#get lucky chapter 10

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Get Lucky: Chapter 9 - Molly

Chapter 9 - Molly

"Oh, Jeff! Fuuuuuck!" The middle aged woman screamed.

"Shhhh! You’ll wake up Jessica," I growled, my concern growing for my sleeping girlfriend down the hallway, "she’ll know what we are doing!"

Sophie could only manage a breathless gasp in response, pleasure overtaking her ability to speak. Her pregnant body writhed beneath me, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge of blissful oblivion. I could feel the orgasm inside her even before she gave any outward sign. Her vagina began to tremble and clench around my cock, rippling as her muscles gave way. She clamped down hard around me, her strong experienced pussy flexing and fluttering around my rigid shaft as she crested the tumbling wave of her desire. Her legs clamped around me and began to shake. Her beautiful body buckled and convulsed beneath me. She squeezed every inch of my cock so hard I could barely breathe. Every nerve thrilled with the knowledge that my lover’s orgasm was achieved with my cheating cock. It shouldn't be happening, but it was. She was my girlfriend’s mother and I was deep inside her, feeling her trembling climax from the inside out. It was so wrong. What would her daughter say if she could see what I was doing to her adorable Mom?

The expecting mother unleashed a guttural moan, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. I simply grunted in response, my face a mask of determination as I continued to plow through her orgasm, fucking her through the waves of ecstasy and pushing me to the brink of sensory overload. I gave Sophie a few moments for the desperate sensitivity to subside, keeping hard and still within her. Oh god, she was so hot and so sweet. I began to move inside her again, exquisitely slowly, newly lubricated by her orgasmic wetness. The squishing sound of my cock entering and leaving her body was obscene. The intensity at last reached a fever pitch, our bodies colliding with a pang of primal hunger. The bed groaned and squeaked under the force of our passion, a witness to the raw desire that consumed us.

"Oh, Jeff!" Sophie moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fill me up! Cum inside me, Daddy!"

I felt free to fuck her now, so I fucked her harder and harder until I felt my testicles rise and the tingle in my cock signaling my ejaculation was iminent.

"Ohhhh, fuck, Sophie! I'm going to cum!"

Sophie pushed back against me, moaning with delight. "Yes, Jeff! Oh, yeah!"

God, she looked so beautiful! "You're amazing!" I muttered as I thrust in and out, staring at her face and into her eyes. "You're so beautiful… Sophie… Can I? I really… I want to–!" 

She nodded, my eyes filled with longing. Her walls clenched around me, urging me to release my load. I gave in to my primal urge, my body tensing as I spilled my hot seed deep into her waiting pussy. I could feel myself pulsating, each wave of pleasure crashing through both of us. Sophie's face went dreamy and blissful and she held me in place with her calves as I pumped my cum into her.

"You're christening our baby," she mumbled with a wistful, soft voice.

"Wha–?" I held myself upright on my arms as I gazed down at her. "I'm what?"

Sophie laughed and wriggled her hips, making my cock move inside of her.

"You're spraying the baby's head with more of you children," she chuckled, and laughed delightedly when she saw my reaction. "It's okay!" she said. "It's kind of sweet!" She stared at me warmly and smiled.

As I continued to empty my load inside her, I gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Our bodies trembled in unison, lost in the raw ecstasy of our connection as the last rope semen was flung against her closed cervix.

Only then did a voice filled with anger pierced through the haze of ecstasy.

"YOU'RE CUMMING INSIDE MY FUCKING MOTHER?!" the voice boomed from behind us, near the bedroom door. It was my worst nightmare come true; Jessica had caught us in the act.

Panic surged through me as I turned to see her standing there in her loose fitting pyjamas, fury burning in her emerald eyes. My heart raced, and my mind scrambled for an explanation that could possibly salvage the situation. But deep down, I knew there was no way to justify what had just happened. Sophie quickly pulled away, her face a mix of shock and guilt. She stammered, unable to find the words to explain the unforgivable transgression we had committed. I climbed from her mother's bed and staggered towards the little redhead. Jessica was my love. She was my life. And I had disappointed her. Again. 

I failed to read the situation in my serotonin blasted mind as I gingerly approached her as she shook with fury. I needed to do the right thing. I mustered the courage to confess the truth, took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and looked directly into my girlfriend's eyes.

"Jessica, I..." I began, my voice trembling as I tried to find the right words. But she cut me off with a sharp, disapproving glare.

"How could you?" she shouted, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. "Just leave me alone, both of you!"

The air crackled with tension and my girlfriend's anger boiled over as she glared at me. With a heavy heart, I submissively lowered my gaze, preparing myself to face the repercussions of my betrayal and a broken promise and begin the long journey of rebuilding what I had broken. Perhaps it was too late for that but I needed to try, I stepped backwards towards the bed as Jessica stepped towards me.

“I thought–”

"You didn’t think at all!” She interupted, “You can get the fuck out of my life!" she said in disgust, her words filled with a mix of rage and heartbreak. Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful slap across my face, the sound echoing through the room. Her violent attack came unexpectedly and sent me flying back onto the bed as I recoiled from the impact, my eyes wide with shock and remorse. I knew I had crossed a line that could never be undone. I reached back across the bed towards her, my hand trembling, but she pulled away. The damage had been done.

"Jess! Stop this! You're not thinking clearly. You just need to take a moment. Let him explain then we can move forward from this," Jessica’s Mom choked out, "because I don't want my son, your brother, born into the mess you're creating. Please–"

"I can't forgive you, let alone look at you," she said, still staring at me with rage burning behind her green eyes, struggling to process the shocking revelation of my betrayal. "Today was supposed to be my day. You took something that was meant for me!"

Fueled by a mix of guilt and defensiveness, Sophie snapped, "Get a grip Jessica. Don't turn this into something it isn't. You weren't capable so I did. His needs come first! Remember what he did for us… for you! Think of him instead of yourself! We agreed to put his needs first! You're acting like Ellen!"

Her eyes widened in disbelief, hurt etched across her face. She recoiled as if physically struck by Sophie’s blunt and callous response. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her mother’s words hanging in the air. She turned away from her mother in disgust and glared at me.

"Get the fuck out my father’s bed," she finally said, quietly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of my actions sank in. I had crossed a line, not only with my girlfriend but also with her mother. The consequences of my recklessness were now crashing down upon me. Numbly, I rose from bed, feeling the weight of my mistake pressing down on me. I headed towards the edge of the mattress, my heart heavy with regret. The gravity of my actions had become painfully clear, and I realised how hurtful it must have looked to my virginal girlfriend. Tears streamed down my face. The pain of Jessica’s powerful assault searing the flesh of my cheek. That was when Sophie pushed me, forcibly, back against the pillows.

“Stay right there, Jeff,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is my bed, I choose who I share it with, not my insolent daughter!” 

Jessica turned her fury back on her mother, her gaze hardened slightly, her anger burning fiercely. But Sophie was scowling back at Jessica. An equal amount of horror and fury was now directed at her youngest daughter. She sat up, swung herself out of bed and slowly, walked towards my shaking girlfriend. She noticed her green eyes scanning up and down her nude body. With every step we could see her cum-covered pussy dripping down her inner thighs. There was nothing to stop my fresh, white semen from running all the way down her legs, and coupled with her juices. Anyone with any brains would know that we had just fucked bareback.

"He-he came inside you," Jessica began, then bravely continued, "and now you just want me to just accept it while you go and leave your messy snail trail behind for dad to clean up? All you want is to keep Jeff for yourself! You want to take him from me!" She yelled, her voice heavy with a combination of betrayal and devastation.

Sophie's eyes flashed with anger and he reached out a hand and slapped her daughter in the face. She whimpered and reached out a hand to cover it, but she didn't get a chance to. Sophie grabbed her daughter's ginger hair, wrapping it around her hand and pulled her to the bottom of the bed. Sophie took a deep breath, slowly straightened up, her usual sexy smile now replaced by something a lot more threatening. Her gaze was locked onto her daughter's, unreadable but very intense. Slowly, she walked towards her.

"I'm sorry!" Jessica squeaked, shuffling herself back a little. "I didn't mean to! I--"

Before Jessica could even finish explaining herself, Sophie lunged forward with her arms and pushed her daughter's much smaller and fragile body backwards, causing her legs to fold as they were forced back against the mattress. The little redhead collapsed into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and as she struggled to regain her balance, Sophie stood over her, placing her hands on her shoulders, holding her there.

"Just sit there and listen! What the hell do you think you are doing, Jessica!" Sophie growled, her voice low but dangerous.

“He fucked you, and gave you the cream pie he promised me,” Jessica's sides heaved desperately as she stared up at her mother. “I'm supposed to be losing my virginity today but YOU RUINED IT!”

"Jessica… You have every right to be angry, but you have NO FUCKING RIGHT TO ATTACK HIM! Strike me! Come on? Hit me in front of Jeff and help him choose the right sister because for the first time I'm sure– IT. ISN'T. YOU!" Sophie spat threateningly as she removed her hands from her shoulders, waiting for Jessica to lash out. Jessica's hands remained glued to her sides as she shuddered on the bed. “Pathetic! Get a fucking grip of yourself!” Sophie snarled before striking her daughter's face again.

Sophie hadn't slapped her youngest daughter very hard, certainly it lacked the power of the furious blow Jessica had dealt me, but she looked completely shocked, matching my own expression, at the events that were unfolding. "I'm sorry," Jessica rasped, her entire body trembling from all her emotions, the anger draining from her. "I didn't–mean to–"

"This ends NOW!" Sophie's voice was seething. She stared at her daughter's petrified gaze. "Look at his face Jessica! LOOK AT HIS FACE!"

Jessica turned around to face me. She was still shaking but her expression changed when she saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. My face stung, burning hotly where her hand had made contact.

"Do you see what you've done? Yes, Jeff and I are adults and chose to have sex together, it's not like we haven't before! Yes he marked me with his love,” she pointed at her creamy pussy, before screaming, “NOW LOOK HOW YOU'VE MARKED HIM! See your red hand print clearly forming on his face? You once broke up with him because he marked you with a pen! You and your sister played a dangerous mind game and forced him back into Eleanor and Jerome's influence. I'm NOT having that happen AGAIN! You’re taking your frustration out on the wrong person! You should be angry at ME for sleeping with him! Instead you’ve attacked him! What do you want him to do, Jessica, beg for your forgiveness? Or is that you are really dumping him? If so, I'll get on the phone to Rachel immediately. Remember what she said?”

“If I don't treat him right–” Jessica sobbed, “she would take him from me.”

“If you're truly finished with him then leave him to us. Rachel and I will care for him and love him for the rest of our lives. You deserve to lose him because– THIS. IS. YOUR. FAULT.” Sophie said, poking her finger into her daughter's chest to emphasise every word. “How dare you try to manipulate him, forcing him into making a promise not to cum inside me. We agreed we would never stand in each other's way. We agreed between us that we share in his love. We agreed we would never play mind games and twist him into another guilt trip! He comes first, from now on, in all things. He did the right thing giving you time to heal before giving you something so very special! You messed with his head and yes, he ended up taking out his sexual frustration on me. But that's on you. You forced him into my bed with your mind games just like you forced him into Eleanor's. You might as well have put that noose around his neck yourself and watched as Jerome raped him. You're too fucking ill to lose your virginity today and you know it, I didn't realise you were just as sick in the head as Eleanor! He saved your twin sister from that rapist last night. But he has sat by your bedside all day, looking after you, because he chose you. He loves you, he fought for you! Are you really going to throw him away because you want to possess him just like Eleanor? He doesn’t want that! He rejected her and he will reject you. You ungrateful, selfish bitch!”

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched across her face. The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air, an uncomfortable truth that could no longer be denied. The petite redhead couldn't speak as she turned back to face me. She was sobbing uncontrollably now overwhelmed with grief. The realisation of what her own darkness had achieved. “I thought I was losing you…” she cried.

"I know I let you down, Jessica. I know how disappointed you must be that I chose to… with your Mom…” I couldn't say the words, my own tears were still pouring from my eyes, “...instead of… doing it with you. I tried. I knew you were tired and I took advantage of you while you were sleeping. You must be so angry but please, I don't want to see you fighting each other. I love both of you. I always have. Please don't do this! I don't want you to fall out over me. I'll go! You need to be… together."

“You always choose her though! She's prettier. She's got bigger boobs. She's better at sex and she's having your baby! What chance do I have against all that!"

“Listen to him,” Sophie said softly from behind her, “between the three of us he always makes the most sense. He wasn't made just for us to own and fuck with. He was always destined to heal our family. He fixed my marriage. He gave me the son I've craved for over a decade. He didn't even blame Eleanor for her actions last night. And she saw that. She now knows what we've always known. He is always going to sacrifice himself to save us. Even her. Always. Even now, with us.” Sophie's eyes began to stream. "He wants us to be united. Because of that he is better than us; he will do anything for family! For our family. We have let him and each other down." 

Sophie was always so very intuitive and sat down next to her baby girl. She opened her arms and mother and daughter fell into each other's embrace, finally releasing their emotions and rediscovering their love. I didn't know what to say. Verbalizing how I was feeling would make everything more complicated. Their floodgates had opened and they were consoling each other as I felt my stinging cheek. It would heal too in time. They needed this. After everything we had been through this needed to come out.

Jessica buried her face in Sophie's neck and just started sobbing. A year's worth of doubts and isolation came out all at once. Sophie just held her, gently drawing her fingers through her red hair. I sat back against the headboard, giving them time and space for this private moment. I had no idea what to do but I knew her mother and daughter needed to comfort each other. Both women looked so beautiful, even in their grief. They looked so much alike despite the age gap and the size difference. Even if Ellen and Rachel were in the room with us, the family resemblance between the four of them would be undeniable. No wonder I was equally attracted to them all.

I made a decision, I took a deep breath, unsure of where to begin. I briefly looked at Sophie. Her brilliant blue eyes felt like they were penetrating my soul, seeing me in ways I wasn't even sure I saw myself. I finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Jessica. I shouldn't have disrespected you like that. I love your Mom. I love you too. I know can't be with your Mom. She has your dad and… people wouldn't understand. I choose you. But you need time to recover from everything… so I'll go."

"Don't be silly, you belong here.” Jessica said, pulling herself together and standing up. Her mother rose with her and both faced me at the bottom of the bed. “I was wrong to make demands of you. We all agreed to never cross each other, and it was selfish of me to make you promise to only give me the love that you have always shared so freely and equally between us," Jessica said, holding her Mom's hand.

“I’m sorry, Jess, I shouldn't have let things get so… heated… between your Mom and me. You're poorly. You're not to blame for anything.”

“I shouldn't have hit you. I should never have hurt you. I feel sick to think that I could do that. Jeff, I promise, and I know I need to do better at keeping this promise, to never put so much conflict between us or any other member of my family. I want you to choose me but, right now, I don't deserve you. I played with your emotions. I messed with your head. I gave you reason to doubt me… you should choose my Mom. I interrupted something beautiful. I'll leave you alone with my Mom so you can… comfort her. Choose her.”

“I can't choose, I've never been able to choose.”

“And we weaponise that,” Sophie added, “we use that against you. Twist you to our will. We have seen where this led you with Eleanor, and the despair you felt. I need to tell you something… confess aomething. I chose you to be my baby's father. I took your sperm inside me hoping and praying that you would get me pregnant. My wish was granted. You didn't choose to be a daddy, I deliberately made you into one," she admitted, her voice quivering.

“I wanted to. I didn’t want to become a father with Ellen, we were both too young, but with you… I wanted that bond. Claim you in much the same way as you both seem to want to claim me. I willed my sperm to find your egg. I wanted to father your child, Sophie. I put that baby inside you. You didn’t.”

Instantly, understanding washed over their features. They both clasped each other’s hand tightly. As if they were sharing the truth. Sophie took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m honoured that you chose me. But now choose, Jess," 

“No, choose Mom. She’s prettier… sexier. You admit all the time that she was your dream woman. You masturbated over her! She is taller, has bigger tits and has an amazing body. Just look at us. I can’t compete.”

“Your Mom gave me wet dreams. Even when Ellen inserted herself into my life… I still lusted after your Mom but that’s because I had never really met you, or Rachel! Jessica, you’re petite, cute, with your green eyes and freckles. Your small frame makes you… adorable. I had no idea that I had a thing for redheads; you inspired me! And there are two of you! Rachel is your identical twin! Ellen was beautiful, just like your Mom, tall and willowy. Just a younger version of her. You are all stunning in your own way. You see yourself as so different to them but all I see are the similarities. Maybe that’s why I’m equally attracted to all of you!”

“You are?”  

I nodded, tears still streaming down my face, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm so sorry I make you think you’re not enough. You are gorgeous."

She closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. The room filled with a heavy silence as we processed the magnitude of the situation we had created.

"We will never force you again. We will never possess you. We belong to you from this day forward… but you're meant to be with Jessica. One thing intrigues me though," Sophie whispered, "how are we similar?"

"You have the same features, the same little ears, cute little button noses, the same lips. You’re all redheads although two of you deny it,” I tried to joke with a little laugh, no one laughed with me, "The rest is just about differences in scale; Sophie has the biggest boobs, but Ellens are identical, just a little smaller. Jessica and Rachel have small breasts but you’re the same shape as Ellen’s and Sophie’s… all of you have sensitive tits and you all go insane when I lavish any attention on them.”

This time the two women giggled. Sophie was still nude and Jessica looked over at her mother’s breasts. All four nipples began to swell.

“That’s another thing; You have identical nipples. They are all long, and you’re the only women I know that have ever climaxed through nipple stimulation alone! You’re all the same, with the same peachy asses; Sophie has the biggest, Ellen next then the twins, but they are all the same shape. Trust me, I’ve studied them!"

"All of that might be true, but where does that leave Rachel and me?" Jessica asked, curiously. "Your penis is one size and you’ve been in Mom’s vagina. In fact you fit so well you gave her a baby. You were having sex with Ellen a few weeks after meeting her, she preferred your cock inside her! Jerome had a massive cock but she wanted yours because even though her pussy was smaller, your cock still fit perfectly! I can’t compete! You were fucking my big sister after a few weeks. We’ve been together for a year and I’ve pushed you away every time. Today was supposed to be my turn but Rachel and I have smaller, tighter pussies. You’ll hate having sex with us."

Sophie glanced at her daughter and smiled. "That’s not how a vagina works. Trust me; Ellen and I are going to be envious of yours and Rachel’s tight pussies. Jeff is going to enjoy the snug grip you can give him that I will never be able to match," she said reassuringly.

We all laughed at this and the guilt was replaced by unity. Whatever lay ahead, we would face it together. I let my eyes wander over Jessica’s and Sophie’s bodies as they stood next to each other, comparing them and confirming what I already knew. I was sexually attracted to both of them. Sophie was still naked and my attention was drawn to her full breasts and the gentle curve of her growing bump. As I watched her belly, I imagined my unborn child nestled within, listening to the sound of our voices.

"Sweet little one," I whispered, "I'll protect you. I'll give you the best life I possibly can. You are becoming my reason to be. I'm your daddy but you’ll have another doting father and an adoring mother who will do anything for you. You have two wonderful sisters who will love and protect you. You're going to have the best family surrounding you." Sophie’s tears began to flow, and Jessica’s soon followed. I felt a glimmer of hope and a renewed sense of purpose. "I want to be there when the baby is born."

A smile spread across her face as they both nodded in agreement. "Yes," she smiled, simply.

With a contented sigh, I slipped into her bed, the soft sheets enveloping my tired body.  “You’re similar in one more way,” I said, covering my slick, semi-erect penis with the duvet. Jessica smiled and she shared a look with her Mom.

“What way?” Sophie enquired as they both sat at the edge of the bed.

“You all taste the same. Trust me, your pussies are all the same.”

They giggled again.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jessica said with nothing but love in her gorgeous green eyes. “I know you and Mom are in love… and my Dad loves that you are giving her what she needs… Including my little unborn brother.” 

“She doesn't feel jealous,” Sophie continued, “So you can stop feeling guilty now. My daughter knows I cannot keep you… I have Joseph. The twins have chosen you. They love you, and like me, they know you're in love with BOTH of them too.”

“Jerome’s shadow still haunts you… and me too. I feared losing you to my Mom and panicked when I woke up from the sex dream you gave me! By the way; thank you!” The little redhead laughed, “I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off each other. You were both screaming so loudly… I was intrigued to see what lies in store for me.” She batted her eyelashes and I think my heart exploded.

“You wanted to watch us?” I said softly.

“I had been watching for a few minutes… before you… Anyway, I didn’t want to interrupt. I just wanted to learn what turns my boyfriend on,” Jessica replied.

Her Mom sat up next to me while I explained what had happened while she had been asleep, and how her Mom and I had become something more than just illicit lovers. Sophie told Jessica that she hadn’t been forced to have sex with me, that when the opportunity presented itself she’d seized it with both hands. While her Mom was talking I had acted, automatically, without really realising it, perhaps seeking comfort, or to provide comfort. One of my hands ended up between Sophie's thighs, and I was absentmindedly stroking her pussy. Jessica noticed what I was doing.

“That's real love isn't it? Even without thinking you want to bring my mother pleasure and happiness and the fact that you can do it so openly… I hope we get to that level of trust and devotion to each other.”

Sophie laughed. “Your boyfriend is amazing, Jessica. I love that he feels that he can touch me intimately like this, he’s very good at it! When he first became my lover I told him that from then on my pussy belonged to him, he could do whatever he wanted with it. And he has, boy has he! I’ve enjoyed every minute of it and so will you… when you're rested.”

What happened next was a surprise. “Mom, I’m a virgin, I’ve never seen anything like what you and my boyfriend were doing before I interrupted you. Could you start again, could you show me what it's like to, you know, make love with him?”

Mother and daughter exchanged glances, when I saw her slight nod I stood, drawing her to her feet. “Maybe one day. But you’re still tired so how about just a little taster?” Sophie asked.

She grabbed the duvet and quickly pulled it from me, exposing my naked body as it crumpled onto the floor. Once she was finished she stepped back to let Jess look all she wanted. I watched as Jessica ran her eyes up and down my body, obviously pausing to study my cock and balls. Her eyes widened, when, stimulated by having my girlfriend studying my sexual equipment, my cock became fully erect, pointing at her mother.

Time to come clean. "I don't think I can do this. I feel as uneasy as hell."

"Why not?" Jessica asked. Was she for real?

"Well, for one thing, it's because she's your Mom," I replied, “and I'm deeply in love with you.”

"I know you love me, you love us both, my twin sister too! I'm not asking you to choose between us. I don't want you to leave me, and elope with my Mom or anything. All I wanted to do here is learn from the two people I care about most in the entire world."

"Sex is… intimate… personal.” Sophie interjected, “I love you. We are unconventional… different," she confessed, “but sex isn't wrong. Wanting sex with someone you love is quite normal.” 

"But still..." I protested.

"But nothing!” Jessica said sharply, “Let's put it like this: you are my boyfriend so it's my job to help you be happy. Seeing my Mom so… in love… makes me feel even happier. Seeing the look in your eyes… afterwards. Mom makes you happy. I want that… for us."

Two amazingly hot girls stood in front of me. Sophie had the perfect body, two large sized round breasts decorated with small rosy pink nipples, a mesmerising hourglass body figure, long slender legs with the cutest round ass. Jess had ginger hair, but with the same insanely hot body. Whereas Sophie was naked, Jess was still wearing a short silky spaghetti strapped top that hugged her smaller tits, revealing a tantalizing cleavage and baggy pyjama shorts. They stood there holding hands until her Mom spoke up again. 

"There are, of course, a lot of differences between men and women. One obvious one is that poor Jeff has his sexual arousal immediately visible when he's naked while ours is more hidden. That hardly seems fair; Jessica, I think you need to take off your pyjamas,” Sophie softly instructed her daughter. Jessica looked up at her, confused, “He is comparing us, Cherry Pie. Perhaps we should see if he is right about how similar we are?”

Jessica smiled a happy smile, she released her mother's hand and closed her eyes. The eighteen year old then crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth movement. Then she discarded the unwanted garment on the floor beside her. She opened her eyes for just a moment to look across at me and flash me a shy little smile before closing them and resting back by her sides once again to leave me staring at her naked torso with surprise and pleasure. Yes, we'd been friends for a long time and yes, I'd seen her topless before, but that was alone, in the privacy of our bedrooms. This time the context was sexual and the fact that she was able to be that free in the presence of me and her Mom made me feel good inside. It was exciting and daringly intimate in a strange but nice sort of way.

I was seeing two of the women I adored most in the whole world standing next to each other and I couldn't help but compare them. I was immediately struck by another similarity I had forgotten; their skin was completely identical, pale, almost pure white with the same light scattering of freckles over their noses, shoulders, arms and chests. It was as if they were made out of the same piece of material, the same blueprint. Perhaps they were. Jessica had her mother's figure and complexion, their freckles giving them both a kind of vibrant tone that beautifully set off her ginger locks and the white tuft of hair, just beginning to show. Jessica's breasts were smaller, but almost identical in shape, with well defined dusky pink areoles and suited her build exactly. She was beautiful by any standard, and I suddenly saw in her a very sexually alluring woman.

I watched in delighted amazement as she began comparing herself to her mother too, seeing the same similarities I saw. Sophie smiled, completely at ease with her own nakedness in front of her daughter, as she always had been. Jessica turned and found her mother's eyes open and gazing at her body, a delighted smile on her face. She nodded down to her pyjama bottoms and Jessica immediately hooked her fingers into her waistband and eased them down, lifting first one leg and then the other to remove them, not caring that in doing so she revealed the pale shaven lips of her pussy and the deeper pink of her slit. She was so at ease with herself that she no longer worried about her mother looking at her, they were just two women being naked in each other's company.

I was right. Now side by side their pussies looked identical, well almost, Sophie's still glistened with cum, both hers and mine. But other than that they were anatomically identical. Their skin was so soft and smooth and their pussy lips were thin and hairless. Making things hotter still was the sight of their lush identical triangles of strawberry blonde pubic hair all over their feminine mounds, the ginger curls proving that Sophie was, now undeniably, a natural redhead, not that I ever doubted it. Their pubes were so hot, in fact I found pubic hair on women hot in general. I didn't like the shaved look down there but it did intrigue me that they were both sculpted to the perfect triangle and trimmed to an identical length. It made me think their bodies must have evolved to just be that way; it was in their genes. 

Jessica kicked her shorts from her ankles and this movement caused her labia to spread open, revealing a wonderful pink gash and a slightly stronger smell. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the smell was kind of intoxicating and I saw Sophie notice that familiar tingle in her own pussy as my eyes darted from mother to daughter repeatedly. Sophie had the fuller figure, but I found my eyes lingering on Jessica, her red hair only served to draw my eyes to her bare triangle. Jessica walked over and stood naked beside her Mom and it was undeniable; seeing them both standing naked together, I realised that  mother and daughter were incredibly gorgeous, sexy and indeed identical women.

I think that I sat on the bed staring for a few moments. Finally, Jessica said, "Well, what do you think?"

“You're the same.”

“You're going to need to do better than that, Jeffrey,” Sophie scolded me, “you have two women here who were preparing to fight over you. We need you to help us understand… What do you see in us? Tell us what you see? We need to feel your love.” 

