--===Justice Seven Episode 8: Personal Affairs===-- Justice Seven Episode 8: Personal Affairs _Author's Note:_ *This story begins at the end of Episode 5: The Cybernetic Connector. Again, a calendar of events has been updated to reflect this chapter. After this point, the episodes should be mostly sequential, though there are certain to be slight overlaps in the future, as well.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "So, do you drive?" Jen wanted to know. Akira nodded. "I have my learner's permit already. I intend to take the driving test soon." "It would be nice to have someone who could take us where we needed to go. Of course, you probably don't have a car," Jim said. "I can borrow my mother's car, if we need it. May I... speak freely?" "Sure," Jim said. Jen nodded, beside him. "The two of you seem more willing to accept my presence than the others..." He didn't need to say any more than that. Jim raised his hand and smiled. "I guess we're just not as paranoid as the rest of them. I dunno... actually, for me it was easy enough. Jen trusts you, so I trust you." "And why do you trust me?" Akira asked, turning to Jen. Jen shrugged. "I just don't get the impression that you're here to cause us trouble. I'm like that sometimes. You'll get used to me. Or I'll drive you nuts, one or the other." Jen giggled, and Jim tickled her. Akira was interested to see them interacting, and was pleased they felt comfortable enough to play in front of him. Just then, the younger girl, whom Akira remembered was known as Andie, walked up. She looked as if something was on her mind. Akira nodded politely, and she smiled at him, but it was a weak smile. "Jim, can I talk to you a minute?" "Sure." The two stepped slightly away from the others, and Andie lowered her voice. "You remember that... thing... you said I could talk to you about, if I ever felt like it?" Jim knew immediately that she was talking about the night her father had tried to rape her. He was still fairly proud of himself for having helped keep that from happening. He looked at Andie, and nodded seriously. "I think I'm ready... if you have the time." Jim put his hand on her shoulder. "I've always got the time. Let me just tell Jen, and we can take the bus back to your house." Jen and Akira were making small talk while the other two spoke more seriously, and they stopped as Jim and Andie came back to them. "Jen," Andie said, surprising Jim, "you mind if I borrow your boyfriend for the afternoon?" Jen looked to Jim, and received a very small nod. *Oh. So that's it.* She smiled at Andie, and replied, "Sure." She turned to Jim and smiled. She leaned up and whispered, "I'll see you at school. You be nice, now," She kissed him, and then turned away. Jim took a moment to get his blush under control, but did so quickly, in the hopes that Andie wouldn't ask about it. Either she hadn't noticed, or didn't want to intrude, because she didn't ask about it. She did stop him from walking out, though. He turned and looked at her questioningly. "You think maybe we could talk here? I know my mom won't interrupt us here, and it feels safer here than at home." "Sure. Hey, Claire?" Jim called, turning to her. Her father had an ownership percentage in the junkyard, and she had the keys. "Yeah?" she said, coming over. "If you don't mind, I'll lock up." "O...kay..." she said. "Something up?" Andie just shook her head at her friend, and immediately Claire knew what was happening. She wasn't really supposed to know, but she knew anyway. She handed Jim the keys. "Get them back to me at school, okay?" "Sure. Thanks." The two waited for everyone to clear out, and then they returned to the room that they had fixed up as their meeting place. Jim went and sat on the couch. He figured it was best if he sat down first; then Andie would choose how close or far away she wanted to be. Andie sat next to him on the couch, far enough so that she could turn her body to face him, but no farther away than that. He made himself comfortable, knowing that she might take a good deal of time to be ready to talk about that night. After a solid minute of silence, with Andie looking down at her hands, resting in her lap, and then to the side, facing the far wall, instead of looking at Jim, she was finally able to look him in the eye. "Where do you want me to start?" Jim could tell that she was keeping herself under tight control; he was sure she was already on the verge of tears. This was going to be a hard conversation, he was sure. Smiling softly, he said, "Start wherever you feel comfortable. We don't *have* to do this, you know." She gave him a grateful smile, but shook her head negatively. "No, I do. I'm just not sure I *can*." Jim reached over and put his hand on her upper arm. She looked at him, almost pleading with him to help her. He said, "Whatever is said here... whatever happens here... stays here. I won't tell anyone. Not Jen, not Claire, no one." Andie graced him with another grateful smile. "Thanks. I just... it's not exactly fun to talk about, you know?" "I know. Why don't you start at the beginning?" He didn't really want to put her through this hell, but she seemed to think it was necessary, so he thought it might be best if she just got it out in the open. "Okay." She took a deep breath, but still couldn't really speak. She looked up at Jim again, and had a thought. She moved closer to him, and turned her body away from him, so her back was to him, then she settled against him. "Do you mind?" she asked softly. Jim was surprised, but understood that she was looking for support. He shifted his body, and then pulled her softly back against his chest. He put his arms around her waist, and held onto her tenderly. He could feel the tension in her body. She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled. "Is this better?" he asked quietly. "I don't know if it'll help me talk about it, but it *is* better." Jim tried not to smile at that remark; he wasn't here for *that*... unless she asked for it. "So," he said, hoping to get her started. Andie stared off into the distance, her eyes unfocused, and her voice was soft, and a little shaky. "I'm sure you know by now that my father wanted a boy. He was going to name him Andrew, after my grandfather. When I came along, it pretty much ruined his whole day. He had no use for a girl. Plus, when Mom had me, it was a tough birth, and she couldn't have any more kids afterward. So I was going to be the only kid he was ever going to get." Andie reached down and took hold of Jim's hands, forcing him to tighten his grip on her waist. He didn't object. She continued, then. "Growing up was... well, at first, there wasn't a problem. I mean, I played with my dad like any other kid. I became a tomboy just because that was the way I was raised; I did boyish things instead of girlish things because that's what my dad wanted. "I don't guess we really started having a problem until I started to hit puberty. I mean, you know what that's like; we're confused enough without having someone wishing we were another sex. It really got nasty the first time I asked him if I could let my hair grow long. My God, he yelled at me for over an hour!" Jim could feel her body's shaking intensify, and he was sure she was crying now. He pulled her even more tightly against him, to show as much support as he could. It was tough for him to listen to; he knew it had to have been hell to live through. In a tear-filled voice, Andie went on. "It just got worse from there. Anything I did that was even remotely feminine was sure to enrage him. He would scream and holler and call me names. We went on for... I guess maybe six months like that. "Then it got worse. When he found out I'd bought a bra... Oh, God... that was the first time he ever hit me." Jim kept himself under tight control; he couldn't let himself get angry now. *He's not in her life anymore, Jim. Calm down. The issue's been taken care of.* "He made me pull off my shirt, and then he took the bra, and he whipped me with it. I had marks on my back for days. It was horrible..." At this point, Andie began to sob. Jim held onto her, letting her cry it out. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do. He couldn't move his hands; she wouldn't let him. He used his telekinetic abilities to stroke her hair, which he thought she might find comforting. For long moments, the two sat together, Andie crying, and Jim silently holding her, sympathetic to her pain. His thoughts tumbled along many different lines as she wept, all of them dealing with what he could do to help her through this. Finally, after several minutes, Andie began to get herself back under control. She actually noticed for the first time that Jim was using his abilities on her, and she smiled very slightly to herself; it did feel nice. Still sniffling, Andie continued her narrative. "That wasn't the last whipping he gave me. I began to try to avoid him, but it didn't really work very well. We became enemies, and he took perverse pride in punishing me for any little thing I did wrong. "When Claire's family moved in next door, she and I became fast friends. I think that was because I wanted an excuse to be out of the house more often. Well, the first time she saw me after one of my dad's beatings... that's when she revealed her power to me. I can't tell you how grateful I am to her for all she's done for me." Jim nodded, and said softly, "She's a very nice person." Andie wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and tried to dry her eyes. Jim noted the tissue box across the room, and didn't hesitate to reach out for it with his mind. He brought it over to her, and she gave him a real smile this time. "Thanks." He just smiled at her, waiting for her to continue. After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose, Andie settled back against Jim again, a little calmer, but still visibly shaken. She took a deep breath, and continued her story. "Well, that kept up for quite a while. It seemed like we'd reached some kind of... I don't know, stalemate or whatever. I avoided him as much as I could, and he'd do whatever he could to make me feel like a bug that he could squash at any time. "When Mom said she was going away for the week... I knew it was going to be hell. I mean, I knew he would push me around, make me do shit... but... I mean... I never expected..." Andie was close to tears again, and Jim hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her. He held on, and she drew strength from his touch. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and carried on. "That night... the look on his face... My God, Jim... he was an *animal*! I can't... I mean, I don't even really remember exactly what happened... It all kind of blurs together, until... I sort of remember you getting me dressed..." Jim blushed, but she didn't notice. "And then I just remember standing with you... you helped me get to bed..." Andie was shivering now; the emotions of that night were flooding her mind, and the fear it had caused came back to her full-force. Jim had to decide what to do, and he did the only thing he *could *do, the same thing he'd done that night. He sat up a little straighter, and he took hold of Andie and turned her around to face him. She immediately embraced him, as she had that night. He hugged her in return, rubbing his hands over her back. He continued to stroke her hair with his TK, and now he whispered softly in her ear. "He's gone, Andie. He's not coming back to bother you. If he ever tries it... we'll stop him." He'd almost said "I", but had changed his mind at the last moment; she didn't need him becoming possessive over her. Andie clung to him for dear life, seeking the only refuge from this problem that she knew of. She was crying again, though silently. Jim's hands felt good, rubbing across her back. She could feel the strength in them, though he was being as gentle as a mother with her baby. She sensed the care he had for her, and that was helping her to calm down. It was a slow, drawn-out process, but she did, eventually, manage to pull herself under control. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled herself away from Jim. He let her go, but he made it clear that he would stay with her as long as she needed him. She smiled weakly at him again. "It seems the only way I can deal with this is to cling to you," she said, blushing at her admission. Jim chuckled softly, not in a derisive way, but to try to lighten the mood. "That's okay, Andie. I'm here for you, if you need me." Andie leaned in and hugged him again, but this was different. She was thanking him for his help, and her embrace was more affectionate than terrified. Jim gladly returned the embrace; Andie was becoming a very good friend to him, and he was more than happy to support her. After a little while, Andie broke their embrace. She was able to smile more confidently now. "Do you think I'll ever be able to think about... that night... without shaking like a leaf?" "I don't know. Time will let some of the fear fade, but I don't think it's ever going to be something you'll *want* to think about." "You said... there were some ways I could... meditate, that might help me deal with this?" "Well, they can help you get your thoughts under control. I don't know if it'll really help with this or not. Andie," he said, concern for her evident in his voice, "I'm no psychiatrist. I can only do what I know." She smiled now, having to bolster him for once. "You've done a pretty good job so far," she said. Jim blushed crimson, but let it slide. "Would it hurt for me to try?" "No, it certainly can't *hurt*. I just don't want to get your hopes up." "I can't blame you if my life sucks. But if there's a chance that... that I can be a little calmer about it..." "Okay," Jim said, nodding. He sat for a moment, considering. Andie didn't interrupt him. After a minute or so, he said, "I don't think the meditations that I taught Jen will work for you. We might have to try something else. Have you ever heard of Tai Chi?" "Sounds Asian." "It is. Technically, it's a martial art, but it's more of a moving meditation than anything else. I'm thinking that it might be the best way for you to go." "How is it you know so much about meditating?" Andie asked. "School hasn't always been a fun place for me. A few years back, I tried to find a way to deal with my problems. This was one of the best ways I found." "Oh. Okay. So, what do we do?" ----- For the next couple hours, Jim began to show her one of the Tai Chi forms he was familiar with. She caught on fairly quickly, and had learned a fair fraction of it before they decided to call it a day. "I do feel a little better," she said as they were walking out of the room, "but I don't know if that's from doing the Tai Chi, or just because you're so nice to be around." Jim blushed, and turned off the lights. After locking the door, they walked out of the junkyard, and to the bus stop. They had to take different buses, since they were going in different directions. As Andie was about to get on her bus, she turned to Jim. She gave him a hug and said, "Thanks." She then kissed him softly on the cheek. Before he could say anything, she turned and hopped on the bus. He waved as the bus rolled off down the street, then he sat down to wait for his own bus. *What a day. Some government-types know we exist, and I haven't even had a chance to figure that out yet. Andie... well. I don't really want to go over all that again so soon. I hope the Tai Chi will help. Jen might get a little miffed if I started spending every Saturday with Andie trying to help her through this problem, despite her promise not to.* * So, back to the big news. If the Japanese government knows about us, it stands to reason that probably our own government does, too. Hell, that's probably how the Japanese found out. So, if our government knows about us, but they're not harassing us... what does that mean?* Jim didn't come up with an answer before the bus arrived. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... When Monday rolled around, Jim and Jen located Claire at lunch. Jim had to give her the keys to the junkyard back. The three decided to sit together, to discuss their mutual concern. "How is she doing, Jim?" Claire wanted to know. It was clear from her tone who "she" was. "Okay, I guess. She talked it out, and cried about it, and I'm trying to teach her Tai Chi." "What's that?" Jen asked. "Remember the meditations I taught you to help you with your... uh... problem?" Jim was hesitating not because of Claire, but because it involved her powers. Jen nodded immediately. "Well, Tai Chi is a different kind of meditation that I thought would work better for Andie. She has trouble sitting still, so..." Jim shrugged. Turning to Claire, he lowered his voice and said, "How are *you* doing?" Claire fidgeted in her seat. She didn't really want to talk about it, but it was a fair question, and she could see the concern on his face. She shrugged. "Still a little queasy about the whole idea, but I guess I'll survive. Thanks to you." She smiled at him, and he blushed. Jen looked between them, a little confused, but figured if she needed to know, Jim would tell her about it. Claire turned to Jen, and she said, "I'm sorry to have taken some of Jim's time away from you by asking him to help Andie, but..." Jen stopped her with a raised hand. "I would have told him to do it if you hadn't." "You *did* tell me to do it," Jim objected. Both of the girls chuckled at his discomfort. "I feel like the staff psychiatrist," he said, his tone morose, but his eyes told them he was teasing. "I haven't known many things on you to shrink," Jen said with a mischievous glance downward. Jim blushed crimson, and Claire nearly choked on her soda. She coughed and laughed at the same time. Jim just looked up to the ceiling as if to say, "Why me?" "Anyway," he said, trying to regain his composure, "I'm going over to see her after school. Either of you want to come with?" The girls only needed a brief glance at each other, and both of them answered negatively. They weren't going to interfere with what Jim was doing; they couldn't possibly be helpful. Jim shrugged, and finished his lunch. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Thanksgiving was an interesting holiday for most of the members of the team. Jim would rather have spent his holiday with Jen and Stacy, but that would have looked bad. Luke invited Lori over, but her mother was home, so she couldn't join them. Claire and her family didn't really do much for Thanksgiving, since it was so much work, and the men never appreciated it. Akira and his mother spent their time together, though Thanksgiving was not a holiday they had any familiarity with. The only person for whom the day was more or less normal was Paul, and he would just as soon have avoided it. Spending time around his stepfather wasn't pleasant, and the other relatives were just as annoying. He grunted his way through the meal, glad, at least, that he hadn't agreed to go to the damned-fool "leftovers dinner" that the rest of the team had planned for Saturday. He wasn't about to waste his time, and the truth was that he knew they would be happier without him there. *Bunch of prisses.