Risqué Management

Chapter 25

The weather was so nice that we ate dinner with Christy’s parents on the screen porch. The temperature only dropped into the low sixties after the sun went down, which was perfect for sitting outside.

“You got some sun today,” Christy’s mother said to her. “Your cheeks are pink.”

She hadn’t gotten any more than the rest of us. Her cheeks were pink because she was still flushed from her intense orgasm. She couldn’t exactly admit that, so she tried to come up with an excuse on the fly. Fortunately, Brooke beat her to it.

“Paul and I wore sunscreen,” she said. “Li’l Miss Melanin here tans at the drop of a hat.”

“I’m the same,” Anne said. “My mother used to try to keep me inside when I was younger. Back then, ‘proper young ladies’ didn’t look like they worked outside. They were supposed to be pale, with creamy smooth skin.”

“They still are,” Harold said. “Or, they should be.”

“Oh, don’t be a stick-in-the-mud,” she told him fondly.

He shrugged at the admonishment, which he’d obviously heard before. Then he changed the subject and asked, “Who’s ready for whiskey?”

“We were thinking of maybe going back to Brooke’s house,” Christy ventured.

“Sick of us already?”

“Oh, Daddy, please. You know we aren’t. We… um… want to look at the stars.”

Brooke suppressed a grimace as we both had the same thought. The stars were the same for hundreds of miles in every direction, so one place was just as good as another. Harold knew it too. He frowned and started to ask a question.

“She means the Hollywood kind,” Brooke said quickly.

“We want to watch a movie,” I added, and Brooke relaxed. We worked well together, especially where Christy was concerned.

“Oh,” Harold said. “Something on TV tonight?”

“No, on VHS,” Brooke said. “Flashdance.”

Harold and Anne only had two televisions in the whole house—in their bedroom and in Anne’s day room—and neither of them had a VCR or even cable.

“Sure, go have fun,” he said, but Anne cleared her throat in the vocal equivalent of a kick under the table. “On second thought,” he said, “why don’t you stay here tonight.”

“We haven’t seen you all day,” Anne chimed in. “Brooke, dear, would you like to spend the night again?”

“Sure. Thanks, Mrs. C.”

“We should probably walk Brooke back to her house,” I said in a last-ditch effort. “You know, to pick up some fresh clothes.”

“Of course,” Harold agreed.

“Didn’t you want to talk to Paul?” Anne said to him.

“Oh, right! The cabin.”

I felt like we were in a tag team wrestling match, and our team was losing, even with the extra person. Brooke must have decided the same thing. She’d known Christy’s parents longer than I had, after all.

“C’mon, Chris,” she said. “Your dad obviously wants to talk to Paul about something.”

“Right you are.” He glanced at Anne before he turned back to me and said, “We bought a piece of property up by Lake Tahoe. We want to build a vacation house on it, big enough for family to use too.”

“The whole family?” I said.

“Oh, heavens, no,” Anne said.

“Not at once,” Harold agreed. “Not unless we want to hot-rack and sleep in shifts. But more than just a one-room cabin.”

I looked at the girls. “You go on. We can watch the movie some other time.”

Christy sat up and protested, “But—”

“I don’t know if I could stay awake anyway,” I told her. “I’m still worn out from last night. Not to mention the zoo all afternoon.”

“We didn’t get much sleep either,” Brooke agreed.

Christy couldn’t argue with both of us. “Fine,” she muttered.

“We’ll be back shortly,” Brooke said to the rest of us. They stood and left through the screen door, and some perverse part of me wanted to congratulate Anne on how thoroughly she’d outmaneuvered us.

“I’ll take care of the dishes and clean the kitchen while you talk,” she said.

I handed her my plate and then Christy’s and Brooke’s, and she smiled her thanks.

“I’m serious about a drink,” Harold said to me. “It’s a nice night, though, so I think we’ll stay out here.”

“What,” I teased, “no interrogation in your office?”

He shot me a dirty look that was the prototype of Christy’s. “Don’t push your luck, son. I still haven’t given you permission to date my daughter.”

“Oh, Harold,” Anne laughed as she disappeared into the house, “that ship has sailed!”

* * *

Sometime in the middle of the night, my bedroom door opened and then closed softly. I struggled to wake up as Christy lifted the covers and slid into bed. I scooted over to give her room. She was nude, and her body felt warm and soft next to mine.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I mumbled.

“I know, right?”

“What time is it?”

“A little before fellatio.”

I chuckled and wasn’t the least bit surprised when she slid her hand under the waistband of my boxers. She stroked my hard-on to life while I finished waking up.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I said at last.

“No. Take these off.”

“Insistent little thing, aren’t you?” Still, I lifted my hips and slid the shorts down my legs until I could kick them off.

“So sue me. Or use me. Or let me use you. Mmm, penis. But if you must know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I sort of need you. Like, I can’t relax.”

“Did you and Brooke…?”

“Of course. And for the record, sometimes it still feels weird to talk about sex like this. See? I even called it ‘sex.’ Are you proud of me?”

“Very.”

She picked up right where she’d left off. “But it isn’t the same with her. She gets inside my head like you do, but the rest is… I dunno… softer. I never thought I’d need anyone like I need you. And I don’t just mean emotionally and spiritually. It’s physical too.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Do you? Really?”

“I think so. This is probably gonna sound weird, but it’s like when I have a hard-on.”

“Mmm, like now.”

“Right. I feel… an urge. It’s like a yearning, but that’s more poetic than the real feeling.”

She shrugged. “I just think, ‘I need him.’ And I don’t mean your penis. I need all of you. But sometimes, like now…”

“You need penis more than anything?” I was teasing her, but only a little.

“Yes, Mr. Smug.”

“That’s okay,” I chuckled. “I need you too.”

“Sometimes I’m not so sure,” she said a little grumpily. “I’m still a little scared about you going all the way with Brooke. That’s one of the reasons I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining it. I get really hot and slippery when I think about it. Although I still wonder what’d happen if you like her better than me.

“But before you get all defensive,” she continued, “I figured it out. You did it with your mom and it was just sex. You still came back. To me, I mean. That’s what we were talking about yesterday, about what we have together.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You know me. I have to figure this stuff out on my own. But I’m better now. Only, I got all worked up thinking about you and Brooke. I didn’t want to wake her, so—”

“You decided to sneak in here and wake me instead?” I teased.

“Yes. I told you, it isn’t the same with her. I was thinking about that too, if you must know, about why it’s different with you.”

“And what’d you decide?”

“It’s like your words. Brooke and I make love. Sometimes we have sex. The same with me and Wren. But neither of them can really fuck me. Not like you can. So that’s why I need you, need your penis. I need it inside me. Usually my mouth is fine. More than fine,” she said with quiet intensity. “I love fellatio more than anything. But tonight I think I need more.

“Don’t worry,” she added, “I still want to suck you off. I always wanna do that. But I also need you to fuck me. Not hard— And please not like yesterday. That was amazing, but I don’t think I’ll be able to walk back to my room if you do that to me again. Still, I need it. You. Your penis. Inside me.”

“Ask and ye shall receive.” I pushed the covers down and she practically attacked my hard-on. The big head wanted to take our time, but the little head had other ideas.

Christy sensed it too, because she didn’t make a sound when I held her head down and jerked my hips. The head of my cock entered her throat. Her muscles contracted automatically, and that set me off. Bursts of light erupted behind my eyes, while my dick went off like a Roman candle.

Christy couldn’t make a sound at that point. She was too busy swallowing, but she held my hips and tried to force her mouth down on my cock. She didn’t manage it before I stopped spurting, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Eventually, she pulled back and panted to catch her breath.

“Oh my gosh, you came straight down my throat.” She was amazed instead of indignant.

“It didn’t choke you?”

“No. I was ready for it. And it was the best thing ever!”

“Better than the super-orgasm?”

“Okay, maybe not. But still! It felt like your entire cock was in my throat. It wasn’t, darn it, but I’ll get there. I’ll have to try that spray. Oh! And I can’t wait to try the rest of our toys. I forgot to tell you!”

I blinked and felt a sense of whiplash as she changed direction and shifted into high gear.

“That’s the other reason I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about all the things we bought— Okay, the things you bought. Thank you again, by the way. I know you think I’m bad with money, that I don’t pay attention, but I really do. I just have to think about it, and usually I have more important things on my mind. Like your penis.”

“Fair enough,” I chuckled.

“Anyway,” she continued after barely a breath, “I can’t wait to try your rings. And I forgive you, by the way, for not telling me about the one you have already. But…! You have to use it on me. Like, a million times. Then I’ll forgive you for real.”

“What if I die of sexual exhaustion before then?”

“Then I’ll take you to my lab and do naughty experiments— No, wait! I’ll take you to my secret lair instead. Oh, oh! You can be Cockman! Brooke can make a bunch of gadgets and stuff. A cocksuit, cockmobile… everything. I’ll be your trusty sidekick, Suckin’. Brooke can be Cockgirl!”

I burst into laughter.

“Stop!” Christy hissed urgently. “You’ll wake the whole house.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Um… no, I suppose not.”

“Cockman and Suckin’,” I mused with another chuckle. “That was pretty good.”

“Thank you. But now I really need Cockman inside me. Pretend there’s a Cock-Signal on the ceiling or something.”

“You’re a little sex kitten when you get worked up.”

“Whatever.” She rolled to her back and guided me between her legs. Then she set the tip of my cock at her opening and stroked my shaft. “I have to think about something when I’m horny in the middle of the night. I have a vivid imagination, you know. It’s like my metabolism, only better.”

“Better? How?”

“I think of all these things I want to do with you. And not just vanilla things. Kinky and taboo ones too. That’s why you’re so perfect. You don’t think I’m a pervert. Well, I am a pervert, but you know what I mean. You don’t—” She groaned as I slid my dick into her. “Oh, no fair.”

“Sorry,” I said unapologetically. “You were chattering.”

“Was I?”

“Mmm.”

“Okay, I’ll behave. I promise. I’ll be nice and quiet as you fuck me. Except for moans, of course. And maybe a few sighs. I might say your name a couple of times, if that’s okay.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Sorry. I’m full of energy. I ate a snack before I came to see you.”

“A snack? Are you serious?”