“Okay… so… you both have the most fine, pale skin you can imagine. Not quite translucent, but you can see the veins playing along the insides of her forearms, and trace them all the way back to your heart. You both have the same milky white complexion blanketed with a vast array of beguiling freckles, a teeming infinity of tiny flecks echoing the light orange colour of your silken hair. I find myself staring at your freckles every chance I get. You both have huge adorable eyes; different colours; blue and green, but large and so very reflective. I swear I can see my soul in those eyes sometimes. You have the cutest faces. Your features are subtle. I know that sounds odd, but that is perhaps the only way I can describe it. Your ears are small and sensitive. Your jaws aren't jutting, or weak. But they make the perfect frame for your mouth; not overly full lips, which is odd again. People seem to like full lips on a woman, but yours aren't. Not thin. Not plump but somewhere in-between with ironic dimples at the corner, and they are the most delectable shape. I wanted to kiss them the second I saw them. You have the same cute noses. Most people don't think a nose can be attractive, let alone sexy, but I think yours is. You both have full eyebrows that help define your eyes. Long, flowing thick hair… I have a thing for redheads… even blonde ones.” I chuckled as Sophie and Jessica just stared at me, their mouths hanging open. The same dumbfounded looks upon their faces. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I continued.

“I love long hair on a girl; you even have identical haircuts and identical smiles. You all do this crooked grin thing that drives me crazy. But your hair. I love your hair. It waves just slightly, and completes the shape of your face; a heart. I told you your features were subtle; I suppose your entire face is. There's definitely some genetics going on there because your faces are completely and utterly adorable, beautiful in the most unconventional way… Also… If I close my eyes, drown everything else out, and I can hear your voices. So similar, just different pitches and inflections here and there. Honey like. Not shrill, by any means; okay, maybe sometimes,” I chuckled to myself again, remembering their identical screams of passion. They still stood there, in complete shock and bewilderment.

“Your voices are both so dreamy; I find myself getting lost in your words instead of actually listening. Jessica is so small, she makes you look so much bigger, but really you're just a curvier and taller version of Jessica and Jessica is a slimmer, more athletic version of you. Your pussies are like two perfect slices of cherry pie, perfect triangles that lead to incredible, identical, vulvas. Found on your outer labia are the same wonderful colours of red and pink that reflect your arousal. When you are aroused, your outer folds become swollen and become more vibrant in exactly the same way as the blood flows into your sexual organs. As an artist, I’d say the colours become higher on the tonal scale as you become more aroused, and the longer your arousal, the higher density or higher tone. When your inner labia's begin to come apart, they separate first from the bottom or center. The bottom separating is a prime time and place for a tongue to caress. The colours of your inner labia must be the complete set of pinks, or maybe one colour could be missing. Still, they are the same. All of you. Just the same wetness, pinkness, softness, and the same varying textures and shapes inside. The wetness and aroma of your pussies is so similar too. I try to convince myself they are different, but I know I'm probably wrong and I adore the taste of you both. It fuels something inside of me. The nectar you both produce is so sweet, and mindbogglingly similar. Eating your pussies is the most delicate and fun part of the process of making love to you. You're simply both the prettiest girls I've ever seen. The family resemblance is remarkable and undeniable. You're just the same. You're both selfless and driven, loving and loyal, and you never impose yourselves on anyone. Your beauty is such that women with fuller figures will always be envious. Ethereal. You are like spirits, blown down the wind, pale as moonlight. When either of you choose to wear nothing, you look like something out of a black and white film. Timeless. Gorgeous. Identical.”

I felt uncomfortable as they remained silent. Their mouths still hung open, shocked expressions still on their faces. I sat there, completely naked, on Sophie and Joseph's marital bed, at the mercy of the women who knew my most shameful secrets. Goosebumps formed on my skin as I shivered in the now cold, dark room. My cock was softening again as the humiliation of the situation worried me. I had bared my soul… told them everything. But then I noticed it… now they were matching; mother and daughters both had glistening labia, their arousal beginning to meander down their legs. 

“Jessica…?” Sophie mumbled, “Cherry Pie?”

“Yes Mommy?” Jessica said breathlessly, their eyes still locked on mine.

“Sweetheart… if you ever hurt him again… I'm going to hurt you. If you ever leave him… I'm going to disown you.”

“I understand Mom,” Jessica whispered, her breasts rising and falling rapidly and in syconicity with her mother's, “I will never leave him. I'm in love with him. From the very first moment I saw him. I didn't understand it then. But I understand it now. He loves us more than… anyone. And he chose me.”

“He loves us both, Cherry Pie. We are very lucky…” she said smiling, “and if you don't go over there and kiss him immediately… I'm going to pick you up, throw you out of my bedroom, and Mommy is going to break Daddy's bed before he gets home!”

Jessica giggled, the spell finally broken, "Get ready, I'm going to jump into your arms!"

I gasped as she said this and suddenly felt panicked that I wouldn't be strong enough to hold her but the little redhead gave me no choice as after the next bounce she launched herself into my arms. We ended up in a tangle on the bed and I felt her moist pussy resting against my shaft. If my penis wasn't flaccid, I knew I would be inside her. She leaned her head over toward my face as she hugged me tight, pressing her little titties into my chest and I could smell the musky scent of her sex. I felt the soft touch of her lips as they rested on mine, a gentle kiss followed by slightly more pressure as her tongue ever so slowly separated my lips and entered my mouth. I did not have the willpower or desire to resist her, so I returned her kiss, our kiss, and placed my hands on her naked back. Jessica slowly crawled into her mother and father's bed, slipping under the covers and placing her naked body on top of mine while I wrapped my arms around her. My hands moved from her shoulders down her back to her buttocks which I then caressed, as I felt the movement of muscles under her soft skin. She kissed me again, harder this time and more forceful in her tongue's penetration, and then she whispered, "I'm so sorry Jeff, do you forgive me?"

I could barely manage an audible, "yes" before a soft moan escaped my lips.

"You always know what to do and say… it comes so naturally. You always say the right things. Mom is right. I've been a fool," she said, "I shouldn't have slapped you. I should be thankful that you still want me. You want to be loved. You want to know if we are… all the same. Should I let you find out?"

"I already know," I whispered breathlessly.

“Only that we are the same on the outside…” Our naked bodies clung together frozen until Jessica. began to move slowly, gyrating her hips and grinding her smooth, slick vagina against my hardening penis, with our lips pressed together and our tongues searching and darting in each other's mouth. 

“I have to admit, we are more similar than dissimilar!” Sophie chuckled from beside us, “and I think it's fairly obvious, what Jeff wants, his Cherry Pie…” she said with her own giggle, “He wants a slice of your cherry pie.”

"He finds us equally attractive. As he said he did…" Jessica sighed sleepily as we snuggled under the duvet.

“I'm sorry Jessica… but Jeff won't take your virginity tonight. You’re still too tired. There's always tomorrow.”

“I know… I know that my first time is just as important to him as it is to me. He will make it special. I can wait… but not too much longer,” Jessica said dreamily, “is tomorrow long enough?”

“I can wait, Cherry Pie,” I laughed.

Jessica rolled over and started to hug me. I jerked my hips back so that my dick wouldn't rub against her bare skin.

"Don't worry about that silly," Jessica said as she put a hand on my bare ass and pulled me to her. I tentatively put my arms around her and held her hot, naked flesh against me. My semi-erect penis flopping between our legs. 

“I'm sorry, Mom. I know I shouldn't have made him make that promise. Jeff? I keep making the same mistake, doubting your love, and I hit you so hard that I can still see my handprint on your cheek. Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, it will fade before Rachel returns home. No one needs to know,” I reassured her.

“I'll tell her! I tell her everything, no secrets. She needs to realise how fragile you and how precious our relationship is. My twin sister faced down Jerome for me, then she gave you to me, sacrificing her own love for you. Less than a day later… I nearly threw it all away.” She shuddered, her green eyes becoming glassy,  If I do anything like this again… I want you to leave me and go to her. I mean it this time; I will never hurt you. I've learned my lesson the hard way. I don't like who I become when I'm jealous…”

“You're not the only one who doesn't handle jealousy well. I did unspeakable things because I was jealous of Ellen and Jerome. I have a darkness inside of me–”

“No you don't, Jeff! Not a darkness. You have a passion inside you. And a desperate need to see that the right thing is done.” Sophie sat on the edge of her bed beside us, “You just sang our praises but you are so loyal and altruistic. Compassionate, empathetic and understanding, always ready to provide support and assistance to those in need. And you're so generous, fair and faithful. You fight for the right reasons because your heart is full of love… for us all. And you do all of this without expecting anything in return.”

“And you're the sexiest man alive!” Jessica said as she forced her lips back onto mine. I felt my penis lurch between us. “I better go… before I drive you insane.”

“I'm sorry, Jessica, I promise you… when we are both ready…”

“It will be special. I'll make it just as special for you.” She said as she climbed out of bed to stand beside her Mom.

“Anyway, I think I've had enough sex to last a lifetime!” I chuckled.

“Mom? Rachel and Dad won't be back for maybe an hour… so I want to hear the familiar creak of this bed when I lie in my room… like the old days,” she gave a little giggle.

“Why don't you stay, Cherry Pie?” I was stunned by Sophie's suggestion, “You'll feel more… involved… and you'll see how two people in love have sex together.”

“Sophie!” I exclaimed loudly, trying to vocalise my concern without letting either of these two women down, “that’s… too much!”

“I know…” Sophie looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow, “She’s not ready for sex tonight, but I am.”

“I’m not hard–”

Jessica, giggling like a schoolgirl, immediately wrestled me down onto her mother and father's bed. Lying on her stomach, the little redhead sat up on her elbows with my flaccid cock in her face. At this angle, it loomed over her like a tree trunk. She looked up at me and moved her hand to my prick. When she grasped it at the base, I swallowed hard and my cock swelled in her hand. Jessica began to examine it. Her face was literally four inches from my stiffening penis.

"Now it's looking better, but it still isn’t ready,” Sophie whispered as she looked on in awe.

“I know what to do, Mom," Jessica furrowed her brow and looked up at me.

"Not now Jess. Tomorrow… Let’s… let’s do it tomorrow?" I stammered, not sure I was ready to have my girlfriend perform in front of her mother.

"Well, let me see." Jessica licked an index finger and smoothed her saliva over my foreskin. My cock throbbed in response, growing harder at her touch. She repeated this action and my foreskin began to peel back. "Look Mom, I just need to touch it. It’s like I have a magic touch. He can’t hide the way he feels about me and it makes me tingle inside."

Before Sophie could respond, Jessica stuck her tongue out and gave the side of my trunk-like shaft a wet lick. She could feel my body jump slightly. I was not expecting that. I looked at Sophie and she just looked at us with a look of amusement on her face. Jessica watched a clear bead of precum ooze from my tip and run in a thin line down the barrel of my throbbing penis.

"See, you do want this? That's how your body prepares for sex. If I can see pre-cum I’m doing something right,” then Jessica began using her tongue and lips to wet cock head, wriggling it under my foreskin. 

I was speechless. Jessica's Mom was watching her daughter licking and slathering her saliva all around my rock-hard shaft and I didn't want to say or do anything that would cause her to stop. It was true, Jessica had learned the art of giving me a good blow job not long after we met. She was always an enthusiastic cock sucker but she seemed even more motivated to perform oral sex on me under her mothers analytical gaze. She let her voice hum and moan ever so softly as she wrapped her tongue sideways around my cock. Her head moved as she tongued her way up and down the entire length of my manhood, coating it with her spit. She knew that a slippery cock would be easier to swallow. After moving her mouth all over my length, she repositioned herself so she could take my manhood fully into her mouth. Jessica made a show of planting a full, wet kiss on my cock head. She tasted his precum on her lips, then allowed her lips to part around my thick, stiff tip. She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go before moving down on my manhood. She felt the side of her lips stretch to the cracking point as her mouth accepted the fat muscle. "Hmmm." She opened her throat and took a deep breath in through her nose before forcing herself down and allowing me to penetrate deeper into her throat. Once she established a half-way point, and she knew her limits, she repeated the action only faster and smoother. Now she was fucking about half of her my cock with her mouth. She swirled her tongue as she continued to bob.

"Oh, fuck, Jess! Oh my God!" I repeated to vocalize my shock and praise of his new appreciation of my girlfriend’s skills as I shoved my cock up to her face where she met my thrusts eagerly. "You're driving me crazy!"

To be honest I was surprised I hadn't cum yet. If this was my first session of the day, I wouldn't have lasted five seconds in Jessica's hot little mouth. She was quite the eager cocksucker. After a few minutes of wet slurping and head bobbing, the thickness of my cock began to take its toll. Jessica's jaw was stretched wide open and by the five-minute mark, it began to ache. It became very important for either me to cum, or for her to stop. She stopped.

“There you go Mom, he said he wasn't hard. He is now…” Jessica swallowed hard, and then blushed as she forced her eyes away. I looked at Sophie, and she smiled back and winked. Now it was obviously time for the rest of the lesson, and Jessica was right; I was more than ready. 

Jessica's Mom moved to the bed, lay down, and, after placing a pillow under her hips, opened her legs for me. I climbed up the bed beside her, feeling Jessica’s eyes following me the whole way. Now it was time to show her what she had interrupted, what she wanted to see, her mother and boyfriend making love. Her Mom and I were obviously turned on by the thought of having an audience to our lovemaking. As I moved up to mount Sophie, I was drawn to her pussy. Her pheromones always seemed to work their magic and I needed to lick the pussy I had inseminated. 

"Now, for your first time, we don't expect you to do what we are going to do.” Sophie commented as I positioned myself between her mothers legs, “You have to improvise but you are going to need to be really horny when he pops your cherry. That's why he is going down on me. If you want to be a great lover, you'll make him do this every time to get you wet!"

On the bed, Sophie’s sex made contact with my lips and she relaxed back onto a pillow as I began to give her an extended session of foreplay, her gasps and cries of pleasure let our audience know how good it felt. Spreading her legs wide, she let me know where she wanted my mouth to go, and my lips were quickly pressed against her mother's pink center, my hot breath and sweeping tongue working over her soaking pussy. I peeked at our voyeur, and noticed Jessica had her hand over her own puffy labia. Sophie saw her too and that pushed her over the edge instantly. As my tongue swept over her twitching clit, over and over, I felt her juices gush, the spasms starting down deep, and the pregnant mother let out a wail of pleasure as she came, her orgasm rocking her body, making her shake and shudder with pleasure as that wave engulfed her. Her pussy was in perfect view, just behind my throbbing cock, and, as I saw streams of her arousal running down her thighs my cock lurched in appreciation.

"When the man has made his woman cum, her vagina will be soft, sensitive and slippery, ready to accept his hard penis..." Sophie breathed. As I kept my eyes on that dripping pussy the married mother moved her hand and started swirling her finger around her own clit, mirroring her daughter's actions. "Uhhhnn..." She moaned. "That's so much better..."

I wouldn't have been able to argue had I the faculties, or desire, to respond. She began to rock her hips on her finger as she moved faster. Almost imperceptibly, she slid closer, and I felt our legs begin to intertwine. It felt fucking amazing as our sexes once again began to line up for penetration.

"Oh, yeah..." she exhaled. "Jessica? Do you see how the two lovers are drawn to each other? How our sex organs simply want to slot together? If you're ready for sex… tell him… use your words… primal words. Speak from your soul.”

“Fuck her, Jeff,” came Jessica's whispered voice, “Fuck my mother…”

“Yes… Fuck me..." I looked up at Jessica, and she was staring at me through hooded eyes. Her fingers a blur. “...he needs to be as hard for the easiest penetration. Your hymen will feel increasing pressure he applies to it and eventually his steel manhood will tear through it and claim your womanhood. It will hurt… but only for a second. Then everything will be different from that moment forwards… in so many ways. Does he look hard enough?”

"Yes, Mom..." my girlfriend whispered. I shuddered. 

"Then please Jeff, I know this is unusual. But I don't want you to think that it's wrong. We are lovers… you and Jess are going to become so much more and it's right that you feel conflicted. A strong woman needs to show her love, even to her children. I won't hide my feelings for you. I want to show my love to you, and share that experience with Jessica. It's unconventional but that's all. Our sex is a wonderful thing. She knows what we are to each other–”

“And I accept it. I'm still a virgin because you saved me… and my sister. If we never met… Jerome would have raped us both by now and Ellen would relished in our corruption. You love Mom… make love to her? For me?”

I gulped. I was shaking as I held myself above her pregnant form. She looked gorgeous but I was still in two minds about performing in front of my girlfriend in her father's bed.

“Please, Jeff. Fuck me?”

I held myself still, poised above her, not moving… so she began to move beneath me. "Oh, Sophie..." I managed and I started to rock my hips with her, sliding our legs together more. The contact felt sublime. But then, I felt some additional warmth as she pressed her vulva against my erection. Her back was arched, head laid back on the pillow, and in this position her already prominent breasts took on new significance. She was breathing hard, and her boobs were heaving right in front of my face. Almost in a trance I felt my lips approach their inch long rubbery target. A few moments later I latched on to her nipple, suckling like I was a baby. As her own baby girl looked on in awe. As I sucked on her mother's larger tits her head began looking back and forth on the pillow. She was moaning loudly. I hooked my arms under her knees, lifting her hips up level with my pulsing penis. Her shoulders were now resting on the bed, her back curved, presenting her pussy to me as I held her up. Sophie looked into my eyes and I felt my resistance dissolve into those deep blue soul catchers. Our heads instinctively moved towards each other and we kissed. Each touch on her lips sent her into shivers and she began to kiss me back, sucking on my lips, licking her own juices from my face and moaning commands and pleas as she writhed beneath me. Belly to belly, I felt her sex under my cock and pushed. It bumped along her mound and between her puffy labia.

“I'm ready… show her…” Sophie gasped.

“Show me…” her daughter urged from the other side of the bed.

I pressed my hips forward and my cock began it's slippery journey into her pink depths. Hotter and wetter than her mouth, her vagina engulfed my penis. I penetrated her slowly, emulating how it would be with her virgin daughter, drawing out my descent to at least thirty seconds. I stopped when are pubic hair tangled and my balls were resting against her. Sophie responded by pulling me gently down onto her and her baby bump, biting at my ear and neck. Starting with some slow half thrusts, we quickly fell into rhythm meeting each other's bodies with force and pressure. Time seemed to embrace us as we became one. I reached down to find her thighs and the back of her knees to raise her legs up and around me. Right leg over the shoulder, then left, she opened even wider for me to pump in and out. It was pure bliss lubricating her as she took the full length of my cock over and over again."Oh... Oh… you were right, Jessica. He fits me so well. But your vagina will take his full length too. You’ll be tighter… he will find more pleasure… inside you…" she panted, clutching me with her muscular sex. "Now fuck me with that thing. Show my daughter how you made her little brother."I began to pound my cock into her warm wetness. Her boobs began to bounce and swing with each thrust. It didn't take long for her to acquire the pre-orgasmic glow, and a few strokes later, her legs clamped around me again. So did her pussy. If my dick had been coal, it might have come out a diamond. As soon as she relaxed her grip, I resumed fucking, and she clamped again. When she relaxed this time, I pulled out and rolled us over. She loved riding me and Jessica would be treating tongue site of her mother's naked flesh jiggling as she fucked me.

"When you're on top…” Sophie panted her instruction to her daughter, “you are in control. Some men love this. Jeff does… he finds the view… very stimulating. Are you ready for me, Daddy?" She moaned into me, teasing me.

I stared up at her, only vaguely apprehensive now about this position we were in. She was right, she looked so fucking good above me, her chest heaved with her heavy breathing, her swollen pussy fully exposed as her fingers were a blur on her clit as she masturbated herself over me. Then she let out a very long guttural moan as she shot back suddenly, seemingly shouting at the ceiling as she was overcome with an apparently huge orgasm. I felt a sudden rush of warmth as she came hard, and I exhaled a long moan of my own. It was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen! 

“After orgasm… you'll be softer… more able to take his penis fully inside your vagina, then you fuck him hard!”

Quite suddenly, before I realised what was happening, I felt a sliding sensation on my tip like something wet brushed over it. Sophie was now leaning fully over me, straddling me, with my cock right at her entrance. All three of us were breathing heavily, and both women were staring hard at my cock as it pointed upwards towards the prize. Sophie's right hand left his wrist and moved between her legs to grasp my rigid cock. Her small fingers didn't fit around it, but she moved it into position, the head just poking into her pink folds. I moaned as I felt my manhood press against her hot flesh and my married lover whimpered as she lowered herself, slowly pushing my long, thick maleness all the way inside her throbbing womanhood. Jessica could see me penetrate deeper and deeper inside her mother's steaming sheath as she mounted me. Part of her mind seemed detached from what was happening in front of her. Perhaps a wave of shame or embarrassment had come over her as she realised that she was willingly giving her man's penis to the woman who had given birth to her. But those emotions must have been fleeting as her expression changed, the wave vanished as my cock filled her Mom’s pussy with my manhood, as though my rock hard shaft were physically pushing any inappropriateness out of the situation.

"Now the copulation can truly begin..." She whispered, and I saw bright spots in my eyes as she sank down on my cock, sliding me all the way into her pussy in long, slow strokes.

"Oh my god...!" I half yelled, half moaned, "Fuuuuck...!"

Jessica’s mother stared at her daughter. Her boyfriend's cock was buried inside her, it had already spurted its life giving seed into her fertile body and we all knew she was going to fuck me until it did so again. 

“Get used to him being inside you…” Sophie gasped, “Let him fill you completely then hold him inside your vagina. Feel him. Learn his size… his shape… you have become one.” Then Sophie lifted her up until my length slid out of her again, the swollen head of my cock remaining poised just outside her throbbing pussy, "This is where the pleasure… begins. Let me… show you. Oh–!"

I felt Sophie's pussy spasm uncontrollably as my cock bottomed out against her cervix, sending her into another intense orgasm. Her daughter witnessed her climax and smiled as she paused strumming against her clitoris, “Are you going to fuck him now?”

“Yes… starting slowly but picking up speed…” Sophie replied. My mature lover began raising and lowering her hips, slowly at first and then faster. As I leaned forward to kiss her, my shaft continued to piston in and out of her tight pussy. Over and over again, she lifted her up and then descended roughly against my hips and fucked me deep into her womb. Sophie's hands had moved to grip my biceps; her fingernails digging into my skin as my long, thick cock fucked her relentlessly. I slid my head down as I ran my hands up her sides. I filled my hands with her beautiful bouncing breasts, letting them overfill my hands, kneading them firmly, not able to get enough of them. They were just so perfect. I moved my face down and attached my mouth to her throbbing right nipple, surrounding it, sucking on the hardened nub, sliding my tongue against it. I flicked my tongue against the rubbery cap as my mouth feasted on her nipple and the surrounding breast flesh, taking as much as I could into my eager mouth. As I did, I just kept squeezing and squeezing, feeling their softness and wondering how long it would be before she began lactating.

“Watch how your lover shows his true feelings… this is not just a fuck… he wants to make every touch mean something… he wants to extend the pleasure he is feeling to you. This is what sets your boyfriend apart.”

“It makes him special…” Jessica whispered, returning her fingers to her slit.

I was fully immersed in the lusty delights of her mother's hot body. My mouth on her nipples, my hands and face against her soft tits. And my cock, almost numb from the nearly overwhelming pleasure of her tight, gripping cunt as she built to a pace of our sexual intercourse. I had never felt this level of pleasure before. This was on a whole new plane of physical bliss, bringing out things in my own body that I didn't know I had. My cock was throbbing, though my endurance was holding up. Her sweet pussy was keeping me on edge but I was holding out from going over. Just barely.

"Oh my God, you're amazing," Jessica sighed. "I knew you would be." she whispered in my ear, kissing my ear. I couldn't reply, my mouth being full of her mothers nipple at the time. 

I released her bouncing nipple I licked my way to her neck, grunting and groaning softly into her ear as my meat slammed into her increasingly well fucked pussy. "Ooooohhhhh... fuck!" I grunted out loudly. I gulped down some breaths as I looked forward to Sophie, and she looked down at me. For a few moments, it was simply silence, our gaze holding, communicating the truth to each other, communicating the pleasure we were both feeling. Her blue eyes twinkled at mine as she chewed her lip softly. She looked so gorgeous, so angelic, but the way this contrasted with her voluptuous body and with what we were doing in front of her youngest daughter sent a surge of violent lust through me. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to make the married woman scream and moan in pleasure. I wanted to make her cum, and I wanted to cum inside her. I wanted to cum inside my own girlfriend’s mother’s tight, wet pussy. This is what she had driven me to. She could sense this change in me and let her cute expression transform into a lustful sneer. At this same moment, her pussy squeezed at my throbbing cock, causing my head to roll back against the pillow.

“Did you see that, Jessica, without saying a word… he said everything and more…”

“He looks at me that way…” Jess whispered.

“I know…”

Sophie ground her pussy around my dick, flexing her ass as she drove her hips down into me. She wrapped her hands around my neck, gripping onto me as she began to bounce.

"Ugh... fuck, Sophie!" I said through gritted teeth, trying to stifle the pleasure and not lose control too quickly. I rested my hands on her hips as she began to ride the entirety of my turgid shaft. She switched off between bouncing her entire body and simply bouncing her ass, smoothly taking all of my manhood in and out of her. "It’s too fucking good!" I grunted out, my body tensed.

"I love hearing you curse... it's so fucking hot." she panted out, her amazing body bouncing on mine. "I always knew you were a beast, Daddy!" she said with a lustful pride. 

"I knew you were an animal.” Jessica continued, “You always acted so normal, so fucking good... and perfect... and sexy... but you had to have some flaw. Fuck yes! Nobody's perfect. Some guys gamble, some drink, and you... you fantasize about being balls deep inside my mother, and my sisters. Just in case I wasn’t clear… you most certainly do have permission to cum inside my mother.”

Her mother fucked me, her pace slow and firm as she waited for my reply. I didn't disappoint her, "This is so wrong. I'm so fucked up. This is bad… You're right. I'm a mother fucker." I told her through clenched teeth.

"AHHH! Fuck!" Sophie moaned, bouncing faster. "Say it again, Daddy!"

"I'm a cheat! I'm a bad unfaithful boyfriend. I’m a sick minded mother fucker!" I repeated, using my hands to drive her down onto me. It felt so fucking good.

Sophie moaned out loud with me as I filled her. I couldn't have stopped her then even if I wanted to at that moment. Our sex felt more amazing than I could have imagined. Her pussy squeezed me and pulled me deeper, and it felt as if her cunt had been made specifically to draw every bit of cum from my body… I suppose that was partially true. She started rocking her hips, driving me back and forth deep inside her, and the sensations were mind-blowing. Whether it was the prolonged tension, the endless teasing, the slow build to this moment… hell, the mix of everything! I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh, yes… you're getting close now, aren't you baby?" Sophie breathed. "Yeah… Jessica? When you feel him get harder inside you… tense up… just keep fucking...!" She leaned into me as she almost whined the last part, and leaned in to run her tongue over my lips. 

I moaned out loud… she was making my head swim. I couldn't even fully process what was happening. I was so far gone, and I felt my orgasm start to rise with unbelievable intensity as I felt the expecting mother shudder over me. "FUCK… yesss..." she almost whined. "Now cum inside me…" I was at the very edge, nothing would stop the momentum hurtling me over, then she turned to her daughter, still propped up against the pillows beside us. “This will be how he gets you pregnant, Jessica.”