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The day after Thanksgiving, Jim was lounging around, not doing much of anything. Jen had told him that she was going off to visit relatives in Broadmoor; apparently that was a tradition with her family. He was happy she had something to do, but it left him fairly bored. He was toying with the idea of going to see Claire or Andie, to see how they were doing, when a phone call decided things for him. "Jim? Phone," his mother told him. He nodded as he picked up the receiver in his bedroom. "Hello?" he said, and he heard a click, indicating the other extension had been hung up. "Jim? It's Stacy, Jen's mom." "Oh, hey, Stacy. What's up?" "Well, truth is, it's kind of lonely over here, what with Jen off to visit her relatives. I was wondering if you'd like to come visit for a while. You and I don't know each other well enough, and with as close as you and Jen are, I think we should fix that." "Okay, sure. I was just sitting here trying to think of something to do, anyway." "Good! Do you need a ride, or..." "I'll take the bus. It'll be a quick trip. I'll see you in... oh, about a half hour, I guess." "Great. Thanks. I appreciate you more than you know." As Stacy hung up the phone, she thought, *But we'll change how much you know soon enough*. ----- Jim didn't have to wait long after ringing the doorbell before Stacy opened the door. He took in her form briefly, not wanting to appear to be 'checking out' his girlfriend's mother, though he would readily admit she was every bit as beautiful as her daughter. She ushered him into the living room, where he sat on the couch. She went into the kitchen to get some drinks, and came back to join him. Jim's first indication that this would be an interesting afternoon was the fact that, after handing him his drink, Stacy sat down right next to him. In fact, her arm was brushing his. That felt so uncomfortable to him that he moved his arm up to the back of the couch, which he at first worried would seem like he was trying to put his arm around her, and then he worried that this was exactly what she wanted him to do. *Just what kind of talk did she want to have?* For a little while, the two made small talk, discussing school, the upcoming holidays, and life in general. About halfway through her drink - Jim wondered if hers wasn't straight soda, as his was - she turned to him, and became more serious. "Jim, are you in love with my daughter?" The question took him aback for a second, but only a second. "Yes," he answered honestly. The look on Stacy's face went through several emotions, and Jim wasn't able to grasp any of them before she lowered her eyes, and spoke very softly. "I have to apologize," she said. Jim was confused, and indicated as much. "I don't understand." Stacy looked back up at him, and he could see she was close to tears. "When I see you and Jen together, I get so... jealous. Not only does she have something that I've been missing for... well, for a long time, but you are closer to her than I've ever been. Sometimes it hurts to think of the two of you together." "Stacy," Jim said, reaching out to touch her. She flinched away from him, and stood up. She paced back and forth a couple of times, and then looked down at him. "Do you know why I asked you here?" Jim shook his head in confusion. "I was going to try to seduce you. I was going to try to steal my own daughter's *boyfriend*!" She whirled away from him, not wanting to let him see her cry. Jim was dumbfounded now. He hadn't suspected this at all. *Does she really feel... I mean, what is it with me lately?* Jim had to come to a quick decision; this sort of tension could wreck the relationship with all three of them. *I know what she said, but did she really mean *this*?* he thought, thinking back on his conversation with Jen. *I suppose I can worry about that later... I hope she doesn't hit me*. Jim rose from his position, and went to Stacy, who was now crying silently with her hands over her face. He put his arms around her, and felt her stiffen. Then, as he turned her to him, she melted against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and wept against his shoulder. He rubbed her back and rocked slightly back and forth, trying to calm the woman down. "Stacy," Jim said, trying to get her attention. He had to repeat her name twice more before she leaned back enough to look him in the eyes, waiting for him to laugh at her, reject her, scold her. She did not expect him to kiss her. When their lips met, Jim made sure to keep a firm grip on Stacy, in case she decided to bolt. That would not be a good thing at this point. He'd committed himself to a course of action she wanted, even if the thought of it terrified her, and confused him. It wasn't more than a second before Stacy kissed him back, hard. She pressed her body against him, and her hands held his head so that he could not break their kiss. He had no intention of doing so, and his lips parted slightly to allow his tongue out to slip gently across her lips. She opened her mouth to admit it, and soon their tongues were dancing hotly together. Jim let his hands roam her back, and he soon slipped them down onto her jean-clad ass. Stacy moaned approvingly into his mouth as he began to knead her butt. Her own hands continued to entangle themselves in his hair, holding his face to hers. After several long moments of this, Jim pushed her away. She went, but her face showed both fear and discontent; she had enjoyed kissing him. Jim understood both of the looks on her face now, and he smiled to reassure her. He took her hand, and headed for her bedroom. She followed him happily. Jim didn't bother to take in the surroundings. As soon as Stacy was in the room, he turned and closed the door, then refocused his attention on her. He pulled off his T-shirt without much thought, though his body was, in his opinion, nothing worth looking at. He figured pulling off Stacy's T-shirt would be a lot more fun, and he was right. Of course, it involved more kissing, since she wouldn't let him pull on the front of the shirt. After more long moments of kissing, Jim finally got Stacy's shirt free and up to the point where they had to break their kiss again. He carefully pulled the shirt off her, trying not to catch her hair as he did. He looked down to see a pair of breasts that were barely encased by the sheer bra she was wearing. She didn't give him the opportunity to remove this, though, as she reached back and got it herself. Jim slipped his hands onto her sides as she finished letting the bra fall from her body. She then took his hands into hers and moved them upward, so he was fondling her tits. He had a fair amount of experience with this, and he caressed the flesh there expertly, causing tingles of excitement to ripple through Stacy's body. She let her own hands trace along his shoulders, just to feel his body, to touch him. After a few moments, Jim leaned over and took one of Stacy's nipples into his mouth. Apart from the pleasure it obviously caused her, if the sudden squeal she let out was any indication, it freed up one of his hands, which moved down to begin undoing her jeans. Stacy felt his hand, but she decided not to help him; she thought he might enjoy it more if he did it himself. After a bit of a struggle, as her jeans were very tight, Jim finally had them undone. He slipped his hand into them, pushing his way down until his fingers brushed the side of her clit through her panties. Stacy threw her head back and groaned loudly at this; her body shuddered with the pleasure that flowed over her. Jim maneuvered Stacy backward, until she was at the edge of the bed. He let loose her nipple, and knelt before her. She lifted each foot so he could remove her shoes and socks, and then she stood still as he pulled her jeans down off her hips. Once they fell to the floor, he did not move to help her fully remove them, but instead began to work on her panties, which, he took the chance to note, were soaked already. After these were slipped down to the floor, Jim stood back up and held Stacy's hand as she stepped out of the garments. Once she was clear of them, Jim kept hold of her hand, and put his other behind her back, then stepped forward, lowering her gently to the bed. Stacy looked up at him in wonder; it was a move she couldn't possibly resist, and she wondered where he had learned such technique. With this beautiful woman lying naked on the bed before him, Jim moved slightly back, and then, ever so gently, he placed a hand on each inner thigh and pushed outward. Stacy got the message loud and clear, and parted her legs for him. Jim now had a clear view of her pussy, below its well-trimmed triangle of hair. He could see how wet she was, and he hoped she enjoyed what he was about to do. Jim knelt, and before Stacy could even know what he was doing, lowered his face to her cunt. His tongue slipped out and tweaked her clit before sliding down to her pussy lips. Stacy cried out in bliss as sparks of ecstasy jumped from body part to body part. Jim continued to slip his tongue along her outer lips until Stacy was writhing from the pleasure. Then, he moved his tongue back up to her clit, lapping at it and running the entire length of his tongue over it. Stacy shuddered, screamed, and came. Jim felt her juices gushing over his chin, and he kept up his tongue-lashing of her clit as she bucked and rolled her hips against him. After she started to come down, Jim let her be. Standing up, he took the chance to remove the rest of his clothes. He moved onto the bed beside her, letting his hands trail along her skin as he moved. He ended