it. I climbed up and knelt on the mattress beside her. I was now higher than her and looked down into her face. I bent down and kissed her while my hand found one of her luscious tits. The advantage of my new position was Molly was able to touch me, something she wasted no time in doing. I felt her eager hand on my rampant cock. She was a little too eager, to be honest, as she immediately began wanking me off. I knew if I allowed her to keep this up, I would soon shoot my load. I didn’t really want to do that, not just yet anyway.

“Take it easy Molly.”

“Why, what’s up Jeff? Scared of being caught?”

“No… I just don’t want to make a mess.”

“Oh, I see, but don’t worry, if you do, you do. I don’t mind! I’ll clean myself up when the girls are finished in there.”

She sensed I was trying to make excuses, raising her head, and she kissed me, lovingly, her eyes never closing, never leaving mine. I reached down between her legs, and my new position allowed my hand to easily slip between her thighs and then my fingertips pressed onto her pussy. She lay back again and opened her legs in anticipation of my next move. We kissed gently as I squashed a tittie with my hand on its journey towards her crotch. From my kneeling position on the seat, my bouncing cock poked Molly in her boob, and she grabbed it again and began stroking it. I liked the thought of my cock on her tits, but even more exciting was the fact that my cock was now so close to her face.

I worked my hand lower down her body until at last I touched her soft pubic hair. It was a fantastic sensation on my fingertips, almost on a par with the thrill of touching her magnificent nipples. I knew that I was in serious territory now. We were approaching that moment when sex became inevitable… so I took my time. Molly seemed to like what I was doing and I was getting more and more excited by the minute so didn’t sense my stalling technique. Molly was gently masturbating me as I stroked through her pubes and down to her engorged labia, her fingers pulling my foreskin up and down. I tried to pull it away from her delicate touch but she gripped it hard and I stopped.

“It’s ok Jeff, I don’t mind if you want to do this.”

“I know we shouldn’t… please, Molly? You’re going to make me cum!”

I’m sure Molly didn’t care, she was right, everyone wanted this, even me! But part of me was still fighting it and I was becoming concerned about where I was going to shoot my load. She pressed her mouth to mine, probing me deeply with her tongue as her delicate fingers began to deliberately wank me off. Thoughts of the inappropriateness began to fade from my mind, to be replaced by equal parts love and lust. My hand was still cupping her hot vulva and, instinctively now, I delved deeper between Molly’s legs. She broke our kiss as the dark haired vixen shuffled her arse forward on the bed. My palm covered the hairy space between her legs, and I gently brushed my fingers tips across her soft curly hairs and I felt her legs part even more which suggested to me that she was indeed ready for me to probe further. I could now feel the slit of her pussy, and could actually feel the lips. I stroked my fingers across the slit and almost as if it was meant to be my middle finger nestled between her pussy lips. I heard a sigh of approval as she reached up and pulled my head back down to her. Molly kissed me hard, her tongue once again invading my mouth.

I moved my finger between her pussy lips, and as I did, I could feel that she was wet. I moved my finger up and down the wet folds of Molly’s pussy, it was still a bit of an exploration on my part. I continued to rub my middle finger up and down between her wet pussy lips and she wriggled her bum on the seat and moaned aloud,

“Oh Jeff, that’s really nice.”

We kissed again, and I felt I could do this all night; my wildest dreams were never as horny or as exciting as this! The thrill that anyone could walk in at any moment terrified me and thrilled me in equal parts. Molly again wriggled her bum, and it occurred to me that she was hinting that she was ready for me to enter her with my finger. So as I reached the bottom of her slit, I gently curled my fingertip and pressed it against what I thought was the entrance to her pussy. My heart was now racing and trying to escape from my chest, and that familiar thumping returned to my head as the blood pulsed through my brain and eardrums. I felt no resistance from the slippery folds of Molly’s pussy and my fingertip seemed to slip effortlessly inside the entrance. I immediately felt the heat of her insides. 

Molly sighed, this time very loudly, and I heard her moan, “Mmmmmmmm… Jeff… Will you at least please play with my clit… and help me to cum?”

I shifted my weight so that I could free the hand I rested on and reached down, running my fingertips through her thick bush until I could reach over her pubic mound to her clit. It did feel good. Her clit was quite large and very, very hard. It was the strangest feeling to be playing with Molly’s clitoris with Sophie and her daughters easily within earshot. I’d played with the girls before, obviously, but none of them gave me quite the thrill that I got from touching Molly at that moment. It was probably the forbidden fruit syndrome; being naked beside her with my hand between her legs and feeling her squirming from my attention was a hell of a buzz.

Molly let go of my penis and started touching herself, kneading her breast, and she lay there and let me finger her, her pelvis rotating a little and her bottom just lifting clear of the bed from time to time. She was very wet, very aroused, and I was surprised that she was so slow to cum. To be honest, I wasn’t that bothered about bringing her off, I was just enjoying what I was doing. I mean, as soon as she came I’d have done my bit, and so I was making the most of my opportunity as her hazel eyes flicked from my face to my cock and back again.

She gasped as I concentrated on strumming at her clit to make her cum, my fingers flying over her clit, with my palm clamped over her pubic bone to prevent it being dislodged by her intermittent jerks and gyrations. Her eyes closed, but her mouth was open and the tip of her tongue was flicking over her lips. She was very, very close, and it didn’t take long before a sudden ‘oh’ escaped her lips and her pelvis shuddered.

“I feel so close,” she breathed at one point, forehead resting against mine. “Don’t stop.”

Neither of us wanted to. Time dissolved. There was only sensation, the warmth between us, the slick evidence of arousal, the shared rhythm of breath growing faster, deeper. Every touch built on the last, tension spiraling upward without rushing toward release.

“Jeff, I’m cumming!”

She sounded surprised, but the only surprise to me was the power of the orgasm that promptly overwhelmed her. She now grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them hard, digging her fingers right into them, while at the same time she lifted her back and bottom clear of the bed so that only her feet and shoulders were in contact with the mattress, pushing herself hard against my fingers as she did so. From her mouth came a series of inarticulate little exclamations that built in frequency and volume until she was crying out loudly and continuously, totally out of control. When it had finished she slumped back to the bed, gasping and trembling, shuddering with little aftershocks and rolling her head from side to side. When the moment finally peaked, it wasn’t abrupt, it was consuming. A shared wave that left Molly breathless and clinging, bodies pressed close, utterly present in the aftermath of her ecstasy. We stayed like that, foreheads touching, breathing together. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Then she laughed softly, lazy and satisfied. “That was beautiful… but unexpected.”

“Was it really?” I returned.

“No. I suppose it wasn’t.” Slowly she regained her bearings and her eyes focused, looking at me with a satisfied little smile on her face. “Thank you.” She whispered, and she obviously meant it too.

I nodded and smiled back, sitting up a little and taking my hand from between her legs. “Anything to oblige my best friend.” I told her, as I looked back at the doorway. They must have heard!

She smiled again as I turned back to her, and we both lay quietly on the bed naked for a little while, both of us thinking over what had happened and its implications, and the biggest question that we had to answer was simply this, were we likely to take that last logical step? We were both shooting little glances at each other as if trying to weigh up each other’s thoughts.

“I want to have sex with you, Jeff. Right now.”

“Why aren’t you ever satisfied?” I asked. Fingering a best friend was something entirely different to full intercourse while my fiancée finished putting on her make-up for our engagement party!

“You always leave me wanting more. Fuck me?” 

“I’m just the latest in a long line of lovers, of that I’m sure…” I murmured, “How often have you fucked with that door open?” I pushed my cock into her belly to hide my erection, trying to calm my own lustful thoughts. Desperately trying to find a way out of this but not finding the motivation to pull away.

“I told you already?” Molly replied, “I never shut the door.”

“And how many have you sneaked up those stairs?” I probed further, trying to buy myself time. Soon one of the girls will appear. Soon my biological need to bury myself inside this sexy, fertile young woman would pass.

“Almost never actually. I was always honest with my grandmother. Sometimes I would even declare ‘I’m going to fuck this young man’. I told her that the first time I brought you up here… the first time we had sex.” 

My mind was blown away when I heard that. My eyes moved around the room, taking it in, trying to find a reason to deny her.

“So, shall we do it?” Molly asked me finally.

She was gazing down at my erection with a look of determination on her face. She was beautifully different to the twins, and even to Sophie and Ellen, and just as beguiling. I still had huge reservations, both about sex with Molly and about starting my official engagement by shagging another woman. But I was smitten with the dark haired beauty and at that age when your cock is hard your head is soft; so guess what I said?

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m always ready… for you.” We still hesitated, looking at each other, breathing hard. I looked at the open door, wondering if anyone would appear to stop us… then I looked back at Molly as she bit her bottom lip. If anyone was worried in the next room, they didn’t make any moves as Molly shuffled up the bed to open her legs and spread her arms in welcome. “Fuck me, Jeff,” she announced far too loudly.

I rolled towards her, lifting myself over one outstretched leg and settling myself between her thighs, the head of my cock just touching her somewhere very close to her pussy. She sighed in satisfaction and reached down to guide me in, spreading and raising her legs to make it possible. It was strange to feel Molly touching me, pulling me towards her and then directing my cock to her entrance. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d guided Rachel into her in just the same way when they used her strap-on, wriggling when the fake cock found her hole to make sure it was aimed correctly. She did that to me, accompanied by another of her sighs, and then pushed her pelvis at me, simultaneously pulling at my shoulders to make me enter her. I didn’t need the persuasion; I was simply making sure I was penetrating before thrusting deep, and as soon as I felt my cock was in place I rammed it hard into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

I instinctively glanced across at the doorway and saw that same little triangular gap that I had spied through when Molly was on this very same bed, rubbing herself while I fucked Jessica on hers. I didn’t expect that she’d be watching me doing her friend at our engagement party, but I wouldn’t have cared in that moment if she was. I smiled to myself almost wolfishly and set up a hard fast rhythm, plunging forcefully deep inside her. For some reason I needed Molly to know the difference between a woman with a strap-on and a vigorous young man, as he attempted to breed with her. With every stroke she gasped into my ear as I pushed into her and gripped me hard as I pulled back. She wanted it this way as much as I did.

It wasn’t long before I felt my balls begin to tighten with the beginnings of a climax… and only then did I think about contraception. In my lustful state I seemed to remember screwing her without a condom in the past but, although I really didn’t want to withdraw, I wanted to be sure.

“I’m going to cum.” I grunted. “Are you safe?”

“Yes, the pill.” She gripped me harder, locking her legs around my back. “Don’t pull out, I’m cumming too.”

We came together, me slamming myself at her while she shoved back up onto me, her legs still around my waist. It was a hard and bruising climax for each of us, Molly more particularly because she bit her lips quite badly as her orgasm hit her, but, fucking hell, it was worth it. I’m pretty sure that it was the thrill of a forbidden fuck that made it so powerful, but who the hell cared? I’d shot my load into Molly’s pussy, and she’d enjoyed every second of it.

Afterwards we lay side by side again, but this time both of us were gasping and panting for breath, our bodies covered in that lovely light sheen of post-coital sweat. Neither of us said a word for several minutes as we attempted to get our heads around what we’d just done. Eventually, as before, it was Molly who spoke first.

“I’m not sorry, are you?”

“No.”

How could I be sorry, I’d only done what we had always done. The three other women in my life gave me to her! Or was that just a justification for my abhorrent unfaithfulness?

“Do you think we will ever do it again?” She took my hand in hers as she said that, an affectionate act that I now found a little disturbing.

“I don’t know.” I was hedging my bets, I didn’t want to be too deeply involved. After tonight… I’d be officially engaged to another woman. “Let’s see how we feel about it tomorrow.”

“Yes, that makes sense I suppose,” she sounded disappointed. “But you’re going to need to talk to Jessica about us… about what we’ve done, why we did it, and why I want it to happen again. You can’t let this turn into something you regret. You’ll talk to her won’t you?”

Why would I ever do that?

“I’ll talk to her about us tomorrow, I promise.”

“And you’ll tell Sophie about me and Rachel, will you?”

“What is there to say? She already knows. I’m lucky they didn’t see any of that!”

She grinned broadly.

“Do you think they have any doubt in their minds as to what we just did? I don’t want to give you up, Jeff. I’ll always be here for you and I’ll make it good for you if and when you do choose me, I swear,” she whispered, looking down at my semi-erect manhood, and back up. She licked her lips before biting her lower lip again.

My cock was reforming, and precum glistened at the swollen head. Molly looked down to admire my weapon, then slowly knelt at my feet. She slid her hands up my legs to hold my cock by the base with one hand and my balls with the other. I gasped as her head moved in and she licked my swollen cock head.

“We can’t have you meeting guests with another woman’s scent on you,” Molly said and then opened her mouth and sucked a few inches of my now fully erect cock into her mouth. She sucked in, her cheeks sucking in. Her tongue moved around my cock and she moaned softly and started bobbing her head. I felt every hair on my legs stand up, my butt cheeks tensed and I groaned. My chest swelled and my nipples felt hard. Molly was intent on her work, bobbing and sucking noisily, sucking up spit that made its way out of her mouth, and savouring the taste of my young cock. She had no more ability to control her mouth on my cock than I had when I nutted inside. She was a victim of her own desire, and my willingness to be the object of it.

“Please, you need to stop!” I balked. “We need to get dressed…”

But she didn’t stop… and I didn’t do anything to escape her hot lips, secured like a noose of pleasure around my erect penis. This was like something out of a depraved, guilty fantasy. Something that shouldn’t make me so turned on, but undeniably did. It meant that I was a cheating scumbag, unfaithful to my beautiful bride to be, with her own best friend no less. But the primitive, animal lust instincts built into the lower part of my brain were driven by the dirty smuttiness of it. She pulled away and made eye contact with me, licking her lips and smiling.

“Wait…” Even as a bead of pre-cum oozed from my swollen head, I hesitated, both dying to let this happen and too ashamed to allow it, while overcome with fear that Jessica must know what had happened earlier. But Molly was in no mood to wait. She slowly bobbed her head down, sucking on my glans first, then taking the length of me into her hot, wet mouth, with an inexorable suction.

I clutched Molly by her head, unable to do more than mentally struggle between pulling her away and yanking her further down toward my balls. She was sucking me off. Molly was sucking her own juices from her best friend’s cock.

You’re a sick fuck. You’re a perverted piece of shit, I berated myself miserably. It didn’t change the fact that my balls were aching, threatening to release at any second as Molly’s head bobbed up and down, licking and sucking. The emotional heat of the moment was amplified by the open door to the bedroom.

“Molly… Please!” I muttered, even as my hips began thrusting forward, and I pulled on her long, straight hair, fucking her face.

I can’t, I thought, even though it was the complete opposite of what I wanted. This is so wrong… so just depravedly filthy, so obscene… I grit my teeth, holding on with all of my might, as Molly continued sucking me off, trying to coax it out with eagerness. I… I can’t… I shouldn’t… shouldn’t want this…

“Stop… You’re going to make me…”

I was fighting an impossible battle, my better nature losing in the face of my baser instincts. But what put me over the top was the movement I caught out of my peripheral vision; I looked up to see through the open bedroom door, across the bedroom, the door to the hallway was ajar as well. And Jessica was standing there in the doorway opposite. 

I couldn’t help but imagine how we must look from her point of view; me standing there facing her with my clothes strewn around the floor, her best on her knees with her back to her, her dark hair bouncing up and down, servicing me.

Jessica’s skirt was unbuttoned too. A hand was down inside of her panties, working furiously, while the other was feeling up one of her small tits through her halter top. She’d been watching us. Getting off on seeing her bestie sucking off her fiance. Just like she’d done earlier in our relationship. Brazenly touching herself, right in front of me, not even trying to hide it. If Molly so much as turned her head, she’d see Jessica there, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, fingering herself.

But Molly wasn’t likely to notice. She was focused solely on getting her me off, sucking I like a vacuum, stroking my shaft up and down in her hand with a twisting motion she’d never used on me before. I was panting hard when she slowly pulled away from my glistening cock and watched as some spit spanned the gap from the tip to the edge of her lip, then slowly drooped to land just under her collarbone. My hands still on her tits, I pulled them up and watched as it slowly glimmered on her chest, followed closely by a large dollop of spit that landed squarely in her cleavage. Taking my cock in her hand, I rubbed the tip through the saliva she had so helpfully supplied between her tits, then quickly slapped the head down on the top of one of her fleshy boobs, making an audible ‘thwack’. 

“I need a tittie fuck…” Molly commanded, and she lifted them both from underneath, the nipples jutting forth from the ends of her large mounds. 

Little ripples of tit flesh bounced each time I smacked my cock on a generous fleshy mound, first the left then the right, then back again. Then I pushed the tip straight into one of the waiting nipples and watched as it disappeared in a bubble of soft flesh that spilled over her fingers, as she held her breast firmly to my rod. I pushed in again, harder, and she didn’t seem to mind this at all.