"Oh my God! He will!" Jessica moaned, almost violently. And before I knew it, her lips jumped to mine, kissing me savagely. Eventually I ended up on my back as her mother continued to grind on top of me, the sweat on our chests mixing as made out, her tongue mashing into mine as she forced it in my mouth. Finally, she sat up straight, as her mother slid her hands to my chest as she began to bounce again.

I began to drive up into her, making her squeal loudly. "Uh... uh... fuck... Daddy, make me cum... and I'll give you whatever you want! I'll fuck you every day... shit yes... every fucking day. I'll give you my married pussy, my mouth and my ass whenever you want them! I'll let you fuck all my daughters! Please! Just make me cum! Cum inside me! I need your cum, Daddy! I need it so bad! You have no idea how badly I want you to cum! So do it, Daddy! Cum in my pussy! Then take my daughter's virginity!" she demanded loudly.

"Yes, I want to fuck him just like that!" Jessica demanded as her own orgasm approached.

"Tell me!" Sophie gasped. "Do you love her? Do you want her? Do you want us both? Tell me what you want!"

"I love Jessica. I want to cum in your daughter's tight little pussy! I want to fill her pussy with my thick cum! I want to fill her hot, teenage womb with my sperm!" I began, feeling myself turn the corner, sensing she was on the edge as well. She needed one more push, as did I. "I want to make you cum on my hard cock! I want to cum inside your daughter! I want to make her pregnant!" I screamed out. I had no idea where that last demand came from, but the filth of the words hit us at the same time. And in that moment of realization, the world exploded in wicked pleasure.

"Motther fuckaaaAAAHHHHhhhhhuuuu!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" I grunted, sounding more beast than man. At the same moment that my balls finally exploded inside my girlfriend's mother, her cunt locked around all eight inches of my cock as she met my orgasm with her own.

"YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!" Jessica screamed.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" I groaned. Jet after jet of cum erupted from my cock deep into the warm confines of Sophie's silky vagina. Streams of thick, sticky cum painted the inside of my lover's unprotected pussy, my balls exploding with a satisfaction I didn't know possible.

"I feel it! I feel it!" she gasped, her vagina flexing around me, her hips driving her ass down into me.

I cried out, my eyes closed, the pleasure too great to bear. My cock kept firing rockets of heavy cum deep inside her, filling up her sweet, pregnant body. One last flexing wave of pleasure hit me, a final stream of cum firing from deep in my balls to the inside of her welcoming womb. My back flexed, my body tensed and all air left my lungs. I flew over the edge, flung hard into the immense precipice of the most physically devastating climax I'd ever experienced... It was almost painful as the orgasmic waves absolutely tore through me; it felt like Sophie’s pussy was literally pulling the cum from my body, and it took me a moment to realise that the loud echoes in my ear were my own screams of ecstasy. In that moment, I could feel nothing else. She drew my essence from me like a soul from a body by the hand of death itself. Vaguely I heard Jessica's screams as she also crashed hard into her own fingered orgasm while rope after rope of cum erupted from me and splashed into her mother's spasming pussy. I filled her again and again and again as I felt her warm nectar wash over my abdomen.

At last, my body relaxed, and I gasped in a breath of heated air. My eyes were closed as I panted, feeling Sophie collapse on top of me, gasping like me as she left that same plateau of pleasure. Jessica was twitching alongside me, her free arm gripping me tightly to her as she spasmed in the aftershocks of her release. I think we all passed out for a while, for how long, I don't know. It could have been an hour, it could have been minutes. But when I came to, Jessica was curled up next to me, her breasts against my side as she caressed my chest with her dainty hand. I looked over at her and she smiled at me confidently, almost smugly. 

She was clearly exhausted but managed to whisper, "That’s how I want it to be… with us… Give me all of you… and I will give you all of me… forever and a day."

For a moment, I was floating, floating on a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Something I had never experienced before. But something they were able to give to me… together… And for that, I would be forever grateful. I watched as Jessica's eyes fluttered closed and she drifted into a deep sleep beside me. I looked up at Sophie, who was draped on top of me. We were staring at each other and gasping for air as we regained some semblance of our faculties. I felt her trembling in the afterglow of our sex and I pulled her tighter against me, my semi-erect penis still held fast within her quivering vagina. What the fuck had I just done? I couldn't even begin to process… I didn't want to process...

"Oh… my… fucking… god..." Sophie exhaled between gasps, “You keep on surpassing yourself!”

I didn't know what to do or think and my nextdoor neighbour gently played with my chest hair as I tried to calm down. She was still shuddering, but managed to sit up keeping my overworked cock lovingly lodged in her pussy, still surprisingly hard, and undoubtedly holding back what felt like a gallon of our collective fluids.

"Oh, shit..." What the fuck did I do in front of my girlfriend!? What the fuck had I just let happen… fuck that was amazing… Sophie let out another soft moan and squeezed me inside her as she looked down at me. "Oh my god...!" I groaned. The gravity of what just happened really started to sink in. "You… oh, fuck..."

Sophie just smiled.

"I can't believe you did that..." I put my hands to my face. "I can't believe I did that!"

She said nothing, but I felt her pussy squeeze me again.

"Sophie!" Panic suddenly gripping me. "Oh my god, I just came inside you and Jessica… she was right there!"

She started to laugh, but realising I was really starting to freak out she tried to calm me down… "Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's ok..." She said calmly, putting her hand on my chest. My heart was pounding...

"How is it fucking ok?" I said as I dropped my hands from my face. My anger starting to mix with my fear… how the fuck did I let this happen? Jesus Christ, I had a girlfriend waiting for her first time and I just had unprotected sex with her mother, the last person who I should have done that with.

"Listen to me..." She said, her voice raising. "You don't have to worry; I can't get any more pregnant than I am now."

"That's not the problem!"

She smiled, rolling her eyes. "Jessica wanted to watch us. Jessica asked me to make love to you. She wants to get it right when it's her turn to fuck, you set yourself a high bench mark!" She added with a wink. "I just wanted our coupling to be hot and informative… for all of us." The married woman smiled at me and rocked her hips, and I could feel myself slide inside her. It felt incredible as I was still sensitive, and, god, somehow I was still fucking hard! "The things you said… when you were comparing us… I hope you know you sealed your doom with those words. We are going to love you forever. And Jessica was right, your body really does give your true feelings away. Mmmm..." She sighed. "Feels like it's ready to go again!" I collapsed onto the pillow and closed my eyes."I can't believe we are going to make this work. Oh my God," she said excitedly. She squeezed at my sweaty chest lustfully. "You have no idea how lucky I feel."

"I am sick. Is Jessica okay?" I asked, looking at the beautiful redhead, clearly unconscious and lying next to us on the bed.

“I think we might have exhausted the poor thing,” she said, stroking her daughter’s long red hair. Jessica stirred but snuggled into the duvet in a blissful state of exhaustion. "She will need her beauty sleep… if tomorrow is going to be her big day," Sophie stated, leaning up slightly, resting on her elbow. "Thank you for giving her a second chance. How's your cheek?”

“It's okay,” I mumbled as she reached up to caress it. To be honest I had forgotten her daughter's hand print had left its mark there.

“She was fueled by her emotions. I've never seen her like that… it's a testament to how much you must actually mean to her. She needed to see sense and you helped her get there. She thought she was second best but, with your honesty and beautiful words, you showed her your love… for all of us. She was jealous of me but I'm envious of her… she's gets you. She gets lucky."

“I can't keep doing this though,” I said, “I can't… keep everyone happy. Not like this.”

“Not at the same time,” Sophie laughed, “but I'm glad we got to show her. Maybe one day… she can show me?” I looked up at her, a pregnant pause between us. Finally, I smiled.

"Tomorrow is going to kill me! It's… a huge responsibility." 

“That’s so sweet! Do you realise that you're feeling stressed because of how strong your feelings are for my daughter? You want to make her first time special… I understand. You truly are the perfect boyfriend. Most eighteen-year-old’s wouldn't even consider the needs of their virgin girlfriends. It doesn't need to be tomorrow. Jessica is impatient but I trust you to find the right place… then right time… tomorrow, next week or next month, it doesn't matter when. You both need to be ready. Jessica thinks she is. I'm not so sure you are.”

“Who? Me?”

“Jessica may not see it, but I do, you still need time to heal.”

“I keep seeing… Ellen…”

“I know,” Sophie sighed, then smiled, “it's my job to help you. I might as well get started.”

Just then my girlfriend's mother pushed herself up and reached down and grabbed a hold of my wrists. Slowly, Sophie pulled me up until her breasts were right in front of my face. I could feel breathing on my face as she continued to guide my hands up to her golden globes. My hands began to tremble as my fingers were about to touch her soft breasts.

"It's okay daddy," Sophie whispered to me as she looked down into my eyes, “I will fix you.”

"But Sophie we shouldn't," I said as she drew my hands near enough to feel her body warmth.

"Go ahead Jeff, touch them," Soohie moaned as she placed her breasts in the palms of my hands.

"Oh God," we both moaned simultaneously as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed, causing my hands to grip my neighbour's breasts.

Soohie raised her hands to my face and cupped my stinging cheek as she slowly began to guide my face to her beautiful tits. Using my thumb I began to press on her nipples and work circles around her areolas causing her to cry out in passion.

"Oh yes daddy," my mature lover cried out as she pulled my face into her bosom.

She pulled me down to me and buried my head in between her breasts. I didn't resist. First I just breathed in the scent of her creamy skin, savouring the smell of her vanilla body wash as she held me, with my face in her cleavage as she used her arms to press her breasts together. I still had my hands on her breasts, cupping them as I began to gently kiss her mounds. The soft flesh of Sophie's breasts and the feel of her body heat felt so inviting as I kissed my way closer to her nipple.

"Oh suck my nipples Daddy," Sophie panted as I slid my tongue over her areola and across her nipple.

Sophie let out a squeal as I placed my lips over her taught bud and sucked. Her nipple stiffened even more against my tongue as I rapidly flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud. I bit lightly on her nipple causing her to scream as she wrapped her legs around me tightly.

"Oh Daddy, don't stop," Sophie moaned as she finally removed her hands from my face. I removed my mouth from her saliva coated nipple and pushed both of her soft perky breasts together until both of her nipples were touching.

"Please Daddy," Sophie begged as I looked into her lust crazed eyes. "Your touch is exquisite. You know my breasts are so sensitive…" she moaned as she leaned her head back in ecstasy. Her nipples looked incredible as they were touching themselves. I lowered my mouth to her breasts, sucking both nipples into my mouth at once. "Holy fuck," Sophie moaned as I sucked and licked both of her nipples at the same time. "Jeff… oh… wow." She gasped. 

I smiled against her flesh, and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned over my face. I switched sides, pulling hard on the other delicate nipple, this time nibbling a little as I sucked. I could feel her shudder, all down her back. I played my fingers along her ribcage and spine, teasing her muscles, rubbing gently, massaging, until I got to her hips. I held her up a bit, away from my body, and teased her more. I took the other nipple in my mouth and bit down gently, swiping the edge with my tongue. She cried out, breathing hard. I nibbled and bit at her nipples over and over, scraping my teeth against the tips, until she was gasping and panting, arching her back, offering even more to me. I switched tactics and gently laved the other turgid point, flattening my tongue against it, as I pulled her hips down against mine, letting her feel my desire for her as my penis slowly recovered and began to harden once more.

"I can feel you, Jeff," she whispered. "I can feel how much you want me." I bit down hard, sucking, swallowing half her swollen breast into my mouth. "Jeff… please… Your body needs me too. Do you feel it? Are you ready for me?" She asked while I was sucking her other nipple. "Yes… ohh… I feel so hot. You know exactly how to touch me… how to touch us..." She arched into my mouth. I pulled my head away. Her breasts glistened from my tongue, the nipples swollen and hard, begging to be touched again.

I circled the other areola with the same deliberate slowness. Sophie gasped and rocked her hips hard against my length, making me groan. I slowed her movements with my hands, taking control before I lost mine. I smiled, slowly, teasing her. Teasing us both. The pressure against my cock was heavenly torture.

"Fuck, Jeff… I… please… it hurts..." She was shuddering, gasping, "I ache for you!" 

I deliberately started sucking a nipple hard. She shuddered.

"Like your daughters…” I began between mouthfuls, “...your tits can make you climax on their own." I said hotly against her nipple. I pulled the tight bud into my mouth and sucked hard, working the nipple with my teeth and tongue, and ground our hips together. She shuddered above me, and cried out. I let the nipple go with a loud pop and grabbed the other with my teeth. I stabbed the tip repeatedly with my tongue, sucking the swollen nipple as hard as I could, and bit down gently. She slammed her hips into mine, and screamed, shuddering hard and came with a gush I could feel soaking my pubic bush. She moaned repeatedly, shaking, as I continued to suck and tease her nipples gently. I rocked her hips back and forth, feeling her shuddering against me. I nearly came myself.

"Oh, my God. Jeff. You always instinctively know exactly what to do." She gasped, and fell against me, pushing me flat onto the bed. 

Her hardened nipples rubbed against my chest as her youngest daughter slept soundly alongside us. We were both gasping, her in relief, me for control. I was about to burst when Sophie slid her body up onto mine as we made out again. Sophie inched forward on her knees until her crotch was poised above my upthrust erection. She smiled down at me and grasped my prick in her hand, rubbing its engorged head up and down through the moist, slippery folds of her vulva. Inserting the smooth, purple knob into her tight little vaginal opening, she pushed downward. My cock slid smoothly and easily up into Sophie's tight, but well-lubricated vaginal passageway.

"Ohhhhhh, yes..." she moaned with delight as she felt that shaft of hot, solid flesh slide through her tight little opening and plunged its smooth, rubbery head into the deepest recesses of her smoldering pussy. She cried out in ecstasy as the pent up sexual tension in her loins instantly exploded, sending waves of pleasure racing through her body, overwhelming her with the intensity of her orgasm. After a few moments of motionless bliss, Sophie began bouncing up and down, once again driving my rigid penis in and out of her spasming vagina.

I lay there next to Jessica, leaning back on his elbows and gazing up at Sophie as she bounced and swayed astride my loins, sliding my stiff dick in and out of her warm, wet vagina. I was entranced by the breathtaking sight of this beautiful woman's pregnant body, in the pale, silvery moonlight, writhing in ecstasy, impaled upon the rigid prong of my erect penis.

"Oooooooooh..." Sophie moaned as her orgasm peaked and her furious pounding began to slow until she just squirmed her ass against my thighs, grinding my hard cock around inside her still gently spasming vagina. Her head was thrown back and rolling from side to side, her long, damp hair swinging to and fro behind her. Her back was arched, supporting herself with her hands on my knees behind her, with her pert titties pointed upward.

I sat up and laid my hands on Sophie's slender thighs, slowly sliding them upward along her smooth, sleek flanks and across her curved baby bump to cup them around the firm mounds of her breasts. As I gently squeezed and fondled her titties, I rolled her taut nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Aaaaaaah..." Sophie sighed contentedly as her orgasm ebbed. She raised her head and gazed down along her arched body, smiling with delight as she watched me fondle her bouncing boobs, tweaking her taut, hard nipples as I caressed her rounded belly. After a few moments, she straightened up and threw her arms around my neck, pulling our bodies together and smothering my face between her breasts as she ground her cunt against my groin, feeling my hot, hard cock stirring around deep inside her vagina.

My hands stroked up and down Sophie's back, then slid down to cup her firm buttocks as they squirmed against his lap. With a nipple between my lips, I raised my eyes and saw Sophie gazing down at me, smiling, as she watched me nuzzle her breasts. I kissed my way up her throat and pressed my mouth to hers. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouth in a passionate dance of lust. We continued kissing for a good, long time, while we held each other closely, Sophie's titties mashed against my chest, her long, erect nipples poking into me. As our tongues danced, I savoured her post-orgasmic glow, enjoying the feel of the hot, solid shaft of my erect penis slowly stirring within the tight sleeve of her vagina as her butt continued its slow grind against my lap.

Finally, Sophie broke our long, passionate kiss and lay her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. "Ohhh, Jeff," she whispered in his ear, "that was just beautiful..." She extended her tongue and gently licked the side of my neck. She licked upward and flicked her tongue at his earlobe, then swirled it around the outer edges of his ear. I felt the warm, wet sleeve of Sophie's cunt slide smoothly up my rigid penis until only my swollen cockhead remained within her vaginal entrance. The warm night air felt cool on my hot, pussy-juice covered shaft, now exposed for the first time in several minutes. After a pause, I slowly straightened back up, allowing Sophie's moist, hot pussy to slide back down my rigid pole.

"Ohhhhh, yes..." she purred in my ear as my hot, throbbing organ slid back up into her, refilling her momentarily empty vagina. She once again ground her vulva against my groin so that my manhood stirred around within her hot box.

My fingers dug into her ass again and I raised her up until just my cockhead remained inside her, then slowly lowered her back down onto my lap. This time, I immediately lifted her back up again and then continued to slowly pump her up and down on my upthrust erection.

"Ohhhh, Jeff...that feels so goooood..." Sophie breathed in my ear. She turned her face, drawing her tongue along my cheek to my lips, then thrust it into my mouth. Our tongues dueled passionately again as I slowly pumped Sophie up and down on my throbbing hard-on.

After a few moments, I paused, allowing Sophie to sit quietly on my lap again with my penis fully embedded in her vagina. With my chin resting on her shoulder, I held her close as I gazed out across at Jessica, savouring the blissful feel of her mother’s warm, welcoming love tunnel surrounding my erect penis and her herdened nipples poking into my chest. Sophie, also with her chin resting on my shoulder, gazed down at her sleeping daughter, lying blissfully unaware right next to us on her parents bed as she hugged me to her and enjoyed all those same sensations.

After a time, I released my tight embrace and began lightly stroking my hands up and down Sophie's sleek, smooth flanks and back, then farther down to caress her buttocks. Running my fingertips back and forth along the valley between those firm, fleshy cheeks, I found the tiny puckered ring of her anus and tenderly rimmed it for a moment. Then I slid my fingertips further between her thighs and touched the lower reaches of her labia, stretched and parted by the thick root of my own erect penis. I gently caressed the moist lips of Sophie's pussy for a moment, then I pressed my fingertips down on the edges of her labia and against the sides of my rigid shaft. I hefted Sophie's butt upward on my palms and slid her up and down on my throbbing fuck tool a few times, feeling the hot, solid shaft of my own penis against my fingertips as it slid through the soft, moist lips of Sophie's vagina. I could feel my cum mixed with her juices starting to leak out around my cock, and the wet sounds of it made it feel that much dirtier. Slowly she built up a rhythm, and soon we were fucking again. I was a little surprised, both that it still felt so good, as usually I'm not ready to go again so quickly, and because of the situation. I guess the revelation that I didn't have to worry about losing my girlfriend was such a relief that all the other notions of guilt were driven away… at least for the moment. For now, I was getting back into the sensations her pussy was generating in me and my hips began to rock with hers.

I looked down to where my cock disappeared under her mound. "Did Jessica ask you to fuck me?" I asked.

She suppressed a slight smile. "Not exactly, no." After my puzzled look, she continued, "When she told me you were aroused… I asked her if she wanted me to teach her. Jessica knows I would do anything to feel you inside of me. She was too tired, bless her." She said, looking down on the sleeping redhead as she gently bounced with the undulating bed beside us, “She's in for a treat…” 

"You wanted to have sex with me in front of your daughter?" I asked, “That does sound like something that Ellen would do. You're more similar than you think.”

"She put herself first, I could never do that," She said bluntly as she gently rocked on my slippery penis. "I knew I was going to get your cock inside me before my husband comes home. I owed you one. One way or another you were going to get lucky today!” 

I looked at her incredulously. "Yeah," I began, my breath becoming heavier, "Maybe. But you're still my girlfriend's mother." 

My hands went to her waist, guiding her up and down my shaft. She rose her hips up higher then, sliding me almost all the way out, before sinking all the way back down in a slow, deep stroke. Both of us sighed out loud. "What I am," She breathed, getting into our rhythm, "is yours. Here and now, I belong to you and you alone. I’m carrying your child. Your girlfriend is asleep in my bed and my husband isn’t home… yet. These will be the moments I live for."

With that I sat up suddenly, putting my face inches from hers. We stared into each other hard as I felt her hot breath, and then I leaned in and mashed my lips into hers, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. I picked up the pregnant woman and carefully, to avoid waking her daughter, I gently placed her down onto the mattress, lying with her head hanging over the end of the bed, my cock still buried inside her. Her legs wrapped around me as we got ourselves comfortable. "Now fuck me and you had better nut iside me!" She exclaimed, her voice quivering as she pulled out of the kiss to suck in a breath of air.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I began to piston our hot, wet sexes into each other. I held myself above her, on my straining arms, as my ass rose and fell between her thighs, held in place by her crossed ankles. Her head lolled back over the edge of the bed, her blonde hair spilling down onto the floor behind her and immediately her face began to flush red. The reddening blush spread over her jiggling breasts as her nerve ending sparked in pleasure. I ploughed my hips hard into her, and the fluids building up around our connecting midsections amplified the force of my thrust.

"Ughhh!!" the blonde yelled as I slammed into her again. At first she didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, as I drove my cock hard into her, she just moaned loudly every time my tip bumped her cervix. The bed was gently undulating to the rhythm of our sex but poor Jessica was dead to the world, still cuddled in beside me.

I started moving my hips and sliding in her at different angles. I could both feel and hear our fluids spilling out and over the bed as our bodies slapped together in our movements. "Oh fuck..." I groaned, losing myself, slamming hard into her.

I felt her pussy squeeze me as she quivered beneath me. My forbidden lover was silent for a few moments as she tensed up, but soon released a loud drawn-out moan of deep carnal pleasure. Then I held onto her hips tightly as I started thrusting, sliding in and out slowly, letting her feel the entire length of my shaft. She had her eyes closed and was moaning into the pillow. I could feel my own orgasm building inside me. Her pussy was so perfect for me. I remembered just why I'd fallen so deeply in love with her. We were so perfect together. The bed started creaking, the headboard bumping against the wall, as I started fucking her faster and harder, slamming my hips into her.

"Uuuuunnnnghhhh!!" She almost growled. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." Her voice was shaky, her tone rising and falling with every labored breath, as my cock slammed into her body. And then, I lost it. My balls tightened and I screamed as my cock prepared itself for ejaculation.

I pushed myself as deep into her guts as I could, I felt her cervix dilate against my cock, and I felt my nuts begin to convulse. The first searing welt of warm cum, pumped into my girlfriend's Mom. She knew exactly what to say to keep this moment at its most perverted and intense as I began to pump the contents of my teenage testicles into the hole Jessica came from, back into her mother's loving pussy in wild, violent squirts.

"Oh yes! You're cumming!”

(squirt)

"You're cumming inside me!"

(squirt)

"You're cumming inside your girlfriend's mother!"

(squirt)

"Ejaculate in your pregnant lover, Jeff”!

(squirt)

"Pump me full of your cum!"

(squirt)

"I can feel it. Fuck! I feel so hot!"

(squirt)

I was still pumping warm cream up into Jessica’s Mom as her orgasm detonated and her sweet motherly puss began to squeeze and suckle at my cockshaft, trying to draw my semen up into her where she needed it, where we both needed it to be. I pressed in deep, and made sure the last jets hit their mark deep in her flesh.  I had done it, I had fucked, and ejaculated into her and… my mind was clear. There had been no mental barrier to prevent my orgasm. I stayed in deep and luxuriated in the sensation of having bred this willing woman. Her tits were jiggling slightly with my deep rutting. I lay my sweaty head down on her chest, and she pushed a huge tit to my mouth. I nursed her sweetly until I went soft inside of her. Never in all of my incest fantasies had I imagined it would be so powerful and surreal. I had just orgasmed inside my girlfriend's mother's pussy and truthfully, no other sex ever compared to that moment. How could it? Sophie looked happy and satisfied we had actually broken the taboo. We both came so immensely and this felt right. I felt her shudder into another powerful orgasm then finally we collapsed together back onto the bed, beside her comatosed, redheaded daughter. We were both sweating hard, completely spent and out of breath. I lay over her, still resting in her taboo vagina, feeling her inner muscles shuddering. After a few moments, beginning to regain my breath I began to slide off of her, my cock finally slipping from her with a wet sloppy 'pop'. Some trapped air, along with a thick stream of cum gushed out. Even after two incredibly strong orgasms, after feeling so satisfied and so physically and sexually exhausted, the view of her red puffed up cum-filled pussy still looked amazing. I almost wanted to dive back inside her right then! What the hell was wrong with me?

That's when I faintly heard a car door slam shut. I momentarily froze and listened. I was highly paranoid about fucking Sophie in her own house, in her marital bed behind her husband's back! Although we convinced ourselves that we weren't cheating… or committing adultery… part of me knew we definitely were. Sophie froze but putting the noise down to one of the neighbour’s getting in or out of their car, and after a few seconds of silence, she pressed her plump lips to mine. 

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a key unlocking the front door. Holy shit! Joseph and Rachel were home! I jumped up so fast. The front door opened and I heard her husband step into the house with Rachel chattering on her phone behind him. I was frantic... I looked at Sophie as she quietly climbed from the bed so as not to wake Jessica. I was naked and had a terrified look on my face but Sophie was calm. The married woman pointed and whispered for me to get dressed. I gathered up my clothes and scurried into the bathroom. I was now panicking. I was scared and shaking. I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... What should I do? How am I going to explain this? How would Sophie explain it? Sophie calmly put on her wrap around dress as I pulled on my pants. I heard her husband walk through the main floor and into the kitchen.

"Sophie, are you home?" I heard Joseph call up as Sophie stepped into the hallway.

“Hi! Dinner won't be long!” Sophie replied happily down the stairs.

"Sophie, are you up there?" I heard Joseph call as he began climbing up the stairs. Oh shit, I heard his footsteps as he reached the top of the landing.

I took a quick look around the room and noticed the bed comforter was messed up. He was literally outside Jessica's bedroom door now. I gave the bed cover a quick yank, and I sat down at the end of the bed and took a deep breath. I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror and noticed my hair... yikes, it was all tousled and messy... Yeah, like that just fucked look... shit. How was I going to explain this? My heart was thumping and my brain had gone blank as Joseph greeted his wife. I dropped my head down, afraid to look up at the disappointment on his face as Jessica still slept soundly beside me. I had cheated on her and I had betrayed him.

He looked into his own bedroom and saw me, a guilty look plastered across my face, "Hi Jeff, I'm glad you're here! But aren't you in the wrong bedroom?" He asked from the hallway., Then his expression puzzled as he looked past me onto his bed. “Oh… ah, right. Jessica! Oh…”

“No, no! It's not what you’re thinking! We didn't! I mean she's still too ill. We haven’t–”

“Jeff and I have only just finished.” Sophie interrupted, walking past her husband into their bedroom, “Jessica has slept all day and Jeff has been watching over her… but in the end, she watched us…”

“Watched? Did you… did he?”

She smiled and opened her dress and took a step towards him. Even from behind her I could see her labia glazed in my pearlescent seed and our combined juices flow from her pouting, well fucked pussy. There was so much of it that started to run down her leg. In all my fantasizing about sex I had never considered where all that semen would go after the fact. Well, where most of it goes is right back out. Sophie walked into her husband’s open arms with a trail of my semen running down her smooth leg. 

“Please take Jessica to bed, Jeff,” Sophie commanded.