up next to her, one hand supporting him while the other traced lazy circles against her breast. Stacy was still a little out of it, and he wasn't going to rush her. After a couple minutes, she managed to catch her breath and look over at him. "You do that to Jen?" she asked. "All the time," he said with a smile and a slight blush. "Jesus," Stacy said, her eyes still a little glazed. "Are you ready to find out what *else* I do to Jen?" he asked. Somehow her admission of desire had allowed him to take control of the situation. Stacy just looked at him, and the lust filling her eyes answered his question for her. Jim rolled on top of Stacy, taking care to support his weight. As he positioned himself to enter her, she stiffened for just a second, then relaxed. "What is it?" he asked, concerned. She shook her head, and then took hold of his hips with her hands. She urged him to push forward, and he did. Slowly, smoothly, he entered her waiting pussy, and she moaned loudly at the feel of him within her. Jim reached bottom in one long push, and he only rested for a few seconds after doing so. Knowing that she was ready, and would thoroughly enjoy it, Jim began a quick rhythm, thrusting in short, fast strokes. Stacy was immediately moaning and crying out in her pleasure. He was sure she was already on the verge of another orgasm. Sure enough, she screamed again, and he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. He continued to push into her throughout her orgasm, and riding her was indeed like riding a wild horse. Stacy collapsed limply after her orgasm, and Jim stopped. He thought to pull out, but she grabbed his arm to stop him. "Don't... go. I'll be... ready in a... minute." Jim leaned down and kissed her softly. He didn't want to exhaust her. He certainly didn't consider himself any kind of stud, but she seemed to be so easily aroused... "Let's try something else," he whispered into her ear. She didn't object, and he maneuvered around, keeping his dick planted firmly inside of her. He turned her onto her side, and he moved to lie behind her. Now, with them lying spoon-fashion, he began to move inside her slowly. Stacy groaned, a sound that came deep from within her throat. She thrust her ass back against him, but he kept up his long, slow strokes which rubbed against the front of her pussy. He reached around and began to strum her clit very lightly. Stacy screamed again in pleasure. Jim slipped his other hand beneath her, and then cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. Stacy was completely in overload at this point. She could feel another orgasm rising, and she didn't think she'd survive it. Jim's movements were starting to become faster, and she knew that he, too, was approaching climax. She hoped he would come before she died of pleasure overload. *Then again, it would be a hell of a way to go!* Jim's hips thrust harder and faster as his own body neared the point of no return. Stacy was already squirming in his grasp, his fingers massaging her tit and manipulating her clit, as his cock pounded her cunt. She could feel the orgasm coming, coming... When it hit her, it crashed like a tidal wave, flooding out all other feelings, all emotions. Her body was submerged in the passion of the moment, the pleasure of her pussy. She shuddered and writhed, and her pussy rippled along Jim's dick. That rippling was the last straw for Jim. He'd been holding off until she'd hit, but he couldn't take any more. He let his load burst forth, splashing inside her pussy and sending her even higher into the stratosphere of bliss she was in. He grunted as his cock spewed repeatedly, until he was finally able to calm down a little, and began to catch his breath. Stacy, on the other hand, seemed to be stuck in high gear. Her body shivered and twisted, lost in the throes of her orgasm, until her mind finally shut down, and she went limp, collapsing to the bed with Jim's softening dick still inside her grasping cunt. ----- Jim dozed for a short while, but he was awakened by a warm, moist sensation engulfing his cock. He looked down to find Stacy sucking him back to full hardness. With the skill she was exhibiting, that didn't take very long. She smiled at him after she let his now fully erect dick slip from her lips, and she straddled him. As she took his dick into her already-quivering pussy, she leaned down and kissed him. When she broke their kiss, she got a very strange look on her face. "Am I the only one you've cheated on my daughter with?" she asked, somewhat sternly. It was hard for her to be too stern with him, as his hips were grinding small circles against her own pubes. "I didn't cheat on her with you," he said simply. "Excuse me?" she asked incredulously. "Just what do you call this?" "In order for it to be cheating, Jen would have to object. Jen has already told me that she wants me to sleep with any woman I want." Seeing the look on Stacy's face, he nodded. "How do you think *I* felt when she told me?" "What brought the subject up?" "Um... I'd rather not say... in order to keep... um... someone else from having something exposed." "Okay. I can accept that. So, you don't think my daughter would mind me doing this to you?" she asked, as her hips began to move back and forth. "Well, I don't think she'd want to *watch*, but..." "In that case," Stacy said, interrupting him, "I've been without sex for far too long, and you're too damned good to pass up." She began to move more forcefully on his cock. *Who am I to argue?* Jim thought to himself. It was the last really coherent thought he had for a while. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Could you pass the stuffing?" Luke asked. Jim snapped back to reality, having been lost in thought. He tried to regain his composure. "What was it you wanted?" he asked. "Stuffing. You know, the stuff right in front of you?" Luke said with good-natured teasing. Jim nodded and picked up the stuffing, tempted to *truly* 'pass' it to him, but instead merely handed it to Claire, who handed it to Lori, who got it where it needed to go. Jen, who was sitting on the other side of Jim, looked at him worriedly. "Is something the matter?" she asked, whispering in his ear so no one else would hear. Jim just shook his head, but it wasn't a convincing move. Jen decided to let it rest for the moment, but vowed to get to the bottom of it. "Andie, how's your meditation coming?" Jen asked, trying to get her mind on a different subject. "Meditation?" Luke asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Andie nodded, and explained. "Jim is teaching me Tai Chi, to help me try to get over... what happened." "Really? I've heard about that sort of thing," Lori said. "Normally if I want to work off stress, I just go lift something-" Luke interrupted with, "Like a Volkswagen..." Lori shot him a dirty look, but she smiled anyway. "-but I've never gotten into the more calming aspects of the martial arts." Turning to Jim, she asked, "Is it hard to learn?" "Not really. Takes a while, because you have to learn a whole bunch of moves, but it's not really hard. I could teach you, if you like. Heck, I could teach all of you as a group, really. Sometimes that works better, anyway." "That might be worth doing," Luke said. "I know I get pretty tense from school, and then some of the stuff we've been doing lately here really gets to me." "You know His Highness won't participate, though," Claire said. She was referring to Paul. "His loss," Jim said. "If you guys wanted to pick a time... not Saturday, though... I have... other things to do on Saturdays." The group chuckled, but Luke nodded. "We'll figure out a good time later. Jen, this stuffing is great!" "I'll let my mom know you liked it," she said with a smile. The conversation continued, discussing nothing very much, as they just enjoyed some time together as friends. ----- As soon as they were through with dinner, Jim moved over to talk to Andie while she packed some of the remaining food up to take home. He put his hand in the small of her back, to get her attention and to make her feel good, because he knew it worked. She smiled up at him, a question in her eyes. "I just wanted you to know," he said quietly, "that even if the rest of the team does want to learn, I'll still help you separately, if you want me to." Andie's smile grew a notch wider, and it was obvious she was a little concerned that she would get lost in the crowd. "Thanks," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "Anyway, I'll have to postpone our usual get-together until tomorrow. I need to deal with some stuff at Jen's house." "Oh. Okay. That's fine. I really appreciate all the time you've been spending with me." "Not a problem. I like spending time with you." They hugged before Jim walked back to his girlfriend, who was chatting with Claire. "Claire said she'd be willing to drop us off if we wanted. Her father's coming to get her." "That's okay," Jim said, "I don't want to inconvenience you." It was clear that it wasn't Claire's convenience that he was worried about, but everyone understood that. "Okay. You guys leaving now?" "Yeah," Jim said. Jen could see the agitation on his face, and she knew something was bothering him. She said her good-byes to the others, and they left the junkyard. They'd gotten all of a hundred feet before she said, "Okay, spill it." Jim didn't even bother joking with her; he knew how she knew there was something wrong. "Um... I'm not sure exactly how to tell you this." "Yes...?" she prompted. "Um... Yesterday, while you were gone... I uh... oh, shit, this is tough." They'd reached a bench, and sat down together. Jen laid