“Mmmm, yeah, keep doing that…” she said, eyes glued to my cock as it slowly fucked her nipple. I shifted to the other one, pushing again into the other soft red target and us both watching as her tit swelled up with the pressure each time I moved forward. She let go of the breast that wasn’t getting the business and moved her hand down between her legs, giving me a little inward spasm. Her hand moved slowly over her vulva as she rubbed herself, and I could just make out her fingers as they deftly slipped under the soft front folds in time with Jessica who still stood, mouth agape, at the bedroom door.

Guiding my shaft, she slid it down her cleavage before lifting her arms, pushing her beautiful breasts together. We both watched as the head of my cock popped up from between the crushed valley of her tit cleavage. At the doorway, Jessica kept working at her pussy, moving her other hand down now so both were occupied getting herself off. I started to move back and forth, pushing on Molly’s bigger tits with my hard cock, her boobs swelling now from her arms pushing them in from the sides, as her best friend’s hands busied themselves stroking faster and faster in her panties.

“I can’t keep this up…” I mumbled, watching my rod slip back and forth through her undulating flesh.

Molly responded with another gob of spit that leaked out of her mouth down onto my shaft, instantly pulled back into the folds of her cleavage along with my stiff prick, only to see daylight again a split second later, the head of my cock shiny with drool. She looked down at it poking up at her from between her big tits and let out a little moan; a little sign I knew from experience of an impending orgasm. I gauged I had seconds left before she released, and suddenly I wanted to do this together. Three more fast and hard thrusts and my balls began to tingle, slapping up against the underside of her breasts, my cock head tapping under her chin. I reached around behind her head and began to pull it forward but she was already moving towards me, her mouth wide to receive the head of my cock as I continued to fuck her tits raw. The head plunged between her lips as they closed tightly over my bucking shaft. She began trying to talk between moans with my cock springing up from between her tits to plant firmly into her mouth and jab further into her throat with each lunge.

“Mmglth! Glup… jaglghff… mmmm… Mmglth!! Gmpl… kllghf… mmmm.. Mmglth!”

Jessica’s hands were shaking furiously, I could see her slowly losing muscle control as her orgasm began to break over her. Pulling her shoulders in close I thrust a final time deep into her throat as my cock and balls crushed Molly’s tits around me in a ballooning ocean of soft breast, followed by a satisfying gag and jerk of Molly’s head as it reflexively pulled back away from me. Jessica’s eyes were closed in the throws of an orgasm as Molly’s head leaned back, giving me a view of my throbbing cock stuck right between the massive orbs of her tits, pointing up and out towards her retreating mouth.

My balls were aching to release, and knowing she was now completely abandoned to the shaking orgasm she was having, I let myself go and watched as a rope of thick white cum sprung from the end of my cock to land in a streak across her face, starting at her nose, going across her forehead, and finishing in her hair. Molly immediately engulfed my spasming cock with her mouth.

With Molly’s oral pleasuring, and Jessica standing across the room groping herself in plain view, I couldn’t help myself, whatever my reservations and feelings of guilt, with my eyes locking with Jessica’s, I let out a loud cry and I unloaded another volley into Molly’s mouth, cumming just as hard as I had earlier, the semen virtually blasting the back of the beautiful brunette’s throat. Over at the door I could just hear Jessica moaning, her face contorted with ecstasy, but Molly didn’t appear to notice, letting out lewd moans of her own as she swallowed my load, her delicate throat working, the copious amount of seed first coating my shaft as I involuntarily pumped in and out, then dripping off of Molly’s lips as she kept them wrapped around my manhood.

I stood there for several moments, panting hard, the thick, pheromone-filled air heavy in my lungs. Still clutching fistfuls of Molly’s hair, I shuddered as she gave me one last hard suck before letting my softening member fall out of her mouth, a long strand of mingled drool and jizz trailing out and dribbling down her chin to join the cream dripping into her cleavage. I looked at Jessica across the way, leaning against the doorframe, head turned upwards, relishing the ending glow of her own climax. Silently, I willed her to look back at me and after what felt like an eternity later, she finally did open her eyes again. I gave her an apologetic look and she smiled, and relieved, I let go of Molly’s hair, leaning back on Molly’s grandmother’s quilt, my chest still heaving.

Molly climbed up onto the bed in front of me. Her lips and cheeks were bathed in a sticky white cummy mess by the time I was through, with more cum across her forehead, in her hair, and small drops of it near her eye, little sexy tears of semen from a massive facial. At the door, Jessica was visibly spent, having had a pretty fair orgasm as well by the looks of it. When I looked back at Molly, she too was staring at Jess. Then she dropped her head forward and put my cock back in her mouth, her chin resting on her crushed tits, bulging still from the push of my cock and balls into those big and wonderful boobs. She slowly and sloppily sucked me and took my cum in her mouth, taking in the leftovers from her lips and face as it slowly ran down onto my shaft.

I pulled out after a few more slurps, taking time to slowly draw my shaft through the valley of her tight cleavage, and grasping the sides of her tits as I did so, squeezing them together in a final goodbye. As she lay back, I could see that her pussy was so wet it was dripping onto her grandmother’s quilt. I glared at the remaining cum on her face, prolonging the image before me of my leftover semen on her face and in her gorgeous hair. She stirred slightly, and I cupped a breast in one of my hands, squeezing it gently as I watched the flesh push out to the sides. “Molly, you mean so much to me… so much to us… you’re the only friend I’ve got… and I don’t want to lose you… but we… we can’t do this again.”

“I say you can,” Jessica called out from the corridor.

Molly smiled and lay back onto her grandmother’s still breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide and luminous, though they’d become unfocused again, her lips slightly parted, still glistening with the mix of saliva and semen. I felt my loins stir slightly, a feeling of prurient awe falling over me at this new look I had never expected Molly to ever wear again. Jessica caught her breath, readjusted her panties and skirt and disappeared back into the darkness behind her. I could her her talking with her mother and sister and I tried to comprehend how I could ever make our marriage work.

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Ten minutes later and I hadn’t moved. The sunny afternoon light filtered through the open curtains that probably hadn’t been closed the night before. Molly’s soft breasts pressed against my right side; her head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. Jessica walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. As she looked down and smiled, I noticed for the first time in what felt like forever, my cock lay completely soft and spent against my thigh, no morning wood, no urge to cum, just satisfied exhaustion.

I smiled faintly, breathing in our combined scent. Molly stirred, letting out a low, happy groan as she shifted her hips, “Ooooh, that’s a soreness I haven’t felt in a very long time.” She kissed my chest then whispered, “You did so very well. Thank you, Jessica.”

The little ginger haired twin kissed the top of her head, “You’re welcome, and thank you.”

I stretched lazily and winced at myself, “Oh wow, I may be walking funny for a few days.”

Jessica chuckled and Molly said, “I think we will both be walking funny.”

As Jessica shifted on the bed she laughed, “I don’t understand how you still had so much cum. Molly is going to be leaking all the way through the party.”

Molly nodded, “Even after you ate me out, I knew there was still some more in there.”

We all laughed, and Jessica nodded towards my sticky, wet, flaccid manhood and chuckled, “I hope you have something left in there for later?”

“I took a huge load in my mouth, I almost drowned in the stuff, and my pussy feels so full. Sorry, Jess, he’s going to be running on empty for a while.” Molly laughed, squeezing us both.

“She’s right, I’m completely spent. Mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. I have no idea how I’m even supposed to stay awake through the celebrations after what she just did to me,” I said guiltily.

“Sorry, not sorry!” Molly smiled but then put her hand on Jessica’s shoulder as if in apology. Jessica smiled back and nodded, putting her own hand on top of Molly’s while I tried not to let my mind spiral down into an abyss of guilt. “As much as I hate to say it,” Molly began, “But I should probably get dressed for the party. Where are Sophie and Rachel?”

“They went downstairs before the grand finale. I stayed for the climax… climaxes!”

“Then I’ll get ready too,” Molly sighed and she climbed out of bed; she was walking a little funny as she made her way into her own bedroom.

Jessica recognised that I was struggling, as usual, and cuddled into me, reassuring me that everything was okay. I held her as she caressed my naked body with her caring hands and we both sighed. Our touches were tender and affectionate rather than sexual, gentle strokes along sore muscles, soft kisses on shoulders, and loving looks. As Jessica stroked my chest, she began to speak, her voice soft and calming, “I know you. I know when reality catches up with you, you crash, but there is no need to worry. You did nothing wrong and I want to thank you for doing that… for Molly… and for me. I know you find it difficult but if we are going to get married… then I don’t want you to feel that you can’t still share your love with either Molly or my sister.”

“That doesn’t sound like any typical marriage vow I’ve ever heard,” I replied. “I start working full time in another week. And your final year at Uni starts the week after. I’m looking forward to the future… our future, it’s the beginning of the end.”

Jessica smiled as her hands glided carefully over my hot skin, “You’re saying you don’t think we’ll have time… we will make time, Jeff. Our happiness and theirs is important to me. But you come first. If you want to… tonight can be the last time we do this. We can be exclusive… if that’s what you want. If that’s what makes you happy.”

I laughed lightly, turning to kiss Jessica’s cheek. “Making you happy is what makes me happy. We’re not married yet… It’ll be a long engagement… and as we haven’t taken any sacred vows… I’ll try and make it work.”

“Don’t count on it being a long engagement, Jeff,” Jessica said, looking at me through her long eyelashes, smirking. “I know Molly isn’t showering in there… she’s going to carry your cum around in her panties all night… except for the sperm that are already swimming inside her womb.”

“I know, but she said she’s on the pill,” I said, startled by her description.

“It is what it is. One day Jacob will have a half-brother or half-sister… it’s the way it should be. I hope I’m the one to give you babies… but I also know Mom thinks her infertility problems might be hereditary. I… I may not be able to have children of my own. I may never… have your baby.” Jessica choked on her words, her green eyes glistening.

“You don’t know that, Jess!” I exclaimed, “Sophie has given birth to four children despite the infertility issues. When the time is right… you will have a baby of your own. Sophie said herself in the years that followed your birth, she didn’t think things were going well for her. Ellen caused her a lot of stress. Your dad threw himself into his work… There were a lot of factors.”

“I suppose… and then you came along and solved everything.”

“I came along and then everything became more complicated! Don’t worry, Jess. I’m in no position to make another baby until I’ve got my own life sorted out.”

I climbed from the bed and began to search for my underwear while Jessica headed downstairs to fetch my travel. I redressed Molly’s grandmother’s bed and then joined them in her bedroom to get dressed for the big event. Molly was there and I took her in, sitting naked at the dresser. “Do you plan on wearing clothes?”

Molly looked back at me through the mirror. Smiling at my boyish mischief. “To be honest with you, I rarely wore clothes up here. After putting in a shift in the café I would shower and then I’d spend the rest of the evening naked, and no one would think anything of it. If you see my grandmother up here naked, do not be at all surprised,” she laughed, still applying make-up.

“I bet she looked stunning when she was your age,” I teased.

“She did, I’ll find you some photos of her sometime, so you know… if you choose me, or babies will have good genes. I overheard your conversation with Jessica. I’m desperate to have children of my own and working at your mother’s fertility clinic doesn’t help things at all!”

“Jessica doesn’t need to worry about that. I’m sure one day… we will be blessed.”

“You will, and if not I’ll help,” Molly teased, “As a fertility specialist…” she added, and she didn’t make it clear in what capacity she was prepared to ‘help’ but I knew. I hoped Jessica didn’t.

Molly just smiled. I looked down to the bed; Molly’s evening dress was laid out on top of it. I looked down again past the bed and to a box of sex toys on the floor; I bet she had explored most of them with Rachel. We both instinctively felt the presence of someone in the doorway to the room. It was Jessica, watching what was going on with a glint in her eye. She and Molly shared a conspirator’s smile. I approached the box and drew out a butt plug. A mid-range silver one, and I held it up to light. A green jewel sparkled on its end.

“Oh, would you like me to wear that to dinner?” Jessica asked as she approached. I smiled as she looked at it and an evil little grin spread across her face. “I would do anything my husband-to-be asks of me. Get me some lube, Jeff.” 

Molly chuckled as she finished her hair and make-up. She looked even more beautiful than usual if it were possible. “So, you’ll be wearing a little more than just your dress this evening?” She said to the little redhead, teasing her.

They both laughed and I felt a little out of the loop. Jessica pointed for me to sit on the edge of Molly’s bed, I did just that and my Cherry Pie positioned herself over my lap. She lifted her skirt and put her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Molly gasped at the tantalizing view, Jessica’s crack visible to us through the transparent seat of her underpants, her behind framed by her raised skirt above, garter straps to either side, the black stockings below. Jess groaned with humiliation knowing how much of her was on display and that her arousal was apparent to us. I confirmed it when I pushed into her sodden sex through the fabric of the panties. With her fingers in the waistband, Jessica began to peel them downwards, ever so slowly. Teasing us, and at the same time, multiplying the pleasure she was feeling of being vulnerable and exposed in front of us. 

Her panties were coming down past her pubic hair now, Molly and I watched their descent. She was unhurried in her motions, toying with the thin fabric, toying with her pussy as well. I knew that this was all part of the process, a rainbow arc, a rocket’s trajectory that started at the ground, climbed slowly up through the stratosphere, and, finally, would reach the zenith of her pleasure. Bent over my knee, like a little girl, her skirt hitched up, her panties pulling down, Jessica’s sense of regression, of being small, cared for, and looked after were thoughts that comforted her as she bared her behind to us. It was an incredibly erotic display. Molly handed me the tube of lube as Jessica continued pulling her panties down, and we watched their slow descent, the gradual baring of her behind to the cold air and our gaze. It looked childish, having her bottom exposed, as she lay there feeling the solidity of my legs under her, feeling the lump in the center of my lap that she knew marked my own excitement at what she would have me do to her. Somehow my erection seemed to comfort her, making her feel loved and appreciated. It also increased her own arousal, to know how much I was enjoying the show, how excited I was to be in control of her, of her little rear hole and what was about to go into it soon enough.

Jessica’s panties ceased their descent just below her bum cheeks. Her arse was small, but round, and beautifully pert. Displayed as if ready for a spanking. And she would get a spanking after this night was over. After several seconds, she gripped her bum cheeks in her dainty hands and spread them, inviting me to proceed. Her little star was exposed, and twitched in anticipation as I pressed the nozzle of the lube in between her peachy cheeks, and seated it against her hole. Then I squeezed. The cold lube shifted from the tube and directly into her rectum. She gasped at the sudden transition from hot to cold as she felt the lubricant flow, adding an unfamiliar wet pressure in her bowels.

I paused and took in reality for a moment; Jessica, bare bottomed, panties half-way down her thighs, ass stuck up, legs too far apart for comfort. I was hard, she was wet… and the cold lube was something she could feel entering her, forcing its way up her quivering behind, lodging itself deep in her bowels, the discomfort as palpable as the excitement she expected it to bring. I could imagine how it felt up there, deep in her posterior, intruding and teasing. I leaned forward and retrieved the butt plug. Bent over, head down towards the floor, Jessica was unable to see. She was almost inclined to look at it, to see its thickness, and the thick coating of lube I had applied to it. Instead, she put her head down and focused on staying still, bent over in my lap in submission, and the sight of her bare bottom presented to us. I felt my cock grow even harder underneath her as I brought the tapered head of the plug to her bare backside. She hissed as she felt the cold metal going between her cheeks, spreading them. She knew that we could see her unsullied bumhole, tensing, waiting for the penetration. The butt plug teased anus, just the tip intruding, pushing slightly, just enough to cause her to moan. Molly and I heard that moan get louder as the plug pushed into her flesh firmly, disappearing inside her tight behind. She shifted over in my lap, for some odd reason coming to rest with my knee more firmly between her legs.

Jessica’s face was the same colour as her hair and I recognized the familiar heat between her legs that demonstrated that blood was flowing to other parts of her as well. She might have felt humiliated to be over my knees like this, panties down, in front of her best friend… but the arousal offset the humiliation, and she pushed up, off my lap to get more of the plug inside her each time I withdrew it, teasingly. We realised she was sodomizing herself on it. Once again, the humiliation, instead of quenching her arousal, inflamed it. Silently, we watched her moving, watched her rise and fall over my knees. We saw her behind tighten on the chromed metal each time I pushed it in. We could smell her arousal. She should be ashamed, and perhaps she was, but that shame only fed her desire, pushing her on to even greater acts of depravity.

I continued my anal assault, making the plug move freely in her behind as I did so. She hissed and sighed as I moved it from side to side slightly, then in and out. In and out, in and out. Finally, I stopped, holding it in, all the way up her behind. I said nothing. Just keeping her there, impaled inside her rectum. But there was no embarrassment, the knowledge that she was on display; The short blouse, the panties down, the stockings and garters framing her backside. It did not phase her. Molly sighed in appreciation. Jessica smiled. We stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then Jessicca stood up on shaky legs and bending down we watched Jess pull her panties back up, making them comfortable, before carefully lowering the skirt of her dress, smoothing it as best she could over her hips and legs. Jessica straightened up, turning to face me with flushed cheeks and a bright, satisfied smile. She adjusted the bodice slightly, making sure her breasts still looked perfect in the dress.