I dutifully complied. Jessica moaned sleepily as I put my arms around her to lift her from her mother's side of the bed. She gave a little cry and looked at me imploringly as I kissed her forehead and I scooped her up in my arms. I carried their daughter, my limp girlfriend past the married couple as if it was completely normal.

“Look what we made for you.” Sophie whispered into her husband's ear. Joseph’s smile became absolutely wicked as she put both hands on his chest and pushed him back into their marital bedroom. “I am going to put on a show for you. Just for you...” She leaned forward and kissed him hard and closed their bedroom door behind them.

Jessica had her arms twined around my neck while I gloried in the sensation of holding her naked body to me. The lightly freckled redhead didn't wake up as I carried her to her room and put her down on her own bed. She looked content, like she was sleeping, lying naked on the bed with the tangled remains of a sheet covering nothing more than her middle. On her side, one knee bent upwards towards her chest, holding her there, exposing her naked pussy to the moonlight. I felt a stirring in my groin as I watched her breathing. Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlighted her curves. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her ginger hair spread against the pillow. Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and softly caressed her ass with my fingertips. Lost in her dreams, she didn't even notice. Emboldened, I ran a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. I did it again, this time pressing more firmly, my finger sliding between her folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist. She twitched and smiled happily on the bed but said nothing and didn't open her eyes. The stirring in my groin became stronger, spurring me on. I softly caressed and teased her pussy lips and clit with your fingers, fascinated as the movements constantly changed the way the moonlight and shadows played across the folds. A soft sigh, a slight movement and I froze, afraid that I might have woken her, holding my breath as you watched her. A moment later she shifted on to her back, more tense seconds, my heart racing, sure that just the sound of it would wake her. Her breathing softened again, back into the slow, gentle rhythm of deep sleep and I relaxed again. Pausing to allow my heart to slow and remembering to breathe again I looked at her new arrangement. Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and serene. I lifted the bed sheet over her, tucking her in. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we would begin again, I vowed to myself. I would take things slowly, make sure we were both ready and then I would devote the rest of my life to loving her and her incredible but unconventional family. I pulled the duvet over her and silently moved away from the bed, not even wanting my shadow to interrupt her sleep.

"I love you, Jeff," she murmured.

It looked like she was still fast asleep. Her mother and I had been at it for quite a while, and even though it was only early evening, the darkness outside made it feel quite late. "I love you too, Jessica," I whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "Good night, Cherry Pie."

I stood there, alone with my thoughts for a moment, watching her. Even her soft snoring was cute. Eventually I decided to leave, making myself look presentable before slipping out of the room.

________

The door opened to reveal Rachel standing there, hands on hips. Jessica's identical twin sister eyes searched mine. A playful smile on her face. Although identical in every way she had an altogether better day and looked absolutely stunning, energised and ready for Friday night. She flicked a stray strand of her red hair from her cheek and looked past me at her sleeping sister. Like Jessica she was petite and thin with a hint of womanly curves on her eighteen year old body. Her bright green eyes contrasted with her hair and her pretty face was covered in cute little freckles. Her hair was the colour of copper that shone like fire in the sun. I stared at her as she stood in the doorway, wondering how I might look to her. Rachel was wearing a very revealing mini skirt and athletic looking tank top. Needless to say, this was not lost on me, but hey, I was still recovering from two of the biggest orgasms of my life! 

"Hey," she said, as I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. "I know you've been looking after my Mom and sister today. Thank you."

"Ahh, don't worry about it. I was just coming to see you. Jessica is fast asleep. Do you need something?"

"Sort of. Maybe. I just... Did you see my Mom…?"

“Yes, she was just… with me…”

“Yes. No. I don't mean that! Did you see the state she was in when she greeted my Dad? She was oozing your gooey mess all down her legs!”

“Oh… yeah.” I said turning bright red.

“No! I’ve done it again, I'm embarrassing you!” she flustered, “You know that's what he likes best about your… relationship… with my Mom, right?”

“I can't believe we are talking about this. I feel guilty enough as it is.” 

“Come on, let's go downstairs, get ourselves a drink and put things right between us. We are long overdue a good talk.” Rachel took the stairs down to the living room, which still smelled of sex, and switched on the lamps to light the darkening room. The extra light made it easier to pick out the signs of worry on her face. "Come sit," she said, gesturing to the sofa I had her mother bent over only a couple of hours earlier.

I sat down as Rachel fetched us some drinks. She took a seat beside me on the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest. She didn't look overly upset, so whatever was bugging her probably wasn't too big a deal. Then again, the women in this house were pretty talented at hiding things from me. Sometimes it was tricky being the only teenage male around. “How's Jessica?” She asked quietly.

“She's fine, she's sleeping soundly. I guess she'll be feeling herself tomorrow.”

“Oh, why? Are you guys not going to…”

“No! I meant she'll be feeling better!”

“Oh,” Rachel seemed surprised, “So… did you have sex with her today?”

“No! We are not trying to rush into having sex just because Ellen and Jerome are finally out of the picture! Don't worry, it will happen in its own time I guess…”

"I wasn't really sure," she said. "But I thought you both might decide that you'd waited long enough."

"She's not well. We are going to wait." I leaned closer. "Your Mom wanted to… step in."

"I see that now. I just wanted to talk, not make things difficult between you and Jessica."

"We won't be sneaking behind anybody's backs Rachel. We don't need to do that anymore. I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Rachel tried to fight back a smile, but was slowly losing the battle. "I appreciate everything you've done for her… for us. For my whole family. But especially for me. I know I gave you no choice in any of it. I lied to you. Repeatedly. I told you I didn't want to see you. ButI did. When I broke up with you… I cried constantly. I was inconsolable. I was avoiding you. I swapped with Jessica, using myself as bait for Jerome. Then I… ended things between us… when I saw the way you looked at Jessica when she was…”

“I thought she was dead. I thought he had killed her.”

“I know.” Rachel reached up and touched my cheek. “That's not what I mean… when she finally opened her eyes. I saw the look you gave each other.”

“I love her."

"You do. I also saw it in the way my Mom looks at you… and the way you look at her.”

“Rachel, I–”

“No, it's okay, don't worry. But Jeff… I need you to know… I also saw the loving look you shared… with Ellen… when she finally realised she was beaten. Before she was taken away. You love Jessica, you love Mom… you love Ellen.”

“I loved Ellen! I don't love Ellen now. She tried to kill me. She was going to let her fiancé rape you! She knew Jerome… drugged his victims. He intended to drug you when you were sixteen! She has hurt me and the people I love more than anything in this world and I hate her!” I hissed angrily at her, trying to keep my voice down and stop the darkness inside me from lashing out.

“Hate? No. That's not who you are, Jeff. Sure it consumes you but you have nothing but love and forgiveness inside you. I saw it. And I knew that's why you're always suffering. Holding back the anger because you're a lover, not a fighter. I decided I shouldn't complicate things further for you. You deserve happiness… with whoever you choose to love. I hope you choose, Jessica.”

“You're making no sense. I have chosen Jessica!"

"It's only a matter of time before you forgive Ellen. But right now… what I want… is for you to forgive me?"

"You don't need to ask. You did everything for love. You put yourself at risk for me. I wish you hadn't… but you did. And now I'm free. Because of you. And to make things absolutely clear… I love you. I've always loved you. You're like me, so desperate to do the right thing that you'll sacrifice yourself, every time. I'm hopelessly in love with both of you."

“And Mom. And Ellen.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“And your dad.” I chuckled along.

“And my baby brother.”

We sat opposite each other. Just staring. It was true. Everything she said. All of it… though I would never admit or accept it. All I focused on was Rachel. I loved her and her sister. I was obsessed with them both. They both had a gorgeous girl next door look and had always kept themselves in the shadows. They didn’t want or need the fuss. They didn’t suffer fools and dedicated themselves to their studies. But now, to help me, they had put themselves in the spotlight… and everyone now stopped to take notice. Rachel was wearing a blue tartan skirt hiked up and worn shorter like a mini skirt; thigh high black or patterned stockings rather than regulation over knee ones; white blouse tight with top buttons undone to show off a figure fitting tank top and shallow cleavage or the shirt tied off at the midriff over a crop top to show off bare belly and waist. Until recently, no-one really gave her a second look, she was an academic, a nerd. She didn’t fit in and had few friends. But that was changing.

“I’ve been trying to catch up with work at Uni. I’ve fallen a bit behind… with everything that has been going on.”

“Don’t worry. I’m still playing catch up too. I’m getting on top of things and you will too. You’re far more intelligent than me.”

"I'm serious!" She said, "I just finished a paper and I can't help feeling like it's no good. And that's stupid, because I know it's not that bad, but...." She shrugged helplessly. "Plus I have a test tomorrow too. And I have to keep my grades high. And–"

"Whoa, Rachel, come on. You know you'll do fine. I have yet to see you get a less-than-acceptable mark on anything."

"I know. It's stupid to worry about it with everything else that's been going on isn't it?"

I shook my head. "It's not stupid. It's unnecessary and counter-productive, but not stupid. Everybody worries."

Rachel nodded, then crawled over to sit beside me. I scooted to the side a bit so we had room to sit next to each other and lean back against the damp sofa.

"I was pretty sure I was just panicking over nothing anyway," she said. "It happens sometimes. I think it's worse because there's been so much stuff going on."

"Yeah, I think everyone is just a little overwhelmed. I slept like a baby last night but our parents looked like they hadn’t slept at all. I guess we’ve all been suffering. But it’s all over now and we can try to get back to normal. Whatever normal is. Most professors really aren't trying to make your life difficult. Although I did have one last year who was kind of an asshole...."

"Uh huh. I guess I should just remember that if you haven't failed any classes yet, I'm in no real danger."

"Hey!"

I aimed a punch at her shoulder that was light enough to be little more than a tap. She giggled and pretended to be knocked over by the blow before sitting back up "Sorry," she said. "You know I'm just kidding."

"Hmmm, it's not like you're wrong. Besides, you've been getting the best grades so long that all the pressure's on you to make your Mom and Dad proud."

"Oh god, like I need to be reminded of their expectations right now," Rachel said while rolling her eyes. "I mean, that one time I failed a test back in high school... I still remember how disappointed Dad looked."

"Sorry," I said, feeling it was my turn to apologise. "Guess that wasn't helpful. What's all that?" I asked as I noticed a collection of bags she must have brought in from the car.

"School stuff," she said. "Duh."

"I know. I was just questioning why you seem to have twice as much of it."

Rachel sighed, though I got the impression that I wasn't the one she was annoyed at. "I got a project thingy to do. I'm supposed to use library resources for research, or some bullshit like that. I think it's supposed to teach me something about not relying on the internet. Mostly it just means more books to carry."

I couldn't help chuckling. "Let me guess. Is the professor who assigned this, like, ancient?"

"He looks like he predates the pyramids, yeah. Has to have a TA do anything computer related for him. Fun times all round, let me tell you."

"I bet. You're not gonna get all crazy and overwhelmed again with this project, are you? Do you need a hand?"

Rachel sighed again. This time it was unquestionably directed at me. "No," she said. "I need to do this for myself. I don't need a knight in shining armour to save me or you'll be helping me forever. This is the sort of thing that might create issues, you know, for you and Jessica."

"Oh don't worry, I’m happy to help. I want to help. You are equally important to me."

Rachel twisted in her seat and placed her hand on mine, "Thank you, Jeff. I suppose I better get started sorting it out."

I tried to look passive, but it was tricky when I had a gorgeous pouting redhead at my side. Not that she would have bought it even if I could have given the attempt my full attention. Rachel pulled her bags over and started pulling out books and papers, quickly covering the coffee table. Minutes passed, and her bags emptied. I followed Rachel as she began sorting things on the table, trying not to think about sharing a bed with her sister and her Mom. Part of that was the skirt Rachel was wearing. Since I was behind her most of the time, I quickly discovered just how good her butt looked in them when she walked or bent over. Admittedly, it was kind of a pervy thing to do and I felt slightly guilty about it, but not guilty enough not to look. I was too distracted to realise that being so quiet would arouse Rachel's suspicions that I was up to something.

"Are you staring at my ass?"

I jerked out of my butt-induced trance and tried not to look embarrassed. I'd been caught. "Yes," I said, knowing it wouldn't do much good to lie. Rachel opened her mouth, then closed it. Apparently she didn't know how to respond to an open admission. She took a step toward me and punched me hard on the arm. "Ow! Hey!" I protested, trying to keep my voice low enough that it wouldn't attract attention from other shoppers. "I don't think I deserved that."

"Let’s keep our minds on improving my grades," she laughed.

"Well... sorry," I said. "But your ass looks really good in that skirt." I got half a smile out of her for the compliment.

"Thanks," she said. Then she sighed. "How sad is it that the only compliment I get all day is from my mother’s secret lover?"

"How sad is it that, even though you're all so similar, the nicest butt I've seen all day is yours?" I countered.

She smiled even wider this time, but I could see she was trying to fight it. "Cut it out, that's not even remotely true." she said. "Seriously. I mean, I appreciate it... sort of... but it's, you know, kind of weird… that you look at my Mom's ass… and I know you've fucked Jessica's identical ass."

I turned bright red, "No more compliments. Got it."

"That's not what I... oh just shut up." We sipped on our drinks, every time I checked her out she caught me looking. I was pretty sure she was keeping an eye on me, but that could have been simple paranoia. I couldn't really blame her if she was. Either way, I hoped she understood that it had just been a case of my male instincts taking over. It wasn't like I'd made a deliberate decision to compare her body to her Mom or her infuriatingly identical twin sister.

"Did you ever think that this is what your life was going to be like?" Rachel asked.

"Um... it kind of depends on what you mean by that," I said.

"Like, you know… still living at home torn between two identical twin sisters? Being tortured by my eldest sister and being raped by her boyfriend? Like having an affair with your parents best friend and neighbour. Making love to my mother, impregnating a married woman instead of a girlfriend... that sort of thing."

"Shit, when you put it like that: Fuck my life!” I sighed, “Yeah it sounds like someone's nightmare. But not mine. Your Mom and Dad are happy and probably getting it on right now, right above our heads. You and Jessica are free and I am not going to mess… this up… whatever this is because you all make me happy. We're still young, we've got time. If today has taught me anything then it's that if I’m going to get the future I want, I need to be patient. I’ve decided not to rush into anything. Even sex. I am going to give us time. Date. Be a normal couple."

"Yeah, but... did you ever think maybe it would be different if Ellen had just been… normal and not a psychopathic bitch?"

"Rachel..." She was pretending to examine a mark scheme intently, but she wasn't fooling me. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure where she was going with her line of questioning, which made it hard to know what the best response was.

"I mean, look at all of us," she said. "Ellen tried to get us involved with her games as soon as she turned sixteen. We had only just become teenagers ourselves! She twisted things. Manipulated us. We had to move away but then she just set her sights on you! Then all of this… I can't help feeling like we've grown up, but not quite the way we're supposed to."

"At least we did grow up. I know plenty of people who haven't managed that yet and probably never will."

"I suppose. It could be a lot worse, couldn't it?"

"It could totally be worse."

"I guess so,” Rachel giggled, “I mean, perving aside, you're not exactly the worst person to end up with."

"Hey thanks!"

Rachel laughed, and I felt a sense of relief that she wasn't going to slip into a bad mood after all. If she really wanted a serious discussion about our issues in life, I'd much rather she wait until the dust had settled. We made ourselves comfortable in the living room and Rachel briefly went back to her reading before looking up at me, "Can I ask you something?"

"I can't promise an answer until I know what the question is."

"That's...." She shook her head. "Anyway, I just... I was wondering, like, am I too boring for you?"

I set my coffee down on the table and looked at the little redhead. "First off, no," I said. "Secondly, why would you think that?"

"Well, Ellen had the confidence to step up and make you hers and Jessica's always doing… more stuff than me, she's besotted with you. She's always been more popular than me."

"You don't think that maybe Eleanor is just more...." I waved my free hand as I tried to think of an appropriate word. "Self obsessed? Sure she's out-going… but, some might say she was obnoxious? Being a little quieter isn't a bad thing. As for Jessica, you two don't have to be exactly the same just because you're twins."

Rachel smiled, and even giggled when I referred to Ellen as obnoxious. "I know," she said. "I just worry sometimes that I'm, I don't know, doing something wrong."

"You and everyone else in the world. I mean, look at me," I said, holding up my mug. "After this afternoon I'm not exactly up for spending an evening full of excitement."

She nodded, and I was pretty sure it wasn't just to humour me. At the very least, she looked a little more confident than she had a couple of minutes ago. But then the uncomfortable silence between us was broken by what sounded like a scream.

“Aaaaaiiiiieeee, ohhhhh fuck… Oh, fuck yes, Joseph! Fuck me!" Sophie’s voice was accompanied by the sound of a headboard banging against the wall.

All I could do was sit there. Rachel stared at me. I stared at Rachel. Just the sounds emanating from her parents room had my cock thickening and rising. This was embarrassing. I debated making my excuses and heading home but as it was obvious Sophie and Joseph were just getting started and it would be a long, torturous night of raging hard-ons and marital sex and I didn't want to walk out on Rachel when she was feeling left out.

“I think dinner is going to go cold.”

“No, Mom always saves it,” Rachel said with an embarrassed smile, “this used to happen all the time when Jessica and I were little. Dad would come home from work and within minutes… the bed would be creaking upstairs. It’s kinda sweet. When they stopped doing it, years ago now, Jessica and I knew something was up. Dad would spend more and more time at work, or he would travel places, with friends; Sports with your dad, or helping your Mom. Ellen turned into a nightmare for my Mom, she dominated her time. They were drifting apart… until you moved in next door.”

She put her hand on mine. I wasn't really sure where to put my hands, so I kept them on my knees. She leaned closer to my face, my heart truly pounding now, the adrenaline streaming through me. Our faces tilted to one side slightly, and all of a sudden our lips were touching. It was a short kiss, just a peck really, and we broke apart.

She glanced at me. "There, that wasn't so bad," she laughed a little nervously. We brought our faces close again, our lips meeting, the contact softer and deeper this time. We stayed longer in this position before ceasing, almost immediately following it up with another short kiss.

"Your kisses are incredible," I said as we sat and gazed at each other, barely finishing the sentiment before we kissed again, another soft, lingering meeting, followed by another, and another. 

We settled into a pattern of a few longer kisses interspersed with shorter pecks. I found myself not wanting them to end, the butterflies in my chest continuing to flutter and expand all the while. Rachel tapped my knee with her hand to signal to me to stop, and I reluctantly did. As we pulled apart, I could feel the warmth in my cheeks, ears, and neck, and I could see she was breathing a little more noticeably than before.

"Hey do you want to..." Rachel said, staring at my tenting pants, as she squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa. "Uh... Nevermind," she exclaimed as she saw my flushed face. The tempo of the headboard banging against the wall and her mother's moans were increasing in volume and frequency.

"Fuck, yes! Oh, Joseph, I feel so wet…"

"Shit, Rachel. I'm sorry..." I trailed off. Nothing could really explain away how I'd primed her mother for the rampant sex were now having upstairs, or how their coupling was arousing me.

"No, no. I'm sorry, I know you… just… blew your load in my Mom. I just… It's hard to think of anything else with those two pornstars going at it.” 

Rachel sat beside me, fidgeting. Her arm across her breasts, hand clasped at her elbow as she shuffled her feet. It seems I wasn't the only one feeling turned on. "It's alright, Rachel. It’s only… natural. Your Dad likes–"

“Sloppy seconds!” Rachel giggled. It was hard not to laugh along with her, lightening the tension between us. Which was actually completely the opposite of what my penis was thinking at the moment. My cock was still twitching in my pants, beginning to ache. “I should thank you, really.”

“Huh?”

“You brought my Mom and Dad back together… after struggling to conceive… after Ellen made us move… Jessica and I were certain they were going to divorce. They were going through tough times as a married couple, and then you came alone and fixed things.” 

“I complicated things! Massively!”

“I have never seen them this happy,” she motioned upstairs to the rhythmic, gentle thumping of her parents bed, “I haven't heard them have sex in years!” 

Rachel continued to sit there, sending furtive glances at my struggling cock as it throbbed in my pants. Her nipples visibly hardened and she hastily crossed her arms across her body in the hopes that I wouldn't notice. It was difficult to break the awkward silence while we were still being treated to the multi-orgasmic compilation that was her parents fucking. The moans and grunts were increasing in volume, and it wasn't going to be much longer before their orgasms might bring the proceeding to an end. Hopefully.

“You keep saying you have made things difficult for us, that you've complicated things,” the little redhead continued, “But you brought our family together. You were the catalyst. You helped us all and we ended up using you, realising we needed you more than you needed us. Even Ellen needed you but she lost you… turned you into an enemy. She will regret that one day when she realises what you did for her too. So… I'm not going to let anything break us up… not even awkward moments like this.”

Right on cue we both heard her parents speaking as clearly as if they were in the room beside us; “Fuck me! Fuck my messy, loose pussy, Joseph! Fuck me with my lover's cum still inside me!”

“I am going to fuck your used pussy, Sophie. I am going to fuck it like an animal…” Then the bed started creaking.

“It turns you on doesn't it?” Rachel asked.

“A bit,” I sighed, “it's like we are hearing something we aren't supposed to hear.”

“They are just demonstrating their love for each other. It turns me on too.” She unfolded her arms and it was hard to ignore her pebbled nipples and the way she slightly shifted her hand beneath her skirt. “My pussy is positively drooling. The sounds of my parents fucking and the sight of that massive dick you are failing to hide are sending shockwaves to my clit.”

“I couldn't possibly cum again tonight, Rachel…”

“I know. I so badly wanted you to take my virginity tonight, but you are meant for Jessica… and she's somehow sleeping through this,” she laughed, “as tempting as it is, I don't want to jeopardise the relationship you have with her. She saw you first. She belongs to you… you belong to her.”

The twins were completely identical. Staring at Rachel's cute face was not helping. At eighteen they were less than a year younger than me. Their features were smooth and unmarred by even the smallest imperfection. Even her freckles seemed to add to her beauty. Rachel's big emerald green eyes were wide and staring and of course there were those perfect kissable lips. Her long red hair cascaded down the sides of her face and the smooth skin of her shoulders. Like her Mom and sister’s, Rachel's skin was fair and even with just a light spattering of those aforementioned freckles. She was gorgeous.

"Baby?" she cut into my thoughts. Rachel calling me baby was a new thing! I didn't mind it, in fact even though I was about to turn nineteen I found suddenly having a pet name kind of endearing… but now that I was having inappropriate thoughts, the idea of her calling me baby had a far from innocent sound to it. "Hey, you in there?"

"Hey!" I cried out as Rachel punctuated that question with a gentle push.

"Well you looked like you were daydreaming." She gave me an odd smile, "I was talking about Jessica… Were you thinking about her?"

"Uh, no, I have a lot of homework to do and I was just trying to figure it out." I lied.

Rachel smiled again, knowing she had caught me. They were identical but as my time with the twins increased I could start to see the differences. Jessica was just slightly more outgoing and adventurous, Rachel leaned more towards being a quiet nerd type, complete with a love of books and learning. She was still staring at me, expecting me to say something I couldn't say, when she opened her legs revealing what looked like a giant wet spot in her panties. I groaned as if in pain. Rachel moved from the end of the sofa to sit by my side, "Sorry! Shit, are you ok?"

All I could do was clutch at my groin. My heart ached, my genitals ached. It ached to even think about cumming after such a ball busting afternoon. "Yeah, sorry Rachel. You, uh, caught me just as I was just trying not to think about… everything… you look amazing and I just can't… It's not a pleasant feeling."

Rachel wasn't a prude, she knew about orgasms and sex. But hearing someone mention it caused a deep red blush to stain her freckled cheeks. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I tried not to stare at the beautiful twin sister's hard nipples, poking through her tight tank top, and failed miserably. I reached out and lightly touched the protrusion, being surprised at the way her eyes seemed to glass over and the soft moan that escaped from her pouty lips. None of which was helping my boner go away.

"I should go to my room." Rachel reluctantly stated, “Or get us another drink! Why don't you sit there while I grab us both some coffee. How do you like yours?"

"Uhhh thanks. I think I need a strong one." I said before relaxing back on the couch.

Rachel slipped off into the kitchen where I could hear the sound of a cupboard open and mugs clinking together. My neighbours house was very clean, but homey. Lots of landscape photographs on the walls, and a huge bookshelf that was bursting with various sized hardcovers. Naturally, I felt a little uncomfortable as the woman I had impregnated was servicing her husband upstairs. I tried to shake off the feeling that I was an intruder… but this was my family now… or was going to be if I could just work out how to make it work. Just a second later Rachel came out of the kitchen with two large, steaming mugs of coffee. She handed me one and sat down on the couch next to me. I sipped at the coffee, it was still scaldinging. Rachel gently blew on hers and then looked at me curiously.

"I'm just going to cut straight to it." She said, "I’m in love with you and I want to be with you. I can’t just let you go… but I love my sister too. We agreed that… you would pop both our cherries… maybe one of us might feel differently afterwards? That’s when we would make our decision… but I know, deep in my heart, that ultimately it needs to be your decision. With my parents going at it like rabbits I can't stop thinking about it. What did you think?"

I took another sip in order to buy myself a second to gather my thoughts. "It is an impossible decision. Jessica is amazing. You are amazing. I just didn't know how either of you would feel about having a brother… that might end up being a step son… if we got married and everything. I don't want to hurt you or your family. It really is about as complicated as it gets."

Rachel let out a sigh, "You're so sweet. Look, things aren't getting any better for me, but that night with you, that got me through the last month of Jerome and all his shit. I don't know what happened to Ellen to make her so twisted and cruel but every time I think of you with her noose around your neck… I can't stand the thought that she might have taken you from me." She set her mug on the table next to the couch and started to cry.

"Fuck Rachel, I'm so sorry. I mean I knew it affected you too, but I didn't know it was this bad." I took a longer sip of coffee as it was close to drinkable temperature now. "I want to help you in any way I can. I don't know what that means, but I can be there for you if you need anything no matter what happens with your Mom, with Jessica…"

Rachel gathered herself and brushed a tear away with the side of her thumb. She looked at me seriously, "Do you think we could survive as fuck buddies if you end up choosing Jess? I mean it, I love you and I need you so badly. If I have to settle for that… Nothing complicated so you can have a normal life, with Jessica as your girlfriend… Maybe if you choose her… we could just be friends with benefits. What do you think?"

I almost choked on my coffee when she said 'fuck buddies', "Ummmm I mean that sounds like a solution… but… I love you just as much as I love Jessica. I want to make you both happy and not care about the rest of the world.”

“But we can't pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.” A tear appeared back in the corner of her eye. God, I hated seeing her sad! “Jessica and I know one of us will need to give you up. It has been hanging like a dark cloud over me for ages because–”

“I am sorry if I gave you the impression that I didn't care about you by… spending so much time with Jess. I do. I care. I love you, Rachel.”

“I know. I'm just tearing my hair out so being fuck buddies… that would at least something, if you don't choose me…”

“We aren't in any hurry any more. Don’t worry about the future. Being with you is amazing," I said and then scooted a little closer to her and put my hand on her thigh. I could feel her tense up when I touched her.

“Fuck me, Joseph! I’m a cheating wife. Punish me. Pound me hard and deep! Shoot your cum in my pregnant pussy,” I could imagine Joseph knelt behind his wife as he plunged into the sopping, messy hole. All the way, no preliminaries, no gentleness. My taboo lover moaned in exactly the same way as when I gripped her wide hips and pounded her from behind. It wouldn't be long before her husband added his load as he thrust into her, readying himself to fill his wife's pussy to overflowing with our sticky semen.