“Mmm, a yummy penis butter and honey sandwich. But—”

“Hold on, did you just say ‘penis’ butter?”

“Of course. But stop interrupting. Where was I? Oh, right, my snack. Sorry, I was hungry! And I knew I’d need my stamina. I had lots of plans. I— Uh-oh. I’m chattering again, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that I might chatter less if you fucked me more?”

“The thought had occurred to me,” I said mildly. “But I’ll be honest, I wanted to see where you’d go with it. You’re really cute when you’re horny. And you’re right, you have a vivid imagination. But we can talk about that later. Right now I need to fuck you.”

“Yes, please.” She ran her hands over my chest and then arched her back as I began thrusting. “Oh, Cockman…”

I rolled my eyes and bent to suck her nipples. I tugged one of them with my teeth, and she held my head with both hands. I switched back and forth until she pulled me up for a kiss. Our lips met, and the temperature in her pussy shot up.

The little head wanted to fuck her harder, but the bed squeaked enough that I didn’t want to risk it. I settled on deeper instead, although I had to remind myself to stop if I met any resistance.

“See?” Christy said after a couple of minutes. “I’m a lot quieter when you give me what I want.”

“Note to self…”

“And you know what I want now?”

“Me to come inside you?”

“Mmm,” she breathed. “You know me so well.”

“I do. But… it’s still danger week, isn’t it?”

“Stupid calendar.”

“Right. So, where would you like it instead?”

“Inside me?”

“Uh-uh. Not gonna happen.”

“I know. You’re right. This was so much sexier when it was just in my head.”

“It always is. But… when it was just in your head, I couldn’t do this.” I pinned her to the bed and rocked my hips. My pubis ground into her hooded clit.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, “it wasn’t like that in my head.”

“No?” I teased.

“Hold on, why do we end up talking so much during sex? Wren warned me about you!”

I chuckled and kissed her. “We have some of our best conversations during sex.”

“But we’re s’posed to have orgasms.”

“We have those too.”

“Mmm, I know. I have a little one coming. Keep doing that thing with your hips.”

My eyebrows shot up. She didn’t normally tell me what to do. Still, I knew better than to ignore her, so I did that thing with my hips. She locked her ankles behind me as her pussy contracted around my cock. Then she held her breath as her pleasure peaked.

“Oh my gosh, that was good,” she panted. Then she caressed my face. “I love you so much right now.”

“I love you too.”

“Mmm, I know. I can feel it. Are you ready to come?”

“You still haven’t said where you want it.”

“I was hoping you’d forgotten that,” she grumped.

“No, sorry.”

“Fine.” She took a deep breath and made one of her attitude adjustments. “Here goes. Please, sir, will you shoot your hot jizz in my mouth?”

I barked a laugh.

“What?”

“Jizz,” I said. “I’ve never heard you use it before.”

“So? I like the way it feels in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I bet you do.”

“Will you?” she repeated. “Shoot it in my mouth?”

“Of course.”

“I thought you’d see it my way.”

* * *

I opened my eyes and blinked to clear them. Light from the hall shone through the open door. Christy had gone back to her own room a couple of hours earlier, so I was a little surprised that she’d returned.

“Again?” I said with a stretch. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to get up,” a man said. Then he realized what I’d asked. “You little shit stain!”

I rolled out of bed and readied for a fight.

Rich instantly dropped into a defensive crouch.

Neither of us moved.

“What’re you doing here?” I said at last.

“Mom sent me to ask what you want for breakfast. Why? Who were you expecting?”

“None of your business.”

“Yeah, right. What kind of idiot do you think I am?”

“That’s a pretty long discussion.”

“Are we gonna fight instead?” he mocked. “Right here?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he straightened and lowered his guard. It was a dominance move, pure and simple, to show that he wasn’t afraid of me.

Two could play that game. I relaxed and said, “Did you know I dated a psych major before Birdy?”

“What’s that have to do with anything?”

“You tell me.” I knelt by my backpack for a fresh pair of underwear. Then I stood and looked at him with a slight frown. “Oh, I’m sorry. I completely forgot why you were here. Tell your mom I’d like the usual for breakfast.”

His eyes narrowed.

Mine widened with a question. “Was there anything else?”

He forced a laugh. “Breakfast at oh eight thirty. Sharp.”

“Roger that.”

* * *

Christy stuck her head out of the kitchen almost as soon as I joined Harold and Rich in the dining room. She gave me a quick smile and then immediately ducked back through the door.

“He’s here,” she said to her mother as it swung closed.

I glanced at my watch and waited for the second hand to sweep around. “Oh eight thirty,” I said. “Sharp.”

“Coffee’s on the buffet,” Harold said with a nod. “I know. But one day you might say yes.”

Christy appeared from the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice. She made a point to give Rich a stony look before she walked around her father at the head of the table. Her attitude changed completely as she handed me a glass. She smiled and stretched upward for a kiss. Then she rounded the table and set Rich’s glass just out of reach. Harold let out a soft chuckle as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Looks like you annoyed her,” he said to his son.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch him.”

“I don’t think that’s the point.”

“Why do you even let him stay here?” Rich asked hotly. “You know what he and Birdy—”

“That’s enough.”

“But, Dad! He and Birdy—”

“Richard! I said, that’s enough.”

Christy reappeared from the kitchen with two plates. She waited for me to slide into a seat next to her father. Then she gave me a sunny smile, set an omelet and toast in front of me, and kissed my cheek.

She headed back to the kitchen with the other plate, although she pretended to remember it at the last moment. She practically tossed it in front of Rich. The toast bounced off and skittered across the table, which didn’t even make her pause. She banged through the kitchen door instead.

“Oh, boy,” Harold chuckled. “You really annoyed her this time. Hell hath no fury…” He sipped his coffee and shook his head in amusement.

The door hadn’t even stopped swinging before Anne came through. She smiled at me and then took in the scene, from her husband’s smirk to Rich’s toast on the table. She glanced at my own breakfast plate, and her eyes narrowed as she figured out what must have happened. She controlled her temper and smiled for my benefit.

“Sorry to wake you up,” she said. “But we’re going to start working on lunch in a few minutes. I wanted to make sure you and Rich had something to eat before we do.”

“Thank you very much,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks, Mom,” Rich agreed.

“I have more toast coming for you,” she told him. “And fruit and cereal if you want.”

“I ate breakfast earlier,” he said, “so this should be fine. Thanks, Mom.”

She nodded once, smiled at me again, and then turned on her heel. “Christine Marie Carmichael,” she said as she banged into the kitchen the same way her daughter had.

“Sorry for World War III,” Harold said to me, “but Anne has a rule about being polite, even if— no, especially if one of the boys did something to start it.”

“I didn’t start a thing!” Rich protested. “Mom asked me to get his breakfast order. That’s exactly what I did.”

“Then why does Birdy think otherwise?”

“How should I know? Ask her.”

Harold merely chuckled, and I understood where that part of Danny’s personality had come from.

Rich gestured angrily at me. “Why’s he even here?”

“You know why. Birdy invited him.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“No you aren’t. You don’t like him any more than I do.”

“You’re wrong there, son. I like him just fine.”

“But—!”

“No buts, Richard.”

“He’s a pantywaist!”

“I don’t think so.”

“He isn’t even in the military!” Rich glared daggers at me. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you love your country?”

I blinked in surprise. “Of course I do. I want to build things and make it stronger.”

He scoffed.

“Amateurs discuss tactics—” Harold began.

“Yeah, I know,” Rich snapped. “The professionals discuss logistics. I studied Napoleon too, Dad.”

“Then you know that logistics start with security at home.”

I blinked in surprise. He’d paraphrased something I’d said to him.

“Fine, whatever,” Rich said. “My food’s getting cold.” He cut a bite of omelet but then angrily tossed his fork. It struck the plate and bounced onto the table. “Fuck it. I’m going for a walk.”

He stood and left through the door to the hall as Christy emerged from the kitchen. She looked thoroughly chastened until she spotted Rich.

“Where’s he going?”

“Out for a walk,” her father said. “Why don’t you go with him.”

She shot me a questioning look.

“Go.”

She ran after him. “Rich, wait!”

He slammed the front door, but Christy opened it and closed it again, more quietly.

“Sorry you had to hear that,” Harold said. “Rich means well, but he’s always been protective of Birdy. Maybe even overprotective, although you didn’t hear that from me. It’s worse since Laurence was killed.”

“I understand.”

“And I meant what I said earlier. I like you just fine. No, you aren’t what I’d imagined for Birdy, but I’d have to be blind not to see how happy she is. That’s all I ever wanted. She has a good head on her shoulders, and at some point we need to trust her to use it.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I simply nodded.

He sat back and gave me a thoughtful look. “My wife thinks you’re good for us. Not just Birdy, I mean.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Till now, all the non-military people who’ve joined the family have been women. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but they don’t have your… aggressive personality.”

“I don’t mean to be aggressive.”

“You can’t help it,” he said. “You’re just like your father, I suspect.” He paused for a moment and debated something. “I had a friend pull his personnel file. Interesting reading. I thought his name sounded familiar. I actually met him once, so to speak. We were in the same battle. Very different circumstances, but I’m proud to say that I fought alongside him. He saved a lot of men’s lives that day.”

Harold stared into the past for a moment, while I burned with questions. Then he inhaled a deep breath and the moment passed, gone forever.

“Birdy’ll bring Rich around,” he said quietly. “Or my wife will. Probably both, if I know them. But… maybe give him some space when he comes back. He knows how Birdy feels, but he isn’t ready for her to grow up yet.”

I nodded.

“Good man,” Harold said. “I thought you’d see it my way.” He rolled his eyes when I grinned. “You and your strange sense of humor. What’d I do this time?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just… Christy’s so much like you that I can’t help but smile—”

“When I do the same things?” he finished.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t expect me to sneak into your room in the middle of the night.”

My lungs stopped working.

“Birdy knows the rules,” he said with a piercing look. “So do you. Send her back to her own room next time. And don’t even bother with an excuse. ‘We were only talking’ might’ve worked once, but not the second time. We’re both men. The least you can do is not lie to my face.”

“No, sir.”

“And I trust we won’t need to have this conversation again?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Good. See that we don’t.”