“It feels so odd but oh so perfect, this will be our little secret.” She finished her sentence with a quick peck on my cheek so she wouldn’t ruin her lipstick. “You’ll need something to wear too, Jeff. You can’t go downstairs looking like that!” She handed me the case containing a smart change of clothes. “Is this what you’re wearing tonight, Molly?”

“I got it out, but now I think I need something a little more formal. Will you help me choose something to go with it?” Molly asked, walking over to the wardrobe and opening it.

Jessica joined her and as I laid out my own clothes on the bed they started looking over her best friend’s dresses. Jessica stepped away and drew back closer to me. Molly was still nude and my heart raced taking in her brilliant nakedness. Her back to us, Jessica didn’t miss a beat. She started stroking my quickly growing cock.

“I hope my little accessory won’t come out over dinner…” Jessica whispered. “Do you think anyone will notice?” 

Molly turned her head, with a wicked smirk. “I won’t tell if you won’t. Sometimes I wear one all day when at the clinic… so I might be better prepared for Rachel…” She winked at Rachel’s twin and the two women broke out laughing again. I nearly shot a load across the room, trying my best to hold onto my nut butter. “When Jeff gets hard he stays hard… and he gets hard so quickly! I hope you know what a precious gift that is Jessica.” Jessica just blushed and gripped my penis tightly, as if to demonstrate to her exotic nude best friend, that my swollen appendage belonged to her. Molly just smiled then went back to looking for a dress. 

Jessica spared me any more embarrassment, dropped my cock and brought her hands up to my cheeks, encasing them and kissing me passionately. I did belong to her. She did not need to worry. All I wanted was to be hers and nobody else’s. Molly pulled a jacket to compliment the dress on the bed and turned to face us. I stopped breathing. I would have the same reaction if Aphrodite suddenly appeared before me; nude and glistening in a sheen of perspiration and our cum. I stared at her sweet face smiling back at me. At her dark hair that fell just so, accentuating her soft shoulders. At her twin handfuls of breasts, topped with nipples that seemed to be growing as we watched.

“You can keep the butt plug, Jessica. It can be an engagement present to you… to both of you. Trust me, you’ll both appreciate it… later. So what do you think, Jess?” She held up the waist coat and did a game show hostess sweep of her hands… but my eyes were glued to the area below Molly’s waist. She stood with her legs slightly apart, her pussy was still puffy with arousal, my creamy cum still evident on her labia. Her thighs were still slick with our combined juices and her clitoral hood was prominent. Her clit just needed a bit of coaxing to slide out: a touch or a kiss would be all it would take. Below, her inner lips flared out like butterfly wings. But the main attraction was the spunk smeared swirling folds of flesh around her lower opening. My cock began to twitch and lurch and both girls noticed and giggled at my reaction.

“I feel so desired when you look at me with those blue, drop dead gorgeous, ‘come to bed eyes’ of yours. Trust me, if we weren’t already running late I’d be jumping you on that bed right now. Having you both see me, exposed like this, makes me feel lucky to be a part of your relationship. I am honoured to be your friend and I’m flattered you think of me as one too. Jeff… My offer stands. I’ll always be here for you… if you need me. If either of you need me. Talk to your fiancée about it.” She said it directly to me. She turned and walked for the bathroom door. Picking up her clothes. “See you both at dinner.” She winked back into the room. Jessica turned my head away from Molly’s perfect ass and in for another kiss. 

“Now we better go back downstairs before someone comes looking. Get dressed and I’ll see you in a little bit.”

I grinned, still catching my breath as I tucked myself away. “I love you, Jess.”

“I love you too. Now get a move on.”

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Jessica and I were the centre of attention downstairs. The carefully selected guests had begun to arrive and we didn’t get much time to talk about anything other than to accept congratulations and share stories with our friends and family. When Molly re-emerged from her bedroom she was dressed similarly to the girls. Seeing her with Rachel, both so different, but so beautiful, took my breath away. They were both wearing evening dresses, Molly in a deep red one that hugged her curves and showed plenty of cleavage, Rachel in a flirty pink number with thin straps that left her shoulders and back beautifully exposed. They looked radiant, beautifully presented, and effortlessly alluring.

I pulled each woman into a tight hug. Rachel kissed me deeply first, her hand cupping my cheek. Molly followed with a kiss just as affectionate and slow. As they pulled back, Jessica leaned in close with a mischievous glint in her eye so only Molly and I could hear, “By the end of the night I want you in my panties, Jeff.” She gave a little shimmy, letting the hem sway teasingly, no doubt feeling the butt plug shift and give secret pleasure to her insides. 

“And you’re still leaking out of me. I can feel you with every step,” whispered Molly.

If I thought it was hard keeping my hard-on down around Molly, I was glad I was sitting down at the dinner table when Rachel and Sophie took their places opposite me. While the men were dressed formally in trousers and shirts. The women were dressed in evening gowns fit for escorts and porn stars. Molly’s little red number turned out to be just that, barely long enough to cover her pussy and ass as she sat at the table. But my mouth was agape at how stunning Sophie looked wearing an elegant figure hugging bodycon evening dress. It accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her hips might be a bit wider than Molly’s and her daughter’s but her bum was still a fantastic pear shape, helped by the heels. Rachel’s mesmerising green eyes never left mine as Jessica showed off her ring. While she had a smaller chest than her mother, anyone could tell she still had two nice handfuls of mammary, desperately trying to form a cleavage in her pink dress. The dress covered her neck and chest, however, left a generous amount of side boob.

She sat beside Joseph, who was at the top of the table with my Mom and Dad. I was glad I was getting to sit opposite the matriarch of the family. Sophie’s dress was a black number with a very deep, wide vee neck. I could just make out the areolas of her nibbles. She caught me looking, giving me a wink and a smile when she did. And when I stopped, thinking it was impolite she leaned over and whispered; “You’re not bored of looking at my tits already, are you?” She caught me off guard and my heart rate went through the roof. I blushed and looked at Jessica. She smiled coyly back at me. Her dress was practically see-through. I thought the material would be thicker than it was and when she finally put it on when we were getting ready, I couldn’t believe how daring it was. And yet, no one at the dinner table batted an eyelid. She was all but naked eating her meal and no one cared. 

Then there was Rachel, she was sitting on the opposite side of me. Again, like her mother, she wore a flower-patterned dress with a plunging neckline. Every time I looked down, I could see her nipples. Molly and her grandmother, quite rightly, fawned over her, desperate for her not to feel like the ugly sister. How could she possibly ever be that? Rachel though, as always, looked happy to be celebrating with us and it filled my heart with joy every time she shared a long, loving look with me. Molly’s grandmother had a small collection of waiters and waitresses, mostly friends of the twins who were looking for summer jobs and they made sure that the little café was fit for a banquet. There were no more than a couple of dozen guests but the restaurant was rocking. She must have called in some favours because there seemed to be an endless supply of delicious food and everyone was having a good, if not a little understated time. As the evening wore on and with the wine loosening everyone up, I noted that the alcohol had loosed people up a little. The conversation became more titillating. Rachel regaled everyone of the weekend she had recently enjoyed with Molly. She wasn’t explicit but it was clear they had visited our favourite locations and hinted at the carnal acts they had committed there.

I watched Joseph’s reaction as she described at length Molly’s beauty and the tranquility of the places we now knew so well. Her Father hung on her every word and was not fazed by it at all. Even Molly started to talk about her past sex life, going into detail about catching tourists fucking in the bathroom not too long ago… I wondered if she meant Jessica and I? Molly was sitting extremely close to Rachel. Across the table from me, Jessica and her mother were holding hands and from time to time one would cup the other’s face or stroke their hair. At one point Molly pinched one of Rachel’s nipples, visibly on display. It was something I knew got Jessica and her twin extremely wet.

“Do I get like that when I’ve had a few glasses of wine?” Jessica whispered into my ear. I nodded with a telling smile and she placed her hand on my knee, I froze as I felt it creep up my thigh. Watching Rachel and Molly all but make out with each other. I turned to Jessica; she was still facing me and we both watched the secret lovers; their lips were practically touching but no one seemed to care about their over-familiarity with each other and the sensuous nature of their actions.

“I don’t usually drink wine… I don’t need alcohol to show you how much I love you.” I whispered softly and kissed my fiancée passionately. I knew it was daring in front of everyone but everyone else seemed to be in their own world.

“I think you two are going to have one hell of a fuck tonight,” Sophie whispered quietly. She leaned into my ear as she spoke and moved her hand up over Jessica’s and then cupped my crotch. Slowly they massaged my cock under the table. Not in any obvious way, just gentle caresses, knowing I would instantly become erect. They continued their conversations as they played, seductively, with my poor manhood. I looked around the table; Sophie and my Dad were sharing a tender moment and when I looked up the other end, my Mom and Joseph looked as if they were about to kiss! I guessed that our engagement had brought our two families together as everyone seemed happy and relaxed in each other’s company. I looked down at Rachel, Molly from the other side of her had her hand on her thigh, massaging up between her legs. This seemed almost surreal! I was so aroused and at the back of my mind a little voice confirmed; ‘you’ve made the right decision. Somehow, Jessica and I being together has fixed everything. I’d do anything for this family.’

Finally, Sophie turned to me, releasing my penis and instead took my hand in hers above the table with Jessica looking on, squirming in her seat, her accessory clearly amplifying her own arousal. “Jessica tells me you two still haven’t finalised your wedding plans.” Jessica’s hand gripped my thickening penis in anticipation of my words. The little voice in my head sang out ‘I would do anything for Sophie.’

“We are in no hurry. This coming year is going to be an important one. We will get it out of the way then commit to some dates,” I said, aiming it at Jessica.

“If you’d like, we could have a little discussion after dinner? It won’t be anything too intense, I’d just like to know if I can help.” Her hand caressed mine as she spoke. “There are important things you and I need to discuss.” 

I looked back down the table to Molly and Rachel, they were no longer kissing but were deeply intimate. Sophie didn’t even notice, if she even cared.

“If it’s okay with Jessica, I think that’s a great idea. There are important decisions to be made, about where we might end up living, how Jacob fits into it all, and when we might want to start our own family. You’ve been through it all, your experience is going to be invaluable. You fell in love with Joseph and you’ve been together over two decades. I could learn a lot from you–OOOO!.” Jessica’s hand wrapped around my member as Sophie squeezed my hand, holding me still. My fiancée and her mother looked at each other as I yelped in surprise and then burst out laughing. I looked pleadingly into my girlfriend’s eyes. She smiled devilishly and winked back.

“Come on,” Jessica announced, rising to her feet, “We need to get this part started. Let’s dance!”

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A local band had set up their equipment and the lights were lowered as the engagement dinner came to a close. Everyone looked very happy and the helpers quickly assisted Molly’s grandmother in clearing away and then helped us move the tables and chairs from the centre of the room. Soon several couples were up and dancing. The venue might have been small but that didn’t stop anyone from having a good time. The band was in the middle of their set, and with the music blaring loudly from speakers that were positioned directly over our heads, Jessica spent most of the time grinding into me, pressing her plugged ass right onto my cock. Moving in sync with the band, it felt great. Thankfully it was dark enough that nobody took notice of our own private dance, but the crowd was too much into the band to even give a second look or probably care if they could actually see. As the music got louder and faster, she kept pushing further and further back into me. I, not being the most musically inclined individual, stood rigid, up against the wall and allowed her to make most of the moves. The only move that I was able to make was happening in my pants. My cock was growing harder with each thrust of her body. With the end of the song nearing, Jess turned around, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and planted a kiss right on my lips.

“Are you having fun?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “You?”

“Yes! But I really want to dance!”

And with that, she turned around, and headed out into the crowd, leaving me against the wall, trying to cover up the bulge in my pants. It didn’t take long for her to find her way out into the middle of the crowd. Jumping up and down with the rhythm, it was only a matter of seconds before she was joined by Molly and her sister. I remained on the sides, up against the wall, peering into the crowd for the sight of her, but the room was so small and the crowd was so large it took me a few minutes to catch the first glimpse of her. The dancing was the typical jumping up and down, waving of the hands in the air, and screaming at the top of your lungs at the band type. A few guys, a couple of girls, and Jessica were right in the middle of the group, having a great time and I felt happy to watch my new family enjoy themselves.

Molly and Rachel quickly coupled up and I watched them move around the floor, she held onto her as they moved together, swaying and their feet seemingly moving as one. It was seamless, effortless and they were obviously well suited as partners, the look on Jessica’s face showed she was loving it. The music filled the room as the members gathered around the room clapped and enjoyed the couple’s efforts on the dance floor. I sipped my drink as I watched my Mom and Joseph decide the dancing was a little too frantic for them and walk to the side of the room opposite me. They were still holding hands and were engrossed in conversation. I looked back and saw Jessica begin to dance with some male University friends. Thankfully Dante, after being completely humiliated at last year’s Christmas party, hadn’t been seen in months but I felt a twinge of jealousy as I looked on seeing Jessica intertwined with another male friend as they chatted with another couple. She shot reassuring looks at me from the dancefloor and the anxiety I felt rising instantly dissipated.

I saw Jessica’s grandfather and his partner, in discussion with Sophie and she beckoned Joseph to join her. I had learned that Joseph had disowned his father in his early twenties after Sophie’s mother’s death. They were a blended family and Joseph’s Dad had taken to alcohol to cope with his grief after his wife’s unexpected passing. Alone in their family home, together, Joseph and Sophie, once step-siblings, fell in love. I felt a sense of pride in seeing Joseph reconnect with his father although he very obviously gave his father’s partner some icy stares. Either way, my betrothal seemed to be pulling a family once divided, back together. Maybe Jessica was right about my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I found myself wondering how Ellen was doing, and had she found her own place in the world after the events of her own, more elaborate, engagement party. Jessica and Rachel hadn’t seen her since that night but I suspected Joseph and Sophie had kept in touch with their wayward eldest daughter. Which was right. I never meant for Ellen to lose her family or for me to gain it in her absence. Ellen was wild and chaotic… but she was as much a victim of her childhood as everyone else was. It felt good to mentally make peace with the ghost of her presence. She had tried so hard to keep me away from Jessica… maybe she knew she was trying to hold back destiny? Maybe she knew she was destined to fail. Fate had other plans for me, for Jessica and Ellen, the psychotic blonde sister.

The dancers moved around the floor as I watched, the girls were chatting amiably as they danced and, as Molly’s grandmother walked by I greeted her and thanked her for her wonderful hospitality. “It used to be like this all the time back in the day,” she mused happily, “I wasn’t much older than you when I met my husband right here. It is such a pleasure to see it filled again with so many smiling faces. I should be thanking you for making this happen! I know you’ve had an unconventional romance, but I am so pleased to see you end up together. I always knew you would! From those first nervous meetings over coffee. Those first touches. That first kiss. I witnessed it all and it was a privilege to see true love take hold in both of your hearts.”

“This place became so very special to us. We always felt safe here. It felt like home. Thank you for making us feel so welcomed every time. I had no idea which twin I was dating but you were always so pleased to see us… and Molly. You both made sacrifices for us, going above and beyond, and made sure we fully appreciated the café, the lodges and this entire area. It’s beautiful here. Thank you, you are as much a member of our family as our parents and Rachel are. I am forever in your debt.”

“Oh pish! You’ve made an old woman very happy. You’ve done so much for Molly too, she has her own career and future thanks to you. She always hoped she might one day date you… but destiny has a way of doing its own thing,” she added, gesturing towards Molly and Rachel, holding each other close and swaying to the live music. Molly’s grandmother hugged me just as closely and then headed to the kitchen wearing the broadest smile in the café.

After a few songs the music became louder as the band was reaching the end of its set. Jessica made her way back to the wall where I was standing and a few of the friends she had made at University were following her. She came up to me and quickly introduced me to them. It was so loud that I could barely hear the names as I quickly shook the hands of these people. Jessica turned to me and asked me if I would mind going to the bar for a drink. I shouted as loud as I could to see if any of her new friends were thirsty, and with a nod of the head I headed out through the small crowd towards the counter. It took me just a few minutes to wrestle through the crowd, get to the bar, order four beers, and make my way back. Luckily there was a few minutes break between songs, and the crowd seemed to dissipate somewhat. I quickly handed over the beers, introduced myself again (as I was now able to hear their names) and sided over to the wall again.

“Did you mind that I’ve been dancing with my friends?” The smiling redhead asked me.

“Mind,” I replied, “not at all! In fact, I’m glad you found some people you can trust. Between Ellen and Dante I think I’m doomed to never have friends. You looked like you were having a really good time!”

She got up close to me and with her lips pressed up against my ear told me, “I’d have a better time if it was just the two of us.”

Before I could say another word, the music started up again and it was near impossible to say or hear anything else without having to shout. So, I gave Jesssica a kiss on the lips and went back to the wall with my beer. At first, I thought Jessica and her friends were going to make their way back into the crowd and onto the dance floor, but she stayed close, only a few feet away, jumping up and down in rhythm with the beats of the song until Molly and Rachel drifted over.