"Is that a yes?" she asked, over her parents moans.

"How do we make it work? We would need to be really careful. Our families would know but how do we keep a secret like that from the rest of the world?”

"You're right," Rachel said, “We would find a way though, wouldn't we?”

“You two look so alike, I bet no-one would even notice!” I laughed.

“Ellen would, and she would use it against us. We can never do it at my house, it's just way too risky."

"That's fine, I live next door." I reminded her.

"Well duh smartass," She said as she leaned into me and then kissed me on the cheek, “Did you make Jessica cum this afternoon?”

“I… well… she made herself cum.” My heart was racing, and my cock was nearly concrete at this point.

“You watched her finger herself?”

“No… she watched us…”

“She watched you fuck my Mom?” She squealed in delight.

“She wanted to learn and was too tired…”

“She's a clever girl. Well, so am I. Let's have some fun together and we can figure the rest out as we go. You can go back over to your house, and how about I'll be over in five minutes. Anything to escape this," she looked up to the ceiling as the bed started banging. 

“I’m not sure, perhaps we should ju–” Rachel pressed her lips back onto mine. Silencing me.

We kissed each other a few more times slowly, and then suddenly I could feel her tongue against my lips. It was warm, wet, and wonderful. I opened up my mouth and let my tongue reach out to meet hers, and I shuddered in pleasure at how incredible it felt. We shared shorter kisses with our tongues dancing on each others each time, before keeping our lips locked and truly exploring each other's mouths. I realised I had my hands on her knees as we carried on, and it was just about the most intense physical sensation I had ever felt. Every slippery slide of our tongues past each other hastened me on, our pace heightening. I couldn't stop kissing her. It was like her tongue was my lifeline; I just wanted more and more of it. Both of us were breathing more heavily now, and I could feel the warmth spreading to my chest. Reluctantly I pulled away. I wasn't sure I had ever felt my heart beating this fast; it was thrumming in my chest and ears. We kept our faces close, both of us staring at each other's mouths, eyes half-lidded.

"I think maybe we could do this better if we were closer together," I half-whispered, the taste of her mouth on my mind, my hands squeezing her knees gently.

"Yeah. You're right. How do you want...?" she began, starting to shift around.

I actually hadn't thought it through, and wasn't fully sure. I turned and sat so my feet were on the ground at the edge of the sofa. I tapped the space next to me: sit here, my gesture and look implied. She grinned and moved next to me, our knees touching as we angled towards one another. I put my hands up, unsure where precisely they should go, reaching out and drawing back awkwardly, before putting them around her hips. We melted into another kiss as her arms draped around my neck, the increased contact sending electricity through my entire body.

This felt different than before. We felt so much closer, like we were sharing more than just kisses. I could barely fathom this was all happening; the evolution from a short peck to this was unbelievable, yet at the same time felt quite natural. Our tongues were like magnets, swirling and fluttering around like they belonged together. I heard a soft "mmm" from Rachel, which only spurred me on to kiss her further. Rachel slid one hand from behind my neck and brought it to my face, and our kisses slowed in speed, if not intensity. We shared long, slow strokes of the tongue, and then eventually kissed just with lips again, repeatedly and slowly. In a way these felt like deeper kisses, our pace in sync. Finally we ceased, my chest rising and falling steadily, opening my eyes to take Rachel in. I watched as she brought a hand to the side of her neck absent-mindedly, as if feeling her own pulse, the pink in her face apparent.

“I should go…”

“I’ll join you in five minutes?”

"No sex though" I demanded. Even though I was reluctant to go down this path I knew that she could sense my excitement. It was confirmed when she reached down and grabbed the bulge in my pants.

"No sex. Not until Jessica is better. I'll be there in five minutes." She winked at me and stood up. "I just need to get used to making myself look… less conspicuous. I mean it. If this is my future then I am taking it seriously."

There wasn't a moan or a gasp coming from her parents room any longer. They must have fucked each other in to a stupor and were recovering for round two. They would be dead to the world for a short while. I hurried out the door and across the driveway to my house where I hurriedly tidied up and brushed my teeth. My cock was still somehow painfully hard. Five minutes later, Rachel gently knocked on my bedroom door. Only now she was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and she walked right in the door when I opened it for her.

“Did Mom or Dad let you in?”

“No, I decided to sneak in via the back garden. Your parents were fast asleep on the sofa! Why is everyone so tired today? I just came straight upstairs. I’ll wear baggy casual gear when I'm sneaking around… I'll tell Jessica to do the same thing. And from now on," She said, backing me up to a wall, her lips inches away from mine, "We’ve still got the key so I'll be coming in through your back door. We can't let the other neighbors catch on can we?"

"Oh, right. Good thinking." The words barely escaped my lips before she began passionately kissing me. Her body pressed me back against the wall as our tongues flicked back and forth in each other's mouths. She tasted vividly like cinnamon. I could feel her pressing her groin up against my cock as she let out a quiet little quiver. I broke the kiss, turned her sideways so that she was backed up against the wall, and went to kissing up and down her neck and behind her ear while I grabbed her ass with one hand. Rachel moaned quietly and ran her fingers gently through my hair. It was absolute bliss.

My lips found their way back to hers as we stumbled onto my bed. I laid her down gently on my bedcovers and pulled the hood off over her head and I was not disappointed. She was wearing a see-through, white, lace bra that wrapped around her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard, pointing up from under the fabric. We kissed up against the wall for another few minutes before I started working my way down her body. First to her neck, then her chest, then her breasts. She smelled so sweet, almost tantalizing, and my excitement grew as I kissed down to her belly. Rachel lifted her hips for me as I pulled her sweatpants off, just to find a matching white thong covering only part of her pussy. I could have stared at her forever, but I went back to kissing her instead. First above the panties as my fingers explored her thighs, and then on the side of her legs. Rachel was breathing heavily, lustfully, as I at last slid her thong to the side revealing the most immaculate pussy I've ever seen. Her labia were swollen and wet, her clitoris was just peeking out at me. I traced up her slit, over her mons, then further up her flat tummy and between her bra clad breasts. 

Her beautiful boobs were identical to her sisters and completely mesmerised me. Don't get me wrong, she hadn't grown big boobs overnight. Her chest was still little more than an A cup. However the bra seemed designed to make the absolute most of the little she did have. Because she was so small the bra didn't need to offer any support at all and as such could be a lot more skimpy than a bigger girl would need to hold in her more substantial assets. It had thin straps that ran from the band at the front right over her shoulders and criss crossed at the back, revealing her very well developed shoulders and back muscles. The bra didn't have cups as such, just two thin triangles of tight Lycra that expanded out from the straps into a very revealing V that stopped at the bottom of her ribcage where the lower band ran. It seemed designed to mold and press every single gram of her extremely limited breast tissue into a small, tight cleavage while at the same time revealing pretty much all of her tiny chest to my greedy eyes. In fact the bra was so small it barely concealed her nipples from view.

Rachel smiled at my appreciative look and rewarded me by reaching behind and unclasping the shimmering material. The bra loosened and fell forward, then she removed it completely to reveal her body in all its naked glory. I just stared at her chest drinking in the sight for a minute or so. Without the bra squeezing and pressing them together her boobs were small, no bigger than one of my palms. Her pink nipples were also surprisingly large and looked great on her small boobs. In fact, nipple and areolae seemed to take up about a quarter of each of her tiny breasts and she had bigger nipples than a lot of the busty girls I had been with in the past.

"They are beautiful," I said simply, "Just like the rest of you."

I reached over and cupped her right boob in the palm of my hand. It fitted perfectly and I felt her nipple harden even more as I gave it a little squeeze. I then did the same for the left and started to squeeze and massage both boobs gently. Rachel started moaning softly as I did this and seemed to be really enjoying it. I thought that this may be because a larger boob had a higher percentage of fat compared to the more sensitive glandular tissue, so the twin's smaller boobs would be much more sensitive. I decided to put this to the test.

I squeezed her breasts together to make a couple of small cones with the nipples pointing out proudly, and lowered my head to her chest. Then I stuck out my tongue and gently licked each rock hard nipple, one after the other. Rachel's moans increased in frequency and volume so I knew I was on the right track. I gently took each nipple in my mouth and started sucking them in turn. Rachel was in heaven. As I sucked on her sensitive teats I noticed she had her hand between her legs and was frantically rubbing her hard clitty. I couldn't believe that she might actually make herself cum while just having her boobs sucked but within less than a minute I felt her whole body start to convulse from another orgasm. I just kept sucking hard on each nipple in turn as the pleasurable spasms racked her magnificent body from head to foot and only let off when I felt her begin to settle back down and relax.

I pulled my own top off and threw it onto the chair. Then I watched her as she regained her breath, comparing the vision before me to that of her sleeping sister. They were identical in every way. Rachel reached down and unbuttoned my pants and watched while she slowly unzipped them, then pulled them down to my knees. "Stand up for a moment," she said. She stood back and pulled my jeans all the way down and stood there in just my underwear. For a moment we stood there facing each other in nothing but our underwear. Then I knelt in front of her, leaned forward and kissed her knee. I kissed up her leg, then kissed her inner thighs. I pulled her panties to one side, then gently rubbed her clitoris.

I slipped one finger, then another, inside her, and gently finger fucked her while I sucked on her clit. She moaned in pleasure. My face and fingers still between her legs, I gently spun her and pushed her down onto the bed. I slipped a third finger inside her, and massaged her clit with my thumb. With my other hand I reached out and massaged one of her breasts; I kissed her on the lips, and with my hand on her breast and lips on hers, I gently lowered her down and took in the gorgeous sight before me. She smiled again at my lustful appraisal of her body and turned, perhaps a little embarrassed, to lie face down on the bedsheet. She lay there beneath me, her belly to the bed, hair stunning orange spread across her shoulders like the last moments of a summer sunset. Gently, I trailed my fingers down across her back, the softest possible caress, learning each curve and division; each rise and fall of her body.

Ever so slightly, she arched her back to me; I read the signal and crooked my fingers so that I was running my nails up and down across her. This elicited a barely-audible, "Yessss," and I continued, just the slightest bit harder. Red streaks shot through her skin like fireworks, fading quickly to an afterglow that seemed to radiate heat. I scratched harder yet, and she writhed beneath my touch like a cat. As I gripped her shoulders more strongly and kneaded the muscles there, I also straddled her hips. She gasped, then, as my thighs enveloped hers and she realised that nothing at all separated our skin. My palms moved down, wringing tension from her shoulders, her upper back, and she took another deep breath as my turgid flesh, straining against my thin underwear, slipped against the cleft of her buttocks. I rocked forward, sliding the whole length against her, and she hissed as if burnt, but then she raised her hips, lewdly rolling her ass up against me, around me.

I leaned down for a moment, my whole body covering hers, my lips just beside her ear. After a slow, unhurried kiss, I murmured, "How am I supposed to choose between you?" and slid myself back and forth again, feeling myself swell further against her softness. I traced her earlobe with the very tip of my tongue, kissed the side of her neck, marked the side of her neck slightly but deliberately with my teeth. One hand slid beneath her body, grasping her breast, the nipple pressed between two fingers until her moans twisted elegantly into the night. She lifted her hips then, offering herself to me more strongly, allowing my cock to slip down over her ass, down inch by inch into that smooth, inviting valley. I let the blunt head tease at the first puckered opening for a moment, but then slid down further. As it moved between her thighs she clamped them shut around it, trapping me there until I bit the nape of her neck gently, teasing her until she relaxed.

Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted myself from her prone body, making up for my absence with a trail of kisses down her spine. With each one, my tongue wiggled, trapped between my lips and her skin. Finally, I moved in behind her, my legs in between hers this time. She raised up on her knees, her backside thrust invitingly into the air as an offering. I bent down to kiss it for a moment, and I could see her body stretched down past me back to where her breasts dangled, brushing lightly against the knotted strings between each square of my quilted bedspread. I lay there, my cheek pressed against her, sliding my palms up and down her sides and her breasts and belly, until I could feel both our bodies trembling with readiness to move on. My fingertips caressed the swell of her buttocks as I pressed my cock, still contained within my stretched underwear, against her inner thigh, letting her feel it throb with the beating of my heart. It was so close to the center of her that I could feel the heat, as if too close to a fireplace.

“Take them off!” She growled huskily.

I grabbed at my waistline and pulled my boxers down, letting my cock finally spring free. I held it for a moment, sliding my hand up and down softly, barely touching it before caressing the head with my thumb, wetting it with precum and sliding it around the mushroom tip. I sighed softly as I stepped out of my underwear and threw them towards the chair. I hovered my body back over hers then, teasingly, I leaned forward, my cockhead parting her luscious folds, the shaft becoming slick with her wetness, but moving further until I bumped against and over the hood of her clitoris. I rocked back and forth against it a few times, then slid backward again. She hunched down, her thighs parted, ready to be taken; but I pulled back and broke all contact. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I smacked her soundly on the ass. Once, twice, three times; hard enough that these red marks lingered. Then, as she was reeling from that, turning her head to look over her shoulder, I trailed my fingers down that delicious cleft and sunk them deep, deep into her liquid warmth, filling her as fully as I could, and every muscle in her body seemed to tense and release

My fingertips spread wide inside her depths, riding the slick currents of her body like jellyfish fluttering beneath the sea's surface. She moaned again as they wriggled, and I gave her each finger in turn, then several at a time, and then the short, blunt thumb, twisting and turning circles. It opened her up wide, but just as she pushed back against it, I slipped it back out, sliding upward to slowly trace circles into her ass while the other fingers dived deep yet again... and my other arm wrapped around her waist, my forearm pressed tight to the sweet curve of her belly, pulling her back, the bedclothes bunching up around her knees. Meanwhile, my cock was weaving back and forth in the space between her thighs, side to side like a cobra waiting for the moment to strike. I could feel her whole body contract every so often as my fingers worked inside her, and I knew even before she cried out that each one was a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She squeezed my fingers tighter each time, and I knew she was getting close, too close for what I had planned next, so I withdrew my hand and felt her shudder to a halt. This time, she turned her head fully, the question in her eyes, the need impossible to miss.

“This feels dangerously close to having sex?” I whispered.

“No…” Rachel whimpered, “it doesn't count… if it doesn't go in… if you don't take my virginity from me.”

Somehow that made sense so I moved to one side, enough that she could see as I made a circle of my slick fingers and slipped them up and down over the shaft of my cock, enough that she could watch it grow even thicker, wider, that she could watch the colour deepen at the head. Almost imperceptibly, her eyes widened, her tongue darted across her lips. Rachel lay back and I shimmed down the bed, face first. She sensed my goal and I felt her fingers on my head and before I knew it, my face was engulfed in her wetness just like our first night. I was delicate with her. Gently tracing circles around her clit, savoring her nectar, feeling her excitement and pleasure pulsing through her body. She was moaning now and arching her back. Her hand pressed me harder into her. It did not take long at all for her to be on the edge of orgasm, and she spasmed just like I remembered her doing our first time together as I slid two fingers inside her and flicked my thumb across her swollen clit.

"Ohhh Fuuuck!" She said, riding the orgasm out, "Fuuck."

Rachel loosened her grip on my hand and relaxed back into my bed, breathing heavily. After a short recovery, she sat up, and told me to sit down. I obeyed. She had this hungry look in her eyes that just made me even harder. The sight alone gave my cock a surge of hot blood and I was aching for the feel of her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my length. Rachel couldn't look away from my throbbing cock. It seemed to grow before her eyes after she licked her cum off my lips. She hadn't even been thinking, only reacting. With my fingers still buried between her legs, her clit still pulsing from orgasm, Rachel was getting horny again.

Gesturing at our need for quiet, my parents were allegedly sleeping just downstairs! I climbed down my bed so my head was even with Rachel's pussy. There it was. The same triangle, short red pubic hair, just like her Mom and sister. A slice of cherry pie. The aroma, musky with a hint of something sweet. I could only watch as Rachel's pussy cum puddled under her ass. One tentative stroke, just barely reaching her clit and Rachel's hips were off the bed and I was in nirvana. Her pussy nectar, and it was nectar, was the most delicious treat I had ever tasted. Whether the tabooness of what we were doing amplified it or if she just tasted so delicious, I guessed I would never know. I settled in for a long pussy licking, burrowing my tongue in her delicate folds. My mouth, tongue, and fingers were all over the flame haired twin, she was letting off gasps of pleasure as I stroked, kissed, and caressed her body all over, lighting her up as a considerate lover would do.

"I might be running on empty but you're not. I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop. Where exactly should I kiss and lick now, Rachel?"

"I want you", she encouraged. "I REALLY want to lick my pussy!" I cannot possibly describe how she said the word "really". That sense of desperation could never be expressed in written words.

I smiled and knew it was now time. It was now time to do exactly that. I left her for a moment. She parted her legs to make room for me between them. I watched as she swung her leg up and around my body. The pink and swollen lips of her pussy reluctantly broke their slickened seal. Her inner tissues made a squishing sound that signaled the abundance of wetness being generated inside. I laid down between her legs. My nose filled with the delightful scent of this aroused woman. There could be no sweeter flower. I kissed her wet inner thigh. I faintly licked the sensitive crease of her leg. She moaned as my tongue tickled her. She wanted to visually encourage me as well. She placed her hands between her legs and opened her lips for me. Her delicious pink opening was wonderfully exposed. It glistened with wetness. She internally clenched down several times.

As she spoke, "My pussy is so wet," I saw the justification for that statement. Drop after drop of her juices formed and slipped from her pussy. A virtual rivulet of wetness was escaping her lovely body. I extended my tongue and placed it below her pussy, damming the flowing wetness. She released her hands. I licked up with my flattened tongue over the hood of her clitoris, sensing the hard bud hidden beneath. I went back and sucked one of her pussy lips into my mouth. With extreme gentleness I nibbled at the sweet tasting guardian to her vagina. Releasing it, I slid my tongue along both sides of the delicious flesh. I repeated the act on the other side.

Her hands returned and opened herself once again for me. My tongue moved in and slipped deep and hard into the delicate folds of her pussy. My nose rested firmly against her clitoris. My mouth was completely covered in her juices. Slowly at first, my tongue swirled through the wetness. I tickled every bump and fold of the dripping tunnel in praise of the wonderful sensations that they gave to my cock during previous visits. I withdrew and circled her clit with my dripping tongue. I slid my upper lip up and down over her clitoris, making sure that my tongue constantly retrieved and deposited her lubrication right where they were needed. Faster and faster I went, alternating between deep excursions into her pussy with my tongue, to the delicate licking of her clit, to the rapid side-to-side caressing of her lips.

She was reaching new heights of ecstasy. Her head was thrashing from side to side. Her chest heaved in desperate attempts to capture air. Her leg muscles snapped tight and then relaxed as I played with her. She spoke in both imperceptible whispers and loud screams. "Oh God. OH GOD! yes...YES. Oh yes! Eat my pussy! Suck on it. Yes, yes. Lick me. It feels so good! I'm going to cum, Jeff. I'm going to cum on your face. I want to CUM! MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!"

That is indeed what I wanted her to do. My enjoyment of licking and tasting the wet essence of a woman is boundless. There is no way to describe how perfectly wonderful I felt at that exact moment. My face was literally covered in her juices. My nostrils were filled with her scent and my lips and tongue were bathed in the slippery and sensual texture of her wetness. Her climax was exactly what I wanted. With her words loudly ringing in my ears, I increased my oral pursuit. I was everywhere and nowhere. I was firm and gentle. I was fast and slow. I was deep inside and out and imperceptible. She took my hands and gripped them with unusual strength. Her head pressed hard back into the pillow. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her legs went completely rigid. She took in a huge breath of air. I knew what this meant. This was her orgasm beginning to take hold of her body, piece by piece, muscle by muscle. It was upon her and there was nothing more that I needed to do. I had brought her to the edge of the abyss and had thrown her over. She plummeted at great speed from that great height. She twitched and quivered all the way down. At that moment, my tongue was flicking wildly at her clitoris but it would not matter any longer. My licking and sucking was pointless now. I moved down slightly and extended my tongue as deep into her pussy as was humanly possible. At best, I was now along for the ride.

What a ride it was! My tongue was blessed with the countless spasms of her internal muscles. They tugged and pulled at my tongue just like they did when my cock was in its place. Just before the end, just before she was to be smashed into post-climactic rubble at the bottom of the cliff, came the orgasmic flood. In delightful spurts, her richly sweet cum sputtered around my tongue. It coated my lips and slipped down my chin. Delicious aromatic slippery cum bathed my mouth and face. This was my reward for only if I had done this well, could her juices be so gloriously abundant. The feeling, scent and taste were beyond description. I was truly in heaven.

I did not move until she did not move. Only until she was motionless did I know that her orgasm had completely left her. Only then did I slide my tongue from her pussy. Only then did I gently place a faint kiss just below her very sensitive clitoris. Only then did her body relax and begin to breathe again. Looking at Rachel's sweaty face, suffused with the glow of her sex flush, I crawled up her sexy body and gave her a sloppy kiss. She looked so sexy, and I couldn't resist. She seemed startled at first, but as my lips parted, and my tongue gently probed, her lips parted, she allowed my tongue in, and her tongue quickly met mine in a passion-filled swirl. I finally broke the kiss, and Rachel whispered to me, her lagoon green eyes becoming glassy, "I can taste myself on you. You make me so happy, Jeff."

Unsure of the change in our new dynamic, only knowing that her body had needs that superseded all else, I slid back down her nude female form. Rachel could only moan with each slow lick I delivered to her perfect breasts. With each nipple hard and sensitive, she cried out in pleasure as I suckled one into my mouth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks, my fingers gently massaged her other breast. After a few minutes, I switched sides, giving the other side much needed relief. She pulled me closer, my teeth tugging on her nipple, my saliva covering her pert tit. I used my free hand to keep her steady, cupping her bottom, her smooth, hot pussy between us. Switching breasts again, I moved my other hand to press us closer as my mouth suckled and my tongue massaged her swollen nipples.

I felt her body shiver against me. Her thighs were closed together, but as I ran my hand up her leg, they opened. My fingers found their way back to her equally swollen labia, pushing them apart and teasing along her wet slit. She dripped cum, my fingers were soaked. I rubbed along her clit a moment longer and then inserted it in her pussy. Her legs shook and wobbled. I used the hand on her bottom to press her tighter to me and continued to suck one boob and then the other. Her drenched pussy dripped onto my hand as my fingers felt inside her and my thumb rubbed her clit. She moaned this time, shaking and holding onto my shoulders to stop herself from trembling. She finally spoke out, "I'm going to cum hard for you, Jeff. I want to squirt for you.” 

Her soft lips pressed tightly against mine, opening as her tongue ran across my closed lips, prying them open and sweeping inside my mouth. I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Quickly I pulled away and gasped for breath. "Why did you stop?" She asked in a child-like voice.

She moaned as I retreated from my position hovering over her body, now kneeling between her thighs. Our eyes locked. "I do love you. I just needed you to know. No matter what happens, what the future may hold, you’re always going to be my sweet, beautiful girlfriend," I whispered. She smiled and purred.

"You called me your girlfriend… I love you too! Thank you for believing in me and forgiving me… for giving me a second chance," she moaned as I moved down her body.

Rachel's small but beautiful perfect titties rose and fell. I felt drunk. I put one hand on each and squeezed, picturing my cock between them. With my hands still kneading her perky tits, pinching her hard nipples, my eyes made their way down her stomach to her little puss. My cock was still laying over her slit blocking the view, it was an incredible sight. I lifted her thighs from either side pushing them firmly backward so her vagina was wide open and fully exposed and my heart jumped a beat at the sight of her. Rachel’s perfect smooth pink sex, glistening wet, labia swollen, pussy open and horny for me.

"I can see you're still a virgin," I stammered at the sight of her hymen protecting her sweet little hole. The hymen so intact I could barely stick a match through it.

"Yes, but not for much longer." she whispered, her breathing laboured with arousal.

"It would be an honour…" I replied, my voice hoarse and my eyes hungry. The animal inside me coming alive. I was going to claim Rachel's little cherry… soon. But not tonight. Not now. I pushed her thighs back further, lifting her ass from the bed wanting to get a good look at her asshole. The tight little pink balloon knot, glistening with her juice. I could see Rachel's body respond to my words, she groaned and stretched herself open further for me. My veiny dick throbbed as I visualized myself inside Rachel's perfect petite body. Identical in every way to her twin. I lowered my head between her legs again, tapping the tip of my tongue against her taboo asshole. Rachel's body lifted toward my mouth and she squealed with glee. I let the tip of my tongue trace slowly over her taint, then even slower as I moved it over her labia, stopping just short of her clit. My tongue traced a slow deliberate circle around it. The smell. The taste. This was fucking heaven. I looked at Rachel's face from between her legs, now lightly lapping at the cleft of her pussy. Her body responding, her hands now on my head, grabbing my hair to push my face into her sex. I resisted. "Are you ready for another orgasm, Rachel?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," she moaned, breathless. Lifting her hips and pushing my head harder downward into her pussy, she moaned. 

My balls tightened at Rachel’s unexpected dirty mouth. She began to tense as I lowered my face down, past her navel, back to her vulva and gave her cock hungry pussy a long, loving lick from the bottom of her slit to her throbbing clit. The slowness was driving her mad. She needed more. Faster. I sucked Rachel's swollen clit into my mouth. Marveling at the sight and that sweet honey taste. I suckled her clit as she moved her thighs over my shoulders, bent at the knees and feet flat on the bed finding the best position to grind her pussy into my face. I licked up and down my secret girlfriend's wet slit as she moaned and leaked into my mouth.

"You taste like your sister… and your mother," I groaned into her, my tongue back at her asshole now, the tip prying into the tightest of all her holes. She squealed, lifting her ass into my mouth. The way her body responded got me so hot. "I'm sorry I've neglected you, Rachel," I moaned as my tongue ran back up her slit to her virgin hymen. Licking circles around her hole, she pressed her pussy hard into my face. Hands on the back of my head, Rachel ground and gyrated hard into my mouth. She slid her vagina downward and pushed her clit tight against my lips. I sucked it and tongued it and licked it hungrily.

"Oh yes!" She squealed and squirmed, "Make me squirt!" I ate her good, my face all over her vulva, loving the way she pushed my face into her. She was grinding harder, her breath quickening, using my face and mouth like a sex toy. Her wetness poured from her, I licked and sucked every drop as she started to shake. "Ngggggggg! Oh fuck, here I cum," Rachel half-warned me.

I responded to Rachel's warning, and brought my mouth directly over her vagina and urethra while at the same time pressed even harder down on her hips so a vacuum was almost made between her mouth and Rachel's engorged pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssss! I'm going to… nggggggg…. cummmmiiinnnngggg!" And with those throes of sexual exclamations Rachel's paraurethral gland squirted its fluid down and out her vagina into my waiting mouth as it mixed with the pussy cream.

"Nngggghhhhh!” Rachel groaned and the intensity of her orgasm caught me by surprise. The forcefulness with which Rachel squirted her love juice and how much, was so sudden I had no choice but to try to swallow all of her cum. But as soon as I had swallowed the first mouthful, a second large amount shot into my open mouth, filling it again, and once more I swallowed all of it. I loved the taste of Rachel's semi-sweet taste so I just continued to swallow each squirt of Rachel's ejaculate as fast as it shot into my waiting and willing mouth. There were times when I was relaxing my mouth between swallows that one would catch me off guard and shoot directly down my throat.