* * *

Brooke emerged from the kitchen and caught my eye. She gestured for me to join her, so I gathered my plate and glass. Harold looked up and nodded. It wasn’t quite a dismissal, but close enough. I followed Brooke into the kitchen and set my dishes in the sink.

Anne didn’t comment on my half-eaten omelet. “I’m sorry about Richard,” she said instead. “He’s—”

“Birdy’s big brother. I get it. We’ll find a way to live with each other. In the meantime, thank you for breakfast. Can I help with anything for lunch?”

“No, but thank you. I have the potatoes boiling now, and the ham’s in the oven. You and Brooke can relax on the porch. I’m going to have a cup of tea with Harold.” She smiled absently and headed through the door to the dining room and her husband.

“Are you okay?” Brooke asked as we went out to the porch.

“Yeah. Rich is just…”

“A bully.”

“He isn’t so bad.” I trailed off and decided to keep my thoughts to myself. Rich was angry at the world, at his brother’s death, at his sister’s growing independence, and probably a dozen other things besides. He didn’t know how to deal with it, so he took it out on the people who annoyed him. I understood that more than I wanted to admit.

“You’re a better person than I am,” Brooke said. She sat on the wicker couch and stared straight ahead.

I settled beside her and was a little surprised when she reached for my hand. It was a friendly gesture more than flirting, and she seemed relieved when I didn’t pull away.

“Chris told me what she said to you,” she said after a moment. “If anything happens to her.”

I nodded.

“Nothing’s going to happen, but still… it’s a nice gesture.”

“What do you think?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know you that well. Although… that isn’t actually true. I’ve been hearing about you for… what? Two years now? Two and a half. So maybe I know you better than I think.”

I nodded again, which made her smile.

“I like that you know how to be quiet. Chris talks all the time sometimes. Drives me nuts. She does it when she’s nervous. Or excited. But you know that.” She looked at me for confirmation, so I nodded. “I’ve always been the quiet one,” she finished.

“Still waters run deep.”

She shrugged and then glanced down at our hands. “Thanks,” she said. “For this. For yesterday. For Chris. For everything.”

I squeezed her hand instead of answering aloud.

“I… um… want to ask you something before she gets back. I want you to spend the night. Chris too. Duh.” She shot me a quick sideways glance. “I talked to her about it this morning. It was her idea, actually. She’s pretty clever when she puts her mind to it. Anyway, I figured out the rest, but I want to run it past you first.”

“Okay.”

She outlined her plan, and I nodded through most of it.

“That should work,” I said at last.

“I thought so, but…” She looked at me sideways again. “You’re really good at this.”

“It isn’t my first diversion and cover story,” I said.

“Yeah. Chris’s told me a few things about you, about your past. So I kinda figured…” She gathered her courage and squeezed my hand for reassurance. “There’s one more thing,” she ventured, “that Chris doesn’t know about.”

“Oh?”

“I… um… want to try something. I hope you’re okay with it. I know you’re really open-minded about sex stuff, but I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to.”

“Try me,” I said.

“You know the plug you bought me?”

“Yes.”

“Well… I’m wearing it.”

My eyebrows did a backflip. “You want to try anal sex?”

“Damn,” she said under her breath. “I didn’t expect you to just come right out and say it. How’d you know? What I wanted? Never mind. Dumb question. I’m just nervous.” She shot me a hopeful glance. “So… you want to do it?”

“Hold on a second,” I said, calm and deliberate. Then I used my free hand to adjust my slacks and relieve the pressure on my sudden erection. “There, much better. Is that enough of an answer?”

She grinned. “Have you done it before?”

“Yeah.”

“I kinda thought so. Not with Chris—she’d’ve told me—but you just seem like you’ve tried everything.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

She relaxed with a laugh. “Chris is so damn lucky. Sometimes I envy her.”

“Thanks. But I’m the lucky one.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

* * *

Christy and Rich returned through the back yard and surprised Brooke and me on the porch. We weren’t doing anything we shouldn’t have been, but we still yanked our hands apart and stood.

“Give us a minute,” Rich said to Christy. “You too, Brooke, if you don’t mind.”

Christy smiled an assurance, and the girls went inside. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Rich still managed to surprise me.

“I was out of line at breakfast,” he said. “I owe you an apology.”

“It’s okay. You love your sister.”

“I do. Very much. And if anything happens to her—” He clenched his jaw and inhaled sharply. At first I thought he was angry at me, but then I realized he was thinking about his brother.

“I understand,” I said into the silence.

“No, you don’t. And I hope you never do.”

Anything I said would’ve seemed like empty words, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Danny said you’re a cool one.” He chuckled darkly. “Stupid comedian was right for a change.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” I said, “you and I want the same thing.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“For Birdy to be happy.”

“So you call her that now?”

“Sometimes. When it seems appropriate.”

We fell silent and simply studied each other, although I didn’t feel any hostility from him.

“She told me a little about you,” he said at last. “She says she loves you. She also threatened to stop speaking to me if I hurt you. Hurt you for real, I mean. Not a little shiner like last time.”

“I still owe you for that,” I said.

“Don’t count on paying me back.” He held up a hand to keep things from escalating. “Look, I know you’re a fighter. And I’ll be honest, your reactions are pretty good. But this is a fight we’d both lose. Agreed?”

“The only winning move is not to play.”

“Danny also said you’re a smart one. And that I should ignore the fact that you aren’t in the military.” He looked at me calmly and let his words hang in the air. “For the record, I don’t like Danny sometimes, but I trust him.”

“Okay,” I said slowly.

“And you probably won’t believe this, but I trust Birdy too. Sometimes she doesn’t use the brains God gave her, but most of the time she has good instincts. And… she isn’t a little girl anymore.”

He was talking through his feelings as much as anything, so I kept my comments to myself.

“She reminded me of that. Several times. She’s worse than our mom, I swear.” His expression sobered and he met my eyes. “You and I need to cool it with the macho bullshit. You said you want her to be happy, and I’m going to believe you.”

“I can live with that.”

“Okay. Then we’re good. I’ll find a way to… coexist… with you. I don’t have much choice, do I?”

“You know,” I said slowly, “this is the point in the after-school special where you figure out that we’re the same after all, right?”

He laughed in spite of himself. “Must’ve missed that one.”

The door to the house swung open and five-year-old Hal ran out.

“Aunt Birdy says I’m s’posed to make sure you haven’t killed each other.”

Rich’s attitude changed immediately. He smiled at Hal and picked him up.

“Were you really gonna kill him, Uncle Rich?”

“No, buddy. We were just talking about grown-up things. We worked it out.” Rich glanced at me and confirmed it with a nod that was so much like Christy and their father that I had to force myself not to smile. He caught it anyway. “Dad’s right,” he said mildly. “That smirk’d get you court-martialed.”

He nodded toward the kitchen, and I followed him inside. He shifted Hal to his hip and accepted hugs from his nieces.

“Did Grandma tell you I made cookies?” he asked them. “And cake! We need to save it till later, but I’m hungry now. Who wants to try the cookies?”

Christy slid under my arm as Rich and the girls went through the swinging door to the dining room. Anne caught my eye and smiled. She didn’t mean anything overt, but it was a powerful reminder that she was the heart of the family. Then again, maybe she’d meant to remind me. She was subtle, after all.

Brooke caught my eye next, and she did have an overt reminder. She made a slight gesture, and I saw a rolled-up slip of paper in her left hand.

I used Christy as a diversion. “What kind of cookies?”

“Oh my gosh, lemon tea cookies! They’re amazing.”

We joined the others in the dining room. Harry and Marianne were there with Harold. Brooke’s hand brushed mine. I released Christy and shifted the little roll of paper to my left so I could greet Harry with a handshake. Then I gave Marianne a hug and stepped into the background as she said hello to Brooke.

No one was paying attention to me, so I left the hubbub and headed to Harold’s office. I slid through the gap in the pocket doors and made a beeline for the desk. Brooke had written a phone number on the slip of paper. I dialed it and rehearsed what I wanted to say.

After several centuries—about three seconds in real time—a woman at the airline ticket office answered.

“Hi,” I said as calmly as I could. “Our plans have changed and I need to rebook our flights…”

* * *

Lunch was more of a picnic than a formal affair. The men set up folding tables in the back yard. The ladies loaded them with baked ham, potato salad, deviled eggs, and more. The food was delicious, the weather glorious, and the conversations interesting, as usual. Then Harry got our attention by clinking his fork against his glass.

“Dad, Mom, everyone…,” he began. “Marianne and I have an announcement. I know we said we’d stop at four, but we always wanted a big family. Now it’s going to be a little bigger.” He cleared his throat from unexpected emotion. Then he smiled at his wife and said, “Marianne’s pregnant.”

The family erupted with congratulations and questions. When was she due? In November. Had they been trying? No, it was a happy accident. Had they picked out names? After her father if it was a boy, after her favorite aunt if it was a girl. What did the other kids think? They were excited, especially Hal, who wanted a brother. The older girls were fine with that. The youngest, Rose, wanted a little sister or a puppy instead.

I sat back and smiled as the others talked around me. Then I started doing the math. While Marianne had been giving Christy advice about birth control, her own birth control had failed in the most predictable way possible.

What do they call people who practice the rhythm method? I thought with an awful sense of foreboding. Mommies and daddies.

Brooke must have been thinking the same thing. She glanced at me and then flicked her eyes toward Christy.

Yeah, I know, I replied silently. But what am I supposed to do?

I don’t know. But we have to do something.

We frowned in mutual frustration, although we’d just gained a powerful ally in the birth control argument. We didn’t know it at the time, but Christy’s world was about to turn upside down because of it.

* * *

The desserts came out once things settled down after the big announcement. Marianne’s daughters had baked a marble swirl pound cake, and Rich had made strawberry shortcake. Christy hogged a huge piece for herself and threatened me with a fork when I tried to steal a strawberry.

“No, stop, mine!” she snapped playfully. “Get your own.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Brooke said when I eyed hers.

Harry and Rich were camped out by the desserts.

“So the girls wouldn’t share?” Rich said as he picked up a dessert plate and the cake server. “You’re braver’n I am. How big of a piece do you want?”

My competitive streak reared its head. “Whatever you’d normally eat.”