I stayed in the corner, watching the three of them having a great time as I stood up against the wall drinking my beer. After a few minutes, I could tell that both Rachel and Molly were moving in closer. One of them moved in front of Jessica as the other behind her, but continued to dance as before, jumping up and down with the beat of the music. Before long, however, I realised that Jess had put one arm around her sister’s waist and pulled her close. Molly, behind Jessica moved in as well. Jess turned her head around, looking for a reaction from me. I raised the beer I was holding into the air, and gave her a nod of the head, a wink of the eye, and a huge smile across my face. So, she continued to dance with the two of them.

While Molly was rubbing her body up against the back of my fiancée, Rachel had her arms wrapped around her waist, thrusting her body suggestively. In the meantime, I began dancing to the side, realising I was missing out on the fun. Jess, moved one of her arms from Rachel’s shoulder and took a hold of my hand, pulling me close to the group. With one more glance back over her shoulder to me, she pulled Molly in close and gave her a long, hard kiss. The sight was incredible! Dancing close with both of them and kissing Molly at the same time was going to be enough to keep my mind going forever, and the thoughts I was having at that exact moment were far from being innocent. I didn’t care if anybody noticed, but I was hard as could be, and my pants did little to cover that fact up. But with what was going on just a few feet in front of me, and with the band deep into a famous played song, there was little chance of anybody giving me one bit of notice.

The song ended, as well as the dance. Jessica moved quickly back over to the wall where I was originally standing, pulling me with her, out of breath. Before she could say anything to me, Molly and Rachel gave me a quick look, a smile, and a wave. They turned to Jessica and did the same before heading towards our parents. Jessica just looked at me and continued to smile and before she could say a single word, the band started on their encore song and she remained speechless. I grabbed a hold of her for one last dance and pulled her close to me. I pressed my lips tightly to hers, and could taste the sweet taste of her lips, with the hint of another flavour… Molly’s’s lips I presumed. She allowed her arms to go over my shoulders, drop to my waist, and press up firmly against my rock hard cock. That night, I danced like I never danced before. With one last song being played on the stage, I jumped as high into the air as I could, raising my arms way over my head, and screaming at the top of my lungs… right alongside Jessica. The woman I would spend the rest of my life with.

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When the party had ended and most of the guests had left our parents declared they would help clean up the dishes. Rachel and Molly mysteriously disappeared, and Jessica and I were left on our own to reorganise the café back to its original condition. We found ourselves in the middle of the now empty space, just holding each other, enjoying being in each other’s presence before we began shifting tables and chairs. I wanted to ask but was afraid. Jessica could read me like a book, she knew something was on my mind. She could always tell when something wasn’t okay with me.

“Ask me, go on. I know something’s up.”

“I saw you and Molly making out… Just like Rschel… you were getting pretty fucking hot with each other and no-one seemed to care!” I had stress in my voice as I spoke. She could tell I was a little freaked out by the night’s events with my sociability tanks running on empty. She cupped my face tenderly.

“I got a little carried away but you handled everything and everybody perfectly. If we didn’t have all this furniture to move we would probably be in Molly’s bed right now fucking like rabbits.” I felt a jolt in my penis. Jessica didn’t miss a beat, dropping a hand down to stroke it.

“I bet that bed is already occupied… Rachel went upstairs with her.” I felt the blood pump to my cock, I was tired but it felt good.

“I don’t blame my sister. Molly has been carrying your creampie around with her all night and it made her incredibly horny. I felt quite jealous! If it wasn’t for the butt plug in my eyes I would have felt quite left out.” I felt the pang of lust myself hearing her saying the words. She looked at my growing penis in my pants.

“Jeff, you’re always hard for me… you have no idea what that does for my ego.” I looked into her eyes as she teased me. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Come on, let’s finish here and go upstairs.” She looked into my eyes, dead serious, as she said it.

“But that’s where Molly and Rachel will be?”

“Then we’ll join them. We can open our presents in private and… I’d like to give something special to you Jeff.”

Fifteen minutes later, as our parents helped in the kitchen, I once again found myself being led by the hand up the narrow staircase to the apartment above the café. To my surprise Rachel and Molly were not in bed together. They were cuddled up on the sofa in the cozy open plan living room and Jessica led me to the sofa opposite and we all began to decompress after a pretty intense evening. We all enjoyed our friendship and shared some small talk. Jessica stood up to fetch us some water to help re-hydrate us and Rachel took the opportunity to swap sofas and put her arms around my neck, pressing herself into me. We held each other. There were no more words spoken at that moment, I just looked deeply into her eyes then kissed her; it began softly, but quickly became much more aggressive. I could feel her squeezing me, pressing her tiny breasts into me, trying to merge her body into mine.

But it all ended too quickly. We were interrupted by Molly. “Sorry to interrupt, but may I cut in?” she asked. Rachel and I looked at each other, briefly, and then she winked at me.

“Sure”, she said, and then stepped away. At that moment, as she started to walk away, I noticed that Jessica was watching, and Rachel stood beside her. The twins looked stunning together. Individually they were ten out of ten knockouts, but together they cheated the system, instantly becoming twenty out of ten. And they were looking at me with such love in their emerald eyes; how did I get this lucky? Molly interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised when she moved in against me, just as tightly as Rachel was. And I loved it, having Molly’s body fully pressed against mine, but I felt a little embarrassed as I was sure that Molly could feel the semi-erection that strained my pants. 

I took a glance over at my fiancée to see that she was holding her sister just as tightly as Molly was holding me. Then they kissed. I had mixed emotions about what seemed to be happening, but Jessica seemed to be enjoying herself, so I eagerly went with it. So I kissed Molly, very openly, very deeply. As we kissed, she seemed to melt into me even more. I could feel the firmness of her breasts as we pressed into my chest. I could also feel her pressing her pussy up against my thigh, and I’m sure she could feel what was now my full erection. She rubbed against me even harder when my hands were squeezing her firm, tight ass. But just as I thought we were getting started Molly broke it apart. As if on cue, all three women went back to their original places. Jessica though had been truly inspired by my ‘unfaithfulness’ and picked up with me right where Molly left off. She pressed her body into me while we stared lustfully into each other’s eyes. I ran my hands all over her, feeling her round but firm ass, and wondered if the butt plug was still in place? I felt her breath against my ear and cheek. The little hairs on the back of her neck were electrified. Our cheeks brushed against one another as Jessica’s mouth moved closer to mine. We looked into each other’s eyes, our mouths so close to each other, so close but not yet touching. The anticipation was building.

Jessica’s hands moved to each side of my face. Her thumbs caressed my cheeks. Her fingers in my hair. Our lips still not touching. Our noses grazed each other’s slowly as we shared each other’s breath. Noses grazed a little more, a little more pressure until Jessica’s lips lightly danced against mine. Across from the opposite sofa I heard Rachel murmur; “For God’s sake just kiss her!”

My lips were slightly parted as they gently pressed into Jessica’s naturally plump lips. We shared a light soft lingering kiss of our lips. I slowly backed away a few centimeters and looked into Jessica’s eyes and back to her lips noticing her heavy breathing indicating she wanted more. Jessica’s hands were still on the side of my face, and she pulled my mouth into hers as we shared a passionate kiss, the kind where it starts with playful anticipation and builds into white hot intensity. Our lips and tongues played with ferocious desire. “That’s more like it…” I heard Molly’s distant sounding voice.

Our tongues continued playing. I then nibbled and lightly sucked on Jessica’s bottom lip. My left hand moved to the back of Jessica’s head. My right hand moved to her left breast barely covered by her red dress. My hand squeezed gently, pulling on her erect nipple, teasing it between my thumb and forefinger. Jessica moaned, giving me her approval as her nipples responded to the gentle but firm squeeze. Her right hand was on my face and head. Her left hand was on my side just above my waist pulling my shirt from the waistband and we continued kissing passionately, sucking on tongues and lips, breathing hard.

Then it all ended just as quickly as it started. Molly’s voice broke the ‘mood’, and our kiss by announcing that it was time we should all open our engagement gifts. We all separated and headed for the small pile of engagement presents that had been brought up and placed on the coffee table. Sitting with our respective partners, Jessica and I sat together on one sofa while Rachel sat on the other. Molly sat on the floor to retrieve gifts. As soon as we were seated, Rachel and I looked at each other. “I love you. I always will.” She whispered across to me. “I hope you’re enjoying the evening.” I looked into her eyes and could see the sincerity, and could also see that she was indeed enjoying herself too. Jessica looked smug and love struck at her less than secret declaration.

“I love you too”, I whispered back, and we moved in for a quick ‘peck’ kiss just as Molly handed us the first gift.

Over the next several minutes Jessica and l opened a couple of gifts each, taking our time and taking turns out of respect for the others. We all seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, and surprisingly without much sexual tension in the air.

After all the gifts were opened Molly stood up. “It’s time for the surprise gifts!” she boasted with a big smile on her face. “Ladies?” At that moment Rachel turned and gave me another quick kiss. She then sprung to her feet and joined the other girls. They quickly turned and headed for Molly’s small bedroom.

When the girls returned, I could not believe my eyes. They came out and lined up, standing in front of the sofa. All three had removed their dresses. All three were now standing in only their panties. My eyes were drawn to Molly’s… her pretty pink thong had an undeniable dark, wet patch stretching down to the gusset. My semen had been leaking out of her all night, my sperm held tightly within those pink cum-soaked panties, pressed firmly against her pussy and ass. I could almost feel the slimy wetness of it. Molly’s body shuddered at my appraisal and the twin’s eyes followed my gaze and giggled. Molly’s pussy twitched and released a small trickle of juice that mixed with my seed.

“Show me,” Jessica gasped, as she stared at her best friend’s panties, molded tightly to her pubic mound. The crotch was soaked. Traces of cum still streaked her thighs where the panties rubbed when she moved. Molly was breathing hard. Her body tingled all over. Another spasm gripped her pussy. More juice mingled with my silvery cum.

“May I touch it?” Rachel asked, meekly.

Molly was entranced and helpless as Rachel’s hand slid under the waistband of the pink lace panties. Her fingers pushed through the curly pubes speckled with drops of cum and found the gooey mess already sticking to her folds. She gathered some on her fingertips and dipped them into her opening. She looked up at me as she fingered her girlfriend’s pussy. There was something so exciting, dirty and forbidden about pushing her boyfriend’s cum into her lover’s pussy right in front of us. Every nerve ending in my body was firing on high. All three looked like it wouldn’t be long before their pussies exploded and I was dumbstruck. There were three beautiful bodies and three pairs of firm, gorgeous breasts staring right at us in all their glory. Each girl also had a small gift wrapped box that they were holding in their hand out in front of them. Molly broke the jaw-dropping silence. “You must select one of these gifts we are holding, Jeff.” They placed them on the coffee table in front of me and then proceeded to mix the identically wrapped boxes so I had no idea who presented each gift.

“What do I do?” I questioned. 

“Choose one of us to give you one of the gifts on the table?” I questioned. 

“I can’t choose… How am I supposed to choose?” I questioned.

After a short pause Molly looked at Jessica who nodded. The brunette stepped forwards and offered me a parcel picked at random. I took her gift, and then looked her in the eyes. She smiled at me, and then told me to sit down and open it. I did so, and as I got it open I pulled out the only thing inside: a folded-up piece of pink paper. Molly then told me to read it out loud.

“This gift is from whoever presented it to you.” I read, “My engagement gift to you is a blow job for ten minutes, if you can last that long, but you get it only if you claim your gift right now.”

I was stunned. Molly got on her knees in front of me and assisted me in opening and removing my pants. I felt a pang of guilt strike through me at this moment, but also a lot of excitement at the possibilities that seemed to be about to unfold. I understood the situation at hand (or should I say in their hands) and just let it happen. Jessica needed to know that I accepted her, and to be a true and faithful husband to her I would need to share myself with whom she pleased. I knew I would do anything for her. I knew I would never leave her. I never wanted to cause her any pain… or lose her by not becoming who she needed me to be. Whatever was to happen tonight I hoped we could talk about later.

Molly went right to work. She used her usual technique on me: she licked up and down the shaft a few times, and then licked circles around the head, then took several inches into her mouth and moved up and down on it a few times, then repeated the whole process. Every once in a while she tried to take it all, and on a good night she would be able to do it, but she could only hold it for a couple of seconds. I was getting more turned on just watching the olive skinned beauty give me head. I’m not sure how I lasted the entire time without cumming, especially at the end when she deep-throated the one and only time she actually did. My balls began to tingle in excitement, my virile sperm readying themselves to fill Molly’s pretty mouth. When she stopped I groaned in disappointment as I was very close to orgasm. She crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, but just for a second, then sat back down on the floor between my legs.

She then looked at me. “Time’s up. Let me choose the next person for you… It’s your turn, Jess.” She stated. “Give him your gift.”

Jessica was beaming her magawatt smile as she did so, and when I unfolded the pink paper inside, I read it aloud. “This gift is from whoever presented it to you. I am to deep throat you for no more than ten minutes, if you can last that long, but you get it only if you claim your gift right now.”

Molly shuffled out of the way and I watched Jessica’s beautiful face as she got down between my legs, looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

“You know we aren’t supposed to do this kind of stuff, right? The three of us together… We’re engaged now! You know that it’s kind of a taboo?”

She shuffled closer to me, and started unbuttoning my shirt, finally sliding one dainty hand up and down my bare chest. “I know, these are special circumstances with people we love. They are important to us and our happiness in the future. And I know you’ll enjoy this. I want you to feel safe in my hands… I want you to feel safe with the people I love, too. You can say no if you want to and all of this stops now and I won’t ever insist on doing it again.”

I stared at her and didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to. My penis rising from my open pants told her that I was willing and able. She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me backwards onto the old brown leather couch. She grabbed my cock through my boxers and whispered in my ear, “I know you love me, and them. And you’re going to love this, beloved; I guarantee it.”

Then she slid my pants down to my ankles before pushing me down onto the couch. She dropped to her knees and put her hands on my thighs. She slid them gently back and forth, from my knees to my belly, several times. Little electrical tingles ran up and down my spine at her cool, smooth touch. Jessica then gently pried my knees apart. My cock was standing up like the Eiffel Tower, big and purple and throbbing. She leaned in close to it, and whispered, “You and I are going to make each other very happy for the rest of our lives.” Then she planted a kiss right on the tip. I felt it throb again. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, and gently slid it up and down a few times. The feeling was incredible; the warm smooth skin-to-skin contact. After a few strokes, she moved her hand all the way to the root and grasped it firmly, holding it in place. She aimed it so that my cock head was pointing directly at her mouth like a heat-seeking missile.

I watched, transfixed, as the freckled redhead lowered her face toward my throbbing, beating cock. She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, and gave me a big, sloppy wet lick right on the underside of the head. I nearly jumped off the couch at the incredible jolt of pleasure that shot through me! But she held me still, and continued licking, all around the rim of my cock head, as if it were an ice cream cone, around and around, as I sat there twitching with pleasure on the couch. Then she pushed my cock up toward my belly, and started licking the underside. Starting at my balls, flicking her tongue back and forth side to side, while slowly climbing up the shaft. When she got to the top, she flicked that talented tongue on the sensitive little triangle at the tip. My hips bucked like a mule! Then she licked up and down the left side of my shaft, then the right side, and then the underside once more. By now I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as my heart raced and my breaths came in short little gasps. And I wasn’t even inside her mouth yet!

Finally, Jessica decided to take me into her mouth. She made a great theatrical display of opening wide, slowly approaching my cock head, and looking me dead in the eyes. I was bursting with anticipation. Then she wrapped her lips around the rim of my cock and flicked my pee slit with her tongue. I thought I would die from the pleasure! Jessica slowly, wetly, erotically slid her hot moist mouth down, down, down the length of my shaft until her nose was on my pubic bone and her lower lip was brushing my balls. And then, and then, she started SWALLOWING! Her fabulous sexy throat was massaging and manipulating my spongy cock head like it had never been loved before! I was in peristalsis heaven.

Jess started rotating her head back and forth, which made her tight moist throat twist on my cock head and I started to feel that twinge of inevitability deep in my loins. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. I wasn’t likely to be able to hold on for ten minutes! But Jessica was now an expert; she could tell that I was teetering on the brink, and she didn’t want it to end just yet, either. She took me out of her mouth, held me tightly by the base, and started planting quick little kissies up and down the sides of my shaft, the bottom of my shaft, and the top of my shaft. She pressed it up against my belly and bent down to plant her little kissies all over my scrotum. I felt myself involuntarily rotating my pelvis to try to give her better access. She even licked my butthole a little, which sent an entirely new type of pleasure coursing through my body.