"Nnnnghhhsssshit! I'm still cummmmming. Fuck! I love you. I love you so much!" Rachel screamed and shook and bucked her slick sopping delicious pussy into my face. I drank her orgasm, lapping at her cunny like a hungry dog and dug my fingers into her ass cheeks as I felt her squirt her pheromone laden juices into me. She was spraying my face with her pussy fluid. I couldn't believe it. I had pleasured women before but never made any cum like this. Squirting all over me.

Then it dawned on me, I was getting head. The little redhead was vibrating as she sucked me, she was shaking so much with such furious intensity, completely beyond all control. She had squirted so much of her nectar into my mouth that it overflowed, dribbling out between my lips, running all over my jaw and down my neck. That's what is so great about the sixty nine position; the better it feels for you, the more you want to make it better for the other person. You feel her suck harder, so you suck harder. She takes you deeper into her throat, you suck on her clit and lick her asshole. Quid pro quo.

Rachel lowered her mouth down on my cock slowly. She used an incredible amount of suction and took me into the back of her throat. She put her left hand on my empty balls and began to squeeze them. She took me deep down her throat and started bobbing up and down. She kissed my balls and licked them. She came up for air every few moments to catch her breath. Her lips and chin were covered in some of my pre-cum which had bubbled up. I lapped at her sensitive labia as Rachel's pussy continued to pulse her love juices into my face, making my hair wet with her feminine secretions. She grabbed my cock and started to suck it for all she was worth. We were at a full fledged sixty nine as we both readied each other for what had been brewing all night. We both shifted onto our sides as she began to give me the most amazing blowjob. She used her hands and her mouth, even taking my balls into her mouth at one point as I sat there helplessly melting into my bed and trying not to cum all over her just yet. 

“You don't need to hold on, Jeff.” She said as she took another deep breath. “Cum in my mouth when you're ready.”

“But… I'm empty! I've cum too many times!” I moaned, my body aching in agreement.

Rachel looked at me lustily, her body still cresting the waves of her orgasm. She then began to deep throat my swollen cock making it swell even more in her warm little mouth. I could feel my balls tightening up, trying to release my semen. After she got my penis hard to the point where the veins in my cock were protruding out, and my head was swollen beyond belief, she gently stroked it and whispered to me, "I am going to blow you until you release some of your delicious sperm into my mouth".

“I can't!” I panted.

"In that case, I guess you're going to have to take my virginity when you've recovered." Then she took the head of my cock back between her teeth. I almost blew my load right there as she returned my dick to her warm mouth. Her lips were swollen as she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock. I placed my hands on her head and shut my eyes as her warm, tender mouth swallowed more and more with each bob. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be married to something like this as she continued her oral attack so I intensified mine, seeking out and finding her exposed clitoris.

I was breathing heavily and moaning as she was like a boxer smelling blood. She sucked harder and faster as she was looking for the knockout. I started to pull her head up and down, jacking off with her mouth. She started to hum as she deepthroated me, sending a vibration through my cock and about curling my toes. My body tensed as I couldn't take anymore but neither could hers.

She finally bucked her spasming pussy once, twice, three times, screaming, "Yes, yessss! Suck my pussy, Jeff!" And I held Rachel's peachy ass tight into my face while she convulsed. Her body slowed as her tremors receded. But my cock expanded beyond its capacity, my balls ready to explode with cum. Rachel relaxed into the bed with a deep moan, her body going limp and thighs falling open releasing her my head. I leaned back, my face wet with my girlfriend’s cum, my cock purple and throbbing hard. Rachel moaned at the sight of me looming over her. Scared by the size of my engorged dick and excited by the animal lust in my eyes. She looked like she needed me inside her.

“I'm not popping your cherry, Rachel! We can't have sex!” I panted.

She was breathing as if she just ran a marathon as her body tingled in ecstasy. She gasped, "I know! Oh god… oh god… oh my fucking god… yes..." She was trying to compose herself as I knew she was readying herself to be fucked. “I know I need to wait… For my sister… but I think your balls have one last load in them.” Blood and sensitivity suddenly flared within my manhood and I felt my poor overworked testicles tingle. “Now give me what you've got.”

With that I put my hands behind her head and started pulling her head towards my cock. She automatically opened her mouth and took my cock into it. I gently fucked her face and I was so turned on that I knew I wasn't going to last another thirty seconds so I just told her, "Rachel, I'm… I'm going to cum for you."

As soon as our eyes met she smiled and nodded. I let go of her head and squeezed a pillow as I willed my nuts to empty once more. My cock thickened inside her mouth and I let loose with a thunderous orgasm. I blew wad after wad into her mouth as I could see she was working hard at swallowing. I exploded down her throat and I watched her swallow, gag, and swallow and gag again. She was trying to swallow it all but some of my cum was leaking out and she was trying to catch it with her hand and she kept swallowing as fast as she could. I saw a tear fall from her eye and a look of bewilderment on her face as she tried to swallow all that I could pump into her belly. Cum started to back out through the sides of her mouth as she pulled back. I continued to let loose as she swallowed and held my cock, allowing me to shoot cum into her face. She then opened her mouth and pointed my cock so that she could take it in her mouth. Every time she swallowed, my cock would shoot more into her face. This continued for what seemed like forever and when I finally was spent, she sucked on my cock as if to empty all of its contents. She had cum dripping from her eyebrows, nose and chin. She also had a rope in her hair as she eagerly swallowed the remains. She sat up and wiped my cum off her face and into her hand.

I heard movement downstairs in the kitchen. By now my orgasm was almost done but Rachel was still sucking my cock as hard as she could. I pulled her off my cock saying, "Rachel, my parents are awake!"

She was totally out of it, and what I said didn't really register. In a daze she said, "Ahhh, What? Oh fuck." And then she jumped up and began pulling on her clothes in a panic.

I barely had my pants buttoned and I stumbled downstairs as Rachel shot out the back door. I had just dropped onto our couch when my Mom walked in and said, "Are you okay? Jeff? You look exhausted… is that sweat? You're dripping wet!"

I was still leaking cum into my Calvin's and my ears were still ringing from the massive orgasm I just had and all I could do was mumble an incoherent, "Sorry Mom, I have literally just finished… a run… with Rachel. We decided a workout would ease our… frustrations."

Just then there was a knock at the front door. Mom quickly opened it to see Rachel standing there. “Ah, yes, you look all sticky too… did you enjoy your run?”

I nodded my head frantically, behind my mothers back, trying to get Rachel’s attention. Rachel smiled and said, “Yes, we just got back… we both needed that. I was just sent over to deliver a message: Jessica is up, and so is Mom and Dad. They want to invite you all over for dinner.”

“Is Jessica feeling better? Oh… Your Mom and Dad are up too? Were they sleeping?”

“Oh yeah, probably. Everyone seems to have had an exhausting day,” Rachel laughed, “I’ve been to Uni but Jessica has spent the day in bed. I wish I was her.” She said, looking at me. I understood precisely what she meant even if it was lost on my mother.

“Yes, I think we all could use some bed rest,” Dad said as he entered the room. 

He gave me an odd look then smiled when he looked at Rachel. I smiled back and headed for the door to walk with Rachel back to her house. We needed to talk to Jessica… and soon. Things were changing… everything seemed to be slotting into place, with both Sophie and now Rachel. The future was going to be challenging but for the first time in over a year I felt content. As I passed my Mom she grabbed me and gave me a big hug then she smiled and pulled Rachel in for a kiss on the cheek too. She looked at her and with a motherly gesture, she wiped something white that was smeared above her lip. 

"You had a little something there, but it’s gone now." I stared at Rachel with wide eyes as her cheeks began to redden.

"Sorry, I’ve just guzzled down something creamy just before I came to the door. Hey Jeff, are you coming?" Again her double meaning wasn’t lost on me and to save us both from further embarrassment I raced after her as she walked away, strutting like a goddess, which in my eyes she now was.

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Life is often not what you plan it to be. Take me for instance. If you would have told me when I moved here a year ago I'd be recovering from an abusive relationship, impregnated my nextdoor neighbour, and had now fallen in love with her twin daughters, you would probably think it was at best far-fetched, or that I was insane. Just to be clear, it was the latter. Even the thought of what had happened in the last twelve months terrified me beyond words. But it happened, and I was now secretly dating two wonderful twin girls, Rachel and Jessica, and in such a short time that most terrifying situation became reality. My unborn son would be Rachel and Jessica's baby brother. Life isn't always what you plan it to be, but the old saying is that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. So I did my best to squeeze the lemons and give my best to Sophie and Joseph's daughters.

It had been almost a week since the incident and Jessica had now fully recovered. It did feel like the reset button had been pressed and my life and my world seemed to be falling back into some sense of order. Rachel loved the new dynamic and excelled in her assignment as the chaos of our lives was replaced with serenity. Even the libidos of the girls seemed to decrease and the collision course I had with their virtuous virginities seemed to become less important. To be totally honest, I needed the rest! The twins and I instead agreed to take things slowly and let it happen… naturally. Secretly I thought they were waiting for my nineteenth birthday. Either way, the breakneck speed of recent events had been replaced with a more sedated pace as the three of us felt our way forward. The twins were truly identical. They had fair, freckled complexions and vivid green eyes that twinkled when they smiled. Rachel and Jessica certainly didn't need any make-up in order to look beautiful. A mane of thick red hair complimented her soft angelic features perfectly, and to the envy of my friends, I lived next door to them. As far as everyone was concerned, Jessica and I were an item. But that left Rachel available. Fortunately for me, she was studious and had little time or need to respond to any of their advances and, in the week that followed, I think they all assumed she was gay. That suited me. Because I didn't think any of them were good enough for my Rachel. 

On a quiet day during the week I headed next door knowing Jessica wasn't going to be on campus. When I arrived at her door Jess invited me inside and I followed her into the living room. She had a slender athletic build with long, smooth, ivory legs and a tight, round ass under a pair of white tennis shorts. Her pink lips curled in a little bit of a smirk. The collection of freckles on the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks always mesmerized me. What appeared to be a flustered blush extended from her cheeks to her upper chest where another collection of freckles gathered. Her breasts were not as big as Ellen’s or her mothers but her oversized blouse hinted at their perfection, and I could easily see the shape of two hardening nipples, poking through the material. The unbuttoned top of the shirt revealed the beginnings of her cleavage. Her orangy coloured freckles spilled down her shoulders, slowly widening over the teardrop shapes contained within the blouse. The twins both had small but very perky breasts with pink nipples standing proud at the perfect peaks. 

I would have loved to allow my gaze to linger, but dared not draw any further attention to my fixation on Jessica’s boobs. Instead my eyes traveled down a familiar flat tummy I had seen in my fantasies for the past month. Tracing out to her hips, past the figure hugging tennis shorts and down her thighs, I savoured this moment, her long legs capped by the brightest hot pink set of running shoes I had ever seen. It almost felt somehow indecent as I brought my vision back up the intersection of those long legs. My brain felt like it had touched a live wire. It felt like my mind was trying to burn the vision before me into long term memory. I think I lost the ability to not stare and form coherent words when she stretched and canted her hips forward. The move exposed a glimpse of her tummy button. My fugue was pierced by a voice. "Hello?"

Quickly, but trying not to be too obvious and likely failing miserably, I brought my eyes up to meet hers. I could feel my anatomy stirring, my penis felt like it was drooling a steady stream of precum into my boxers. I tried to start working out signal loss equations in my mind, distracting myself from the redheaded goddess before me. Anything I could think of to keep from embarassing myself She's real and in front of you, Don't fuck this up. "Jess..." Well, that's not a great start. "Jessica… shit you look good!" not a great follow up either.

For Jessica's part she seemed to take the comment in stride, seemingly completely confident in the unexpected situation. "I noticed your appreciation." She replied with a wink looking down at my groin. "You look uncomfortable." Oh shit, did my cock just bounce? Come on, think of a follow-up. She’s the right sister! She is everything to me. Tell her something. “Nice shoes?" What fuck was that?

Jessica's face contorted into a fake pout, at least I hoped it was fake. "Ah, are you saying you don't like the rest of my outfit?" I watched as she looked herself up and down, lifting her foot to inspect the only things she was wearing. My eyes couldn't help being drawn back to her beautiful boobs. Her pose was giving me an even more spectacular view of her small but perfectly formed titties. Jess put her foot back down and twirled in place, revealing a pert and toned booty.

"No..." I tumbled on his words again, this time hypnotized by her motions. "No, it looks fantastic on you. I especially like the contrasting colours, highlighting your... Uh, features." I glanced down at myself to see my penis was tenting my jeans out in front of me, I could feel the foreskin was pulling back from the head of my cock as it prepared itself for intercourse.

After staring for what probably was too long a time I glanced up and she was looking directly at me. I must have turned the brightest red possible. She looked at me, smiled and said: "I love you. I love that you love looking at me, the way you react… I guess it's the highest compliment a woman can get."

What shocked me the most was that she turned an embarrassing moment into something nice with her kindness. God, I loved her so much. We chatted for a bit in the kitchen while she made us drinks. She told me that her Mum and Dad were due back home soon but her sister would be at University all day. 

“Does that mean we are both free this afternoon?” I asked.

"Very much so," she noted with a smile. A smile that I was beginning to like more and more.

“Shall we go out?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Jeffrey?” She said in formal tones.

“I guess I am,” I chuckled and linked my arm into hers and headed out into the world without any fears.

We had a pleasant afternoon, shopping and enjoying each other's company and when we returned home Sophie and Joseph were staring at us… but we're wearing smiles. It made me uncomfortable. Jessica headed upstairs to change leaving me with her parents. As soon as Jessica had disappeared out of sight they changed their mood and, together, guided me into their kitchen. Their serious expressions concerned me.

“Jeff, we need your help,” Joseph said quietly.

“Anything. You know I'd do anything for you. For any one of you. What's wrong?”

“It's the twins,” Sophie said with an enigmatic smile, “they just won't listen to our… advice. We are hoping you might want to help?”

“Of course, anything for your family,” I said wondering what was on their minds.

“You may have noticed,” began Joseph, “that thier… sudden rush to lose their virginities has… wavered over the last few days.”

“Jeff, they are on their periods,” Sophie declared out right. “But that’s not the problem. It never has been… until now.”

“They are refusing to take any… precautions,” Joseph said, his voice dripping with concern.

“And they still want to have sex with you… and soon. So we are going to need your help.”

“I'll… I'll not… I mean I'll wear a condom. Shit! I'll do anything!” I said suddenly panicked at this turn in our conversation.

“No, no, no!” Sophie swiftly replied, “They are eighteen, you're nearly nineteen. You're adults but… you aren't ready for children. You said it yourself? They aren't either but they don't care. The last year has been hell for them too and if Jessica conceives your baby then I'm sure she will be quite happy to become a teenage mother.”

“But, as a parent, we would love them to wait… a year or two at least. Finishing with University. Maybe even begin their careers. You're a year ahead of them… maybe you want that too?” Joseph enquired, “Jeff, they are young. They have led rather sheltered lives and now, the most handsome, loving and generous man has fallen into Jessica's lap and we all know… she would do anything for you.” 

“And we all know they both would do anything to keep you,” Sophie added. “Sex is a natural part of becoming an adult and learning about yourself. Therefore, sex also represents you growing older and becoming an adult. Rachel and Jessica will always be our little girls and we… are hardly the best examples. They aren't interested in listening to our views on birth control. I still think of them as my babies, I don't want to believe that they are women, with boobs, and vaginas and now they have a healthy interest in sex… with one particular boy.”

“I think it came as a shock to them when we brought up the topic of starting birth control. We are trying to allow them space to process what this means. We are not only asking about the logistics of birth control, but we’re also asking them to see us, you and themselves differently. We want you to talk to them.”

“About sex and birth control? I'm sure they already know,” I desperately tried to evade their implications.

“Jeff, talking to my daughter… both daughters, about starting birth control shows that you are taking responsibility for their health and wellness when it comes to their sex lives. We know you love them. They will approach you and this… tricky topic… differently than they did with us. It can seem overwhelming to begin the conversation, but you will feel much better moving forward.” Sophie looked at me. I don't know if she noticed that she had subconsciously put her hand on her baby bump. “Just to be clear, if you and Jessica both decide that you want to start your own family then we are not opposed to it. Love will find a way and as you said, nothing bad can come from so much love.”

“We just want you all to be in control of your lives and whatever pathway you choose,” Joseph continued, “We want you to enjoy sex. You know us by now, we think sex is important. But if we can help you in the process of obtaining birth control, if you have someone to guide you through the process, we are here for you. Your Mom and I used to run a business that might help you on your journey. I still have some contacts.” Mom met my father when they started a sex toy business together. It had been quite a money spinner until they sold the business shortly after I was born.

“We are here to help you in any way you see fit, but there is something else; a personal concern of mine,” Sophie said softly, “for two decades… I was infertile. Joseph was and still is a virile man… but I couldn't have any more children. Your Mom thought it was a genetic condition but…” she looked down at her tummy, “you have turned that diagnosis on its head. But, to be honest with you, I don't know what it means for my daughters. I did have my children young… maybe they are drawn to having babies at a younger age too… maybe their bodies are trying to tell them something. Maybe they are trying to tell us something?”

She was looking at Joseph as she said the words. He sighed, nodded and smiled. Then Jessica bounced downstairs in a change of clothes and cuddled into my side. But I understood now. I needed to slow things down between us. In a week, or maybe just days, Jessica and Rachel would have expectations and they would expect me to fulfil them. I needed to help them find other outlets for their sexual fulfillment, or get them on birth control. I vowed to buy a collection of different condoms for us to try. 

I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'd dearly love to still have the innocent times before my neighbours. But that wasn't what I got. Instead I have two of the most precious things on earth to care for and love. It wasn't going to be easy, and at times I knew things would become impossibly difficult and uncomfortable. But Jessica is an intelligent eighteen year old. I discussed my need to take things a little more slowly and she naturally assumed it was because of Ellen's shadow. Either way, we agreed to build up to “the event” that we both knew was coming. Both hers and her sister's compassion and maturity shone through. The conversation that had been tricky for their parents was painless and swift with me. We discussed among other things, the virtues of abstinence and saving it for someone we loved and not treating sex or each other as a commodity to be traded around like so many young people did today. When we chose to have sex, it would be on our terms. It would be special… and they said openly that they were aiming to make my birthday special. At least that gave me a little time to make the preparations.

The next day they made an appointment with their gynecologist at my Mom's clinic for them to talk about birth control. They had me come in and listen to the doctor as they decided which form was the best for them. There was no drama. They both happily agreed to go on the pill. I left during their pelvic exams, feeling more uncomfortable about it than they apparently did. After their exams I met again with the doctor to discuss their results and their prescriptions. I'd known my Mom's colleague for a number of years now, and even knew her son. Because of our history she felt comfortable suggesting that I get them more appropriate things to use than the handle of a hair brush, the twins went bonkers and suggested that they would be more than willing to go on a shopping trip with me.

Joseph spoke to my dad and within minutes, without embarrassment, he was recommending a sex store for me to make my purchases. I reluctantly headed there with Jessica, Rachel, Sophie and Joseph the next day. The adult store was not seedy or secretive, my first visit to such an establishment was a pleasant surprise. Even the fact that I was shopping for sex aids and contraceptives with the twins' and their parents didn't phase me. We analysed and discussed the virtues of some of the things on offer and I selected some appropriate devices, ending up with two simple torpedo shaped vibrators for the girls as Sophie made a few extra purchases to add to my haul and Joseph found some useful things for the reignited sex life with his wife. The discussions we had were without any stigma. They really were a sexually awakened family. It was unconventional and eye opening!

The sales clerk, a very good looking thirty something young woman, apparently sensing my discomfort, suggested that she instruct the twins on their vibrators use as well as proper cleaning. While I was sure Jessica didn't really need any such instruction, she seemed to revel in my discomfort as she lifted her skirt in a private fitting area in such a way that she could remove her underwear and insert the vibrating device into herself while coyly blocking my view of her pussy. The view still left me feeling extremely horny and uncomfortable at the same time. The clerk explained what it would mean if either of the twins inserted anything deeper into their vaginas but they both wanted to keep their hymens intact… with a knowing smile towards me.

The days went by without incident. The twins were on the pill. Everything was… safe… non-penatritive. It wasn’t that we suddenly abstained from sex, it was probably the opposite! We made out frequently. I went on dates with both twins and Jessica even slept with me. Our relationship was growing, blossoming naturally. Without the threat of her big sister we were able to be ourselves. Rachel and I were more secretive, never really dating in public, but our situations meant we were able to balance our studies with our love life. I had noticed that at home my girls became less concerned about how they covered their developing bodies, becoming increasingly confident and often wearing things that were far more revealing than I would have been allowed in public. They argued that they weren't in public, but I didn't know how to explain that the difference was that they were becoming young adult women, not the little girls I bathed with as children. I was far too busy between Uni and keeping up with the girls and all their activities to really have time to argue. Or at least that was the excuse I used, an excuse that I was about to regret using. The eighteen year old twins would in a few short weeks be finishing their first year in college and that would leave us all more time… to be together.

The next time I saw Jessica at Uni, she flashed me another of those huge smiles and I could see her nipples begin to swell through her blouse. I'm pretty sure she knew I could see how she reacted to seeing me and she just continued to smile. If I had had any doubts about whether she had liked being with me, they were gone along with some of her inhibitions regarding how she displayed herself and her sexuality. The twins' parents did their best to keep them on a pretty short leash, and understandably so. It was difficult for them to steal any real time away to spend time with me. Over the next few weeks, I secretly dated Rachel and then publicly went out with Jessica, only occasionally going out for dinner as a threesome. We chatted a lot and snuck a few kisses here but things never went any further. They told me that it was very important to them to still be virgins and that I could and would be popping cherries as soon as the time was right. I could wait. Our sex didn’t need to be so secretive or hurried any more. There was no pressure to engage in sexual intercourse and we used and enjoyed some of our new sex toys but quickly realised we didn't really need them. We were happiest when we were pleasuring each other, skin on skin. Even Sophie gave me time to come to terms with the evolution of my relationship with them all.

Almost a month after the Ellen confrontation our combined families were invited to watch the inter-college football competition the twins had been training for. They both still snuck glances up at the stands where we sat, much to the amusement of the folks around me. I'm sure some thought I was their brother and I clapped and cheered when they finished on the podium like we were family. With their matches over, my concentration was solely on the event so I didn't notice anything about my surroundings, and that's when I felt a hand in each of mine. The people around us laughed at me doing a double-take at an identical flame haired twin in each hand. Although we were still feeling our way with each other, it was things we did with each other in public that drew the greatest respect from each of us. It was my Dad who obviously noticed that the twins seemed to be spending more time with me than with their friends. “Both of them?” he asked one evening. I just shrugged my shoulders and said that he must be exaggerating.

Our dating had progressed from dating weekly to dating twice per weekend to dates almost every night. Jessica was now my ‘official’ girlfriend, with Rachel remaining a secret and as my relationship with Jess progressed I sensed that Rachel was trying to give us more space… to do things… but we still hadn't had pentarative sex together. My friends boasted that by the fifth or sixth date, they would be having sex. But Jessica and I, well, we had already enjoyed pleasuring each other so the pressure to get her into bed was not an issue even though we were now well beyond a dozen dates. We'd go out, have a great date, whether dinner or dancing or a movie, laughed our asses off most of the time and would spend at least an hour making out in my car in front of our neighbouring houses, before she said good night and got out of the car. That's not to say we were completely celebate! Jessica and I spent a lot of our hot sessions dry humping and pleasuring each other orally. Simply being in close proximity to the orange haired vixen would be enough to give me an erection and she loved to grind her sex over me until one or both of us came in our pants! While she humped herself against me I had her glorious little boobies to play with, with her thick nipples, and I could tell she was having little orgasms from the stimulation, but she'd slap my hand if my bare penis strayed anywhere near her naked vagina and would announce with a wicked smile, "Not yet."

It never felt like Jessica was being a cock-tease, even though my balls ached after a couple of those nights and I had to masturbate to get to sleep whilst going down on Rachel who, afterwards, would expect me to share every detail of each public date with her identical twin. We were all waiting for something, something to give us permission to go further. I didn't know what it was, but I was willing to find out and until then I wouldn’t pressure her into sex. She wanted losing her virginity to be special, and I wanted that too. I was already in love with Jess, and there was no way I was going to screw that up by being too demanding with her. I'd actually even browsed a couple of jewelry stores, because I knew I could never live without her. Not an engagement ring, not yet, but I thought a friendship ring, a bracelet or some nice earrings would be a nice step in that direction.

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Towards the end of term Jessica texted me that she wanted to meet after Uni at the food court at the mall closest to the campus, and we'd see what movies were playing, and either see one, or decide where else to go. I got done with my architectural work and sent Jessica a quick text saying I was on my way. The mall was only ten minutes away but I'd been expecting to be finished a little earlier. But when you're planning the electrics for a huge project, sometimes you have to finish a problem or you'll be thinking about it all night. We had lunch together and decided, as we often did, that we should head out to the little café up in the mountains. This time her sister was available and half an hour later Rachel was in the back seat of my car as Jessica and I drove up towards the mountains. The twins were wearing tight jeans, tight low-cut tops, and stylish leather jackets. They had the same deep, emerald green eyes, which lately seemed to have a permanently sultry gleam. The same lusciously thick, wavy, shoulder-length red hair. The same full red lips, and the same perfectly smooth skin. They also had the same small but creamy, ripe-looking tits. 

By now we were fairly regular visitors to the little café by the lake but this was the first time we would be visiting our secret rendezvous deliberately as a threesome. There was nothing 'chain' looking about the place, just a little independent café struggling to bring in customers an hour's drive from the city. Not Starbucks, Café Costa but a little 'genuine' place, run by the same family for decades. We were never disappointed in the little café; though I had no idea as we parked up outside it in the springtime sunshine just how important it would prove to be. The 'ting' of the bell as we entered the café pleased me. It had a reassuringly old-fashioned sound, it was indeed a real bell, and the chairs, table, décor and counter of the place gave the same appearance. It was not at all newly fitted out and we took to it immediately. Behind the counter a young woman was serving a customer. Her name was Molly and we had seen her before. She was friendly and welcoming and I loved her northern accent when she replied to my request for coffee.

The twins and I sat at one of the few small tables, marble topped, drinking our coffee. It was just what we needed and we began chatting and discussing how we might spend the rest of the afternoon. The weather was reasonable, the lake beckoned and the mountain called. The forest would offer us some isolation if we needed any intimate time together. We had decided, during the journey, that we would head out straightway and drink our coffees as we walked, but the cute café pleased us and so did the young waitress. Molly was a stunning looking woman, with a cappuccino coloured skin, like her grandmother who ran the business and prepared the food. My guess was she was in her early-20s. Slim but with some very nice curves. Her uniform consisted of a short little black skirt that didn't even reach mid-thigh. Her feet sat atop shiny black stilettos. The most eye-catching part for me was from the waist up. Her long, almost black hair wrapped around a beautiful round face and fell half way down her back. She was wearing a tight, breezy white button down blouse that did nothing to hide her breasts. Her dark pink areolas were quite easy to see and her erect, gumdrop sized nipples looked like two pencil erasers poking through the shirt. I was in no hurry to venture outside and Rachel agreed. With Jessica outvoted we sat indoors and shared stories with Molly and each other as customers came and went.