“Be careful,” Harry said. “Rich could eat that whole cake and still empty the fridge.”

“Start with that,” Rich said as he cut a normal-sized piece.

“You learned to bake in Home Ec?” I said.

“Birdy told you about that?”

Harry thought back. “Was that when you said a woman’s place was in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, but Mom took it out of context.”

“You’re lucky that’s all she did,” Harry laughed. He added to me, “In case you hadn’t figured it out, our mom’s the commander in chief at home. Dad even calls her that, CINC, but only where she can’t hear.”

“Your dad’s a smart man.”

“You can say that again,” Harry agreed with another laugh. Then he politely dismissed me with a smile. “Enjoy the cake.”

“Thanks, I will.”

Christy and Brooke were talking about Marianne’s announcement when I rejoined them. Christy herself didn’t see the irony in the timing, but Brooke did, although she knew better than to mention it with family around. We chatted about babies and families instead.

“I want, like, six children,” Christy said.

Brooke glanced at me. “How many does Paul want?”

“We haven’t talked about it,” Christy said, “but he’ll see it my way, won’t you, dear?”

“We’ll see,” I said neutrally.

“Not me,” Brooke said. “I want kids, but only after I have a career.”

“I’m not sure I’ll even have a career,” Christy said. “Unless I become a kindergarten teacher or something.”

“You’ll have a career,” I assured her.

Brooke looked wistful for a moment, although she blushed pink when she saw that I’d noticed. I figured it had to do with our plans for later. She’d already told Anne that she had to drive to campus and would be happy to take Christy and me to the airport.

I glanced at my watch. “We’d better start packing if we want to leave on time.”

“Right,” Christy said. “We need to pack. For our flight.” She didn’t actually wink, but anyone paying attention would’ve known we were up to something.

Fortunately, Rich and the kids were playing freeze tag and making more than enough noise to drown us out. Christy’s parents and Harry and Marianne were chatting and watching from the sidelines.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said as we approached, “but Christy and I need to get packing.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay longer?” Marianne asked.

“No, sorry. This is the last flight of the day that gets us to Knoxville before midnight. And we both have class in the morning.”

“Well, if you’re sure…”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You don’t mind taking them to the airport?” Anne asked Brooke.

“No problem, Mrs. C. I have a study group at school.”

“On Easter?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” she lied easily. “We have our first midterm on Wednesday, and this professor’s exams are notorious.”

“I had a few of those,” he said with a grimace.

We made small talk for a minute, until I glanced at my watch.

“We need to let them pack,” Harold said. “You know how Birdy is.”

“Oh, Daddy. I only brought one suitcase this time.”

“Only one?” Harry teased. “No dolls this trip?”

“No, Mr. Meanie.”

“We’d better let them go,” Marianne said to him. “They have a flight to catch.”

“Right,” he said. “Come say goodbye before you leave.”

“Of course,” Christy said.

Brooke said her thanks and goodbyes as well. She walked toward the neighbor’s back yard, while Christy and I went into the house.

“Do we really need to pack?” she asked as we headed toward the bedrooms.

“We need to make it look real.”

“Why? We’re only going to Brooke’s house.”

“Just throw everything in your suitcase,” I said.

She looked scandalized. “But I’ll wrinkle my outfits!”

“Who cares? It’s mostly dirty clothes anyway.”

“Uh-uh,” she said with a secret grin. “I have some special outfits in there, Mr. Principal. And I know two schoolgirls who’ve been very naughty.”

“Sounds fun, but save it for later. I’ll put you in detention or something. Right now you need to get packing. Chop-chop.”

“Yes, Mr. Hughes.”

* * *

Our departure went mostly according to plan. Brooke returned with her car, Christy and I loaded our bags, and we said goodbye to her family. We even drove out of the neighborhood, just in case Rich decided to leave at the same time. But no one followed us, so we turned around at the end of the oceanside park.

“Are you getting excited?” Christy asked Brooke.

“I’ll be more excited when we’re home safe.”

“Why? No one suspected a thing.”

Brooke’s lips tightened but she didn’t comment. Instead, she said, “If anyone sees us, we’ll say we had to come back because I forgot my notebook.”

“She thinks of everything,” Christy said to me.

“She does.”

Brooke turned into the neighborhood and checked her mirrors at the first stop sign. Then she turned toward her own house and checked the rearview mirror again.

“Oh, relax,” Christy said. “We got away with it.”

“Not yet we haven’t,” Brooke said tensely. She added to me, “The garage door opener’s in the glove compartment. It has a decent range. Hit it when we turn the corner.”

Thirty seconds later we pulled into the garage and parked next to a larger four-door BMW. I didn’t wait for Brooke to turn off the engine before I pushed the button to close the door behind us. She grinned.

“We’re a good team,” I said.

“See?” Christy said. “I told you it’d work.”

Brooke’s Irish temper flared. “No thanks to you,” she shot back. “I can’t believe how many times you said we were going to the airport! Your mom totally knew we were up to something.”

“She did not!”

“Yeah, she did,” I said. “Even your dad started to figure it out by the time we left.”

“So? What’re they gonna do?”

“Nothing,” Brooke said. “But what about next time? What happens if we want to do something like this again? They’ll be suspicious. You never think ahead!”

“I don’t have to,” Christy said, unfazed. “I have you and Paul.”

“Ugh! You drive me nuts.”

“But you love me. You can’t help it, I know.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get our stuff inside and get something to drink. You both need it.”

“You can say that again,” they said in unison, and that broke the tension for real. They looked at each other and laughed.

“I’m sorry,” Christy said. “But you know I get excited and forget.”

“Yeah, I know,” Brooke said. “I just wish…”

I could almost watch her mind work as she reminded herself that Christy wasn’t going to change if she hadn’t already.

“But she’s worth it,” I said to her quietly.

“Thank you, Mr. Peacemaker,” Christy said.

“Yeah, she is,” Brooke agreed.

She and I climbed out of the car, and I helped Christy out while Brooke opened the trunk. Then we grabbed our bags and then headed into the house. Christy led the way to the guest bedroom.

“We can sleep together for real tonight,” she said over her shoulder.

“Is the bed big enough for all three of us?” I asked. “We won’t do much sleeping, but I’m sure we’ll relax and maybe nap between rounds.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Brooke said.

“I told you,” Christy said, “he can do it, like, ten times a night.”

“More like five or six,” I said.

“For real?” Brooke said. “I thought they only did that in movies.”

“Oh, about that…,” I said. “I need to thank you for introducing Christy to Penthouse and pornos and everything else.”

“I’m a proper little pervert because of you,” Christy herself said cheerfully. She entered the guest bedroom and added, “Ta-da! Our little love nest. What do you think?”

“I think,” I said slowly, “the whole house is a love nest.”

Brooke grinned at Christy. “Especially the kitchen table.”

“I know, right? The bathroom counter too.”

“And the living room,” I added.

“My bedroom,” Brooke said.

“The patio.”

“Don’t forget the pool,” Christy chimed in.

Brooke shivered with a little frisson of anticipation. “I still can’t believe we’re just talking about it like it’s nothing.”

“Well, right now we’re just talking,” I said.

“I know. I’m still a little nervous, but more excited than anything.”

“Should we take our clothes off or something?” Christy asked. “That’s how they do it in the movies.”

“Let’s get something to drink first,” I said.

“Good idea.”

“Do you still have the mai tais from yesterday?” I asked.

“Sure,” Brooke said. “In the pitcher in the fridge.”

“Let’s have a drink and relax.”

“Just… relax?” Christy said.

“I dunno about you all,” I said, “but I worked up some adrenaline during our getaway.”

Brooke nodded emphatically.

“I guess you’re right,” Christy said. “Besides, I could use a drink anyway. What’s so funny?”

“I was just comparing you to Wren,” I said. “She’d’ve argued. Or grumbled. Or sulked. Or something.”

“No kidding. I’m really glad she’s busy with school this quarter.” She glanced at the clock and figured the time in Knoxville. “Although… I hope she had a good weekend. She drives me crazy sometimes, but I still love her. Huh. I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Why not?” Brooke asked.

“Let’s put this conversation on pause and move to the patio,” I suggested. “With the appropriate beverages.”

“Yes, please.”

* * *

“Okay,” I said as I filled the girls’ cups, “where were we?”

“Hold on,” Christy said. She raised her cup and Brooke followed suit. They took a long drink together. My eyebrows crept a little higher with each gulp. The ice rattled in the girls’ empty cups when they finally lowered them.

“Who’s ready for a refill?” I asked facetiously.

“I am.” “Me.”

“Right.” I poured and then made a show of waiting, just in case.

“Funny, ha ha,” Christy said. She sank into a chair, and Brooke and I did the same. “Right,” Christy said, as if she hadn’t just downed a full cup of alcohol, “we were talking about Wren. I said I love her, but I can’t believe it was so easy.” She turned to Brooke to explain, “So, I used to think I could only love one person at a time. It seems ridiculous now, but I really believed it.”

“I must be strange,” Brooke said. “I don’t see a problem with it.”

“You weren’t raised like I was,” Christy said.

“Close enough. Except the Catholic part. Which reminds me—”

I cut her off with a headshake.

“Why not?”

“Now isn’t the time.”

“The time for what?” Christy asked.

“To gang up on you about birth control,” I said.

“Oh my gosh.” She gulped and took a long drink.

“If we’re going to gang up on her,” I said to Brooke, “let’s make it a gangbang instead.”

“Oh my gosh,” Christy repeated, but it was mostly for effect. Her eyes already shone with the effects of the alcohol—her metabolism wasn’t always a bad thing—and her nipples were faintly visible through her dress.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Brooke said to me. “I guess I just don’t understand why she’d ignore science in favor of religion.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Christy grumbled.

“Yeah, I know, Chris. But we’ve had this discussion before. If—”

I overrode her, “Let’s not have it again.”

Christy gave me a look of pure gratitude.

“Let’s just chill out instead,” I said. “Go for a swim. Maybe watch a movie.”

“Um…,” Christy said, “I think you forgot something.”

“What?”

“You know.”

“Oh, that,” I said, as if I’d just thought of it. “Yeah, of course. I’m going to fuck you both.”

Brooke looked surprised but not panicked.