Finally, she came up for air. I looked down at her pretty face with her runny mascara, and her smudged lipstick all over her chin. Her chest was heaving; she was as aroused as I was, kneeling there on the floor with my cock in her hand. Maybe more. But she wasn’t looking back at me. She was laser focused on my stiff, throbbing, blue-veined cock. She started swirling her tongue all around my rim again, which instantly returned me to the brink of orgasm. Then she plunged her mouth down on me all the way to the hilt. I could feel her throat again. Then she slowly lifted her head up, sliding her lips moistly up the length of my shaft, until the rim of my cock head just barely peeked out from her mouth. Then she slid those plump, dick-sucking lips down again, and up again, and down again. I’ve never had my dick in a pussy that felt better than her talented mouth felt that night. My head was reeling, and I was seeing stars in front of my eyes. My hips were quivering so fast I was barely touching the seat of the couch. I tried to watch her bobbing head going up and down on my manhood, but my eyes screwed shut as the pleasure blasted towards the point where I had no control of my own body. 

I heard myself screaming as Jessica pulled my cock from her mouth and sat backwards on her heels, catching her breath. The ten minutes were up and I hadn’t cum. As I sat there she made no effort to move, just sat there and gently massaged my balls while looking over at her sister, who was already, very quickly, picking up the final present with a huge grin on her face. Jessica formed up alongside Molly on the floor to the left of me as Jessica presented me with the last carefully wrapped gift. I opened the box and wasn’t surprised to find another pink piece of paper with a message inside:

“This gift is from whoever presented it to you. You are to mount her anyway you please and you must fuck her until either she cums on you or you cum in her. As you may have already ejaculated, the recipient of your manhood will have assistance to ensure you are recovered enough to fulfil your obligation.” I looked at the three women, suddenly panicking. “My obligation?”

“To breed with one of us on this special night…” Jessica whispered, “Don’t worry! We’re… probably safe!” She said and they all giggled. 

Rachel knelt before me submissively, her gorgeous green eyes looking up at me. I hadn’t cum. My balls were still tingling. I had already filled Molly’s womb with my sperm now I was going to have to give Rachel my seed. But could I trust them? Were they still on birth control? No, they wouldn’t do that to me. They wouldn’t trick me. I loved them. I trusted them. This is what Jessica wanted and, as her fiance, I should be able to satisfy her needs. She needed to share me with her sister. Then I realised the gifts were chosen at random. Any of the three girls would have been the recipient of my seed. This was their engagement gift to me and also my engagement gift to them. Rachel paused, seeing the conflict and indecision in my eyes. She began to step away when I stopped her, I pulled her up, breathing hard. Staring into her eyes, she licked the corner of her mouth and I shivered, my body afire, the desire for her overwhelming my reservations. She took a single step, her hard nipples brushing my chest. I cupped her, lifting her to her toes, the heat of her sex radiating onto my thigh for a moment, her fingers digging into my shoulder.

“Please,” Rachel whispered. Grasping her hips, I spun her around and led her to Molly’s bedroom, stopping at the foot. With a shake of her red mane, she peered from beneath her lashes, and bending from her waist, slowly pushed her panties off, her knees straight, as naked as I was, exposing herself to my eyes. My hands rubbed her hips before sliding my fingers through her slit, her juices seeping out and covering my fingers. I brought them to her mouth and she licked them clean.

“So wet. You’re in heat,” I told her.

“Does it really matter if I am?” She breathed. I sensed the shadows of Jessica and Molly fall across the bed as they entered the bedroom behind us. Ready to watch our copulation. Without a word, I pushed Rachel facedown onto the bed. She tilted her hips, ass high, knees spread. I rubbed the head of my cock through her lips, teasing her. She opened her thighs even further, moving closer, willing me to ease the ache. Instead, I rubbed her wet slit with my cock before lightly spanking her ass. She curved her back even further, as I continued to slip my hardness through her wetness, the tip bumping her clit. She groaned, and behind me, Molly chuckled.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, I need this… please!” With that word, I pressed deep within her in one fluid motion and began to move deep with her as her labia clung to my shaft. She groaned as she felt me pounding her, my hands tight on her hips. She lowered her head and brought her ass up, trying to pull him even deeper. I leaned into her, rubbing my bristle-covered face up her spine, abrading her skin. Seconds later, I pressed my chest against her, trapping her body to the bed, my chest hair brushing against her sensitive skin. She shivered at the touch. My barely perceptible thrusts tormented her; she wiggled her hips, wordlessly pleading with me to pound her in front of her sister and her lesbian lover, to take her. To make her mine.

Placing my lips close to her ear, my breath tickled as I whispered, “Is this what do you all want, Rachel? Is this what you need?”

“Breed me,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the bedspread.

“Louder so they can hear.”

“Please, breed me. Make me yours.” The instant those words were spoken out loud, I knew we could never go back. They wanted me to make this commitment to them… to Jessica… to myself. I stopped thrusting and I leaned back.

“Why?” I asked, my voice neutral. She bit her lower lip. She hesitated, not sure how to respond. Long moments passed in silence without her answering. I smacked her ass hard, the sting making her cry out. “Answer me,” I ordered. “Why do you want me to breed you? Any one of you! You conspired together to make this happen.”

“We did.” Jessica announced from behind me.

“Because we needed to keep believing…” Molly added.

“We wanted to hang onto the hope that we could still be… together. All of us.” Said Rachel from beneath me. “Jessica got lucky… meeting you first.”

“And we knew, if we asked you, you wouldn’t choose to be with us… just Jessica,” Molly said sadly.

“You’re good but it would have been a challenge to satisfy all of us tonight… so we made it a lottery. We turned it into a game.” Jessica admitted. “We didn’t want to pressure you into this… we hoped you would want to.”

“Is this what you want, Jessica? I would do anything… for you.”

“It’s what I want!” Exclaimed Rachel. She cleared her throat and continued. “I need to at least make believe… if only for this moment… that I won. That you chose me. Fate did choose me tonight! You chose my parcel! So tonight at least make believe… that you love me… that you want me… that you are going to breed me.” 

I could tell she wanted to say more, but she stayed silent. Still poised… posed in submission. Ellen had warned me hadn’t she? She said, at that final confrontation, that this was what the twins always did. They always wanted to play their games. I chose both of them over Ellen back then… and I would choose them now. Their needs were not born from malice, as Ellen’s were, they only wanted to love… and be loved. And ultimately, if this was what Jessica wanted, then it was what I wanted. I wanted to make her happy and by committing to this… I also wanted to make Rachel happy… and Molly too. That’s why they were all here; to witness this moment. I looked down at Rachel. I wanted to tell her how strong my desire was to feel me fill her womb, to mark her, to be wholly part of her, claim her, for her to completely belong to me, to obey the laws of our natures, to be able to gift her with this expression of ultimate submission and to be in turn gifted by my ultimate dominance, not once, but again and again and again. 

Rachel looked back at me, dreading the worst. She opened her mouth but the words fled. All she could do was whimper a simple “Please?” The question carried the weight of all she felt but could not express.

I was motionless, still buried deep within her. With each passing second, I could see her feelings of misgivings grow. I had spoken out of turn. But I had only just become engaged… to her sister. It was still too soon to resume this conversation. Was it too soon to go back to the way things were? I silently berated myself and began to compose a mental apology. When she felt me withdraw from her, the thump of disappointing everyone filled me and Rachel’s eyes stung with the sudden onset of tears. It was too soon. She sat back on her heels and buried her head deeper in the bed, closing her eyes to prevent herself from weeping.

She gasped when she felt the warmth of my hands on her hips. I flipped her over onto her back and our audience gasped with her. My hands pressed her thighs open and pushing her knees back, exposed her glistening wetness to my eyes. The bed dipped slightly as I settled between her legs.

“Look at me, Rachel,” I commanded. Taking a deep breath, she opened her green eyes, glittering with unshed tears. My own, dark and unreadable, blue eyes stared deep into hers as I moved between her thighs and pressed against her entrance, moving only a fraction of an inch. With a groan, she arched against me and pinched her nipples, willing me to plunge deep within her aching sex.

“What do you want?” I asked.

Without hesitation, she whispered, “Just you. I want you to plant your seed deep within me, claiming my womb as yours, over and over again. For you to be your whole self, completely you. To be yours, right here and now. For you to own me completely.” She licked her dry lips and begged, “Please, Jeff? Please take me. Please breed me. Please.”

Grabbing her arms, I pinned her wrists above her head. Never breaking eye contact, I sank my cock deep within her. With a sigh, she wrapped her legs around my waist, needing to feel me as completely and fully as possible. Molly watched in wonder. Jessica swooned as I withdrew, tears falling from her eyes. Rachel sighed as I slid into her. Long, smooth. Her vagina surrounded me. Softly, warmly. Still inflamed and tender. Every part of me was covered in moist heat. The eldest twin made a low-pitched moaning noise. Backward she pushed and pulled my penis all the way inside herself. For several minutes we simply rocked back and forth. My penis moved lazily in and out of her vagina. My hand continued to circle her clitoris. In my palms rested the two small breasts. The softness of them rolled across my hands with each slow movement of my hips. Nipple rolling between my fingers.

My thrusts then became hard as I led us in the most primal dance, her pelvis matching my rhythm, our movements frantic. I began to move more deeply within her, as Jessica and Molly watched. She pushed against me, wanting to melt into me, give herself to me in front of her sister and her lover. We moaned in unison as I sank fully into her, our eyes locked together in passion. We had learned two years ago, during the first week of our affair, how well our bodies fitted together, obviously made to be together, identical in every way to her twin sister. So I fucked her like a machine, a powerful rhythm that got Molly’s bed creaking. The sounds and smells of sex filled the room and our voyeurs whispered their appreciation as our procreation progressed. I watched Rachel’s small breasts gently bounce as we committed ourselves fully to each other. The pace remained slow; almost dreamlike until she entwined her fingers in my hair and said; “Thank you for this. Again you sacrifice a piece of yourself for me… I will love you forever…”

Then Rachel took the initiative and she pulled my shoulders down on top of her by hooking her legs behind my neck. My cock slipped out of her wet, cummy vagina with a loud wet sucking sound. This position was unlike any other missionary position I’ve ever been in. Her thighs were pinned to my chest. Her calf muscles rested upon my shoulders. She was bent nearly in half so I could go deep inside her.

Molly moved to the side of us to turn the full-length mirror from the corner of the room so that we could view ourselves. The image reflected our bodies: hers was bright red; mine was buried inside of her open thighs. Every time I pushed in or pulled out of her, those pert breasts bounced wildly. And with each movement of her body, her nipples created wide circular motions. With each push or pull of my body, the slapping sounds of skin against skin echoed throughout Molly’s bedroom.

“See us,” she panted as she looked back-and-forth between my face and the mirror. “Observe how my breasts will shake as you are fucking me like that. I want you to clearly see… and remember this moment.”

I was driving into her in strong, consistent strokes; each stroke allowed me to plow deep into her every time. Our forbidden intercourse made her pussy clench around my cock; the picture in the mirror, her breasts shaking wildly, my cock opening her wide, pushed me towards my climax. I began to pick up the pace, my dick moving in and out of Jessica’s sister’s pussy. Passion, and lust, took over and our movements became more urgent. Rachel wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my back.

“Fuck me Jeff,” Rachel begged, “Fuck your fiancée’s little sister.” Her hips moved to meet my thrusts. I felt my cock throbbing, I didn’t need any encouragement.

I thrust into her frantically, my hips slamming into hers. Rachel met me thrust for thrust, her body arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing with each movement. I could sense her orgasm was building and I could feel mine building too. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it as I thrust my cock into her. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around me as I lowered my head and kissed her, aggressively, passionately, desperately. It was as if I was trying to conquer her in all ways, to stake my mark on her lips as well as in her womb. Breathing hard, I broke the kiss and raised my head. 

Looking deep into her eyes, I proclaimed, “I’m going to cum.” Captivated by the depth of my eyes, she let go of the ball of erotic tension that had been building the moment I touched her. Her legs tightened around me, pushing into her. With a guttural moan, she called my name and opened her uterus fully to me, my jerking cock nestling against her cervix. Her eyes were wild. I growled, low and primal as I claimed her, conquering her in the most instinctual and primordial way, releasing my seed deep into my vessel, her walls convulsing and milking my penis. I ejaculated heavily and moaned into her neck as I released another heavy ejaculation into her vagina. A few seconds later, she followed me with an orgasm, her legs were weak on my shoulders, and her vagina poured a fresh flow of fluid into the mix of all the other fluids draining from her pussy. The sensation was too much. Groaning, I felt my cock pulse again, my cum spilling endlessly into my girlfriend’s sister’s vagina, our sex organs rejoicing.

I collapsed onto her, resting my forehead on hers, panting, my cock still firmly embedded in her. Her hands, free from my grasp, roamed, soothing me, lightly rubbing my skin. She could still feel me pulsing deep within her, her canal massaging me. We rocked against each other, our throbbing rhythmic and in sync, as I whispered against her lips, “We could be making a baby.” She didn’t reply but her womb fluttered in agreement. We lay there for a moment, bodies entwined, our hearts pounding. Finally, I rolled off her, and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Love you… Rachel,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. 

“I… Love you… too,” she answered with a kiss on my chest.

I breathlessly climbed from the bed and pushed past Jessica and Molly who still stood there with surprised looks on their faces. I then sat myself down in the living room, downing the glass of water I left there, contemplating how much my life had changed… and how much it had also stayed the same. Jessica soon appeared in the room but knew it wasn’t sensible to talk to me just yet. I needed to let my mind settle. I loved her. I loved them all. Why was I finding this all so incredibly hard? I only seemed to have regrets as the post nut clarity only befuddled my mind further. Jessica caressed my shoulder and, still naked, headed to the shower. I went straight to the kitchen to refresh my drink. I shouted into the bedroom if the girls wanted anything and got no response. I downed another glass of water and cleaned my glass before heading back to the living room and couldn’t help but glance into the bedroom.

Sometimes, in those moments when jealousy is the strongest, I wonder if I should have just let all of this remain a fantasy. But then Rachel looked at me with those emerald green, bedroom eyes, gave me that pouty smile, and spread her pussy lips to show me my cum and my jealousy turned instantly back into desire. She didn’t move. She didn’t make any effort to cover up. In fact, I saw her nipples harden as my cum oozed out of her pink lips and began to seep down her leg. All the while she just stared at me with those blazing green eyes. 

“Oh, Rachel… that’s beautiful…” Molly murmured from beside her.

I was pissed off. I was devastated. But somewhere deep in my confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of my brain was feeling excited. Rachel fell into Molly’s arms, not caring about the sloppy state her pussy was in. I think she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her ass at me, as if to say, look what you did. I noticed that a dribble of cum had fallen from her and my dick began to rise and the sight of Molly and Rachel now locked in a deep kiss. Molly pressed Racel back onto the bed and Molly followed her with her left hand cupping Rachel’s left breast. Their nipples were big and hard like pebbles. Molly lowered hers down to Rachel’s mouth and she began to suck on them. Oh, what a sight. Rachel greedily devoured her lover’s breasts.

As Rachel ate her best friend’s nipples I stood in the doorway frozen like a statue as Molly fondled Rachel’s small bosoms, quickly leaning down to take a large nipple in her mouth. I broke from the trance I’d been in and moved back into the living room. I sat in my chair opposite the couch and began slowly to stroke myself. The girls were both in another world, not even noticing me. I wanted to cum badly but self-restraint was in order for the moment. My life was far too complicated for any further commitments. Without any words Molly detached herself from an engorged nipple and began to kiss and lick her way downward. Rachel spread her legs wide in anticipation of what was to come. Molly stopped short though and straightened up. She ran her hands over Rachel’s thighs as she stared intently at my girlfriend’s sister’s cum filled pussy. Her labia were swollen and her mound matted with my semen. Rachel threw her head back and moaned loudly as Molly’s finger found Rachel’s engorged clit. Molly was transfixed as she fingered Rachel’s sticky love hole. From several feet away I could hear how wet Rachel was.

It was Rachel who spoke first. “Please eat me, Molly. Please! Please lick my pussy!” There was urgency in her voice. Molly licked her lips and moved down between Rachel’ s thighs. With both hands she spread the lips of Rachel’s pussy and leaned forward. A loud gasp escaped Rachel’s lips and Molly pressed her mouth into my woman’s sweet honey. I almost came right there. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The beautiful olive skin brunette eating my recenty fucked girlfriend’s pussy! It was incredible. Alternating between sucking and licking her clit and sticking her tongue deep inside Rachel, she was really getting into it, as was Rachel. Her hips were grinding into Molly’s face. 

“I can taste him…” Molly whispered between licks, “I can taste his sperm in you. You have him inside you, Rachel, just as you wanted.”

“So do you, Molly. You have millions of his little swimmers… already in your womb…”

I had to get a closer look and moved closer, sitting on the edge of the coffee table just a couple of feet away. With cock in hand I watched closely as Molly manipulated Rachel’s hard little bud. Rachel’s pussy glistened with a combination of her juices, my cum and Molly’s saliva. Staring intently at Molly eating pussy, I didn’t notice Jessica had entered the room. I was shocked when I felt Jessica’s hand on my throbbing dick. It sent shock waves through me. My fiancée was now stroking my cock as Molly was bringing her sister closer and closer to climax. I looked across at Rachel, unsure of how she would react. To my surprise she not only was watching, but smiled when I looked at her.