her hand on his arm, and put her head on his shoulder. "Just say it. You know I love you; nothing you tell me will change that." "It might," he said nervously. "I doubt it. What's bugging you?" Jim decided just to blurt it out. "I slept with your mom yesterday." Jen sat upright, and stared at him. He couldn't quite read the look on her face, and so he sat, waiting for her to erupt, or slap him, or something. "Hmm. Did she want you to?" "Since it was her idea, I think... yes." "What do you mean, it was her idea?" "Jen, I wasn't about to come on to your *mom*. I mean, yeah, she's almost as pretty as you are, but..." Jen blushed a little. "She called me up, and asked me to come visit, said she was bored and kind of lonely, wanted to get to know each other better. Boy, did we!" Jen raised her hand to stop him. "Is she any good?" Jim blushed slightly, and responded with, "Do you really want to know?" "No," she said decisively. "I'm sorry, Jen... it... I mean..." Jen shook her head at him. "Jim, I'm not really all that surprised. I saw the way she was acting around you a few weeks ago. Besides, I told you that you could sleep with anyone you wanted to." "But, I mean, your mom..." "I got myself into this, remember? I knew what I was granting you when I said it, and I already had my suspicions about my mom." "It really doesn't bother you?" "Why should it? I love my mom. If you can make her feel half as wonderful as you make me feel, then she deserves a little company from time to time. Just..." "What?" he asked, worried about what was coming. "I don't mind what you're doing, but... where my mom is concerned, could you maybe not *tell* me about it? I love her and all, but thinking about my mom and sex... gives me the willies." Jim laughed at her, and gave her a tight hug. "Okay, Baby, anything you say." "Thanks. Now, let's get home. There's a good movie on TV, and then you can give me something to *really* be thankful for!" She winked at him, and he blushed. They walked to their bus stop, and rode home in peaceful silence. ----- When the couple got home, Jen called out, "Mom, we're back!" "Hey, you two! Hope the dinner was good!" Hearing Stacy's voice reminded Jim of something that he had forgotten to ask her about the day before. He stopped Jen, who was heading back to her bedroom, so he could tell her. "There's something I need to talk to your mom about. I'll be just a couple minutes." "Okay." She kissed him hotly, then let him go. "The movie starts in ten minutes. I'll be waiting for you... on the bed." *I wonder if we're actually going to get to see any of the movie...* He shook the thought off as he walked to the kitchen to find Stacy. When he saw her, she was preparing something for baking, but he didn't know what. He walked up behind her and gently put his hands on her hips. Despite his tenderness, she jumped slightly. "Oh! Jim, you startled me. How was your dinner?" "Pretty good. Your stuffing went over very well." "It usually does. It's my grandmother's recipe. Shouldn't you be back with Jen, making out on the bed by now?" Stacy giggled as she could feel the heat from his blush. He lowered his voice to a whisper, and said into her ear, "Maybe I wanted to make out with you first," Stacy blushed herself, and she shivered at the thought. "If Jen ever finds out..." "Jen already knows." "You *told* her?" "She *is* my girlfriend. Besides, as I said, she has given me permission. That's not what I came out here to tell you, though. I had a question." Stacy turned around, and, before he could say anything, she kissed him passionately on the lips. He kissed back, and ran his hands along her ass. They did that for a minute, before they both decided they'd better cut it out before they went at it on the kitchen counter. "What did you want to ask?" Stacy said, trying to regain her breath. "Yesterday, just when you and I... uh... got started... You got real tense, your body got very rigid... and then you relaxed... it was like you were scared of something. I meant to ask you yesterday but... uhm... Someone distracted me from any questions." Stacy blushed slightly, but her look was very mature and serious. "I was hoping you hadn't noticed that, since you're so young. I guess you've had enough experience that my body isn't impressive enough to distract you." She said this wistfully, and Jim took her more tightly into his arms. "There is nothing wrong with your body," he said, kissing her on the cheek and then nibbling on her earlobe for a bit. "But you're avoiding the question." He leaned back to face her again, waiting expectantly for an answer. "I'm not on the pill," she said simply. Jim let her go, as if she was radioactive. "You mean, we could... I could have... you could..." he was stuttering badly, and Stacy reached out to take his hand. "It's the right time of the month, so... yes, you could have made me pregnant." "Why didn't you *stop* me, for crying out loud?" "Because I decided I didn't care," she said matter-of-factly. "If I get pregnant, I get pregnant." Jim moved to the side, to support himself on the counter. "I don't think I'm ready to be a daddy," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Jim, I wouldn't expect you to take responsibility for my baby. My daughter's baby, that would be a different issue, but she *is* on the pill. I knew what I was doing when I let you... take me yesterday." "Would you keep it?" he asked suddenly. Stacy looked at him long and hard. "Yes. Why?" "Stupid, selfish reasons." "Such as?" "Well, if you had an abortion, it would kind of be like, 'you did this to me, and now I have to get rid of it.' If you gave it up for adoption, it would be like, 'I don't want anything you had any part of.' Like I said, stupid, selfish reasons." Stacy embraced him, and kissed him. "I know you don't love me, Jim, but that doesn't mean that I don't have feelings for you. I will feel precisely the *opposite* of what you're worried about if I turn out to be pregnant with your child." "Um... thanks, I think." He blushed, and she giggled. "I do care about you, you know." "I know. But you love my daughter. That's good enough. I can't believe she's actually letting her boyfriend sleep with me..." "Try not to think about it. Every time I do, my head starts to hurt. Um... when would we know about...?" "I don't know. I'm prone to missing my period, anyway, so even if I don't have one this month, it wouldn't mean anything." "Aren't you..." Jim trailed off, because what he was going to say seemed a little rude. "Aren't I what?" Stacy persisted. "Well, I mean, no offense, but aren't you a little old to be having a baby?" "James Matthews!" she said in a voice of mock-fury. "I am only thirty-four!" "But by the time the baby was my age..." "I would be fifty. So? I'm in pretty good shape..." "I can agree with that," he said quickly, causing her to blush. "Anyway, let's not worry about this until we know it's happened, okay?" "Okay. I'd better get back to Jen... before she thinks I'm out here screwing her mom." Stacy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly. "The idea has crossed my mind..." "Mine, too, but it's Jen's turn," he said. Then he blushed crimson at what he'd just admitted to her. Stacy laughed, and let him loose. "Go on, go to her. Give her your best..." "I try." "Believe me, I know." Jim headed out of the kitchen, back into the bedroom area. He knocked quietly before entering Jen's room, only to find her wearing only a long T-shirt, lying on her bed watching the movie. "All done with Mom?" "Yeah." "What did you have to talk to her about?" "You said you didn't want me to tell you." "What, were you screwing her right there in the kitchen?" Jen smiled at him. "No." *But I thought about it.* "How's the movie?" ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "And... down. Okay, everyone," Jim said, standing up straight. "That's it for today. Everyone feeling good?" He got positive responses and smiles from everyone. They'd chosen to do this in the park, and it had not surprised Jim that a few people had stopped to watch, and a couple had even joined in, on the periphery. He went over to talk to them; they seemed to know each other. "Hi," Jim said, holding out his hand. "Jim Matthews." The man shook his hand, and nodded. "Jack Bennett. This is Lisa Tarray. I hope we didn't bother you... it was just, so..." "Graceful," Lisa finished for him. He squeezed her hand in appreciation for the help. "No, I don't mind at all," Jim said. "If you want, you can join us each time. We'll meet here at this time each Wednesday. They just started, so it's not like you'd be behind the class or anything." Jim smiled. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" Lisa asked. Jim shook his head. "One of the things they teach you about Tai Chi is that it's important to pass on what you've learned. To help others." "Thank you," Jack said. "We'll try to be here." The couple wandered off, Jack's arm wrapped snugly around Lisa's back. It made him long for company of his own. As if on cue, Andie showed up at his side. "Can you take me home?" she asked. "I don't like riding alone on the bus." He wrapped his arm around her as Jack had done to Lisa. She snuggled closer to him as he said, "Sure. Why didn't you ride home with Claire?" "The girls were going shopping. Ugh." It was a quirk of Andie's upbringing that she had a man's hatred of shopping. "Well, I certainly don't mind. C'mon." "Who were those people?" Andie asked, indicating the couple that had joined them. "Just a couple of people, I guess. They said their names were Jack and Lisa. I told them they could join us each week. You're getting a lot better, by the way." "My balance is improving." "Yeah." They got lucky, and arrived at the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. They rode to her house in peaceful silence. ----- Jim spent a couple hours with Andie that night. She had been suffering some nightmares, and felt the need to talk through them. He sat with her, listening quietly and holding onto her, as he had that first day. Finally, Jim felt he had to get home. Andie walked him downstairs. "I don't know how to thank you for listening to me. I don't know why you waste so much of your time... Jen must hate me." Jim ran his hand along her arm. "Jen understands. And I'm not wasting my time. I'm spending it with a very nice person who... needs me." Jim hesitated only because he didn't want to make himself out to be more important that he was. Andie hugged him tightly. "Well, thank you. And thank Jen for me, too, for understanding." "I will." She leaned back, and looked up at him. He caught the look in her eyes, and wondered if it was the invitation it seemed to be. He leaned down slowly, and she waited for him. Their lips touched very gingerly, and the kiss was soft and sweet. They stayed that way for a long moment before Jim finally leaned back. Andie looked up at him with something close to awe in her eyes. "I'd better go," he said softly. "Uh-huh," she said, not moving. "You have to let go of me, unless you want to go to my house with me," he said, joking. "Hmmm," she said with a grin, but finally let him go. "See you on Saturday?" he asked. "Yeah. Aren't you guys doing something tomorrow?" "Something to do with that Purvis character. Yeah. We're going to take Akira down to the police station. You want to come along?" "No," she said. "I've had enough exposure to police for a little while." "Right. I'm sorry." He kicked himself for pinching an already-sore wound. She saw the look on his face, and hugged him again. "You're the best, you know that?" she said sincerely. Jim blushed slightly. He managed to disentangle himself from her arms, and he turned to go. "Take care of yourself, okay? Call if you need anything," he said. She smiled at him, and nodded. When he finally made it out the door, she nearly waltzed up the stairs. Her mother saw all of this from her spot on the couch, unnoticed by either of the teens. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The rest of the week was difficult for Andie. With the rest of the team busy, and Jim also occupied, she felt very alone. Her mother was no help at all, and she spent a lot of her time alone in her room. More than once she'd come to tears. She did her meditations faithfully, but it didn't always help. By the time things were wrapped up, Andie was something of a wreck. After the meeting on Saturday, she'd asked Jim to come over the following day, because she needed a friend. He'd offered to go with her then, but she knew that he and Jen had something planned, and she wouldn't interrupt that. So, here she was in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, waiting for him to call. *Like he's my boyfriend or something!* It was a disturbing thought, because she knew he had a girlfriend. She got up and paced, trying to bring some peace to herself. When the doorbell rang, she nearly bolted down the stairs to answer it. She was breathless when she opened the door to see him standing there. Jim was a little shocked when Andie threw herself at him, hugging him fiercely. He embraced her as well, though less vigorously. After a long minute, she let him go, and then tilted her head up. Jim leaned down to deliver the requested kiss. It was a very nice experience. "C'mon. We can talk in my room. I'm glad you could come over." "No problem," he said, following her up the stairs. He walked into her room, and he noticed that she closed the door all the way this time. He raised an eyebrow, but kept his thoughts to himself. He sat down on the bed, because it was the only spot she had - other than the floor - that was big enough for them to sit together. She didn't object at all, and sat down right beside him. He put his arm around her waist, and she laid her head on his shoulder. "So, what's the trouble?" he asked softly, urging her to unload on him. "It's just... I don't know. It's like he's still here, lurking around a corner or something. When I'm at school, I can pretty well forget about it, but here... it's like the walls close in on me, you know?" Jim nodded, and he squeezed her a little more tightly. "Have you tried doing your Tai Chi?" "Yeah, sure. But I mean, I do that outside, and so, yeah, it helps while I'm doing it, but then I have to come back in here, and there's this room, and these walls, and..." Jim turned to embrace her fully. She pushed herself against him, and they hugged for a long moment. This wasn't the most comfortable posture, though, and so after a while, Jim leaned backward, pulling her very gently down onto the bed. He was giving her every opportunity to resist, but she didn't, and soon they were lying side by side, still embraced. After a while, Andie leaned back and looked up into his eyes. Without saying anything, she pushed herself up slightly, so that she could kiss him. He accepted her kiss happily, pressing his lips back against hers. After a moment, he took a risk, and let his tongue slip out against her lips. After only a couple of seconds, she parted her lips to allow his tongue to enter, where it found its partner ready to tango. The two kissed more passionately like this for a long while. Every once in a while, they would stop, and just hold each other. After some time, they shifted so that they were fully on the bed, but they didn't progress any further. Andie seemed to be content with what she was getting from him. The problem was in Jim's mind. *She's so wonderful. I hate that I feel this way about her... this feels like I'm betraying Jen. I mean, with Claire, and with Stacy, those were... well, I mean mostly just sex. I really care about Andie. How can I... do I love her? I can't love two girls at the same time. That's just... wrong, isn't it?* * Maybe it's just lust. Maybe I only feel so strongly because we haven't... But can I ask her to do that? I mean, with what she's been through...* Andie noticed Jim's distraction. He was still holding her, but she could see that his gaze was unfocused, off in the distance. "What's the matter?" she asked him quietly. They'd both taken to speaking in very tender tones around each other. Jim sat up, releasing her from his embrace. She didn't like that, but sat up next to him anyway. She looked at him, studying his face and waiting for him to answer. "Andie... you know I care about you, don't you?" "Mm-hmm," she responded, stroking his arm. "I'd like to... I mean, if you wanted to... I'd like to make love to you... but how can I ask you that, after what you've been through? I mean, the whole reason I'm here is because of some jerk who wanted to have sex with you." His frustration was evident in his tone of voice, but she knew he was frustrated as his own lack of understanding, and not at her. Andie moved herself around until she was able to crawl into Jim's lap. "You're nothing like him. In fact, you're about the complete opposite of him. He didn't want to make love to me; he wanted to *rape* me. And if there is a single guy in this world that I would want to be my first, it would be you." He looked into her eyes, not sure if that was an invitation, or just a statement of friendship. She could see the confusion in his own expression, and so she leaned in to kiss him. She began to pull off her own T-shirt as they kissed. She pulled away from him only to remove the shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. He'd known this, but to now see her bare chest in front of him took his breath away. Her areolas were tight, and her nipples were quite erect, either from the cool air or arousal, he wasn't sure which. Very tenderly, he lifted his hand to her breast, and gently squeezed. Andie mewled, arching her back to push her tit more firmly into his hand. Jim returned his mouth to hers as his fingers worked over her breast, seeking out and finding her nipple, and tweaking it repeatedly. Andie began to moan quietly into his mouth, squirming in his lap now. After a little bit, Jim pulled back away from her. She frowned, worried that something was wrong, but he smiled at her. "We should probably get undressed if we're going to do this right," he said with a soft smile on his lips. Andie mirrored his expression, and she got up reluctantly from his lap. Jim quickly rolled off the bed, and removed his shirt. He sat down to pull his shoes off, which took longer than it should have because he was more interested in watching Andie take off her jeans. By the time he had both shoes off, her jeans were on the floor and her panties were close behind. He stood up, and he felt as though he was towering over her 5' 1" height, though he was only slightly more than half a foot taller. Andie ran her hands over his chest as Jim began to unfasten his pants. He got them undone in what seemed like record time, and then slid them off his legs. Andie stopped him from moving after he stepped out of his jeans. Her hands reached shakily for the waistband of his briefs, and she ever-so-gently pulled them out and down, allowing his erect dick to slide free. Her eyes went wide as, for the first time, she saw a real live cock up close. After the briefs fell to the floor, she reached out with her hand and rubbed her fingers softly across its length. She was startled when it jumped in her hand, and then she giggled. Jim couldn't believe how