“Speaking of which,” I added, “you’re wearing the wrong outfit.”

“Huh?”

“You still have your school uniform, right?”

“School uniform? We don—? Oh! You mean from Uni? Yeah, of course. But I told Chris already, I don’t know if they still fit. The skirts probably do, but…” She blushed. “I’m bigger up top now.”

“She’s lying,” Christy said. “She was big back then too.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Nuh-uh. I like my itty-bitty titties, Miss Melons.”

“And I like my melons,” Brooke shot back.

“I like ’em all,” I said before the friendly argument could escalate. “But I wanna see ’em and play with ’em. So, why don’t you change into your uniforms and show off a little?”

Brooke surprised me with a wry laugh. “I don’t think you’re going to like them as much as you think. They aren’t like the ones in movies and magazines.”

“The woman makes the outfit sexy,” I said, “not the other way around.”

She blushed.

“Still,” I suggested, “let’s spice ’em up a bit. Christy, no bra, no panties.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Brooke, no bra.”

“Hey,” Christy complained, “why’s she get to wear panties?”

“You’ll see.”

Brooke smirked.

“I’ll fix more drinks while you change,” I told them. Then I gave Brooke a significant look. “And don’t forget the stuff that goes with the thing.” Translation: bring the lube for the butt plug.

Christy scowled at the code words, but Brooke nodded that she’d understood.

I shooed them inside and toward the bedrooms. Our towels from the day before were sitting by the back door, along with our bags from the sex shop. I rummaged through them until I found the steel cock ring. My dick was semi-hard already, but I managed to get the ring on without too much trouble. I zipped up and arranged my rod so it wouldn’t bind when I sat down again. Then I went looking for a recipe for mai tais.

The liquor cabinet had a couple of bar manuals, so I picked one with pages that were wrinkled from spills. The one I wanted even had a helpful red stain on it. I had to hunt for a couple of ingredients—grenadine and orgeat syrup?—so I was still mixing when I heard the girls giggling in the living room.

Christy called into the kitchen, “We’re ready for detention, Mr. Hughes.”

“Yes, Miss Carmichael, come in.”

She stepped through the doorway and clasped her hands behind her back. Her stiff nipples showed through her white blouse, but Brooke had been right, the uniform wasn’t anything like I’d imagined. The skirt was pleated and plaid, but they were the only things it had in common with the fantasy schoolgirl costumes. It was knee-length and not the least bit sexy. Still, it would make a nice visual when it bunched around her waist while I buried my dick in her shaved pussy.

“You too, Miss O’Neill,” I said.

Brooke appeared from around the corner. Her skirt showed more leg because she was taller, but her blouse was even more revealing. The buttons strained to hold it together across her full breasts, and her pale skin showed where the placket stretched. My expression alone made her blush.

Christy grinned but then remembered her role. “I’m sorry we’re late, Mr. Hughes.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Let me finish this and we’ll start your detention.” I brandished the half-full measuring cup. “I normally don’t drink with students, but since you’re the only ones here…”

I finished the mai tais and ushered the girls toward the patio. Brooke grabbed the stack of towels on the way by. Outside, Christy grinned at the bulge in my trousers.

“Mr. Hughes, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just a detention rod.” I refilled our cups and gestured at them. “Drink up.”

“Mmm, yum! Special detention juice.”

Brooke decided to play along, so she eyed the cup suspiciously. “Mr. Hughes, is there alcohol in this?”

“Uh-huh. It helps the detention go faster.”

“You won’t tell our parents, will you?”

“No, of course not. Here, let me top that off for you.”

“Are you trying to get us drunk?” Christy asked as innocently as she could.

“Why? Don’t you drink with your boyfriends?”

“We don’t have boyfriends. We’re pure and innocent.”

Brooke snorted into her drink. “I’m sorry,” she said as she wiped mai tai from her lips and nose. “This is like a bad porn script.”

“That’s because you have no imagination,” Christy sniffed.

I chuckled. “She’s sorta right. It is like a porno.”

“How would you know? You said you haven’t seen many.” All of a sudden she balled a fist and stomped her foot. “Ugh! I hate it when you do this. It’s always so much sexier in my head.”

“Sorry, Chris,” Brooke said immediately. “It’s my fault.”

“No, he does this. I have a really fun idea and he ruins it.”

“In my defense,” I said, “I usually fuck you afterward.”

Brooke arched a perfect copper-colored eyebrow.

“Fine, whatever,” Christy said. “But… is it too much to ask for you to play along? Both of you! You’re just alike.”

“And you love us,” I said.

“Of course. But that doesn’t mean I like you all the time.”

I set my cup on the table, pulled her roughly against me, and kissed her, hard. Her eyes opened slowly when I pulled back.

“What about now?”

“Better.”

I kissed her again and squeezed her ass through her skirt.

She moaned into my mouth.

“Now?”

“Mmm, too soon to tell.”

I kissed her, backed her into the patio table, and reached for the hem of her skirt. I lifted it slowly, until my fingers found the heat and moisture at the junction of her thighs. Her smooth labia parted at my touch, and she spread her legs to give me better access.

“Damn,” Brooke said softly.

I pulled back and lifted Christy onto the table. She spread her knees when I moved between them. Her nipples strained through the white blouse as I lowered her to the table. Then I lifted her legs, and the skirt slid to her waist, just like it had in my imagination.

“Come here,” I said to Brooke. My lips met hers in a hungry kiss. At the same time, I felt for Christy’s pussy and teased her clit with my thumb.

“Unzip my pants,” I told Brooke. “Take out my cock.”

She gave me a smoldering smirk. “Yes, Mr. Hughes.”

“Kinda fun, isn’t it?” I said softly.

“I guess.” Her fingers found my zipper and lowered it. Then she reached into my trousers and fumbled at the fly of my boxers. Her eyes widened when she found my cock. “Mr. Hughes, your detention rod is so hard!”

“Don’t worry, it’s supposed to be.”

She rolled her eyes but said in a breathy porn voice, “We’ve never done this before. You’ll have to teach us.”

Christy moaned—from the cheesy dialogue or my thumb on her clit, maybe both—and I raised an eyebrow at Brooke.

Yeah, okay, I get it, she replied with a look. But I’m only doing it for her.

Oh, really?

I’m a serious person, her look said.

I doubled down with a skeptical eyebrow.

Okay, fine! You win. Yeah, it’s kinda fun.

I grinned smugly and said, “I’m glad you agree. Now, take out my cock.”

She tried but the head stuck on my boxers, so she used both hands to gently bend and pull it out.

“Oh, Mr. Hughes, it’s so big. Are you sure you aren’t a porn star?”

“No, I’m just a well-hung principal alone with two sexy students in detention. That happens every day in real life.”

She snorted a laugh but then did her best to stay in character. “Are you going to punish us with your detention rod?”

“Now I know you’re having fun,” I accused in a low voice.

“Yeah, I am.”

I kissed her again, and she returned it with real heat.

“I’ve never done it with a man.” She fluttered her eyelashes, ingénue-style. “What should I do?”

“I’ll show you. Rub my cock along her slit. Get it wet.”

Her eyes flashed with excitement.

“Now set it at her opening.”

She did, and I eased into Christy’s pussy. Her smooth labia spread to accommodate my cock, and I rocked my hips to move it back and forth.

“Damn,” the real Brooke whispered. “That’s hot.”

After a moment I pulled back, and she caught my dick as it slipped out.

“Oh, no fair!” Christy panted. “You’re teasing me. Put it back. Please, please. I’ll behave, Mr. Hughes, I swear.”

“Smack her pussy with it,” I said.

Brooke gave Christy’s smooth labia a couple of good whacks. The little blonde writhed with frustrated desire.

“Tease her with it. Make her beg.”

Brooke wasn’t as submissive as Christy, but she wasn’t quite dominant either, which made her the perfect assistant. She used my cock like a sex toy and rubbed it through Christy’s slippery channel.

“Oh, please,” Christy begged, “put it in.”

Brooke looked a question at me, so I nodded.

Christy gasped as my glans spread her open. Then I eased forward until my hips met her soft inner thighs. Brooke sighed, so I bent to kiss her. She responded eagerly and moaned into my mouth when she felt me start to fuck Christy.

“Open your blouse,” I said. “Both of you.”

Brooke blushed and took a deep breath.

“Nervous or excited?” I asked in a low voice.

“Both.”

I kissed her and ran my hands over Christy’s smooth thighs. When I looked down, she was watching us as she finished unbuttoning her own blouse. She met my eyes and deliberately bared her breasts. Her nipples were dark and stiff with arousal. Brooke finished unbuttoning her blouse. She spread the halves and showed me her breasts.

“You’re proud of those, aren’t you?”

“I like the way you look at them. Chris too.” She glanced down at Christy and then leaned close to whisper, “Besides, she’s jealous of me for a change.”

“Of course. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“Sexy as hell, too. I can’t wait till it’s your turn. I’m going to bend you over, lift your skirt, and slide into you.”

She closed her eyes, and her nostrils flared as she imagined it.

Christy brought us back to reality when she tensed up and squeaked with one of her mini-orgasms. Brooke watched her for a moment and then glanced at me for orders.

“Get on your knees,” I said. “Both of you.”

Brooke nodded and then grabbed a couple of towels from the stack. She dropped them on the concrete to use as kneepads. I pulled out of Christy. She sat up and then slid to her knees in front of me. Brooke sank to her own towel.

“Suck it,” I told them. “And make it good, or I won’t fuck you.”

Two mouths made a beeline for my cock. The steel ring trapped blood in my shaft and made it feel like I was constantly on the verge of an orgasm. I wasn’t, but I could feel the pressure building for real. Christy reached into my trousers to pull out my balls. She felt the ring and looked up in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I love it.” She tilted her head and sucked my balls, while Brooke caressed my shaft with her lips and tongue. She stroked me at the same time, and I enjoyed the view as the girls double-teamed me. They weren’t used to sucking a guy at the same time, but they made it work.

“I’m going to come,” I said eventually, my voice tight with strain. “Brooke, where do you want it? Mouth or face?”

“O-on my face.”

I began stroking myself and felt a wave of desire at the thought of covering her pretty face with semen. The pressure built until I could barely stand it. My cock felt harder than ever, primed and ready to explode. And then it did.