Molly meanwhile resumed teasing Rachel’s swollen clitty. It wouldn’t be long before she erupted. With a woman eating her pussy and my cock in her sister’s hand, Rachel was in a state of bliss. Moaning and whimpering, I could tell she was on the brink. So was I. Molly had two fingers inside Rachel and was sucking hard on her clit when the first in a series of strong orgasms hit. Rachel’s hips began to buck wildly as she exploded in Molly’s face. Her naked pussy looked absolutely gorgeous as Molly pulled away once more and they embraced, their lips locking in a passionate kiss. Jessica and I sat back on the sofa, saying nothing, continuing to watch her sister’s performance. The two women climbed on to the bed, kissing all the while. Molly lay flat on the bed as Rachel began to kiss her all over. She spent plenty of time concentrating on Molly’s incredible nipples. They were rock hard and so big.

Molly ran her fingers through Rachel’s luscious red hair, her breathing getting deeper and harder. I knew her pussy must be soaked. The thought of it made my cock stir again. Jessica took it back into her hand and began to stroke it back to life. Rachel began to kiss and lick her way down Molly’s belly until she found herself just inches from tasting another woman. With her fingers, she spread Molly’s vaginal lips apart, exposing my wife’s hard little button. With no hair obstructing my view, I could see very clearly as Rachel’s tongue touched Molly’s clit.

“Oh My God!” Molly cried out in reaction to Rachel’s tongue. Rachel quickly buried her tongue in Molly and hungrily licked every drop of her sweet sex. She appeared to eat pussy like she’d done it thousands of times before. Both were clearly enjoying themselves.

“Oh Molly, I can taste him in you too!” Rachel gasped as she lifted her head up to stare into Molly’s hazel eyes. “Your combined tastes are… delicious… Maybe you’re meant to be with him… not us?”

Molly couldn’t respond with words; She moaned loudly and proclaimed with high pitched squeals, over and over, how much she was enjoying what Rachel was doing to her clit. Her right hand was at the back of Rachel’s head, holding it in place. There was no danger of her moving though. Rachel was very much enjoying what she was doing. She also moaned in delight, pausing only briefly once to declare her love.

It was then that Jessica decided that she wanted my dick in her mouth. She bent down, and placed my cock at her lips. She closed her green eyes but she opened her mouth and quickly swallowed me. She was sucking like a woman possessed, all the while her hips thrusting and gyrating in sync with Rachel’s mouth. I couldn’t believe this was all happening. I loved the way Rachel and Molly looked. I loved the way Jessica looked sucking my cock. I loved the way a woman looks being eaten out, especially by another woman. Now here, before my eyes, both of those scenarios were being acted out at once. On top of that, my fiancée would pause periodically to say things like “I can taste both you and Rachel,” and, “thank you for sharing this beautiful cock with both of them,” and “I will always love making you mine afterwards” and “I love you”… and I knew she meant it. I knew this is what she lived for; to make others happy, to satisfy me, and to fulfill her own needs. It was going to be difficult balancing everything in the coming weeks and months but, if I was serious about wanting to spend the rest of my life with her, then I needed to get serious about accepting her as she was… as she accepted me; as Ellen’s abused boyfriend and the father of Jacob. Ellen, Sophie, Rachel and now Molly, all had played a significant part in my life and I could never deny my feelings for them… and Jessica accepted them all. I loved her for it. And finally I understood.

Molly couldn’t hold out very long with what Rachel was doing to her pussy. I loved the way Molly looked when she climaxed, but this was simply amazing. As Molly’s orgasm built Jessica lost the ability to concentrate on me and my cock plopped free from her mouth. Molly’s back arched and her legs were clamped tightly around Rachel’s head as she began to writhe and spasm uncontrollably for longer than I’d ever managed. Rachel was bringing her off with unbelievable force. Molly moaned and humped against the little redhead’s face, and Rachel could feel that her lover was rapidly approaching the edge of climax. But, oddly, Rachel pulled Molly’s head up from between her legs, then bent to pull her into a deep, tongue-heavy kiss.

“I… I don’t want to cum without you,” whispered Rachel shyly, blushing cutely. ‘Let’s do it together this time. Please, Molly?”

“We are a good team,” said Molly warmly, giving Rachel another lingering kiss. “How can I say ‘no’? Lie back again. I know just how we can both feel good together.”

She gently pushed Rachel onto her back on the bed, then gripped one of her slim ankles in a confident hand, raising it up into the air. Rachel stared up at her with that same, adoring, starry-eyed look. Submissive, but actively participating and consenting to Molly’s dominance. Rachel’s eyes locked onto it instantly on the exotic woman’s glistening vulva, shining with eager hunger. But Rachel wouldn’t be tasting Molly’s pussy this time. Molly had something else entirely in mind. She pressed her hot, wet cunt firmly down into the eldest twin’s thigh, then slowly dragged it up across her soft skin, closer and closer to Rachel’s tight little pussy.

“Oh fuck…” moaned Rachel beneath her, her voice filled with almost painful longing as she realised what was about to happen. She squirmed beneath Molly, trying to speed up the contact between them. But with a mischievous grin, Molly drew the moment out teasingly. Rachel could wait a moment for the satisfying contact that Molly was offering. Anticipation made everything so much sweeter after all. Besides, if Rachel was going to be the submissive in this new relationship dynamic, she would have to get used to a little delayed gratification

So Molly moved slowly, relishing the feeling of her stiff clit sliding along Jessica’s sister’s skin. Rachel whimpered beneath her, her heaving breaths bouncing her beautiful little tits. In the end, Molly was absolutely correct. The build-up of anticipation made both of them nearly cum on the spot once their pussies finally touched. Molly let out a purring moan that harmonised with the nineteen-year-old’s higher-pitched sound of pleasure as their wet vulvas pressed tight together, mixing their juices and blending their body heat in a red-hot sapphic blaze.

Both of them began moving instantly. Caught in a lustful frenzy. Both pairs of hips, Molly’s wide and womanly, Rachel’s slim, swirled and humped, grinding their pussies together with wet, hot passion. Every dramatic roll of her hips dragged Molly’s stiff clit across the twin’s warm, wet flesh, sending cascades of sexual energy bursting through her, radiating out from between her thick, powerful thighs. She moaned, deep and loud and proud. Any shame she had once felt over fucking her was long gone. Beneath her, Rachel strained and writhed. In the lower position, she didn’t have as much control as her lover, but that didn’t lessen her pleasure one bit. In fact, being under Molly’s control seemed to only make things hotter for her. The two women rubbed themselves against each other, their steaming hot sexes performing a forbidden kiss as they glistened with exertion, moaning and rolling their hips desperately against each other. The brunette and the redhead, two lovers, closer than ever. Joined in sweet affection and filthy lust. Forever.

“Molly, ohmygod Molly, I’m going to cum,” gasped Rachel, her little hips pumping faster and faster, grinding and squishing her tight little pussy into the voluptuous woman desperately. “Please. Please Molly. Cum with me. I need you to cum.” She was babbling now, her words almost unintelligible; they were dripping with such intense lust.

Molly was almost in the same state herself. Her whole body burned with consuming pleasure. Her nipples ached with stiffness on her tits as they bounced and swayed with the shifting of her hips. Her pussy clenched and fluttered as her overheated flesh mashed against Rachel, driving her straight to the brink of orgasm. “Cum for me, baby girl,” she moaned, gripping Rachel’s leg tight to grind herself even harder and faster down into her daughter. “I’m there too! Cum for me. Let’s cum together.”

Rachel, overstimulated by her dominant attention and warmed up by Molly’s tender cunnilingus, came first, but Molly followed just a second afterwards. Rachel’s moans of release were breathy and sweet, while Molly’s were low and primal, but they made sweet music of sexual pleasure as the two best friends orgasmed together, their beautiful bodies straining and arching in a picture of erotic bliss.

“I love… oh Fuck, that was… that was incredible, Molly!” whined Rachel beneath Molly.

“Jeff’s creampie made things so much better! It was so slippery… so squishy,” cooed Molly, her hips still bringing downward, her back arching to push her tits outward dramatically. They continued to slowly swirl their hips together for a long few minutes of slow, liquid pleasure before the waves of orgasms washed away, leaving them both in a fuzzy, golden bliss.

Molly slumped down to join Rachel with a sigh, warm skin pressed to warm skin, twining her arms around her and drawing her close. They put their foreheads together and kissed. Not frenzied and lustful anymore, but just blissfully and completely bonded and happy together.

A few minutes later, when their kiss finally broke, Rachel whispered, “What now?”

Molly chuckled with a wide, warm smile on her face. “Now comes the best part, Rachel. Now comes the happily ever after.”

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Everyone’s hearts were racing. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Come on, Jeff, let’s leave them with a little privacy,” Jessica whispered in my ear, lovingly, and put her arm in mine, “Come with me. Let’s talk.”

“We need to get dressed and head downstairs. We’ve been up here over an hour,” I said, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sit down and let me put your mind at rest first, okay?” I sighed and reluctantly agreed, aware that we were very naked and exposed. Jessica sat down next to me and held my hand. She looked to me and smiled, “Jeff, I love you. I know I put you into impossible situations but… I do all of this, everything, for you. Because I believe in us. I fell in love with you on the day we moved in, you were helping your parents unpack the car and I knew instantly that I needed to know you. We’ve spent the last two years together and I know I have put stress on our relationship by having inappropriate expectations… but every time you have found a way to appease me and everyone else that I love. Including my Mom and Dad! But especially my sister. You found a way to forgive us and include her in our love story and for that I am forever grateful. Tonight was for them, as much as it was for you. They are a good team but they never wanted to admit it. You always do what you do best; share your love and bring people together. I want Rachel and Molly to be part of our future, Jeff. And I want you to make me your wife. I want to marry you.”

“We can’t get married if I love someone else, Jess! I love you but… I can’t let Rachel go. I know I should but I can’t!” I protested, “Things would be so much easier if I just accepted everything but… I’m scared, Jessica. I want everything to be right and it seems like this is the wrong way to cement a future. I don’t want to jeopardize my future with you. I’m scared that one day I might lose you… or leave you.”

“I’m never leaving you! Give it time,” Jessica reassured me, squeezing my hand, “We are all still finding our way. You did an amazing thing tonight, for them. I feel honoured to have witnessed it…”

“I just feel guilty. Because I am. They want children and I can’t do that… provide that… not again. I already have one love-child. I’m going to break hearts. I’m going to break mine… and I’m too fragile. I won’t make it through another heartache, Jess. I’m scared.”

“It isn’t guilt you’re feeling because how can you feel guilty about dishonouring me… if the things you do for me are precisely what I want and need? You did an amazing thing for them… and you did an amazing thing for me. Now I need to make sure you know you’ve done good… correct the crossed wires in your heart that short out and fill you with remorse. Let me heal you? Everything that you are… Everything that we are… and everything yet to be for us… I accept it all. I want it. I crave it. You complete me and by marrying you, I get to make the biggest commitment that I can make to you. I will devote myself to you, Jeff. I promise to never hurt you.” 

She leaned across and kissed me. I willingly took hold of her face. “Is this what you want, forever? You and me? You sister? Her lover? For the rest of our lives?”

“Forever and a day.”

I scooped her up and pulled her on top of me all the while we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her naked, lightly freckled flesh, feeling her soft skin as I caressed her. She moved her hands to my neck and slightly teased it.

She broke the kiss, “Is this what you want, Jeff? Me… my ever present family and all my stupid baggage?”

“I do.”

I moved my hands down her stomach and reached her ginger fuzzy pubic triangle. I let my fingers play in her fine hair then I found her nubby little clit which was hiding in her folds. I rubbed it and did little circles around it.

“Oh fuck, Jeff, I want you to love me. I want you to let me love you.” I pushed up off the couch and held her small frame in my embrace. I held her in my arms as she hung onto me by putting her arms around my neck. I carried her over to the sofa and gently laid her upon it. She looked into my eyes as I stood looking at her. Then she leaned back into Molly’s cushions as she looked at me. “I want to give myself to you… on your terms,” she said to him and slowly moved her fingers to her little tits doing a few circles before traveling down to her belly button. Next she spread her legs revealing her pussy to him. I looked at her as she moved her finger and spread her lips. “I’m still wearing the butt plug…” she whispered as she lay back and holding her ass cheeks, she pulled them apart. 

Inside her round cushions, where her anus should be, sparkled back at us, the green diamond end of the butt-plug. I found myself reaching for it, touching it, and she hissed gently. I explored further and she pushed back to meet my hand moaning at how full she felt. The thick plug still buried to the hilt filling her seldom used back door. It was wet with her juices, glistening in the dim light. I couldn’t resist lunging forward with my tongue out stretched and lapping at her pretty pussy. My fiancée with a plug in her ass and my tongue dancing around her clit, bucked against me as a mini orgasm exploded from within. As I felt her body shudder and her vagina begin to spasm I pressed my palm hard against the base of the plug. Her tight hole clamped and released in time with her pussy. It looked incredible.

“It makes me… incredibly horny…” My cute Cherry Pie panted. “I’m so ready.”

As soon as her shaking subsided I positioned myself on top of her and probed with my now raging manhood against her slippery thighs. Her juices helped guide me to her needy pussy. There was no need to be gentle or take it slow, Jessica was indeed ready, and my cock head soon nuzzled into her wet heat. I entered her easily and I could feel the plug applying pressure to her vaginal wall as my cock ran along and through it. Two thrusts into her and another shuddering orgasm took her. The feeling of both my throbbing organ stretching her pussy and the plug filling her other needy cavity had set her off. She bucked and gyrated against me. The plug pushing against my pelvic bone stretching her was sending her through wave after pleasure filled wave of ecstasy.

I held firmly against her allowing her to use my cock however she needed to get her required release. The feeling was intense but the view of her being double penetrated was overwhelming and I had to hold back my load with everything I could muster. After a few minutes of rhythmic sex I withdrew my swollen member from her. Jessica lay there with her eyes closed and a serene look on her face, still breathing hard and her body still except for a little jerk now and then as the aftershocks gently slowed. I moved up onto my knees and leaned over her for a kiss. Her mesmerising green eyes opened and she smiled as she caught her breath.

Jessica cleared her throat and said “That was so good… I have more in me though. I feel like I could cum over and over… but I need your dick inside me for that to happen.”

“Anything for my wife-to-be,” I murmured as she lay back on the sofa. 

I attempted to re-enter her but her ass tried to involuntarily push the plug out so she shifted and presented her bejeweled ass to me, leaning into the couch. Doggy style it was. I entered her again and this time the plug stayed put. I took my time having cum three times since arriving here. I took long slow strokes while gently wiggling the plug. If I pulled upward on the base its pointed end would ride my cock through her wall with each thrust. I decided to push it in different directions and listen for her moans and the way her body would react. Between orgasms she never fully hit the valley she was staying on edge the entire time. 

“Take it out…” the freckled redhead breathed, “…and fuck my ass.”

Teasingly, I gently pulled the plug out and in just an inch at a time. I was using the thicker bottom to stretch her and she was very receptive to my actions. With two fingers locked around the base I could see how her hole would stretch. I was in awe at how her ass accommodated this intruder with ease now but I too now I had a burning desire to replace the toy. I was becoming jealous of how it was getting to experience her naughtiest hole and not me. I tugged it one more time and observed her hole stretch around its thickest part and grip it the entire length until the tip was finally withdrawn.

Once again a sigh, the feeling of emptiness that needed to be remedied. I reached for her pussy and used a handful of her cum as lube and applied it over the head of my penis. I circled her hole with the head and ran it up and down her crack. Satisfied with the coating now applied to me I positioned myself to enter her still gaping ass-hole. I gently pushed forward and felt her tight resistance. Even after using the plug all evening I was still a lot thicker and I would need to take my time and be gentle. My knob pushed past her ring and disappeared. I held myself still and she took several deep breaths.

After a full minute Jessica inched her way down my shaft. I watched my veiny steel like shaft disappear into her. I maintained a statue-like posture letting her control the process until finally she was settled, her cheeks pressed firmly against me. I took in the sight in front of me. Her tight hole stretched to accommodate me, my thick cock buried within. My shaved balls were being smothered in her juices as they rested against her soaked pussy. Jessica began to rock back and forth encouraging my enlarged head to rub against her anal walls. I took this as the sign of her being ready for me to fuck her.

I held her steady and withdrew my shaft leaving only the head still inside and then inched back into her until I could feel us collide and my balls nestle back into her wetness. Her moans filled the room as I worked my cock in and out of her. With each inward thrust she began to meet me. She was rocking forward and back to increase the rhythm. I maintained her rhythm and it brought her to another orgasm. This time with me inside her ass. With one last hard push against me and me pulling her in by her hips it took over her. I could feel each pulse as her ring clamped and released me. She screamed into the cushion below as the pleasure became too much for her to bare.