The coffee was good, and as business picked up we watched the young woman dealing with her customers. A ready smile and a readiness to talk. Behind her, working away at preparing any requested sandwiches, her maternal grandmother worked tirelessly to create a happy atmosphere. I bought us another round of coffees and, often as not, buying us some slices of Molly’s hot cherry pies. It was good to be a 'regular,' good because Molly and her grandmother always greeted me by name and gave us all extra large portions. "What do you think of the waitress? She's pretty, isn't she?" Jessica asked me.

"She's nice, I suppose." I replied.

“We noticed your eyes lingered on her,” Rachel continued. "She has a cute little ass, doesn't she?"

She did have a nice ass. "Yes, she does, now that you mention it." I acknowledged.

"What do you think of her legs?" Jessica asked.

The young waitress had nice legs which were exposed to well above her knees. We were watching her move around the restaurant serving other customers. "She has nice legs." I admitted.

Rachel continued. "What about her tits? Hers look amazing… Wouldn't you like to see them?"

I like tits, and Molly’s were perfectly proportioned for her body, so I admitted. "Well yes, they were hard to miss. I like her tits." I was wondering what the teasing was all about.

"I'll bet she has a firm little body," Rachel said.

Jessica looked at her sister in surprise, then chuckling she replied, "I'll bet she does."

"Would you like to see her naked?" Jessica asked me.

"Of course. I like naked women." I replied.

"Women? Plural? You’d like to see all three of us naked together?” She challenged me.

I decided to play along with this game and said, "Well, now you’ve brought it up… I'd like to see her naked. She’s cute… but you are cuter. I am happy to know that I am dating the most beautiful women in the world."

Jess, blushed but Rachel continued with a far away look in her eyes, "Think about how her nice little tits would look, bouncing and jiggling around."

I nodded. Jess looked confused. Now we were both thinking about Molly’s bouncing boobs. And so, it seemed, was Rachel.

Jessica reached over, under the long table cloth. We were sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant. My girlfriend publicly rubbed my penis through my pants.

"You're getting hard thinking about that hot little waitress, aren't you?"

"I'm getting hard because you’re both here and you are rubbing my cock and talking about tits."

She continued to rub me. Molly brought us the drinks that we had ordered and began to tell us about the dinner specials. Since Rachel had brought it up, I took notice of the young lady's chest, barely listening to her as she explained the menu options. Jessica said we needed a few minutes before ordering. Molly smiled at us then noticed Rachel staring. She immediately began blushing and walked away, Rachel and I stared at her firm ass. She was a small girl, with a lot of curves.

“Jeff, do you remember the time we got so horny we had to go and use the bathroom together.” Jessica whispered, interrupting my thoughts. Rachel laughed.

“Yes, this place has a special place in my heart,” I laughed along with her.

Jessica reached under the table. I was sitting with my back to the wall, facing the restaurant, with Rachel to the right of me and Rachel on my left. Jess started to rub my penis again. "Get it out." She quietly instructed me. I looked at her like she was crazy, but she repeated her instruction. "Come on, it needs some attention. If you get your cock out I’ll play with it."

"Are you crazy? I'll get arrested. People will see."

She persisted. "Nobody can see with the table-cloth covering us. Let’s show Rachel how it's done here. I’m horny and we haven’t done this in ages. Please?" That was pretty persuasive.

I unzipped my fly and reached in and pulled the end of my cock out of my pants. Jessica reached over and touched it.

"Unbuckle your pants and your belt so I have easier access. I want you to rub your cock and your balls when the waitress comes back. I want to masturbate you while you order dinner." Shit! Jessica was horny and now so was I. I slowly did as I was told, but I was afraid of being seen. I liked it when Jessica got daring and showed off, but I was a chicken, not very daring. Jessica looked at me with her sexy smile and said, "Just think about me sitting on your face tonight. I can't wait to have your tongue inside me. Think about that." I began to get a pretty-good hard-on. Then she continued, "I'd like to see you fuck that little waitress, Molly." I groaned and she continued. "I'll bet she has a pretty little pussy. Would you like to have her ride your face… or ride this?" My girlfriend began to rub my dick and Rachel began giggling uncontrollably. The waitress came back. She sat there with one hand under the table, trying to not be obvious, but was stroking my prick. Jessica looked at me with lust in her eyes when I ordered us some special subs while she rubbed my cock and I imagined what the young lady would look like naked. When Molly leaned over to get my menu from me, I got a glimpse down her blouse and saw the tops of her breasts. The contrast of her dark skin and the white bra was very erotic. My penis was throbbing now.

While the young lady went to place our dinner order, Jessica continued. "She is cute. What would you like to do to Molly? Would you like to eat? Maybe she would suck your cock. Would you like that?"

"Of course, I would. What man wouldn't?" I said.

Jessica continued, "You'd be cheating on me if you fucked her. Does that bother you?"

"Of course it does but you’re the one who brought it up. I wouldn't have been thinking about seeing her naked if you hadn't mentioned it." Then I said, "Besides, it wouldn't be cheating if you were there. Maybe you could participate. I'd like to see her eat your pussy… or Rachel’s." I could tease too.

Jessica’s eyes sparkled, "Oh, that’s something we could arrange! Would you like to see me with Molly or Rachel? What would you want us to do?"

I played along with her fantasy, "I'd like to see her eat your pussy and then you eat her. I'd fill her with cum and you could lick it out of her pussy."

Rachel liked that. She reached under and grabbed my cock, helping Jessica to jack me off. "I would like to watch you fuck her, she’s very pretty," Rachel said lustfully.

Damn, I was hard. Molly came back with our sandwiches. The twins were gently rubbing my cock; I was very close to cumming. The waitress had no idea that Rachel and I were ogling her and Jessica was talking about me fucking her. When I groaned a little, I think I made it obvious that something was happening under the table. Molly gave us a quizzical look and stared at Rachel and Rachel stared back into Molly's hazel eyes that sparkled in the sunshine. It was Rachel’s emerald green eyes that had captured my heart when our eyes first met a year ago. Something was happening here. 

"I've seen the way you look at me," Molly whispered in her right ear, her body brushing against her back, her nose flirting with her straight hair, her mouth hanging an inch away from her skin.

But then left our table. Jessica looked at Rachel, looked at me and then her mouth opened. Realising. Rachel was blushing. She was aroused and had that look she got when she was extremely horny. She had unbuttoned her blouse to the top of her bra and her foot was stroking my calf. Jessica’s hand had stopped rising and falling under the table and Rachel was still focused on Molly, now behind the counter again.

"She wants to fuck you." Jessica said to her sister.

I hadn't picked up on those signals, but I'm naïve about sensing what women are thinking. "Don't be silly," her twin replied.

“She's pretty! I think it's nice,” chirped Jessica, “and if I’m not mistaken… you like her!”

“I do not!” Rachel shot back, “but you do! You're the one who wants a threesome with her!”

“Jeff thinks she's cute and that's all that matters!” Jessica said forthrightly, “He’s probably comparing her to us right now. I better take his mind off her… and back on me…” 

Jessica gently took hold of my penis once more and dragged my foreskin up and down over my cock head as Molly brought our three slices of cherry pie. The significance wasn't lost on me. It seemed like she had unbuttoned another button on her blouse. I wasn't sure, but I could see more of her chest. Her bra was pulled away from one of her breasts and I looked at the soft flesh while wondering what Molly would look like naked. I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse. I wondered if she shaved her pubic hair or whether she had a full bush. That's when I realised Jessica was right and I chuckled to myself. As we ate our hot pies, Jessica continued to tease us, a wicked grin on her face;  "Do you think she shaves her pussy? Should I shave mine? Would you like her more if she did, Rachel? Maybe you should shave yours so Jeff can tell us apart?"

I looked at Jessica and spared Rachel from her sisterly torment, "You know I like your pussy. I love your furry triangle. You're both so hot when you’re naked. Never change."

"I love it that you like me as I am. I love it that I make you hard, like this." She was right. I had a hard-on watching Molly but Rachel and Jessica could make me melt with just a look. “But perhaps… I need to compete.”

She unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse and pulled it open so I could see the top of her breasts. She smiled. She pulled her bra open a bit, revealing the edge of her areola. I reached over and stroked her leg, feeling the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I touched her panties and felt the wetness emanating from her aroused pussy. "We need to behave ourselves," I said with a smile and kissed her fully on the lips. It was a kiss, a simple playful kiss, meant in jest but filled with love, promise and hope. The promise and hope that stirred in my heart and belly with the excitement of the kiss. She broke away breathlessly and dropped my twitching erection.

“We are not being fair on Rachel…” she gasped, but in all honesty, Rachel hadn't even noticed. She was still staring at Molly.

Before I could say anything Jessica turned my head to face her; she had a piece of cherry pie in her hand. "Open wide," she instructed, quickly placing the sweet treat on my tongue, then watched me explore the flavours mixing in her mouth. She prepared a second serving, offered it to me and she fed me the same way. I'm pleased with the combinations of flavours, textures and temperatures, all in one small bite and with the pleasure of sharing with her.

“How do you like my cherry pie?” She whispered softly.

“Don't tell Molly,” I breathed, “but yours is the best.”

We don't get as far as a second serving. We collapsed to the bench seat next to her sister and she peppered me with passionate kisses, the flavours still mixing as our tongues entangled. My hands started wandering over her body, admiring the curve of her breasts under the thin sweater, only a sheer camisole underneath. Down to her smooth thighs, teasing under the edge of her skirt. I heard her whisper into my ear, "That was just the appetizer, would you like to try the real dessert?"

I murmured sounds suitably welcoming to the thought. We pulled upright and fixed ourselves and Molly wandered back over to our table as other customers began to finish up and leave. “Hi… errrr… would you like some extra slices of cherry pie, we have lots left over?” She asked.

“Rachel would love to taste your cherry pie,” Jessica offered and Rachel turned bright red, “yes please, we would love some.”

“Add them to our bill,” I happily added to which Molly shook her head, her dark hair swishing about her shoulders.

“That's not necessary. With compliments from grandma.” Molly replied, “You always seem to come here and it must be such a long drive from the city?” 

“It's a pleasant enough drive when you have good company,” I said, squeezing Rachel's knee, trying to break the spell she seemed to be under, “The quiet one here is Rachel. That's Jessica her sister and I'm Jeff. Thank you for always being so welcoming. We love it here!”

“I'd love to be in the city!” Molly replied, “It's lovely to meet you… Rachel.” She took Rachel's hand and gave it a squeeze. Rachel still said nothing but smiled back at her. Jessica nudged me, her green eyes wide in wonder. “I must admit, it took a while for grandma and me to work out there were two of you. You had us mightily confused each time you visited, you always kept yourselves separate."

“They confused me too,” I admitted with a laugh.

“Still… it's lovely to see… two people… so obviously in love. I don't get to see a lot of romance up here.”

“Speaking of Romance…” Jessica interjected, shuffling down to the end of the bench seat, “I think we should leave Molly and Rachel to get acquainted while… Jeff and I use the bathroom.” Jessica winked at me and Rachel rolled her eyes.

“Oh no, not again,” Molly sighed a happy sigh. Jessica and I froze. “I know you were trying to be covert but… in a place as isolated as this, being covert stood out like a sore thumb! Grandma and I knew exactly what you were doing in the men's bathroom stall that time…” Molly's eyes fell on mine and I turned as red as Rachel. She giggled and she let go of Rachel's hand. I hadn't even realised they were still holding hands! “I'll get you some extra slices of pie. Custard or cream?”

“Cream please. Always cream. Thanks Molly,” Jessica said when it became apparent that Rachel and I were lost for words, “these two will have your cream too, if you think they deserve it?”

“Oh they do,” Molly flashed her smile, then addressing Rachel, “I'll make sure you get all the cream.”

Then she twirled away from the table and left us to decompress what had just happened. “Rachel!” Jessica hissed, “Molly was flirting with you!”

“She was not!” Rachel immediately retorted in defence.

“Yes she was and you were flirting back!” 

“I was not… well… I might have been… just a little bit. Didn't you notice the colour of her eyes?”

“No,” I giggled, “but it seems you did. I was looking at her other attributes. So what colour are her eyes?”

“I couldn't work it out,” Rachel said, dreamily, “Green? Maybe amber… or hazel… or light brown… anyway, more importantly, what were you doing in a boys toilet cubicle with Jeff, little sister?”

“We were performing sex acts on each other that aren't permissible in a public café… Unlike you! You were just undressing our sexy waitress with your eyes in full view of everyone!" Again Rachel turned bright red. Fuck! It was true! Jessica probed further, "Would you fuck Molly if you get the chance? I could ask her for you… she can't tell us apart."

“Don't you dare!”

"What if I could get Molly to meet you in the bathroom? Would you like that?" she asked.

“Jessica!” Rachel stared at her sister. "You're nuts. She'd never do that."

Jessica persisted, "That's not what I asked. And I noticed you didn't say no. If Molly is interested… Would you like to get intimate with her?"

She decided to call her sisters bluff, "Okay, sure, she's cute. I'd kiss her. What would you like me to do?"

"I'd love to watch you kissing, but I think you’d prefer to see her naked? Perhaps you're a lesbian now and you want to go down on her while she eats you?" Jessica laughed.

Rachel looked stunned. She looked at me, almost pleading and then back to her little sister. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed before she announced, rather too loudly, “I'm not a lesbian!”

That's the moment the waitress came back to our table. She had a tray of cookies and three fresh lattes of desserts. Molly’s light hazel eyes were sparkling and she was smiling as she leaned over to show them to us. Rachel once again was struck dumb as she noticed her new friend had unbuttoned her blouse to where we could see the top of her bra constraining her pretty tits. I could've sworn that she looked at me and licked her lips but it was clear, her display was meant for one pair of eyes in particular. She set the desserts on our table and stood up next to Rachel for a moment. They shared a look, then she smiled, winked at her and walked away. Her cute little ass swayed provocatively as she walked.

I was now stunned. I looked at Jessica. "What's going on?"

She just smiled and said, "Wouldn't you like to suck those nipples?"

"Does the bear shit in the woods?" I laughed, “What do you think, Rachel?”

“I think you should eat your cookies!”

We ate the biscuits and talked about the things we planned to do the next day. Rachel was completely enchanted with Molly and when she returned to clear our table I invited her to sit with us much to Rachel’s embarrassment. The café had cleared out and her grandmother was out of site in the kitchen. I was still sitting between Jessica and Rachel and Molly slotted in on the other side of the enamoured twin.

“It’s beautiful here, do you live close by?” I asked Molly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“I live upstairs with my grandmother. It’s small but we have everything we need. It’s beautiful here but there’s nothing much to do. My friends tend to be the regulars who come up to the mountains or the lake but it’s pretty dead during the week.”

“We come here as often as we can,” Jessica said cheerily, "it's so serene.”

“Trust me, the city is full of crime and awful people who only think about themselves.” Rachel added, “You’re better off here.”

“I’d rather be anywhere you are,” Molly replied with a twinkle in her eye, “you’re both so pretty… you’re so lucky. Are you students?”

“Yes, I'm studying to be an architect. Jessica wants to be a project manager and Rachel is looking to start a business… or save the world. Probably both!”

“It figures,” Molly said, placing her hand over Rachel’s on top of the table. “I’m a student too. I guess I’m a few years older than you though and it’ll take me longer to qualify. I’m training online. I want to be a nurse specialising in pediatrics or midwifery. I still have a couple of years to go. I need to sort out a final work placement and specialise but my grandma needs me here.” Then, she continued with a whisper, “I can’t wait to leave!”

“Hey, my Mom runs a fertility clinic attached to the hospital back in the city. I’ll give her your details. She’s always looking for help.”

“You are fucking kidding me!” Molly exclaimed, “That would be amazing!”

She grabbed Rachel’s chin and kissed her. Rachel opened her eyes wide in surprise but sat motionless when she felt Molly’s warm wet mouth onto her lips. Without waiting for a response, Molly pressed herself closer to Jessica’s twin sister in a passionate, full, open-mouthed kiss. Rachel’s body tensed and she started to struggle, but quickly collapsed into Molly's arms as Jessica's tongue slid into the younger girl's mouth. Rachel gave a soft, muffled moan and gave herself to the kiss. But then, only seconds after it began, it was all over.

“Sorry Rachel, I just got super excited!" Molly gasped. Rachel was awe struck. “That would be incredible, Jeff. Thank you! I never get this lucky!”

“No problem, Molly. We all deserve to get lucky once in a while.” Molly smiled at me but she was holding onto Rachel’s hand tightly and didn't look like she was prepared to let go.

“Speaking of getting lucky,” Jessica began, “you and I need to go for a long walk…” She heavily hinted that we should leave Rachel and Molly and let them have some time alone. It was obvious by the way she was gripping my cock beneath the table that she too had things that she thought we needed to… discuss.

“Jessica, have you looked out the window lately?” I groaned in answer as she gently squeezed.

The weather had changed and fog had started to roll in from the lake while we were eating and the mist had engulfed the trees and flowed around the café. Soon it blanketed everything and it was like looking out into a gray world. Being shrouded in the secrecy of the gloom and murk always comforted me. I loved the feeling of the touch of the damp air on my skin and being wrapped in the gray mist, the rest of the world shut out. Jessica stared out of the window to look out at the wondrous world of silent, gray mist with the few diffused glowing spots of nearby lights. Rachel and Molly stared at each other, engaged in a whispered conversation. Jessica was right, she always was; we needed to go. Rachel noticed that we had gone quiet as we considered our options and brought us into their conversation.

“How long have you been up here with your grandmother?” She asked her new friend.

“Pretty much all my life. Grandma and Grandad ran this business together and they took me in when I was a baby. When Grandad died it kinda fell to me to help out. This place is getting too much for my gran and she wants me to continue the family business… but this is not who I am. I want to be a city girl. Like you.”

“I might be from the city but I'm hardly a city girl,” Rachel replied, blushing.

“Ah-hem!” Jessica coughed beside me, squeezing my cock through my pants, “We really need to be going somewhere!” She said suggestively.

“The… bathroom?” I quietly replied, staring into her amazing green eyes and she smiled seductively.

“Let's leave Rachel and Molly to get acquainted,” Jessica announced and we shuffled down the bench seat to depart.

“No, not again, not the bathroom,” Molly laughed, “here, take my keys. Up the stairs, my rooms on the right. Stay out of sight. I have to be upstairs and online in half an hour for my lecture so… don't get too comfortable.” She passed a set of keys over to me, presenting a little brass one for her door.

Jessica left and shimmied over to the counter to pay Molly's grandmother for our dinner. I would've done it, but she just went without asking so I pushed a large tip in front of Molly and awkwardly gave her my thanks. Then Jess reappeared. "Let's go, Jeff," she said, with 'that look', her eyes darting to me, then to Molly and Rachel, and then back to me.

We turned away and quietly crept up the tight wooden stairs leading to the rooms above the Café. I put the key in the door, quietly turned it and pushed the door open. Their apartment was very small, built into the roof space; perhaps it was originally conceived as a number of store rooms? The door opened to their living space, to the left was a tight bathroom. On the opposite side was a clean galley kitchen, I supposed they must have done their cooking downstairs. Jessica ventured into the room and paused in the hallway that stretched a short way towards the back wall of the café. I followed her, feeling guilty that we were invading someone's personal space. To the left was her grandmother's bedroom, the door was open and the well presented room had a cluttered dressing table and some old fashioned clothes on hangers by the window. To the right, beyond a closed door, must have been Molly's room. 

I opened the bedroom door. I didn't need to turn any lights on, as the west-facing windows had very lightweight curtains and even though the world was shrouded in a gray blanket outside, plenty of light was coming in. Her bed was an old fashioned queen with a simple headboard, almost too big to have in the generally small rooms of this loft space. The blankets were thrashed around on an unmade bed with a dark purple bed covering. A long, low old wooden dresser sat on the wall just a few feet from the end of the bed, a huge square mirror centered on top of it, with pictures of friends taped around its perimeter; a scattering of memories. The top of the dresser was packed with dozens of bottles of makeup, lipsticks, mascaras, and lotions, and even a few drink cups and tarnished silverware.

I stepped into the room to look around, unsure of what I was hoping to find, but still enjoying the intrusion into Molly's private world. Clothes littered the floor, an old laptop sat on a cluttered desk in the corner, and the top of the bed's single nightstand was full with a lamp, an alarm clock, and several stacked paperbacks. Typical stuff; Molly may have looked trim and tight out in the world, but her room was a horrible mess. I next peered into her open closet. Not excessively big and packed tightly with clothes and boxes. Lots of skimpy tops and wife-beaters hung on hangars, and I recognised some that we had seen her in on previous visits. Then her jeans which she also hung up. 

When I turned around Jessica was still standing at the door, smiling her megawatt smile "We’re finally alone…" 

We stepped towards each other and Jessica wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Quickly getting over the initial shock, I soon responded in kind and we kissed fervently in the open doorway. Running my hands down to her hips, I pulled her gently into the room and pressed my body against her, I could feel my penis rapidly hardening and sighed at the thought of where this was all going to lead. The little redhead broke the kiss and looked like she was about to say something, but thought better of it. We weren't here for conversation, she had an itch she was desperate to scratch. Pressing a finger to my lips, she wriggled out from my embrace and, slowly, she walked to Molly's unmade bed, kicking off her shoes before undoing her remaining buttons and letting her blouse fall to the floor. Straightening, she climbed onto the bed, sat on the edge and looked back at me, there was definitely no going back now. Sitting there in a hitched up skirt, black lace bra and matching panties I watched the conflicting emotions of being vulnerable but also in control play across her face. Grounding herself in reality, she started rubbing herself through the damp material of her underwear.

I started to move towards the bed, but Jessica held up her hand to stop me. She raised her eyebrows and gestured that I needed to get undressed too. Fumbling slightly with the buttons in my haste, I removed my shirt before my trousers followed, revealing a tight pair of dark blue boxer shorts, an obvious bulge clearly visible along with a small damp patch. Happy with the state of my attire, Jessica beckoned for me to join her.

Climbing onto the bed next to her, I ran my fingers through Jessica's hair before resuming.our kiss. Passions more inflamed this time we pressed our faces together urgently, tongues intertwining. I moved my hand over her neck and down to her small bosom, my thumb seeking out the small mound of her nipple. Jessica gasped encouragingly as I found the sensitive peak and rubbed it firmly in circles. Loving the attention, Jessica gently stroked my chest, fingers inching downwards over my toned stomach. Reaching my underwear, she ran her fingernails over my erect penis, purring with satisfaction as it jerked at her touch. Impressed with its size, she stroked it firmly with her fingers and palm, drawing moans from deep in my throat. I gasped as she suddenly thrust her hand inside my boxers and wrapped it around my erection, her hand barely meeting around its girth. As she stroked her prize, I increased my activity on her breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple through her bra. Reluctantly, Jessica released my cock and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra baring her pretty breasts. "Do you like these better than Molly's tits?"

"Of course." I truthfully replied.

"But I'll bet you'd like to suck her tits too, wouldn't you?"

"Of course." I truthfully replied with a grin.

“Did you see the chemistry between Rachel and Molly? Do you think… that Rachel might be gay?”

“No,” I truthfully replied once more, “Rachel isn't gay. She finds Molly attractive though and to be honest… so do I and so do you!”

“But they kissed.”

“Why do you want to put a label on them? I trust Rachel to find her own way and be herself. She hasn't had many friends and Molly instantly took a shine to her. She's loving the attention that she's getting. Did you notice Molly gave you no attention… even though she thought, until today, that you were the same person, and you look identical to your sister? Rachel probably likes that finally someone just sees her.”

“God I'm so in love with you, Jeff,” Jessica whispered, her comment taking me by surprise, “how is it that you're so perceptive? I think you're right… I wonder what they are doing?”

“Probably just talking. Two people who have a bit of chemistry between them, getting to know each other. Remember when we met over ice cream?”

“Oh they met over cherry pie, how romantic,” Jess giggled.

“Rachel needs more friends… we all need more friends. Especially ones that can serve up cherry pie like her grandmother's!”

“Speaking of cherry pie…” Jessica said before she pushed me back on the bed. She pulled up her skirt just ever so slightly and grasped the sides of her panties with both of her delicate hands. She sighed in satisfaction and pulled them down past her knees before quickly pulling her skirt back down to cover her private parts up, and let her underwear drop all the way down to the bed. She quickly stepped out of them and shuffled up the bed towards me as I stared back at her in disbelief. “Would you like to taste my cherry pie?" She straddled my head and put her pussy on my face. "Eat me." She instructed. 

Of course, I did. I licked her lips and then gently nibbled on her swollen clit. She pushed her pelvis down onto my head and moved her cunt over my face. I put my tongue inside her and licked the sweet juices from her wet vulva. Jessica trimmed her strawberry blonde pussy, but still has a nice triangular patch of hair. I pressed the tip of my tongue right at the bottom of Jessica's labia, where the two thick folds came together and curled around each other. It looked sexy to me. I flicked my tongue right there, and she bucked her hips, sucking in air. I used the fingers of my left hand to spread her lips apart, exposing the thick inner ones, which looked like the wings of a butterfly.

I moved my mouth up slowly, flicking it rapidly as it let it beat gently against the soft flesh of the left labia. Jessica rotated her hips around and around. I had to reposition my head to keep my tongue where I wanted it. She let out a soft moan. I traced along the left, inner lip to the top, carefully avoiding contact with her clitoris. The closer my tongue came to her little, sensitive button, the harder she tried to move her pussy, to force my tongue to brush against it. I anticipated that response and carefully moved my tongue along the folds, teasing her and making her crazy. I circled the top edge of her engorged clit. I could feel the hard, thick, bump under the flesh that covered the shaft of her clit. I licked it up and down briefly, causing her to squirm, then went back to tickling the right inner lip, just as I had done the left, but moving down this time.

When my tongue reached the bottom, I could taste all of the clear liquid streaming out of her. It ran down to her puckery little asshole, so I licked her there. She gasped, grabbed my head, and arched her back in pleasure. I didn't linger, but simply dragged my tongue back up to the bottom edge of her lips, wiping off the leaking juices. Jessica tasted slightly sweet with a hint of muskiness that gave me the impression of an Earthy Goddess. Her flavour almost was a perfect match to her mother and her sisters… with maybe just a hint of honey. I wanted to taste more of her, so I placed my hands on each side of her pussy and gently pulled her open. I wiggled my tongue into the gap at the bottom junction of her labia, the place that would eventually hold my cock and guide it deep inside her. My redheaded girlfriend sucked in a breath of air and waited anxiously for what I would do next. Would I plunge my tongue inside her and fuck her, as if it were a small, flexible cock, or would I do something else? Jessica wanted me to tongue fuck her, but I kept my tongue in position, just wiggling it slowly. She grabbed a fist full of my hair with each hand and tried to force me into her, but I wouldn't let her rush this.

Instead of pushing it inside, I dragged my tongue up, between the lips, through her vulva. She offered a variety of textures to my sensitive tongue. Parts were smooth and slick, others soft and spongy. When I contacted her urethra, I stopped and teased it by pressing my tongue more firmly and rubbing in a circular motion. That elicited another gasp and several hard, sharp thrusts of her hips. Jessica was growing increasingly aroused. I could tell she was on the verge of losing control. It wouldn't be long before she surrendered completely. I sucked on the flesh area around her pee-hole and teased it more. She groaned and spread her legs even wider than they already were. "Oh Jeff… What are you doing to me?" she moaned.