Brooke flinched as the first spurt struck her cheek and traced a line over the hair at her temple. She turned her face and leaned closer. The next spurt splashed over her cheek and dripped down. She turned the other way, and I coated her left side as well. I squeezed the last drop from my shaft and brushed it onto her full lower lip. She smiled up at me so I could admire my handiwork.

I wiped a trail of come off her chin, and she sucked it off my knuckle. I did the same with a line from her cheek. Then I offered a semen-covered finger to Christy, who licked it clean and kept sucking. Brooke used her own fingers to clean the rest of her face. She even wiped up drops from her shoulder and chest.

The ring at the base of my shaft meant that I didn’t go soft immediately, so I lifted Brooke to her feet.

“Take off her panties,” I told Christy.

“Yes, sir.”

The day was warm enough that I’d worked up a sweat, so I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. Then I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and unfastened my trousers. I had to carefully bend my cock to get it through the fly of my boxers.

“Last chance to say no,” I said to Brooke.

She took a deep breath, sat on the table, and lay back. Then she raised her knees and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny with arousal, and her skirt bunched at the waist like Christy’s had. The pink base of the butt plug peeked from between her cheeks.

I paused a moment to admire the view. My eyes roamed upward, over blue-green folds of skirt. Brooke’s breasts flattened under their own weight but were still generous mounds. Her nipples were larger and puffier than Christy’s, and her skin had gone pink from the heat of the day, but also from arousal.

She met my gaze and didn’t flinch, so I slid my cock along her channel. She was wet and very ready, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She gasped when I gripped her thighs and held them open. Her labia parted easily, so I angled my hips and slid into her silky smooth warmth.

I glanced sideways at Christy to gauge her reaction. She stretched upward and leaned in for a kiss. I released Brooke’s thigh and pulled Christy closer. She was still wearing her own skirt and blouse, so I told her to take them off.

“Yes, sir.” She tossed them onto a chair and returned to my side. “Thank you, Mr. Porn Star Boyfriend.”

“So… you’re okay with everything?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” She grinned. “Only, didn’t you promise her a good, hard fucking?”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I teased.

“Be nice. I’m a proper young lady… who wants you to fuck her friend.”

I rolled my eyes and began moving my hips. Christy watched as my cock slid in and out of Brooke’s smooth pussy. I could feel the butt plug inside her, a bulge that pressed against the underside of my cock with each thrust. I wasn’t in danger of coming any time soon, but I could easily see myself pounding away until I exploded inside her.

Christy must have read my mind. “This is so much hotter than I imagined.”

“So you like watching me fuck her?”

“What do you think?” She pulled my hand from Brooke’s thigh and gently guided it between her own. She gasped when my finger parted her slippery labia and slid inside. Then she closed her eyes and whimpered softly as I fingered her.

Brooke moved a hand and started playing with herself. I fucked her with long strokes as she rubbed her clit. The flush had crept all the way down to her forearms, and her skin glistened with perspiration.

Christy carefully withdrew my finger from her pussy. “I can’t think straight,” she said softly. “I want to watch instead.”

I nodded and spread Brooke’s thighs even wider. Then I began fucking her with single-minded intensity. She moaned and gasped with every thrust, and her breasts bounced hypnotically until she cupped them herself and pinched her nipples.

Unfortunately, the table itself eventually became a distraction. It had scooted several feet already, and the drinks were in danger of bouncing off the edge. I stopped thrusting and swallowed hard to moisten my mouth. On a whim, I grabbed my own cup and drained it. Brooke opened her eyes and took a moment to focus.

“Time for a break,” I said. “And to move to a better location.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I grinned. “The guys in your fantasies don’t take breaks, do they?”

She was so red that I couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not, but her guilty look was answer enough. All of a sudden she laughed.

“What?”

“Fletcher never lasted long enough to need one.”

“Well, part of it’s your fault,” I said.

“What? How?”

“You’re so sexy that I wouldn’t’ve lasted either,” I chuckled. “The cock ring helps, and I focused on other things, but I’ll be honest, the table is just an excuse. If I’d kept going, I’d’ve come by now.”

“Oh.”

Christy grinned down at her. “I told you.”

“You’re like a wet dream come true,” I said to Brooke. “Even better, you’re smart.”

She blinked at the seeming non sequitur.

“Almost any woman is interesting for a while. The smart ones are interesting forever.”

“Oh, boy,” Christy said. “You’re getting better, but that line is still pretty bad.”

“No one asked you,” Brooke snapped. To me, “Ignore her. You were saying…?”

I grinned at both of them. “Come on,” I said, “let’s have a quick drink and then move to a lounge chair.” I patted Brooke’s thigh and gently eased my swollen cock from her tight opening. We groaned together and shared a grin. “Besides,” I added, “I wanna try your ass.”

Christy’s expression shone with eagerness and not a trace of surprise.

“So you figured it out?” I said.

She rolled her eyes.

“She figures everything out,” Brooke said as she sat up. “Drives me nuts sometimes. She lies worse than all get out, but she never forgets stuff. She can’t do math, either, but she puts two and two together just fine.”

“Yep,” I said cheerily, “that’s our girl.” Then I grinned to take any sting out of it. “But we love her.”

“More than ever,” Brooke agreed.

“Come on,” I said. “Drinks first. Then the lounge chair. Anal sex to follow.” I grinned and glanced sideways at Christy. “You know I like it, right?”

“Seriously? We’ve been dating how long? Almost a year?”

“More like six months. But… yeah.”

“Whatever. Of course I know you like anal sex.”

“And… do you?”

“No,” she said sweetly, “but one of us really should.”

“I’ll tell you about the cucumbers later,” Brooke said dryly.

“Brooke Eileen O’Neill, don’t you dare!”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I can probably figure it out.” I grabbed the pitcher of mai tais and started filling cups. “Drink up. We have lots of fluids to replenish.”

* * *

After our break, we moved from the relative shade of the patio to the concrete deck by the pool. I dragged over one of the lounge chairs, a big wooden thing with hibiscus-pattern cushions straight out of the seventies. It was sturdy, though, and the back reclined flat, so it was more like a bed than a chair.

“How do you want me?” Brooke asked.

“Hands and knees.”

“Where do you want me?” Christy asked.

“By her head. You can play with her nipples.”

“Ooh, I like nipples, especially hers. They feel good in my mouth.”

“Everything feels good in your mouth,” Brooke teased.

“And don’t you forget it! Besides, you never complained.”

“Ladies,” I said, “On the chair. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” they said together.

My dick was still mostly hard, thanks to the cock ring. A paranoid part of me wondered how long it was safe to wear, but I decided to worry about that later. Brooke knelt and swept her ponytail over her shoulder. She watched me anxiously as I gripped the base of the butt plug and pulled gently. She whimpered as it came free.

I flipped open the top of the special lube. Brooke’s sphincter was pink and tight, but my finger slid inside her easily. She let out a little sigh of half-pleasure, half-surprise. I coated my dick with another squirt of lube and felt it go slightly numb. I gave her ass another squirt, just to be sure. Then I sank to my knees between hers.

“Go slow,” she said.

“He’s done this before,” Christy reassured her. “And I’m right here.”

I set the tip of my cock at her anus and gently pushed. It slipped inside far easier than I’d expected, so I stopped abruptly. Brooke groaned, but it was mostly pleasure. I held her hips and eased another inch into her, and she panted to catch her breath. Christy shot me a “hold on” look.

“It feels good,” Brooke said, “but… damn.” After a moment she looked over her shoulder. “How much is in there?”

“Two inches. Maybe a bit more.”

She didn’t believe me, so she reached between her legs and felt around until she touched my shaft and balls.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“Nope. You want me to stop? Pull out?”

“Uh-uh. I always wanted to try this. Fletcher thought it was gross.”

“Remind me again why you were dating him.”

“I’m not sure.”

“You ready for me to keep going?”

She nodded.

I slid another couple of inches into her, very slowly, before she groaned again.

“No, keep going,” she panted. “It feels good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It was just… the initial feeling. Being so… unh! Full. He isn’t a cucumber.”

“Fine, he gets it,” Christy said waspishly. “We tried to put cucumbers in our butts.” She looked at me. “We were drunk. And it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “I have some stories like that.”

“I’m sure you do. And if you must know—” She glared before I could say anything. “We used condoms, but it was still disgusting.”

“Speak for yourself,” Brooke said.

“And it hurt.”

“But you like pain.”

“Not that kind, not back there. Uh-uh, no way.”

Brooke looked back at me and grinned. “Now you know why we never tried anal again. Li’l Miss Oral here had other ideas.”

“Which you probably never complained about,” I chuckled.

“Um… no.”

“You ready to try again?” I said.

She nodded, and I pulled out a little and began moving my hips back and forth.

“Oh, damn! That’s good. Keep doing that.”

I kept doing that.

Christy smiled at me over Brooke’s back. Her eyes shone bright with affection. Then she turned her attention to Brooke, who was panting with pleasure more than pain. I held her hips and gently fucked her ass until I buried my entire cock inside her. She reached between her legs and felt my balls tight against her pussy.

“You ready for me to keep going?” I asked.

“I… think so. Slow, though.”

“Slow and steady wins the race.”

I withdrew and then eased into her with short thrusts that went a little deeper each time. She groaned and hung her head as I shifted my hands to her waist and started fucking her for real. I didn’t slam into her, but I thrust hard enough that my hips made slapping noises against her soft, round buttocks.

Christy reached under her and teased her nipples, but she didn’t really know what to do otherwise. I had a thought, so I caught her eye and gestured for her to stand. Then I stopped thrusting and snaked an arm around Brooke’s middle.

“Roll with me,” I told her. “I want you on top.”

We carefully lowered ourselves to the cushions and then I lifted her on top of me.

“Just lie on my chest,” I said as she breathed hard from exertion and excitement. Her skin was hot and sticky where it touched mine. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah. I’m getting close.”

I nodded to Christy, who knelt between our legs. She caressed my swollen balls as she began licking Brooke’s pussy.

“Damn,” Brooke said softly, to me, “it’s really nice to have a guy who knows what he’s doing. Now I’m super-jealous.”