Once it had subsided I took control again and picked up my pace. I dug my fingers into her hips, pulling her back to meet my strokes. I was in charge of her ass now and I was going to fill it with my cum. I could feel her extraordinarily wet hole and parted labia accepting the continued slapping from my heavy balls. I was bottoming out into her fiercely preparing to unleash everything I had left. Several minutes passed as I built us both up to a final crechendo. 

“I’m nearly there.” Jessica squealed as I reached the point of no return. I thrusted into her as I felt a torrent of cum rush from my balls up my shaft and explode inside of her. I held her against me, my balls squished between us as they retracted to my body.

She only just beat me to it, her pelvis was starting to twitch and I could feel her muscles tensing, ready for that ultimate release. I didn’t ease up; I just kept up the same hard fast rhythm that was getting her closer and closer.

“Oh Jeff, I’m cumming,” Jessica gasped.

They were the last coherent words she spoke as her orgasm arrived. She began to almost dance beneath me, her pelvis and torso jerking and juddering, and she started crying out a long rapid string of gasped ‘oh’s that got louder and louder until they ran together in one long wail as she finally came. Then she shoved herself backwards onto my cock, impaling herself deeper than ever and making it impossible for me to continue to fuck her and I came.

I felt pulse after pulse, every new rope would find its way into her cavity, coating her hot bowels. I was filling her with an immense amount of cum. I pulled back so the head was still inside and buried myself again, using the tightness of her clamped down on me to milk every last drop. Slowly Jessica’s wail petered out into sobs and grunts and she automatically started to sag against the sofa, her shaking legs turned to jelly by her climax. I held her tightly and watched with satisfaction as she gasped and panted, her chest heaving and her body shuddering with post orgasmic aftershocks.

My cock started to deflate and work its way out. I slowly let it slip and watched her hole release my cum with it. It ran down her clean shaved pussy, and dripped from her clit to the chair below. I collapsed on top of her and I stayed there for a few minutes recovering, getting my breath back and when I dismounted her my cum was still leaking from her tight ass.

“Come here, Jeff,” the little redhead instructed, patting the damp sofa beside her. 

I sat down as she sat up. I wrapped an arm around her back and spun as I lay back which pulled her on top of me. Reaching up, I brushed Jessica’s flame coloured hair back away from her face before putting my hand behind Jessica’s head. “You’re beautiful, Jess. Thank you.” And then I slowly, gently, brought my lips to hers.

At the first kiss, Jessica melted into me. The first kisses were tentative, our lips just barely brushing against each other, until Jess pulled me in tighter. Then Jessica’s tongue darted out to lick my upper lip, then her lower, and my fiancée opened her mouth in response. Her tongue came out, and our tongues touched lightly, just the tips, tentatively. As we continued to kiss, our tongues became just part of it, sometimes with a tongue running softly along the line of a lip, sometimes diving into a mouth in pursuit of its counterpart. Jess sucked my tongue into her mouth, almost stroking it with her own tongue until releasing it.

Jessica shivered as I broke our kiss, panting, moving my mouth to kiss her cheek, then to her ear. “Oh Jeff, you’re still hard,” she whispered. She kissed my cheek again before returning her mouth to mine, but kissing me harder this time. I reached behind her head and pulled her tighter, her tongue invading my mouth, and welcoming mine response. She felt my hand slide down from her shoulder to her side. Slowly, slowly, Jessica’s hand began to make its way down my front, sliding into my pubes and onto my wet erection. She gripped my shaft and stroked me as we continued to kiss. I moved my fingers into her pussy and began to test her tunnel.

“Jeffrey?” She asked.

“Yes Jessica?”

“I’m ready for you to breed me now.”

“Are you sure, we should really be back downstairs with our families.” I commented as I didn’t want to upset them or our generous host.

“Yes Jeff, I want you inside me.” She moved up and began with my help to line herself up. She positioned my angry looking cockhead at the entrance to her womanhood and I marvelled at how she always made me hard. As she pressed me into her where I made contact I wondered if my testicles had anything left to give her. She stopped, making sure that this is what she wanted. I spoke before she continued.

“Jessica, do I need a condom?”

“No.” Before I could reply she began to sink herself onto me, pushing her vagina down onto my rigid penis. It hurt as she went down maybe an inch and a half. Then I felt a lot of resistance but she slowly persevered until she bottomed out, making contact with my thighs. She let herself get accustomed to my throbbing cock as she looked into my eyes. She leaned into me as my arm came around her back. “Just enjoy this,” she said, her sparkling green eyes gazing down at me, “Happy engagement darling.”

She bent forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, then another, and another, as if she was teasing me. Seconds later she kissed me again, but this time it felt different; Her lips crushed down on mine and I felt her tongue press deep into my mouth. Her breath had a lovely peppermint taste to it. Every nerve in my body was tingling as if a bolt of electricity had passed through me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Our mouths remained locked together and I ran my hands through her gorgeous orange hair as we continued to make out. One minute she was so deep in my mouth it felt like she was trying to push her tongue down my throat, and then the next my own tongue had been sucked into her mouth.

I was getting more and more aroused and, putting an arm around her waist, gently pulled her down on top of me and began to softly caress her curvaceous body. My hand roamed gently up her back, from her hip right up to her neck and then back down to her hip again. There was still no reaction from her, my cock still stationary, buried in her slippery furnace, so I got a little more daring, allowing my hand to feel her lovely firm ass and then move up to a full round breast, cupping and squeezing her lovely soft flesh. I had just started to knead her titties a little more forcibly when she began to move up and back down on my penis little by little. I kissed her in between her ups and downs and we both moaned as she repeatedly lowered herself down, her pussy engulfing the full length of my cock.

As she rode me, I was running my hands over her bare ass while she was holding onto the back of the sofa. Her tits were now right in front of me, though I could only really see her cleavage because she was leaning over me. As she got a good rhythm going, I brought my hands up to her tits. They may have only been small, as were her areolas, but her nipples were hard so I lightly brushed my palms over them as I fondled her tits. I doubt one had anything to do with the other but she abruptly stopped riding me then cried out as her entire body started shaking. I was pleasantly surprised by this quick orgasm but she went right back to riding me as soon as she’d finished cumming.

Her pussy unbelievably felt even hotter and wetter when she resumed moving up and down on my cock so I was really savouring the feeling. I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm but felt like I’d be good to get her to another one first if she kept riding me as hard and fast as she was. She was clearly building quickly toward another orgasm and, again, I was happy that I was able to help her get the relief she so obviously needed. She dropped down onto my cock and remained there, momentarily quiet and still, then cried out and started shaking as she experienced another orgasm. This one also appeared to be both long and highly pleasurable but, when she’d gone still and quiet again, she did not resume riding me. Since they were no longer bouncing, I brought my hands back around to fondle her tits some more as she was recovering. My cock was still rigid, throbbing inside her hot, wet pussy but I didn’t push her to continue because I was in no rush. She gripped the base of my cock with her pussy and began to gently pump it as she slid her labia up and down my shaft while I moaned and caressed her long, red hair.

I was looking down, watching my cock disappear repeatedly into her incredibly hot snatch. I would have been happy to have her ride me all day long and, despite how incredible it felt, she was still able to draw out the pleasure so that I could enjoy it for longer than I would have expected to last. I got the impression, though, that she wasn’t just drawing it out for my enjoyment; it seemed as though she was enjoying it nearly as much as I was. As my orgasm was building in earnest, she refocused her efforts from drawing out the pleasure to making me cum but once again she failed, beating me to the climax.

“Oh Jeff!” She screamed as she came which made the walls of her pussy contract around me. She allowed him to continue to thrust upwards, dropping down onto me, drawing me into her even more as I attempted to pump my rock-hard cock into her body. She faced away from the door. Both of our bodies were now slick with sweat. I grunted loudly each time I bottomed out inside of her, not caring who might hear. She let out tremendous roars each time I ploughed into her. It felt so good when I fucked into her hard. Our naked bodies rubbing and grinding, our lubricated sexes well oiled.

I saw a shadow cast in the doorway and looked up. Sophie stood there, in the shadows, watching me fuck her daughter. I have no idea how long she had been there but she watched as her youngest daughter rode me, forcing my cock up into her pussy. Sophie looked incredible in her evening dress, her eyes watched us lustfully and when she met my gaze she placed a finger to her lips; I got her message straight away, don’t let Jessica in on her watching. I suddenly felt my panic levels rising, not only did I have an audience, but she was my fiancée’s mother. She was watching me fuck her daughter… and started playing with her pussy in the doorway, as I slammed into Jessica faster and faster, watching Sophie give me an evil grin as I did.

Jessica ground her hips against me feeling the head of my cock turn and rub her insides. I grabbed her hands and interlaced them with mine. I then pulled her down into my and began kissing her. I let everything go, feeling the stress dissipate in my head as I thought of only one thing, ‘Jessica’. I released her hands and wrapped her in my arms. I began to pump in and out of her. I was like a beast as I fucked her. It felt so right to me even though she was my son’s half sister. Jessica panted and grunted loader as the pace of my fucking her, sped up. She moved her hands down my face and onto my shoulders as I placed mine on her ass. She had no idea her mother was watching her getting fucked, she wouldn’t care if she did. I was pretty sure she would invite her Mom to join. I looked up into Jessica’s eyes.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, still fucking her intensely.

“I’m yours. This body is yours. My pussy is yours!” She screamed out in ecstasy.

“I will always put your needs first,” I confirmed. I fucked her harder and faster and more and more intensely. I looked back over to my lovers’ Mother, jilling off hard in the doorway.

“And you can have all the pussy you want… as long as you come back to me.”

I spied Sophie’s wicked grin, then her mouth opened in a silent scream as I watched her shudder in a climax. Then Jessica screamed through her climax. She came for a long time and her fluttering vagina propelled me towards my final orgasm of the night. 

“I’m gonna cum Jess. It happening!” I grunted. 

“Oh fuck Jeff, breed me!” I continued to thrust into her oblivious to everything. I sped up even more as I was approaching a release unaware that Jessica was already there and began to cum all around my pistoning cock. I felt wetness which prompted me to unleash the first creamy rope of cum into the third womb of the day. “Yes, oh yes! You make me feel so warm inside.” She encouraged, sensing my release. I let out a whimper from the gut, as I blew rope after rope of my hot cum into her young, fertile body. Flooding her twat with my seed. I found some extra strength for a final thrust as I unloaded into my fiancée. Pressing my glans against her fluctuating cervix Jessica felt the warmth of my cum spread into her, my hot load blasting unhindered into the spasming woman above me. I sped up and without thinking bit her neck. She moaned even more at the feeling of the pain and the pleasure mixing inside of her. I wanted to pull out of her but she held me in place as I unleashed volley after volley of my seed into her tunnel. She felt the heat of my liquid when she began to climax again and contracted again which pulled me in as she leaned down and kissed.

I aimed a final loud grunt squarely at Sophie who watched me cum from the doorway, a grin on her face, she licked her pussy juice from her fingers and blew me a kiss, before retreating back downstairs, no doubt her own husband, eager to fill her with his cum. I looked up at Jessica, her freshly fucked after-glow beamed off her. I collapsed onto her kissing her repeatedly. She had a belly full of my semen and no idea her mother had watched our intimate fuck. Finally, after a few minutes I released my hold on her and she rolled to my side. She cuddled into me, lying together. I turned my head and looked at her with semi-teary eyes. Jessica saw the tears and reached her hand up cupping my face.

“No regrets, Jeff. It was lovely and beautiful.” She said as she stroked my cheek.

“We can never go back to just being boyfriend and girlfriend. You know that right?” I said more than asking.

“I don’t ever want to go back.” Jessica replied, moving up to be face to face with me. “You bought a ring and put it on this finger, I belong to you now.”

Jessica looked and saw the time. We had spent over two hours in Molly’s apartment. Soon it would be time to go home. “We need to get dressed and get downstairs before someone comes up to fetch us!” Jessica got up going to the bathroom while I just lay on the sofa. A few minutes later she came in still naked and walked to her clothes pile. I got up and went to the bathroom and also fetched my boxers and a t-shirt from the bedroom. Rachel and Molly were sleeping together. I rejoined Jessica in the living room, sitting back on the couch.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked.

“Not at all, I sprayed the entire bottle of Febreze just to mask the smell of us.”

“Good, I also got your clothes from the bedroom.”

“Thanks, I love you Jeff.” She said and interlaced her left hand in his right as they lay facing each other.

“I love you too Jessica.”

“I love you more.” She said as she closed her eyes for a moment. “I won’t ever leave you.”

“Why didn’t you let me pull out?” I asked.

“Because I wanted it to be natural. I don’t care what people think of us or our family. All that matters is that I love you and you love me.” Jessica said looking at before continuing, “You just gave me the best experience I could ever dream of.” She moved over and lay on the side of my body, playing with my chest hair. She then kissed my chest making her way over to my left nipple where she casually nibbled on it. I watched as she sucked on my nipple with such passion that I began to stiffen again.

“Come on, let’s get dressed and then we can wake up the sleeping beauties in there.” I said, standing up and pulling on my boxer shorts.

“Anything you say, husband-to-be.”

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“Thanks for everything, Sophie,” I said. “You’ve been so… understanding and helpful with how things have been between me and Jessica.”

The rest of our families had unpacked their cars and had all gathered in Sophie’s house as Joseph showed off the almost completed loft space to his father. My parents had joined them but Sophie, feeling uncomfortable, had volunteered to help me get our stuff put away in our house next door. With that job complete we were sharing a much needed coffee before heading back over to the excitement of two delirious teenagers and our very happy family members. But I had another reason for her to be here; I still needed to confront her about what she had seen and how she felt… no, I needed to confront the feeling I still had for her and my son, playing on the floor between us.

Jessica’s mother smiled and took another sip of her latte. “Jeff, it’s not unheard-of that members of my family have… less conventional needs. I understand that very well,” she said simply, reading my thoughts.

“I never really thought about it in that way,” I said with a sigh. “I mean I know I love her and she loves me but… she seemed to come alive when I love someone else. She loves me more… and that just feels so confusing. I want to marry her and give my life to her but she is intent on me giving my love away… it’s not normal…” my voice trailed off as I recalled the events after the party. Knowing that Jessica was attracted to the idea of sharing me in our marriage, in much the same way her father shared Sophie, had made that remark seem particularly cruel and hurtful.

Looking a bit sad, I continued, “…I assumed that Jessica was just going through a phase. I mean, we all went through the phase of having crushes on someone… inappropriate… maybe she will just outgrow them eventually.”

“Jeff,” Sophie said evenly, “most girls don’t go through that phase.” She looked directly at me before continuing, “and some of us never outgrow it.”

“You mean that you think she’s right… that’s it’s right?” I began.

“Yes. Of course,” Sophie said simply. “I assumed that you knew. If it makes her happy then she needs to do what makes her happy. The main problem we need to face up to here is you. Does it make you unhappy?”

“Well, um… I guess… I mean… I just find it confusing. It complicates everything and I like to have things… simple. It makes me happy and sad at the same time because, long term, I’m going to hurt someone. Maybe you. Maybe Rachel. Maybe Molly or even maybe Jessica. Someone is going to get hurt and I’m going to pay a high price for that.” I responded.

“That’s the fear inside you speaking. Ellen planted that fear there. Even now, engaged to her little sister, planning a future with the little redhead you were always destined to fall in love with, Ellen still dominates your thoughts. She made you question everything. She taught you that everything and everyone is fragile. She enjoyed breaking people. She broke you. And now you worry that you will become what she was. That’s not who you are, Jeff. Your heart is pure,” Sophie replied, “Ellen’s fall was my fault. I corrupted her. I was young and broken and I made mistakes. You are my redemption. You healed me… I watched you with Jessica for quite some time. She said she wanted to heal you and I think, together, you can find a way to heal each other. I patched you up but Jess can repair the damage Ellen caused in your heart. And you can temper Jessica’s needs. She’s not like Ellen, and neither is Rachel. They both love you because they are not stupid; they see you as part of their own salvation. They need you to be complete. They need you to be happy.”

“Will I always feel so conflicted when I am with her… when I am with them…?”

“Perhaps… but that’s not the point. I understand what the twins are trying to cope with, and it can be very difficult for a teenager. It doesn’t make it any easier that her closest friend is also besotted with you. The twins are different, they always have been, and destined for something greater than I have ever achieved. They’ve always been the oddballs socially. I just want you to know that I’ll support them and you in any way that I can. They love you. Let them make you happy. I for one, couldn’t be happier that you’re going to officially become a part of my family… and that we are going to become a part of yours.”

I reached out and squeezed Sophie’s hand. “Thank you for that,” she said sincerely, “It means a lot.” Sophie turned her hand over and interlocked her fingers with mine. The contact was electric.

I couldn’t understand what I was feeling. I never could. Yes, of course I was very grateful for Jessica’s mother’s support of her daughter. But there was more. The strong, even gaze, the lean, curvaceous body. Overall, a very commanding person… but still… a woman. My dream woman here in the flesh. She had done so much for me, sacrificed so much for me, confronted and lost her daughter… for me. She made a baby… with me. I felt as though I were under a spell. We were simply holding hands, but feelings that I had rarely experienced were surging through me. My mind drifted back as I struggled to make sense of what I was feeling. 