"Shhh," I told her. "No talking. We don't want to alert Molly's grandmother."

In response, Jessica whimpered. I rewarded her by flicking my tongue, only one time, directly over her swollen clit. When I did, she cried out and shoved her pussy up against my face, trying to force me to continue the contact. I had other plans. I sucked the left inner lip into my mouth, running my tongue up and down along its inner side, massaging it. Jessica's hips trembled, and I pulled firmly on the lip, sucking it hard, letting it snap free. I sucked it back in and repeated the process of massaging it, then stretching it until it popped out of my mouth. After doing it several times, I switched sides and did the same thing to the ride side of her labia.

Jessica was moaning practically non-stop, her hips shaking softly, and every time I moved my tongue, her pussy would jump. I licked around her clit, circling it. Her hips moved in a matching circle, following the movement of my tongue. She was growing frustrated, her body needing release. I pulled my head back, breaking all physical contact with her body. She twitched, and I watched her pussy opening and closing as if it were winking at me.

"Don't tease me," Jessica pleaded, "Oh Jeff, please don't leave me like this?"

I placed the middle finger of my right hand at the spot at the bottom of her pussy, where I had begun licking her and slowly pushed it inside her, wiggling it to worm its way into her. She inhaled slowly, her breasts rising and pressing toward the ceiling. I kept wiggling my finger until it was all the way in. Jessica rocked her hips, trying to fuck my hand. I let her do it, as I pulled the finger back out, then plunged it back in again. Jessica threw her head back and raised her hips, feet planting firmly on the mattress. I began to fuck her hot, little hole with my finger. Her pussy loosened, and her juices flowed out around my hand. I knew she was ready, and when I pulled back, I added my index finger and pushed two fingers back inside. Jessica bit her lip and jerked her hips in response. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed.

I worked my two fingers in and out, faster and faster. My little Cherry Pie was so fucking wet. She loved what I was doing, and I could tell she was ready for more. I added my ring finger. It met some resistance at first, causing my fingers to wedge together.

"Oh, God!" Jessica cried out. "I can't! Not on Molly's bed!"

"Yes, you can," I told her, then pushed my fingers in forcefully. She raised her ass off the bed and started fucking my hand wildly as she came. She grabbed my arm with both hands and clung to it as her entire body shook with the pleasure of cumming.

I hadn't wanted her to cum so soon, but I allowed her to enjoy it. It didn't stop me from continuing to fuck her pussy with three fingers. When her body relaxed, I reached deep inside her and curled my fingers up, rubbing along the inside wall, until I found her g-spot. I knew when I did because her eyes rolled back in her head, and she growled..Jessica curled upright like she was doing a situp, holding herself in that position with her tightened abdominal muscles. She watched closely as I rapidly spanked her pussy with the palm of my hand and fingered her g-spot roughly. Liquid began to splash out of her pussy, covering my hand and dripping all over the bed.

The shocked look on her face told me that she'd never felt anything like this before. I grinned and moved in for the coup d'etat. I opened my mouth, placed my lips around her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and began to lick it rapidly and firmly..Jessica slammed her back into the mattress and thrust her pussy hard into my face, rearing wildly. She started wailing, like a siren, her voice rising and falling, with the waves of pleasure she was feeling. She thrashed violently on the bed. I had to work hard not to be thrown off her as she bucked like a mechanical bull. She came again and she kept on cumming.

She came for the next several minutes, as long as I was licking and fingering her. Hot liquid squirted out of her vagina, soaking the bed and me in a shower of cum. I let her orgasm continue for several minutes, but I was getting a cramp in my hand. I gently pulled my fingers out and raised my head. As soon as I stopped touching her, Jessica rolled on her side and curled into the fetal position. She was shaking all over and breathing rapidly. Her cum completely coated my face. I smiled and wiped some off, tasting it from my fingers. I placed my fingertips on Jessica's ass and lightly stroked her. She moaned softly, started to shake again, and tensed as she came another time. My sweet Cherry Pie stared at me and shook her head in disbelief. I ran my hand over her flesh, moving to her abdomen. She immediately reacted and rose rapidly to the level of orgasm. She pulled away, giggling. "No more! Please!" she panted. "I can't take any more."

I lay down next to her and kissed her lips. She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around me, breathing rapidly, her heart racing, her body still trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"You are truly amazing," Jessica said, leaning forward again, catching my hands in hers and lowering herself until her lips were mere inches from mine. Her breasts rested against my chest and her eyes danced as she licked her lips. She dipped her neck, brushing her lips against mine. "Kiss me," she said.

I leaned up and brushed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft as they pressed against mine, molding slowly as our faces turned against one another. Our mouths parted and then rejoined as our tongues darted forth. It felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest; like my pulse was racing at a million beats a minute. A moment later, Jessica pulled back from me as she took a deep breath and her knees dug into my side as she flexed her thighs and squeezed me with her legs. She smiled awkwardly as she pushed herself up and released my hands. She sat back, pulling her ginger hair from her face, her chest rising and falling somewhat raggedly, her nipples clearly straining. She looked down at my still throbbing cock.

"It's my turn now. You're not going to stop me are you?" she asked as her fingers stroked the shaft again, the pad of her thumb tip rubbing up underneath and then over the head of my cock.

"No," I said, choking out my answer as I realized her thumb was now wet with pre-cum oozing from my cock.

She realised it, too, and instead of wiping it off on my sheets or rubbing her thumb on my thigh, she looked straight at me and licked her thumb clean. Jessica looked down at me, her mouth dropping open as she realized where my eyes were. She lowered a hand down her body, bringing it down past her belly to cover her crotch. Slowly, seductively, her fingers slid between her thighs, half to shield herself from me, half to give herself pleasure. She sighed deeply as her fingers pressed in and she sank back down against me. I was at a loss for what to do with my hands, and not sure how she'd react, my fingers gently made contact with her boobs. Jessica smiled and licked her lips, her head tilted to the side as she pressed her naked body up against mine. She breathed in deeply and wiggled a little as she settled against me, her hand sliding from between us. I'd shifted myself under her and now we were centered on the narrow twin bed.

"What am I going to have to do to get you off of me?" I asked.

Jessica smiled and exhaled sharply, not quite a chuckle as she leaned forward, bringing her face close to mine. "Do you want me to get you off?" she asked. "Or do you want me to get off you?" She kissed me softly on the lips. "Because the only way I'm getting off of you is if you'll cum inside me," she said. "And I'm not so sure I want to take my virginity right now." She kissed me softly again, her tongue darting out.

"I'm not taking your virginity. We agreed! And we can't fuck in a strangers bed! Let's go check on Rachel? Please Jess, Molly will be up here soon."

"Not a chance," she said. "I like where I'm at right now. And Molly isn't a stranger." My fingers gently stroked her thighs, Jessica smiled at me. "I want you to kiss me again," she said, pulling my hands to her hips.

"You want me to kiss you? Would that persuade you?" I asked.

She nodded. "Kiss me like you want me," she said. "Leave me breathless and make my heart pound."

She didn't wait for me to say anything before leaning into me and pressing her lips to mine. Her mouth met mine, open, lips parted, tongue seeking. Jessica's body practically melted against me as our mouths molded together, our breathing labored, shallow, urgent. My hands crossed the narrow gap from her thighs to her torso, wrapping around her back, reaching for her shoulders, pulling her against me. I felt Jessica's thighs and body flex as she ground herself against me, her mound hot against my trapped phallus. Jessica's lips pulled away from mine, the supple skin slowly peeling as though coated with a moist adhesive. She smiled as she took shallow rapid breaths.

"Yeah," she said, her breath hot against my face. "Like that. Kiss me like that again."

Her lips were passive this time, and mine aggressed hers. She gave her mouth to me, and I didn't hear as much as felt her moan as she pressed herself against me, her hands clutching at me. Eventually Jessica pulled her lips from mine, turning her head to the side as she rolled her hips against me. I felt her squeeze me with her thighs and slowly sit up. With her eyes closed, Jessica slowly rolled her hips, and with her body at more of a right angle to mine, now I could feel exactly what she was doing as her pussy rubbed squarely against the head of my cock. It seemed like the natural thing to do, so I pulled down on her hips and thrust my hips upward as she pressed down against me.

"Ohhhmygawwwd," she said, her words full of air as she exhaled deeply as our sexes moved together.

Jessica pushed herself up, rising on her knees as she held onto the headboard of Molly's bed. I looked up, right into her chest. Jessica's mouth hung open as she breathed hard. She opened her eyes to see me looking up at her. Her eyes were glazed with arousal and lust, and I watched with amazement as Jessica relaxed her shoulders, dropping her breasts closer to my face. I ran my hands up her thighs, up along her side and brought them up underneath her breasts, my thumbs brushing across her nipples. Her gum-drop sized nipples pressed back against me, and as I pressed in on them, she squeezed me with her thighs again.

"Suck them," she said. "I know you want to. Kiss me and lick me and suck my nipples." It was a welcome invitation, and as I suckled, her body sank back against me. "Ohhh, that feels good," she said.

Her nipples swelled against my tongue as I sucked on them. My hands left her hips, and in another of what was rapidly becoming a series of firsts, I cupped her breasts in my hands as I sucked her tits. Jessica had her eyes closed, and as I continued to suckle her, she ground her wet, swollen pussy against my throbbing cock.

"Ohhh, that feels good," she said. Her fingers caressed the side of my face as my tongue traced around a swollen nipple.

Lust filled her eyes as her chest heaved. Her breasts swung gently with the rhythm of her movement as she continued to rub against me but we never achieved penetration. Slowly, Jessica crawled off of me, her knee sliding gently off of the bed until she stood beside me..She took my hand and brought it up between her legs, pressing it against her crotch. Now, there was no hiding the fact she was ready for sex and she pressed my hand against her mound, my hand was consumed by the sensation of the warm, moist heat radiating from between her legs.

"That's all your fault," she said.

"All my fault?" I asked. My cock continued to throb, jumping with each beat of my heart, thumping against my belly. 

She nodded. “And now there's a price to pay.” My enchantress motioned for me to move further up onto the bed, and I quickly complied. She then crawled up onto the mattress and began lightly nuzzling all around the base of my shaft, softly biting and licking around the bottom of my girth while holding the length firmly against her face. Jessica circled her head around and playfully sucked one of my balls into her mouth. She held the nut in her mouth as her tongue darted and sucked, almost to the point of my discomfort, before finally releasing it and working on the other. Her hand lightly held my penis upward as she playfully bit and pulled at my sack with her lips. She lathered my lower regions as she drove her mouth aggressively into my crotch. My balls lay heavily against her cheek as she licked away at my perineum. I spread my legs, let out a soft moan and then heard her muffled reply "Mmmmm, I'm so glad you chose me. You have to idea how it feels to be this lucky." She squeezed my ass with her hand as she licked every inch of my balls. 

The little redhead repositioned and started to suckle at the skin around my shaft, carefully avoiding the head of my rod. I gasped as she laid my cock against my abdomen and playfully sucked the sensitive skin on the underside of my cock into her mouth. She definitely knew what she was doing. My body was already convulsing at her knowing touch. A sloppy string of pre-cum dangled from my cock to my stomach. Jessica stopped suddenly, and threw her flame coloured hair back as she raised her head. While gripping my balls tightly in her hand she held my cock straight up in the air and slowly lowered her face towards the head. She worked a hand tightly up my pole, milking another droplet of pre-cum which quickly trailed from the tip of the engorged head of my prick. I watched anxiously as she looked me in the eyes and asked "Are you ready?"

I wish I could adequately describe the excitement of this moment. It was undoubtedly the most erotic vision that I have ever witnessed. The hunger for flesh and raw sexuality in Jessica's face was unmistakable. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my throbbing meat and I was desperate for her to continue. I already felt capable of exploding all over her pretty freckled face, and I was certain she knew it. "Oh, my god..... Yes!" I screamed.

Jessica leaned forward and extended her tongue to capture the glistening evidence of my excitement. She carefully circled her tongue around the head spreading the nectar evenly over the mushroom head. She then softly placed her mouth over the bulbous knob and began gently circling her head. Her tongue flicked and danced as she swirled. Looking into my eyes, she suddenly opened wide and slowly worked the length of my cock into her mouth. She gagged for a brief second, paused to regain her composure, and then bobbed back down, determined to take it all. She took three of four more dives onto my cock and then released me. Gasping loudly, she looked adoringly up at me, her green eyes glistening in the gray light.  

She then tugged at my balls and gripped my slippery shaft aggressively with her other hand, slowly stroking me. She held her mouth open in front of her hands, teasing me to enter. She pulled hard at my genitals with each tug of her hands, causing me to rhythmically lift up from the bed towards her face. She released my balls and slid her hand further under me, grabbing my ass as she tugged. Suddenly she leaned forward and plunged my cock back into her warm mouth. I could feel her tongue dancing around my shaft as she slowly and softly worked it in and out of her talented mouth and the entire length easily disappeared down her throat. She maneuvered onto her knees and lifted her backside in the air, arching her back and gyrated slowly as her mouth worked around my hard meat. I heard her beginning to moan hungrily and she started to quicken her pace. Jessica briefly reached between her legs with a hand and began shaking as if she were climaxing while continuing to swallow my manhood. She began to moan slightly with each stroke. I could feel her fingers desperately working to enter me from underneath. My entire lower body was electrified… but there was something else.

Something felt… off. The hairs rose up on the back of my neck. There was a presence in the doorway and I looked up. I immediately froze as I locked eyes with a young woman standing in the darkened hallway between rooms. She looked shocked; I couldn't decide whether she was angry or upset, her hand was covering  her mouth. Jessica was completely unaware as she went at my dick, it's whole length deep inside her mouth. I didn't know where to look so I stayed staring at the surprised girl. It was Molly. And she wasn't looking at me but at my girlfriend's semi-naked body and her head as it moved up and down.

I had expected Molly to run off, or at least give us some privacy because at that point I wasn't about to stop the fantastic blowjob Jessica was giving me. But she didn't run off, she looked me in the eyes again and smiled, then retreated to her grandmother's bedroom opposite and sat down calmly, in full view between the two open doors, on the edge of her bed. The brunette still looked slightly confused, but was clearly enjoying what she was watching. I didn't know what to do, I should have told Jessica, pulled her away and covered up, apologised to Molly for our behaviour and hoped she didn't call the police but I could feel my balls getting ready to cum, my dick didn't care that we had been caught, it had taken over. Jessica's hand was still inside her skirt, her wet knickers on the bed next to me. Molly was watching the blowjob again, and I could tell she was enjoying the show. She watched saliva dripping onto my balls from my rock hard cock, she watched Jessica on her knees, fingers inside her pussy, rocking back and forth as she tried to swallow my whole erection into her mouth. And as Molly watched her own hand rested onto her crotch. She was wearing a skirt, shorter than Jessica's. Unlike Jessica who had beautiful wavey red hair which was bouncing around her shoulders and my thighs, Molly had thin, long dark hair, a cute feminine face and unusual sable coloured eyes that were transfixed by our performance.

She lifted up her skirt and played with herself over her knickers, her bare legs were open as she looked back into my eyes. Now I felt really confused, I was so turned on. I had my beautiful girlfriend giving me a blowjob in Molly's own bedroom, a young girl touching herself and looking up at me and I didn't even start to think about how this might look if Jessica turned around. How would I explain to her that I was watching her sister's new friend play with herself while Jessica was sucking me off. I decided that I didn't care, it was an erotic moment and Molly had invited us here knowing precisely what was on our minds. I put my hands on Jessica's head and fucked her mouth harder, while I watched Molly slip a finger into her pussy. We weren't going to last much longer, Jessica was moaning, slobbering over my dick like a maniac, the juice from her pussy dripping down her leg. Molly, opposite us, was using both hands on her pussy, legs spread apart so I could see everything as I felt my balls begin to rise and tighten.

I looked down and Jessica was still looking up at me, her wondrous green eyes were dilated, her plump lips were stretched tight around the meaty cylinder of my sexual organ as I pushed deep into her molten mouth. As I felt my orgasm start deep in my testicles I held my petite lover's head in place, changed the angle of my cock, and shoved. I felt her throat flex on my cock as it disappeared. Her hands came up to grab me, but it was too late. Half of my cock was in her mouth, and it was all I could take. I exploded, spilling my milky seed down her throat. She pulled away, coughing and gagging, but I was still cumming. It sprayed all over her face. 

With one hand in her hair, my other hand gripped my cock as the next thick white rope of cum shot out of my piss slit and splashed onto her tongue. I pulled in her head again, easing my lurching member back between her lips, leaving it there as the next volley of cum filled her mouth. She started to moan, then gag and pulled back again. My sperm continued to pump into her mouth, then onto her face as she struggled to swallow. She looked up at me, an orgasm rippling through her as the taste of my cum tipped her over the edge. The next spurts of jizz splattered between her pretty eyes and the last two shots of semen hitting her cheeks. Her eyes focused on me as I finished cumming. She swallowed some of it, but most of it was running out of her mouth, over her lips, down her tits. 

Molly was also cumming hard. I could see her pussy start to pulsate, and her face was bright red. She grabbed her knickers and held them over her pussy as if to hide the orgasm that was taking place between her legs, and then liquid was forced out between her fingers through her knickers, squirting onto the floor. The brunette couldn't help but cry out a little as the orgasm took over and more juice sprayed out from between her legs. I had never seen a girl squirt so readily before and it was beautiful to watch. 

Despite the abandon Jessica and I had expressed before (and during) the act, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation when we had finished. Not about cumming in her mother while Molly watched us; I'd already accepted those consequences. I felt strangely exhilarated, to be totally honest. But when it was time for us to separate, as I slid myself, slowly, out of her mouth. That's when the worry really flowed out. But, with our voyeur twitching on her grandmother's bed, I felt a profound sense of relief when my cock finally plopped right out of Rachel's identical twin sister. Another batch of baby makers spilled out from between her lips along with my dick.

I moaned to hide Molly's mews, my penis still hard having just watched someone squirt in public and lifted up Jessica to kiss her. Still oblivious, she was careful not to let the contents of her mouth spill out of her mischievous smile. Every precious drop had another destination. She extended her left arm and beckoned me forward with a curled finger. The eighteen-year-old studied me for a moment, looking for eagerness and hunger. Finding both, she was satisfied. She leant in and locked her lips on mine in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. My beautiful girlfriend twisted her tongue in mine and quickly pushed some of my own semen into my mouth. She may as well have been spoon-feeding me. She was like a mother bird who chews the food for her chicks in preparation for the day when they will be able to eat on their own. I was the young chick being adjusted to a new diet. My new sustenance is salty and sweet, it is still warm and its presence in my mouth was strangely arousing. She steadily worked to addict me to the texture and flavour of my own cum. Even as she transferred the viscous semen from her mouth to mine, her talented right hand pleasured me unaware that we were still being watched. 

She pulled away smiling, a post orgasmic look of pleasure over her face. She wiped my cum off her cheek with the back of her hand and then kissed me again. My eyes were open as I watched the girl opposite. She was suddenly very flustered. With an embarrassed look on her face she stood then she walked confidently into her own bedroom right up behind Jessica as we were kissing and dropped something into my hand behind my girlfriend's back. It was wet fabric, felt like cotton. Molly looked me in the eye as Jessica and I kissed. Winked, and then her face turned red again as strode into Jessica's view and switched on her laptop in preparation for her online lesson. I quickly pulled my pants up and stashed Molly's panties in my pocket as Jessica also began to cover her nakedness, seemingly unperturbed by Molly's appreciative stare.

Lots of their skin showed, and Molly's cleavage was to die for. The two women stared at each other as the computer began to boot up. Molly's eyes were focused on Jessica's exposed breasts, Molly's were still contained in her bra, although her blouse was still gaping open. It made my mouth water looking at them. Her erect nipples just showed their outline, revealing more than they actually showed, but show they did. Molly's skirt was still bunched up and Jessica's was still on the floor with her panties. Jessica's green eyes stared into Molly's hazel ones as my eyes darted between the two of them. Looking at Jessica, I could see the slick, smooth skin of her pussy glistening in the dull light. She was completely exposed. Although she was a bit embarrassed, she held her gaze on Molly’s exposed vagina. Her look seemed to make Molly's lips part, which in turn exposed her clit, hard and a bit larger than average. The small nub stuck out about 1/2" past her lips.

"Wow," I heard Jessica breathe, "how long were you there?"

Molly blushed a little. "Only a few minutes…" her voice trailed off.

I watched as Molly's eyes left Jessica's pussy and found her tits. They were rising and falling with her breath. After her climax her large pink nipples were hard, pointing. I watched Molly's eyes travel lower, across her stomach, past her belly button, until they came to rest between my girlfriend's thighs. Her breath hitched.

"So…?" Jessica tried to break the awkward silence, feeling more than a bit embarrassed now, "what do you think?"

Molly smiled a little, "you're so hot… both of you… all three of you," she stated softly. "If you look anything like your sister… and you do… I really need to get to know her… better!" She blurted out, immediately blushing herself, "I mean, you're both drop dead gorgeous." Jessica nodded in return, trying to seem calm as butterflies danced in my stomach. “And I've never seen anyone with a cock as big as yours Jeff. Jessica is a lucky girl. What you both did… that was awesome.”

I watched as Jessica reached out her hand, fingers extended. Molly gasped as she made contact, her index finger gently stroking the length of her slit as she looked down at Jessica's slick, puffy pussy lips and hard clit. Jessica's eyes examined our generous new friend's pussy.

"I've never seen a clit like yours," she murmured, bringing her finger back up to brush against it again. "it's like a little cock!" she laughed now. Hearing her laugh made me blush, but it turned me on at the same time. My girlfriend, stroking another woman's clit and telling her it was like a cock? It was amazing, but it was embarrassing too.

"I mean, honestly, you could jerk it off if you wanted to!" Jessica continued her good-natured teasing. As she did so, she placed her index finger and thumb on either side of Molly's clit and stroked them up and down. Her juices had more than covered my clit by now, so her fingers slid easily up and down it. The sudden intense sensation caused her hips to buck and a loud moan to escape her throat. I knew this was now a lot further than she had intended to go, but she had crossed that line as soon as she had touched Molly.

Molly opened her legs, making her most private places more visible than they already were. She was well-shaved. I could see only the beginning of pubic hair surrounding her clean shaved pussy. Her labia were full and meaty. Her new position, with widely separated thighs, moved her labia apart exposing her inner pink wetness and warmth. The air was heavy with Jessica's private smell. It wasn't just beautiful, it was holy and sacred and I wondered if it affected Molly as much as it affected me. My prick was dying to touch or be touched by anything. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking it. There in the midst of Molly's bedroom, Jessica, Molly and I were mostly naked, horny and masturbating in front of each other shamelessly. 

"Your pussy is so pretty," Jessica murmured as she began to stroke Molly's clit again, "Jeff loves your titties," she gasped quietly.

“I know,” Molly said and blushed, staring at my hand as my penis began to harden, “but… sorry, I really need to get online.”

Molly and Jessica stared at each other for a few seconds, catching their breath. Jess moved first. Picking up her panties, not putting them on though. I wriggled back into my boxers and pants, the cum slick on my cock wetting them slightly. I admired the wet bare view of two glistening pussies as Jessica took a last look at Molly's exposed flesh. As I stood, she adjusted her skirt and buttoned what she could of her blouse. Then I adjusted my pants and zipped myself back up. Jessica stood shakily, smoothing her skirt over her sticky thighs with trembling hands. She looked up at Molly who fixed herself in front of her mirror as the computer finally logged in. Jessica and I held hands and headed towards the door as Molly sat down in front of her screen. She turned to us and smiled.

“So, would you like my sister's number?” Jessica said, with a knowing look.

“Thanks Jessica but that's not necessary, I’ve already got it.”

Jessica laughed and nodded, then we quietly crept from her bedroom as Molly began to engage with her class on her computer. I glanced back at her and even though she quickly averted her gaze I noticed she was staring at me. I held onto Jessica's waist and descended the stairs, feeling embarrassed but at the same time rather excited that we had shared our intimate moment with Molly.

Rachel's eyes were on us as soon as we reappeared in the café. She couldn't immediately tell what we had been up to, although it was never a secret, and I was pretty certain Jessica would give her twin sister, literally, a blow by blow account of our activities. We.sat down next to her with huge grins on our faces.

“Well, at least you're both happy now,” Rachel teased us but her expression changed when she saw the expressions on our faces.

“What?” She asked.

“I bet you wish you just saw what we just saw?” Jessica said, raising her eyebrow. “Molly gave us quite a show,” Jessica whispered to her sister.

“She did?” Rachel asked, startled by this news.

“We appreciated the view. I just wanted to let you know how much I agree with your taste in women,” Jessica said, licking her lips.

“I would have rather watched you with Jeff,” Rachel whispered in a sexy voice, looking at me. “What was she like?”

“Oh, she was very… pretty,” I replied, embarrassed.

“She did watch us,” Jessica added, “We were having oral sex on Molly’s bed. She fingered herself. I saw her pussy.” Rachel just looked at her sister, blushing. “She’s very cute.”

"So," Rachel addressed me, "What do you think about her?"

“I… approve.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Rachel replied, feeling embarrassed that we knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Now don’t play dumb with me. We know you fancy her, we have been watching you ogle her all afternoon. It’s nice to see you happy. It sent chills up my spine,” Jessica explained and gave her twin a warm smile.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“I’m not either. But Jeff explained it to me; it isn't gay. There’s no need to label it. You find Molly attractive and so do we. She’s your friend. Did you notice she gave me no attention even though she thought that we were the same person? She chose you…” Jessica put her hand on Rachel’s.

“You have some chemistry between you. Get to know her. We all need friends. Especially one with an endless supply of cherry pie and ice cream,” I laughed.

“Cherry Pie, Strawberry Shortcake and… Jeff’s cream,” Jessica giggled at her own words.

Rachel laughed, “Strawberry Shortcake, Mom used to call me that. I haven’t heard that name since we were little.”

“We're eighteen and we are about to become women,” Jessica said, looking at me, “But the names always suited us.”

We stood up and prepared to leave. "I have a feeling we will be returning." I sighed in contentment.

"This weekend?" Rachel asked excitedly.

"Of course," I replied, “it’s almost summer. We can come back as often as you like.”

Rachel smiled at me. Then stood up and linked her arm through mine. "Come on," she said, "let’s skip stones on the lake."

Jessica took up position on my other side, put her arm in mine and all three of us headed out into the mist. We walked arm in arm and stood at the water's edge as the fog cleared. With our arms still linked together we watched the sun dip below the horizon and all the little clouds over the waters all turned bright red. Rachel turned and looked at me. With her fingers she turned my head away from the sunset to look at her. We looked at each other for a few moments, then she slid her hand along my face and around my neck. She pulled me down and kissed me. The same kiss she had shared with her new friend in her homely establishment; a sensual meeting of our lips. Passionately, sensually, lovingly. "Rachel?"

"Sssshhhh, Jeff. I just wanted to thank you for including me in this trip," she said, before molding her lips back against mine again.

This time when we finished our kiss the twin’s linked their arms through mine again, "I think it's time you took us home, don't you?" Jessica asked.

“Anyone for ice cream first?” I replied with a contented smile.

Get Lucky continues in Chapter 10 “The Lodges”