I gently turned her head toward me and kissed her. She groaned into my mouth when I started rocking my hips. Her ass was hot, tight, and smooth, and I felt my own orgasm building. I kissed her again and cupped her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed and pinched her nipples.

“Harder?”

“Uh-uh, that’s good. Just like that.”

I nodded and concentrated on not coming before she did. I wouldn’t have to wait long, I thought, especially with “Li’l Miss Oral” between her legs. I chuckled to myself at Brooke’s Texas version of the nicknames Christy used, and a distracted part of me wondered who’d started it.

Seriously? the little head said. Now? You pick the weirdest times to wonder about things.

What else am I s’posed to do? I’m basically a joystick at this point.

I don’t know why I put up with you, he said in a near-perfect imitation of Wren.

Because you can’t seduce girls like Christy and Brooke.

Wanna bet? he shot back.

Buddy, girls aren’t like guys. We see a nice pair of tits or a hot ass and we don’t care what the girl’s like.

Yeah, so?

Girls want a guy who cares about them as people, not body parts. Besides, most girls think dicks are kinda funny-lookin’.

Who’s funny-lookin’?

You, my friend. Yeah, I like you, but girls don’t see a dick and decide to go to bed with the guy.

Some do, he sulked.

True, but we don’t want girls like that. We want girls like Christy and Brooke.

They like me.

Yeah, but only ’cause you’re with me.

Aren’t you special, he grumbled.

“Mmm hmm,” I said aloud, but softly. “And lucky as hell.”

Fortunately, Brooke wasn’t paying attention to me. Christy had just done something to push her over the edge, and she arched her back in the buildup to orgasm. All of a sudden it hit and her muscles clenched, including her butt. I felt like my cock was being crushed in a vise.

She relaxed after a short eternity.

Being a joystick is hard work, I thought as blood flow returned to my cock.

“Are you okay?” Brooke panted.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”

“You made a noise. Like, in pain.”

“Oh, that. No, it was just a little intense there for a while. I hope I didn’t ruin it for you.”

“No. I was more worried about you.”

“I’m fine, but thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m ready to come, though. Where—?”

“In my butt. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like.”

“You might be disappointed,” I chuckled.

“It’s the guy that makes it special.”

“Ha! Fair enough. In that case, here goes.”

I held her hips and started moving my own. I didn’t want to pound into her, but she urged me on with sighs and moans of excitement. My orgasm had been a long time coming, and the steel ring had delayed it even longer.

My cock felt like a cannon going off when I finally came. I arched my back and cried out from the force of it. The pleasure seemed to last forever, long after I actually stopped spurting. I eventually sagged to the cushions and inhaled great lungfuls of air.

My cock finally began to soften, and she sighed as it slipped from her ass. I swallowed to moisten my mouth, and Christy’s smiling face appeared above us.

“Well?” I said after a moment, “how was it?”

“Me or her?” she said.

“Either. Both.”

“She’s awesome,” Christy said. “I know that look. Me? I’m awesome too. And I hate to bother you, but I really need some attention.”

My brow furrowed. “Anal attention?”

“Oh my gosh, no!” She shuddered with revulsion. “No. Just… no.”

“Then… what?”

“What does she always want?” Brooke said. “Something in her mouth.”

I glanced at Christy, who replied with a goofy, enthusiastic nod.

“Ha! Okay,” I said. “A joystick’s work is never done.”

“Huh?”

“Long story. Don’t ask.” I helped Brooke stand. “Let’s go for a swim first, to rinse off.”

The afternoon sun was hot enough that the cool water was a welcome relief. Christy swam into my arms and kissed me playfully. Then she reached for my limp manhood.

“Have you had enough time to recover?”

“You’re insatiable,” I teased.

“Oh, that reminds me. Hey, Brooke?”

“Yeah?” She swam over to us.

“Did you copy those movies for us?”

“Last week, after my parents left. I did the three you asked for, plus one more I think you’ll like.”

“Are you going to tell me what they are?” I asked Christy.

“I thought I’d surprise you. I have to keep you interested, you know.”

“You keep me very interested.”

“Mmm, I know. And now… can I interest you in a blowjob?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” I hoisted myself out of the water and sat on the sun-warmed concrete coping. Christy immediately went for my cock and moaned as it grew harder in her mouth. Brooke swam closer. She watched in silence for nearly half a minute before she realized that I was watching her.

“Chris and I used to talk about this stuff,” she said, “but I never thought it’d happen. Not for real. Just her luck that she’d start dating a guy who’s an actual swinger.”

“At least she shares,” I hinted.

Brooke looked up and smiled a little bashfully. “Step into my parlor…?” she said, although she hopped up beside me.

I pulled her closer and bent to kiss her. She leaned into me, and we made out for several minutes. She was a good kisser, and her smooth body felt incredible in my arms, but I could sense a sort of tension growing in her. It wasn’t shyness, so I pulled back to let her watch.

“You always seem to know what I want,” she said.

“I pay attention.”

“He does,” Christy said. She bent her head and nuzzled my balls as she stroked my shaft. “It’s kinda scary how much he knows about me.”

“Yeah,” Brooke said, “but you’re perfect for each other.”

“He’s perfect for you, too, but I got him first.”

“Girls,” I said facetiously, “there’s enough of me to go around.”

Brooke chuckled, while Christy grinned and returned her lips to my cock.

“She really likes sucking dick,” Brooke said. “I knew she did, but it’s different when you see it in person. We used to talk about what we did with our boyfriends, back in high school, but it was kids’ stuff compared to this. This is something straight out of Penthouse.” She laughed softly. “I always thought half of those letters were made-up. They just seemed too wild to be true.”

I shrugged. “It’s all in your head anyway.”

“What is?”

“Sex. It’s about ninety percent mental. Yeah, the physical stuff’s important, but it’s just body parts, and they’re the same for everyone. The stuff in your head matters more.”

She nodded at the wisdom of it.

“That’s why Christy and I are perfect for each other. Same with you and her.”

“I still think it’s cool that you don’t have a problem with it. With us, I mean. It’s even starting to seem normal, what we’re doing now.”

“You mean you don’t do this every day?”

“No,” she laughed, “but I could get used to it, pretty fast.” She had a thought and said, “Chris said you never make her feel dirty, and now I get it. That’s part of the mental thing, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

Her eyes flashed. “I keep thinking of things I wanna try.”

“Oh? Anything specific?”

“Watch me play with myself?”

“I’d love to.”

She grinned and scooted away from me so she could raise her foot to the side of the pool. Her pussy spread open and made her self-conscious for a moment, until she saw my expression.

“Yeah, now I get it,” she repeated. “You make me feel sexy, not dirty.”

Christy stopped sucking long enough to say, “I told you.”

Brooke rolled her eyes but smiled fondly. Then she looked directly at me. She moved her hand between her legs, and her expression transformed with pleasure as she began playing with herself. Her perfect breasts jiggled as her hand and arm moved.

After a couple of minutes, I had a thought. She’d put on similar shows for her brother, but they’d never done anything together. I was pretty sure he was part of the fantasy going through her head at the moment, and I wondered how she’d react if I acted out his part.

I reached out and touched her pussy with two fingers. She gasped and then moaned as I slowly slid them inside her. Her own fingers went into overdrive on her clit, and she compressed her lips as she concentrated. I began finger-fucking her and immediately felt a surge of heat and moisture.

The mutual fantasy must’ve had its effect on me too, because my dick swelled in Christy’s mouth. She moaned and began sucking like she was ready to taste me. I had grand plans to keep Brooke simmering until I was ready, but she had other ideas. She cried out and grabbed my hand. I stopped moving my fingers and simply pressed them into her G-spot. She bucked against me as her climax peaked.

After several moments she relaxed, and I slowly withdrew my fingers. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and she moistened her lips as she savored the post-orgasmic high. Then she grinned and deliberately ran a finger through her damp channel. She gazed at me as she tasted herself and sucked her finger like a little cock.

Christy massaged my balls and swirled her tongue around my glans. A moment later she plunged her lips over my shaft as it swelled and then erupted down her throat. She swallowed when I finished and pulled back a little to squeeze out the remaining drops.

She eventually let my soft penis slip from her lips. Then she rested her cheek on my thigh. She planted a soft kiss and caressed my leg. Brooke turned and leaned against me when I gestured. I put my arm around her, and we all three heaved a sigh of contentment.

* * *

Christy wanted to swim and stay out longer, but Brooke and I talked her out of it.

“I’m burned already,” I said, “and I’ll turn into a lobster if I stay out any longer.”

“Same here,” Brooke agreed.

“Fine, whatever. Mr. and Miss Spoilsport. I need a snack anyway.”

Brooke and I shared a grin. Inside, she wrapped a towel around herself but then looked a little self-conscious when she realized that Christy and I weren’t doing the same. So she took it off and draped it over a kitchen chair as I surveyed the contents of the fridge and grabbed bunny-type sandwich ingredients.

“You want one?” I asked Brooke.

“No thanks. I’m still full from lunch.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Stupid metabolism,” Christy mumbled.

I shot her a grin and pulled out the pitcher of orange juice. “Looks like we have enough for one more batch.”

“Don’t worry,” Brooke said to Christy, “my parents stocked up before they left, so we have more whiskey.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

I made Christy’s sandwich while she and Brooke chatted and mixed the mai tais. Then we spread our towels on the kitchen chairs and sat while Christy ate. Brooke shifted in her seat several times before she found a comfortable position.

“Penthouse never says a thing about this part of it,” she groused.

“I was sore for a week,” Christy said, “after Paul and I started doing it. Good sore, but still…”

“I’ll get used to it,” Brooke said, “but right now it’s a little uncomfortable. Anyway, let’s talk about something besides my butt.”

I glanced at my watch and asked, “Is it okay if I call long-distance?”

“Call home?”

“Yeah. I need to let Trip and Wren know about the change of plans.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Christy said. “I completely forgot.”

Brooke shot me an “of course” look and then glanced at the cordless phone on the kitchen counter. I dialed our number, and Trip picked up on the third ring. I gave him the news and then we talked for a couple of minutes about his and Wren’s weekend.

“You shoulda seen her face,” he finished with a chuckle, “when I told her where we were going for brunch. Perfect end to an awesome weekend, dude.”