I was engaged to her flesh and blood. I was going to marry her youngest daughter. She had filed for divorce two years ago but now her marriage to Joseph had become something beyond their wildest dreams. They had everything. I came along and she saved me. I was sure she had loved him, but had she ever been “in love” with me? I didn’t know if I had ever been in love with her, but she had been so nice and respectful that I could hardly say no. I was enamoured by her. She was beautiful. Perfect. I felt like I would have been making a huge mistake to push her away… it would have been like passing up a once-in-a-lifetime deal. A life line. I would have done anything for her… but I had fallen in love with her daughter. Everything was supposed to be falling into place… except now, my head was swimming and I felt like a love struck school boy again.

“Earth to Jeff, Earth to Jeff, come in please,” I heard Sophie’s voice as if from a distance, calling me back to reality. Her voice had a magical lilt to it.

“I’m sorry… I think I was daydreaming,” I said, blushing.

“That’s okay,” Sophie chuckled. “It’s been a long day, and I think we’re both tired. Shall we call it a night?”

I picked up Jacob and put him in his pram. He looked more and more like Sophie with each passing day… except for his eyes. He had my eyes and he wore a smile on his face I recognised from my own childhood. As we stopped outside the house to say goodbye, Sophie extended her hand. I grasped it, but then, impulsively, reached out to hug her. I caught myself in mid-hug, though, and stopped.

Sophie laughed again. “It’s okay,” she said lightly, “I don’t bite.” Seeing I was still hesitating she continued, laughing, “I love you, Jeff. I’m here to protect you. Like my daughter’s, I only want you to be happy… to feel complete.”

Realizing how ridiculous I seemed, I gave in and wrapped my arms around Sophie. “Thanks again for everything,” I said, squeezing the voluptuous married woman tightly.

As I watched her push the pram around to their front door, I couldn’t get the memory of the physical contact with Sophie out of her mind. It haunted me even in my dreams.

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The next week flew by. Molly was almost a year into her placement and was looking to increase her hours. The twins had University assignments to complete before the new term started and I was about to commence my own career as an Architect! Or… actually to be honest with myself, I was initially just going to be an architectural technician, responsible for the donkey work. They’d probably have me making the coffee for the first couple of years at least. I was lucky enough to secure a job at a local city based firm. They were responsible for some of the bigger architectural projects in the region. They occupied several floors in a thirty-two floor skyscraper they had designed and built so although I was going in at the bottom, there was real scope for advancement. I was actually looking forward to it! AndrewHobbs, the boss, was a local self made man. He literally built his company from the ground up and at my interview he seemed genuinely impressed with what I had to offer. I think I reminded him of him. If I found myself owning a skyscraper that I had built by the time I reached forty, then I would happily follow in his footsteps; both of us local boys who had done good! 

Sophie and I took Jacob to the mall; the pretense was that I needed help picking out some appropriate business attire, and with Sophie being a professional woman, she could aid me in making any first day fashion faux pas. But really I just wanted to spend time with Jacob and the mother of my baby before work life would prevent me from seeing either of them during the week. Big changes were coming. With the shopping trip mostly complete, we headed to a coffee shop, and with a couple of steaming latte’s in front of us, we chatted and I bounced baby Jacob on my knee. I felt like a father. I felt like I had a family.

“So, Jeff, are you happy?” Sophie asked.

“I don’t have the slightest idea,” I replied, lifting Jacob and putting him in the high chair next to me. “Everything is about to change. Soon I’ll barely have time for Jessica… maybe everyone else will now be free to find their own way?”

“They found you, Jeff! They are not going to let you out of their grasp so easily. You’ll find a way. Joseph and I did when we were your age, I knew my new husband had needs and he gave me the freedom for me to explore mine,” Sophie confessed.

“Really!” I gasped in complete shock, almost spitting out my coffee all over the table. I hadn’t even considered that they had an open relationship back then. She had married in her teens. She was younger than me! Sophie was blushing, and looked terrified, like she had shared something she wasn’t supposed to. “So you were… swingers? Back then? Who did you bring into your relationship?” I asked, realising too late that Sophie was uncharacteristically stressed.

“Oh! No-one you know,” Sophie blurted, “I was young. Those were different times. Like you I had emerged from a traumatic childhood. I was a different person…” Sophie tried to explain.

She didn’t need to explain though. I already knew, Sophie’s step-father, Phil, Joseph’s father, had raped her. He had taken to drink after Sophie’s mother died in a car crash and, according to the twin’s, he had mistaken her for his wife. Apparently they looked the same, much like how Ellen looked like Sophie. It was in their genes. Phil had raped her and Joseph had thrown him out of Sophie’s mother’s home. Sophie and Joseph had found love in the months and years that followed. It must have been quite shocking for step-siblings to end up in a relationship back then but love conquers all.

“I’m sorry, Sophie. I didn’t mean to pry,” I apologised, “I know what you went through. You’re a survivor. I hope I can match your long and loving marriage. I hope I’ve given Jessica… and Rachel… enough freedom for them to be themselves. I hope they are just as successful as you are. I want us all to live happily ever after.”

“I heard everything you said to Jessica the night of the engagement party. I know you have worries and she’s a romantic, she doesn’t realise the pain you still carry… the pain you may always carry. That’s why I’m here for you. Love will find a way. Let Jess, Rachel and even Molly do what they can to strengthen your relationships with them. Let them in… there is no guilt if there is genuine love. There is no remorse if everyone is working together to achieve happiness. I do know though, that out of them all, you have to sacrifice the most. I am so proud of you for that. You’ve made my daughters very happy.”

“Well… maybe… but I’m no hero. But thank you for understanding. I can’t believe how hard this is for me,” I said as I looked at Sophie’s beautiful hands. I realised that I was hoping for Sophie to hold hands with me again. I missed her touch. I needed it. She always soothed me.

Sophie spoke gently, “How does the proverb go? ‘Every bird must find its own tree. The tree doesn’t find the bird.’ Even though it’s difficult for you, let Jessica find what makes her happy. Neither you nor I can change what is inside her. All we can do is to support her and to help her be happy with who she is.” I was thrilled as Sophie reached out and took my hand. “Believe me, Jeff, I know from my experiences. This is just as difficult for Jessica as it is for you. Everything around her says she should be one way… but her heart is leading her down a different path. She needs you, her sister and her friends now more than ever. She needs your support, and your blessing. Do you understand?”

I nodded, only dimly hearing Sophie’s words. Jessica loved me and I loved her. Was it my own jealousy that was filling me with anxiety? She was so ready to share me… but when she kissed Molly… it hurt.

“Jeff, you seem like you’re a thousand miles away. What are you thinking?” asked Sophie.

“I’m thinking…” I felt that my mouth was suddenly very dry, and she was a little light-headed. “I’m thinking that… I’m wondering… how Rachel could like kissing another woman like she does but still like me. Even Jessica kissed Molly. I could see… I did see how much she liked it.”

Sophie smiled. “So you saw them kiss. How did that make you feel?” she asked.

“I felt…” my voice trailed off.

“Be honest, I, how did it make you feel?” Sophie asked again. “I think it’s important that you understand how you feel.” She stopped and squeezed my hand. “Jeff,” she said firmly, “how can you ever accept Jessica’s feelings if you can’t accept your own?”

I felt like the coffee shop suddenly lurched and I lost my balance. I swayed slightly. “Ouch,” I said, “that hurt.”

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?” asked Sophie gently.

I nodded, understanding. “Okay. I get it.” I paused and took a deep breath, gathering courage.

“When I saw them kissing I felt… Sophie, promise me that you won’t be shocked or laugh,” I said, breaking off.

“I promise,” Sophie said solemnly. “I know this is hard for you, but you can see the importance, can’t you?” I nodded again. “Well, then,” Sophie said, “spit it out. Just say it. It’s just words.”

“I felt… envious. Then jealous… then angry,” I began to cry, “They all looked so goddamn happy,” I finally blurted out, “It’s not fair. They have always had each other. I’ve had no-one and… I could lose them. At any time. Because I lack any self control. You say let love find a way and I have! But look where it has got me. Ridiculed at school. Raped by Ellen’s boyfriend. Abused by her, and then played with by both Jessica and Rachel, just like a toy… or like cats play with a mouse before devouring it. Molly is the one that stands out… she’s always treated me with respect but she’s probably a lesbian! Everyone thinks I’m lucky but I could end up losing everything and everyone!” I looked at Sophie, tears streaming down my face, sure that she would be shocked. She wasn’t.

Sophie smiled. “Well, that does explain why you’re in so much pain. Like I said, as I’ve always said; I understand.” She held my hand. Stroking it. Comforting me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s just normal, isn’t it? When you see your loving girlfriend, your best friend and her sister, all getting along so well without you, you’re bound to feel upset. Even though you are the catalyst for their love. Jealousy is normal, and they made it clear they will do anything to ensure you never feel that because of them,” Sophie explained, “But it is normal to get angry when we’re jealous or envious; The two people you’re head over heels in love with were finding love with someone else.” I just nodded. “So what did you envy about the kiss?” Sophie wondered.

“It was… beautiful,” I said softly, lifting Sophie’s hand and kissing it. Sophie just shook her head and began to brush the tears from my cheeks.

“So what are you saying, really?” she asked. “I mean… what are you really feeling?”

I lowered my eyes. “Don’t make me say it. Please don’t make me say it,” I whispered. If it remained unspoken, then it wouldn’t be real.

“If you don’t say it, you’ll never know what you mean,” prodded Sophie. She gently lifted my chin so she could look into my eyes. “Just say what you want. It’s only words, right? You can say anything.” I nodded. Only words… but such words. Words that could open doors to dark places… She shook her head. Sophie sensed what she was thinking. “My daughters are not in a dark place, Jeff. Look at them. They are alive and vivacious and happy. Why? Well, one big reason is that they’ve figured out how to say what they want. It seems to me that the darkness is with the one who won’t give voice to his desires. How long do you want to carry that around? The choice is yours.”

Again, Sophie’s words brought clarity to my thoughts, and with the clarity came peace. I smiled and shook my head. “I want to love them both. Marry both of them. Have children with them. Grow old with them. But I can’t! Sophie, I don’t want to lose them… either of them. I want them both!” I said suddenly, surprising myself. Sophie smiled and nodded. “I think I’ve wanted to say that for a long time, from the moment I first met them,” I whispered.

“Well, it took a while to pry that out didn’t it?” Sophie chuckled. “There’s something else that you’re not willing to face yet and I understand that too; Molly. Molly gives you another option… a way out. To break free from my claustrophobic and unconventional family.” 

“That’s not true!” I exclaimed, suddenly feeling angry. There was something I wasn’t saying, something I would never admit to; I wasn’t worthy of any of them. She was right. I had a darkness inside of me! A red mist that descended. Everyone could see it… like a secret in the open; I was broken. Damaged goods… and Jessica and her sister were perfect… but… where did Molly fit into all this? 

“There is a very good chance… that neither Jessica or Rachel will ever bare you the children you desire,” Sophie calmly said, her eyes glistening as my tears still rolled down my cheeks. “Have you never wondered why they seem so desperate to have babies?” Sophie asked.

“Every one of your daughters has wanted a baby…” I confirmed.

“Their biology is trying to tell them something… their genetics. I had my children at a young age then… nothing. Until you came along. Maybe you are the missing genetic piece they crave? Maybe it’s more than just love at play… because not long after my twentieth birthday… Maria, your Mom, declared that I could no longer conceive. I would have no more children.”

“But you did conceive!” I retorted, holding Jacob’s tiny hand, “Your girls don’t have fertility problems!”

“Your Mom thinks they do. I tried to get pregnant for nearly twenty years, Jeff! The fact that we made a baby together was a fluke, I got lucky. Jessica might not…”

“I have a son… a legacy… we will manage… if she’s infertile. My Mom was wrong. She doesn’t know for sure… “

“You just said you wanted children, Jeff… but what if my babies don’t give you babies?” I opened my mouth to protest again but she silenced me with a stern look. Her blue eyes became an icy state that I hadn’t seen since dating Ellen. I closed my mouth. Sophie took a deep breath. “Did you have unprotected sex with Ellen?”

I nodded my head. I was reeling.

“A few times or multiple times?” 

“Multiple times. She wouldn’t let me use a condom.” I confirmed.

“She wasn’t on the pill and she never fell pregnant. Do you know that Rachel came off the pill months ago?” Again I nodded my head. “Have you had unprotected sex with Rachel since then?” I nodded and cast my eyes downward in submission. “A few times or multiple times?” 

“Multiple.” I replied meekly, sensing where this conversation was going. Jessica had hinted at it. It wasn’t a secret. There were no secrets anymore.

“She’s not on birth control and she’s not pregnant, Jeff. My daughters know the reality of what they are living with. They know it’s a problem they will all need to face, as I did.” 

“But I got you pregnant!” I retorted.

“And that gives them hope!” Sophie shot back, “But how many times did we have unprotected sex before we conceived? Many, many, many times. I got lucky. Maybe one day they will get lucky too.” I couldn’t raise my eyes to meet hers. The truth was undeniable. And it hurt. She placed her hand on my cheek, raising my chin. Gently. Lovingly. “Jeff, I don’t mean to be cruel, I just want to offer you some advice, that’s all.” Sophie reached out and held my free hand tightly as if to emphasise the seriousness of what was coming. She looked into my eyes and her blue eyes sparkled. After a few quiet moments, she spoke; “Molly gives you another option. You said it yourself; Molly wants more than friendship from you but she loves my daughters too, she won’t deliberately hurt you or them. But it’s obvious. She’s going to play the waiting game. She’s placing herself to catch you should you fall from their grasp… should you decide the relationship needs to end.”

“What are you saying?” I whispered, stunned by her words, “Do you not want me to Marry Jessica?”

“No! I’m not saying that at all. I’m trying to tell you that Molly loves you and will wait for you because she knows what we all know… most marriages don’t last. And if my children can’t give you babies… she will.”

“You’re crazy!” I said dropping Jacobs hand, almost recoiling from them both. But… I remembered Molly’s words. She saw a future with me… despite my impending marriage. She wanted to be a Mom. She wanted me to be a Dad. Shit. How could I be so blind? But there was no way I was leaving Jessica. No way! And I said as much; “I’m still marrying Jessica.”

“Of course you are! But… set yourself a time limit. I don’t want you to end up like me, Jeff. I don’t want you to have to wait until you turn forty to have children of your own… seven years. Give your marriage seven years… then re-evaluate it. Leave her if she’s barren, make beautiful babies with Molly. Jessica won’t stop you. She knows what you want better than any of us… she won’t want to be the reason you’re unhappy. Marry her but, within seven years, you need to find Molly. You love her too, though you won’t admit it. You don’t need to though; it’s obvious.”

“Molly won’t wait seven years!” I laughed nervously.

“Oh yes she will. The right people will stay with you, through life, and help you figure it out. She will wait as long as it takes.” 

Sophie released my hand, knowing how much her words had unnerved me. Peeling back the layers until she exposed my pain. But her eyes shone with nothing but love. She always had the power to heal me, and her plan made sense. Jessica would have a happy marriage, children or not. All we needed was each other and seven years… that was ages away. I’d be twenty-seven. I might not have built a skyscraper but I would have designed and built my own home by then. A family home. Sophie’s plan didn’t impact my future at all. Jess and I would be happy… I smiled at Sophie and this time I clasped her hand in mine. 

“Seven years. You won’t mention this to Jessica?” Sophie shook her head. “Then you have a deal… but it won’t be necessary. Thank you… sometimes I can’t see the wood for the trees. But I still hope to prove you wrong.”

“I hope you do, Jeff! You can be whoever you are with me. Always–” Sophie began. She got no further as I brought my lips to hers.

It had been a long time since we had kissed, but the embrace with Sophie was magical and thrilling and wonderful and… I ran out of words again, overwhelmed by my feelings. I wondered how the hell I had been so clueless all my life. And why I needed Sophie and her daughter’s help to realise who I was. When we parted, Sophie smiled. “That was fun,” she said, looking around, perhaps feeling embarrassed but her nipples betrayed her true state. “You were always a good kisser. Jessica is a very lucky woman.”

“I’m just getting warmed up,” I laughed, again closing my mouth over Sophie’s. 

People might talk about oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin, but when my lips touched Sophie’s nothing else mattered. The coffee shop faded into the background. Nobody cared. I certainly didn’t. If the patrons chose to stare they would see how beautiful my lover became when we kissed. Her eyes fluttered, everything felt soft, warm and wet, her sweet taste and her melodic voice whispering my name, her hands holding mine, leaving my body tingling with a flood of love that was almost too much to bare. How could anyone stop loving such an adorable creature? My mind was already melting with Sophie’s sweetness. I felt safe. And everything, for once, felt… right.

Get Lucky continues in Chapter 19 “Destiny”