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   The Arrangement Chapter 1(enf, exh, voy) By Happy



   My name is Jack.  There is nothing remarkable about me.  I'm just
average in all ways.  That might explain why I am divorced and living alone
in a small two bedroom apartment.

   I've been divorced for seven years.  My ex-wife is Brenda and she's a
looker.  The problem was she is also promiscuous.  She has two daughters
from different fathers.  Neither of them is mine.  They were aged eleven
and thirteen at the time of the divorce.  I haven't seen the three of them
since the final hearing.  But that was about to change.

   They showed up at my door unannounced.  Brenda pleaded with me to let
them stay with me until they could get back on their feet.  She explained
that she had absolutely no cash and they had been evicted from where they
were previously living.  Brenda continued by saying that her car outside
had less than 1/8 of a tank of gas left.

   I invited them inside to talk this out in private.  Brenda immediately
thanked me with puddles in her eyes.  As I was holding the door open for
them, I examined each one of them as they filed past each carrying a
suitcase.  The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  The teenaged
daughters were blossoming into beautiful women.  Damn, I couldn't have
them.

   I presented the no-lose ultimate offer (for me).  I told them that could
stay for as long they complied with my rules.  I continued with telling
them that if I was paying for everything, they were each expected to take
an equal third of all the chores.  I told them that means cooking,
cleaning, laundry, vacuuming, etc.  I told them that they should work out
who does what amongst themselves.

   Then I dropped the bomb.  I explained that females were not allowed to
wear clothes while they were here.  I added that meant all three of them
and any guests they might have.  I added that if any of them had a problem
with that, all three of them would find their suitcases outside my entrance
door.

   There was a long moment of silence.  The three of them looked at me with
a disbelieving glance.  Finally, Brenda hung her head toward the floor and
whispered, "okay".  The daughters redirected their stare to their mother
with a new level of disbelief on their faces.

   "Show me", I answered.

   "Please don't make me do this right now", Brenda answered, "my daughters
haven't seen me undressed since they were infants".

   "You have ten seconds to decide whether that's going to change", I
replied.  I mentally ticked off five seconds and then moved to pick up
Brenda's suitcase.

   "No.  Wait.  I'll do it", She said with her head redirected to the
floor. Brenda then meticulously removed all of her clothing.  She was as
beautiful as I remembered.  She had almost no chest, but the way she
carried herself, her perfect posture, told the story that she was a very
sexy female.

   As she settled back in her seat on the couch, I encouraged her.  "Good
girl", I said, "Now uncross your legs and open up your knees.  You have
nothing to be ashamed of." Very slowly she closed her eyes and exposed a
wide open vagina.  It was just like the days of years ago.

   It was hard to look away from Brenda's body.  But, I made eye contact
with the two teenagers and said, "Girls, this is what a beautiful woman
looks like.  This is one of the big reasons that I married her years ago.
Back then, when you three lived with me, I would undress her after you were
put to bed.  Right in front of the couch.  It terrified her.  She feared
that one or both of you would get up from bed and catch her naked."

   "Now she has no choice.  So, the ice has been broken.  Brenda will be
nude unless I say otherwise.  The good news is, so will you." I said with a
smirk.

   I got the response that I was expecting.  Two gaping mouths and shocked
looks from the girls.

   I looked back at Brenda and said, "If you still want to stay here, take
your suitcase and the clothes you just removed and bring them to the second
bedroom down the hall.  Then return remaining dressed as you are." She did
as instructed and left the room.

   I knew I was sending her to my bedroom, but I had limited
accommodations, so she would have to share my bed.  I was curious to see if
she would rub her naked body against me under the covers.

   I then pulled out my cell phone out from my belt holster.  I called a
local pizzeria and ordered two pizzas so that we could eat this evening. 
Then I proposed a competition to the girls.

   "When is the last time you saw each other undressed?", I asked.  I was
greeted by two blank stares.  Then they looked at each other with similar
facial expressions.  Brenda re-entered the living room rubbing her bare
chest with both hands.  Her shaved pussy was on full display.  She sat
herself in the recliner.

   "Been that long, huh?", I answered on the girl's behalf, "Grab your
suitcases and follow me"

   I led my step daughters to the first bedroom.  There was only one double
bed in that room.

   "As you can see by the size of the bed, you two are going to make your
relationship a lot more personal.  There is limited space on that mattress
and you both will be wearing your bare skin every night.", I announced. 
"And so here's the deal.  I'm going back to the living room in a moment. 
The first of the two of you that seats herself next to me on the couch
completely nude is the winner".

   I continued, "The winner gets to stay on the couch during the pizza
delivery.  She even has permission to cover her girl parts with her hands
until the pizza delivery person leaves.  The loser has to assist your
mother with answering the door.  She doesn't get to cover with anything. 
Neither does Brenda.  If either of you refuses to participate, all three of
you are out of here"

   I turned and left the room headed for the couch.  As I seated myself, I
gave Brenda a 'look'.  She met my eyes and read the look correctly.  She
quickly hooked her leg closest to me over the arm of the recliner
effectively opening up her crotch for viewing.

   The younger daughter, Jillian, was the first to appear.  She scampered
down the hallway and plopped her naked behind on the couch next to me.  I
leaned over and gave her a smooch on her forehead.  "You're the winner", I
declared.

   Jillian is beautiful.  She is a slightly shorter version of her mother.
Her chest is very small, but her nipples stand up high and proud.  After a
quick glance, I noticed that she was beginning to grow some pubic hair. 
Shaving it was inevitable.

   I then turned my head toward the hallway and called out, "Sandra?" A
half naked Sandra crept out into the hallway.  She was trying her best to
cover her breasts with her hands.  She was still wearing panties, but that
was all.

   "Come here", I instructed as I pointed to the spot on the floor between
my feet.  With some hesitation, Sandra took the position I pointed to.

   "You remind me of your mother", I began, "I had to help her years ago. I
will help you too".

   Sandra closed her eyes in shame as she felt my hands take hold of the
waistband of her panties and tugged them down.  When they were puddled
around her feet, I told her to step out of them.  She did.  I then gently
took hold of her wrists and guided her her hands down to her sides.  This
young woman was erotically exquisite.  What a body she has.

   "Open your eyes and do a slow 360 degree turn right where you stand", I
firmly stated.

   She did the turn while all of us watched.  When she was facing me again,
I said,"There, the worst is over with.  We all now know what you look like
in your bare skin.  It only gets better from here.  You've made a big step
in getting over your modesty".  I reached back and pulled out my wallet.  I
pulled out enough cash to pay for the pizzas and a generous tip.

   "Time for another step", I encouraged as I pressed the cash into her
right hand.  "When the pizzas arrive, you are to answer the door with your
mother.  Invite the delivery person inside.  Then Brenda will accept the
pizzas and you will pay for them.  Do you understand?".  Sandra quietly
nodded.  Ironically at that moment, the doorbell rang.