“Glad to hear it. She really needed the break.”

“No kidding.”

He didn’t know about our weekend plans, so I told him a version that left out Brooke completely. I used Harry and Marianne’s announcement as our excuse for staying an extra day.

“So Christy’s gonna be an aunt again?” he said. “Cool. How many does that make? Fifteen? Twenty?”

“They’re Catholics, not rabbits,” I chuckled. “The new one will be number eight.”

“Whatever,” he said. “That’s still a lot of kids.”

“I’ll tell her you said that,” I said dryly.

“No, don’t! I still wanna get lucky with her. No offense.”

“None taken. But hey, I’d better get back. We’re about to have dessert, a couple of beautiful pies.” I glanced at the girls and added, “Lemon meringue and strawberry. The lemon’s my favorite, although it can be a little sour.”

Christy narrowed her eyes dangerously, while Brooke clapped a hand over her mouth and shook with silent laughter.

“The berries on the other one are big and ripe, though. Totally mouthwatering.”

“Whatever,” Trip said. “Enjoy.”

“I will, thanks. I might go wild and have one of each.”

“Don’t eat too much,” he laughed. “We’ll see you tomorrow night.”

We said goodbye and hung up.

“Funny, ha ha,” Christy deadpanned.

Brooke laughed so hard that she actually snorted, which was cute and nerdy at the same time. “Oh, Chris,” she gasped when she could talk again, “he’s got your number.”

“Thank you, Miss Obvious.”

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset at you. He’s the one who said it.”

“Can I make it up to you?” I asked with a barely suppressed grin. “I’ll eat your pie.”

* * *

Christy wasn’t actually in the mood to be eaten, so we lounged around the patio table, relaxing and drinking and chatting as the sun slowly sank toward the ocean.

The conversation was mostly about sex and the past couple of days, but Brooke also talked about her relationship with Fletcher. Most of it was just the normal venting about an ex, although I caught a couple of hints about things she’d wanted to try (that he hadn’t). Anal was only the tip of the iceberg. She also wanted to dip her toes into bondage and maybe even sex in public.

The bottle of whiskey came out once we finished the pitcher of mai tais. Brooke didn’t drink quite as much as Christy, but I knew better than to try to keep up with either of them. Instead, I filled my cup with ice and added water from a little pitcher every time I refreshed the alcohol.

The girls were both pretty buzzed by the time the sun finally set, and their normal inhibitions disappeared. Christy turned affectionate, while Brooke became a little more competitive.

“Aren’t you embarrassed,” she asked in an attempt to tease me, “that us girls are drinking more than you?”

I shrugged. “It isn’t a contest. As long as we’re all enjoying ourselves, who cares?”

“But don’t you wanna drink like a man?”

“Not really. Besides, what does it mean to do something ‘like a man’?”

“Give it up,” Christy told her. “You won’t win. He’s, like, super-cool about men and women.”

“Sure,” Brooke said doggedly, “but if he’s a real man—”

“What exactly is a ‘real man’?” I interrupted. “A guy who drinks a lot? Fights other ‘real men’? Treats women like dirt? Has to prove how macho he is?”

“Well… yeah, I guess.”

“No.”

“Here we go,” Christy said to Brooke with a smug look. “You’ll see.”

“That guy sounds like a jerk,” I continued calmly. “A ‘real man’ doesn’t need to prove it. And he treats women with respect. Not because they’re women, but because they’re people. You want equal rights? It starts with guys who know what it means to be a ‘real man.’”

“I told you,” Christy said in her soft singsong.

“Oh,” Brooke said abruptly. “Well. When you put it that way…” Then she thought about it and said, “But you seem like one of those guys when you fuck us.”

“That’s different,” I said. “It’s sex. Besides, it’s mostly an act. Yeah, I have a dominant personality, and Christy’s submissive—”

The little blonde nodded emphatically.

“—but I’m only in control because she wants me to be. The same with you. And you do it ’cause it gets you hot.”

“You can say that again,” Christy said under her breath.

“But,” I continued, “I don’t do it when we aren’t having sex.”

“No, I guess not,” Brooke admitted.

“D’you remember what I said? That sex is ninety percent mental? I put on the act for your pleasure. Yeah, I do it for mine too, but I try not to be a selfish jerk about it.”

Christy dipped her finger in her whiskey and ran it around the rim of her tumbler. “I told you…”

Brooke ignored her and said to me, “You aren’t.” She downed her remaining whiskey and stared at the empty cup. “I’m disgustingly sober all of a sudden.”

“I can fix that.” I reached for the bottle and poured.

“You can fix a lot of things,” she said semi-distractedly, “starting with my you-know-what.”

“Strawberry pie?” I teased.

Brooke’s cheeks were pink from the sun, but the rest of her face turned the same color.

“I still can’t believe you said that,” Christy complained. “I’m not sour!”

“No, but it was too good to pass up.”

“It kinda was,” Brooke agreed. Her color faded and she gave Christy a speculative look. “I could really go for some pie right now.”

Christy’s eyes widened.

I gently moved her feet from my lap. “This is one of those times I really enjoy being a guy. No one has to wonder what I’m thinking.” I stood and stroked my resurgent erection, in case either of them did wonder. “Come on,” I added, “time for a swim.”

“Lights or no lights?” Brooke asked.

“Huh? Oh, in the pool. Lights, I think. I wanna see what I’m doing.”

The pool glowed when she flipped the switch. Then she jogged toward the water, and I watched her breasts bounce as she passed. Her firm ass held my eyes after that. Christy grinned, so I swatted her firm ass and swept her into my arms. She playfully kicked her feet as I walked down the stairs and into the water.

Brooke surfaced, and her perfect breasts shone in the light from below. I set Christy on her feet, although she submerged completely and then rose in front of Brooke. They started kissing and playing with each other’s water-slick breasts. I was content to watch for a couple of minutes, until Brooke gave me a look.

“Are you ready for pie?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm.”

I lifted Christy to the side of the pool and then moved out of the way. Brooke immediately replaced me between her legs. I teased Brooke’s pussy from behind, until she reached back and gripped my hard-on. She stroked it insistently, so I pulled it from her grasp and set it at her opening. I slid into her and groaned as silky heat caressed my shaft.

After a moment I started fucking her slowly. Christy held Brooke’s head and eventually stiffened with one of her mini-orgasms.

“Switch places,” I told them.

Then I fucked Christy from behind while she licked Brooke, who caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples while I watched. I didn’t want to come too soon, so we moved to the flat lounge chair. Christy sat on my cock while Brooke straddled my face. They kissed and made out while they rode me, and a distracted part of me wished I’d had a camera.

Will you focus? the little head said peevishly.

Pun intended?

No, you idiot! Come intended.

I chuckled at my own wit. Then I patted Christy’s flank and had the girls switch places.

“How do you do it?” Brooke asked me.

“What?”

“Stay so hard without coming.”

“I told you,” Christy said, “he can do it ten times a night.”

“More like five or six,” I repeated.

“Who’s counting?” Brooke asked as she straddled my hips and reached between us to steady my hard-on. She sank onto it. Then Christy knelt over my face and lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Brooke leaned forward, and they picked up where they’d left off earlier.

Christy came after several minutes, and her juices coated my lips. She supported herself with her hands on my chest and slowly caught her breath. Brooke continued grinding her pussy on my shaft. It felt good, but I was ready for more control.

“Hop up,” I said as I patted Christy’s thigh. “You too, Brooke. On your back. Spread your legs.”

Brooke’s smooth pussy glistened with arousal, and her dark inner labia spread invitingly. I set my cock between them and slid into her. Then I braced myself on my hands and began thrusting. Christy started kissing her but quickly moved to her nipples.

I fucked Brooke steadily as the pressure built in my balls. She still hadn’t come yet, but I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. Some distracted part of me remembered that we hadn’t actually talked about birth control, but I was pretty sure she was on the pill. The little head was willing to risk it, of course, and the big head wasn’t inclined to argue.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, my voice tight with the effort to hold back, just in case.

“Inside me,” Brooke gasped, and that was all the little head needed.

I rammed home and arched my back as my cock erupted deep inside her. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses, and I lost touch with reality until I eventually stopped shooting. I slowly caught my breath and came back to my senses. Then I climbed off and told Christy to finish her.

She didn’t waste any time. She straddled Brooke in a sixty-nine, and they began licking each other with moans and sighs. To my surprise, Christy came again, another of her mini-orgasms. Then she licked and sucked Brooke’s clit until the redhead tensed up and cried out softly.

Neither girl moved for a long time, until Christy turned around and lay beside Brooke. She rested her head on her friend’s arm and idly toyed with one soft, pink nipple. Brooke had a thought and glanced at me.

“That’s four, right?”

“Who’s counting?” I teased.

“Me.”

“Well, I lost track,” Christy said.

“Li’l Miss Arithmetic,” Brooke said fondly. She squeezed Christy and then looked at me out of the corner of her eye to gauge my reaction.

I nodded my approval.

“Thanks. Do you think you can manage six?”

“Oh, at least,” I said with only a touch of false bravado.

“What about ten?” Christy asked. “For real?”

“With you two? No problem! But… you probably need to eat something first.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Dinner?” Brooke said. “I have fish sticks in the freezer, and we can make a salad.”

“Mmm, yum. Maybe Paul can supply the dressing.”

“My God, woman,” I cried, “you’re insatiable!”

“Ooh, good idea! We can watch it after we eat.”

“Watch what?”

“Insatiable,” she said, as though I should’ve known. “It’s the one— Never mind. You’ll see.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?”

“Well, you could…,” Brooke teased.

“But we’d miss you,” Christy added.

“She’s right. I kinda like this sharing thing.”

“I told you.”

“Yeah, I know. But you know how I am,” Brooke said. “I have to figure it out for myself. So sue me.”

“I’d rather use you instead,” Christy shot back.

“Can I… um… try your handcuffs?”

“Of course. And we can both try the nipple clamps. Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!”

“I created two monsters,” I said under my breath.

“I know, right!” Christy said, completely unabashed. “We’re bondage and penis monsters.”

“Bondage and penis monsters?” Brooke said with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’ll show you. It’s so much better with a penis.” She grinned at me. “As a matter of fact, everything’s better with a penis.”