incredibly soft her touch was. He needed her to stop that, or he was going to blow right then. On the other hand, it felt *really* good. He didn't have to worry, though. After a cursory exam, Andie's lust overcame her curiosity, and she stood back up. She looked up into his eyes, a little worry tainting her own anticipation. Jim understood that. Taking her hand, Jim led Andie back to the bed, and gently laid her down on it. He then crawled onto the bed, but not to join her. Instead, he moved to her feet, and gently urged her legs apart. As she gave him more and more room, he planted light kisses first on her ankles, then on her calves. By the time he got up to her thighs, she was already squirming all over the bed. When his tongue first touched her pussy, she let out a loud groan, and her hands flew to the back of his head. Her hips began to roll against him as he began to lick her in earnest. After only a minute of this, he knew she was close. Moving his tongue up, he began to tease her clit, flitting across it with feathery touches. He inserted a finger into her pussy, and pumped with short strokes. All of this sent Andie into a frenzy. Her head was thrashing back and forth, and soon her thighs clamped his head in place as her body tensed; her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her groans could probably be heard by Claire next door, but neither of them cared at this point. Jim continued to lick her through her orgasm, which died down eventually, but not before she'd come close to passing out. As she worked to catch her breath, Jim slid up beside her, holding onto her gently. When she'd finally regained herself, Andie turned to him and kissed him. "You know, I always figured my first time would be in the back of a car, or something. I didn't think I'd get to do it on a bed and all." "I'm sorry I can't be more... um... romantic about it. It seems a little cold, just... going at it." "Maybe," she said, stroking his chest again, "but it's the thought that counts. I figure we're already in deep shit with my mother." "Well, if someone wasn't so *vocal*... " he said, teasing her. She blushed, and giggled. "Sorry about that." "I'm not. At least I know you liked it," Jim said seriously. "Liked it! Good Lord! You're better than... uh, hmmm. Someone else." Andie blushed furiously now, but Jim knew who she meant. He wasn't going to prolong her embarrassment, though. "Are you ready for more?" he asked. The look she gave him was answer enough. "Andie... the first time is probably going to hurt." "I know. Better just to get it over with. The next time'll be better, right?" she asked, a twinkle in her eyes. That look made Jim's stomach lurch. He didn't want to think about 'next time'. To stop his worries, he did the only thing he could do; he rolled on top of Andie, who spread her legs readily for him. Jim looked down at her lovely but small body. She was petite in every way, but it made her look so innocent, so guileless. He wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from the world. It was another dangerous line of thought, and so he focused on what he was doing. Placing the head of his dick at her entrance, Jim pushed in slowly. Andie's pussy was tight, even though she was more than well lubed. He continued to move in slowly, making small strokes to loosen her up. Andie was almost immediately wiggling beneath him; she had never done anything that felt this good. After quite a while, Jim had loosened her up, and he could feel her barrier. He looked down at her, as she bit the corner of her lip. He knew she was waiting for him to do it. He reached down and stroked her cheek gently. "I'm just going to *do* it, and then I'm going to stop. You tell me when you think we can go on," he said. She nodded at him, and he took a deep breath. Jim took a couple short strokes, to build up a rhythm, and then he thrust into her as hard as he could. He felt her tear, and he slipped another inch inside of her before her tightness stopped him. He froze, looking down at her, worrying that she might be in intense pain, given how tight she was. Jim was surprised to find her glaring up at him with lust filling her eyes. "That barely hurt at all! Go ahead, it was starting to feel really good, before." Jim shrugged. He knew all girls were different. He began to stroke into her again, slowly making progress until he had fully buried his dick inside her. By that point, Andie was writhing beneath him, lost in pleasure. After only a few more strokes, she grabbed her pillow and covered her face, which did not come close to drowning out the scream of ecstasy that ripped from her throat as her body was wracked with an even larger orgasm. She shuddered and twisted and bucked until finally, exhausted and relaxed at the same time, she passed out. Jim sensed what had happened as she went limp. He pulled the pillow off her face, and leaned down to kiss her unconscious form. He slipped out of her as he rolled to the side. He could see just the faintest trace of blood. He didn't worry about it, as he took his lovely, petite partner into his arms and held her as she slept. It took several minutes before Andie recovered, and when she woke up, she found Jim staring down at her, a look of caring and concern in his eyes. She pulled herself up a bit, and he leaned down, and they kissed. It was a passionate but tender kiss, and they broke it off after only a little while. It took Andie only a little while longer to realize something else. "You didn't... I mean, you didn't, uh... finish." Jim smiled at her, and shook his head. "No, I didn't. But that's okay. I was really more worried about you." She smiled at him in a way that both warmed his heart and worried his soul. She pulled herself up and cuddled against him in his lap. "Will we do this again?" she asked hopefully. "If you want to," he said. She hugged him more fiercely. "I want to." ----- For the next half-hour or so, the couple sat together, not saying anything, and not moving. They merely held each other. Jim's thoughts were tortured, now, and Andie's thoughts were calm. Finally, however, a thought occurred to her. "What about Jen?" "What about her?" he asked, knowing what she meant, but not knowing really which *part* of the whole "What about Jen" issue that she was asking about. "Won't she be pissed that I slept with you?" "No," he answered. "You don't think so?" Andie asked, looking at him oddly. "I know she won't. It's a long story, but... let's just say that there is an understanding between Jen and me. Of course, it's an understanding that mostly she understands, and I don't, but that's okay. I do know that it means she wouldn't be upset about what just happened." "Oh," Andie said, returning to her snuggled position. "I'm glad. I know I can't... I mean, I won't try to steal you from her. I promise. But... if we could..." "We can," he said softly. It was far more complicated than all that, but that was his own problem, wasn't it? "Good," she said, snuggling more tightly. Jim held her, for once using her as an anchor for his troubled mind. Even if she was the cause of the storm. ----- After another hour or so, during which time they did finally get cleaned up and dressed, Jim felt it was time to go. Andie didn't really want him to leave, but she felt so much better now than she had before he'd come. She kissed him at the top of the stairs, a kiss that he felt down to the soles of his shoes. She turned, then, and went back to her room. She wanted to walk him to the door, but he'd asked her not to. He was sure there was a confrontation brewing. He was right. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, her mother was there. "So, now we know what you were after all along. You just wanted to fuck her little cunt, and now I'm sure you'll move on." Jim was immediately angered by her tone. "First off, *whatever* my motive is, it's none of your goddamned business. You gave up any rights to make judgments about her life when you left her with that *slug* you call a husband. "Second off, no, what we did this afternoon was *not* my goal. In fact, it was something I was trying to avoid, because I didn't want to send confusing messages. I happen to feel very deeply about your daughter, not that I'd expect you to understand *or* believe that." "And you expect me to believe you'll be back in a couple days, just like always?" her mother sneered. "What you believe or don't believe doesn't mean a rat's ass to me. I'll be back for as long as Andie needs me to come over here and help her. *If* she wants what happened today to happen again, that's *her* choice, not yours, and *not mine*. You are a pathetic bitch of a woman, trying to 'protect' your daughter from something she doesn't want you protecting her from, when you refused to protect her from the real threat!" "Get out of my house," she said hotly. "Remember, witch, I can still talk to the police on your behalf." Jim let that comment hang in the air as he turned and walked out the door. He realized he hadn't called his sister to come get him. He contemplated just taking the bus, but then decided he wanted to cool off a little first. Walking across the yards, he knocked on the door to Claire's house. Her brother answered the door, and was about to make a snide comment, until he saw the look on Jim's face. Rob backed up rather quickly, and Jim just walked past him. He knocked gently on Claire's door, allowing his anger to fade. He didn't need to dump on Claire; she had enough trouble of her own. He just wanted to talk with someone who *knew* all the things he did. The door opened, and he was greeted with a big smile. "Jim!" Claire wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a strong hug. She pulled him into her bedroom, and closed the door. What happened after that was very noisy, and didn't involve clothing. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Deep breath, bring your hands down, and... relax." Jim dropped his hands to his sides. For the first time in his life, this wasn't working. Normally doing Tai Chi would allow him to forget almost any problem; it was why he'd chosen to teach it to Andie in the first place. Now, Andie was the cause of his crisis. As he turned to face the group that had gathered, he put on a smile. "Okay, good job. Jack, Lisa, nice to have you back. See you all next week, same time." He put his smile away, and turned to walk to where his backpack was. Andie and Jen were both quick to join him. That, in a nutshell, was his problem. "Jen, could you make sure Andie gets home okay? I... need to talk to Claire for a minute." Claire turned her head at that, and so Jim said, "If you have some time, that is." "Sure," she said, sensing that something was bothering him, and that he really needed to talk to someone. It was the least she could do for him. "Sure, no problem on my part," Jen said. Andie was a little doubtful, but accepted things. "I'll call... each of you... later," Jim said. He got a smile out of Andie, and a giggle out of Jen. He sighed as he turned, to see that Jack and Lisa were waiting to say something. He walked over. "We're not intruding on anything, are we?" Jack asked. "I mean... the rest of you seem to know each other pretty well..." Jim waved him off. "We go to school together. It's how this got started. But we don't mind having company. We can all learn just as easily with twenty as with seven. Really, it's fine." "I'm glad," Lisa said. "I like this. It makes me feel... graceful," she said, repeating her remark from last week. Jim nodded. He smiled as the two moved off. He wondered what their story was, but he didn't have time to ponder other people's lives while he was having so much trouble with his own. "So," Claire said quietly as he came back, "What's up?" She settled onto the picnic table bench, and he sat across from her. "I think we've created a problem for me. By 'we', I mean, you, Jen, and most particularly, me." "What's the problem?" she asked, concerned. Jim looked away, over at some children, as he worked out how to say what he needed to. He decided on an oblique approach. "What happened with us on Sunday... did you still like that, or do I trigger some kind of..." "I liked it, Jim. You're wonderful." "But... you know there's not really anything there, between us." "I know that. It's just..." "Fun," he said, finishing her sentence. "Yeah. Just fun." "You remember I told you that Jen is *letting* me sleep around? Even encourages it?" "Yeah." "There are other girls out there. Not a lot! I don't want you to think I'm some kind of..." "Jim, I don't think that. I know a dozen girls who are looking for a guy just like you. It wouldn't surprise me that you had opportunities." "Okay... well, anyway, my point is... they're just... 'fun,' too." "Okay. I don't see the problem..." "I probably shouldn't tell you this, and I need you not to talk to her about it, but... Andie and I... uh..." "Had sex?" Claire offered. "Um..." Jim hesitated. Claire cocked an eyebrow at him. "You're not sure if you had sex?" "I'm not sure that's the term I want to use." "Oh," she said, drawing the syllable out. She began to get the hint of what the problem was. "With you, it's fun. With... uh, the others, it's fun. With Jen, it's serious. Do you understand what I mean?" Claire nodded, truly understanding what he was talking about. "When Andie and I... I mean... well, let's just say, it wasn't 'just' fun." "It was serious?" "It was to me." "How does she feel?" Claire asked delicately. "Claire, I have trouble telling how *Jen* feels at any given moment. I'm horrible at reading girls. I don't really know what Andie's thinking about me. Other than that she... um... wants to do it again sometime." "Well," Claire said, trying to throw a little levity into the moment, "at least you've put my fears to rest!" Jim gave her a baleful look, and she sobered. "Sorry. Do you want me to talk to her, to feel her out?" "Hell, no! Christ, that's the last thing I need is for her to know about this. I can't even talk to Jen about this. I mean... it's one thing to be playing around, I mean, that's all it is, is play. Andie... isn't playing, to me. If she feels the same way, it only makes things *worse*. I can't have two girlfriends!" Claire sat silently for a few moments. "What, exactly, did Andie say to you about all this?" "She said she wouldn't try to steal me from Jen." "Oh, shit," Claire breathed. "What?" "If she's thinking like that, she means it," Claire said. "You do have a problem." Claire took a deep breath and let it out in one long, slow exhalation. "I'm sorry, Jim. I got you into this. I should have known that you two... you're good for each other, I mean... you fit as a couple. If Jen wasn't in the picture, I'd say good luck to the both of you and invite me to the wedding. But... this... I mean, I *know* you love Jen, okay? I have no doubt in my mind about that. Just the fact that this is hurting you so much is proof, if I needed any. Jim, you need to talk to someone more experienced than me about this. I really don't know what to tell you." Jim deflated. He hadn't really expected her to have an *easy* answer, but he'd hoped for *some kind* of answer. He shook his head at himself. *You don't know what to do, and you're in the middle of it. Why should you expect her to know?* "Okay," he said dejectedly. "Thanks, anyway. I appreciate you taking the time." "Oh, don't even go there," she said seriously. "How much of your own time have you taken to help me? That's what friends are for." She got up and came around the table as he was standing. She gave him a warm hug that conveyed the depth of her friendship and concern for him. "I just wish I could help you as much as you've helped me. Can you... I mean, are any of your... um... other girls... older? I mean, that's what I think you need, is someone experienced." "There is, but..." "But what?" "Promise you'll never mention it to anyone?" "I swear." "The only woman I've slept with is Stacy. Jen's mom." Claire's mouth dropped open in shock. She took a long moment to recover, her hand coming to her mouth in surprise. "Does... does Jen know?" Jim nodded. "I don't hide anything from her. Well, at least, not until now..." he said, looking down at his feet. "She just asked me not to tell her about it in any kind of detail." Claire shook her head in bemusement. "Jen is one very strange girl." "And I'm lucky to have her," Jim immediately followed up. Claire nodded. "You two are *also* right for each other. Jim, I'm so sorry. Without me, you wouldn't be *in* this mess." "I didn't *have* to be a nice guy, you know..." he said. Claire laughed outright. "Yeah, right, and the sun doesn't *have* to rise each morning, either. But it does." She put her arm through his as they walked to the bus stop. "I wish I had something I could tell you, but my own relationships are pretty screwed up, as it is. I probably wasn't the best choice of people to talk to." "You're a friend," he said sincerely. "Thanks," she said, turning to face him, her hand reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Ride home with me. You can have your sister come get you." "Okay." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled at him. She couldn't imagine the pain he was putting himself through. *All my fault. I should find a way to fix this... but I'm out of my league here, too. Should I talk to Andie? Jen? Both? What about all together? This could get very ugly if people don't remember how we got into this in the first place. All he wanted was to help us out... Christ, being nice sometimes doesn't pay off, does it? What do I do?* Jim was sitting next to her with much the same thought pattern. *Can I actually talk to Stacy about this? I mean, this is *really* cheating on Jen, damn what she said. How can I even look Jen in the face when I feel this way?* In truth, he hadn't been able to look her in the eye for days. *And what about Andie? If Claire's right, and she really feels the same way... I mean... would she really keep her promise, and not try to come between Jen and me? Is it fair to put all the blame on her for anything like that? I'm the one with the screwed up emotions... Fuck.* By the time they got back to Claire's house, they were both thoroughly lost in their own thoughts. They managed to sit in front of the television for over an hour, holding hands, without saying a word to each other. Neither of them had any idea what was playing on the TV, either. When a new show started, Jim finally jolted himself out of his reverie. He stood up, finally letting loose of Claire's hand, not that she had ever objected to him holding it. He paced over to the telephone, and called his sister to come get him. Having done that, which seemed like an enormously large decision to have actually made this day, he went back to sit by Claire on the couch. Shaking his head in confusion, he said, "I'm sorry to trouble you with all of this." "It's okay, Jim. Listening is the least I can do." *And apparently the most I can accomplish, at least for now. *Thoughts were forming in her mind, but she wouldn't be able to act on them yet. "Anyway, I appreciate the time. If nothing else, you gave me some time to myself to think." Jim leaned in and kissed her on the lips. That was a dangerous move, with his sister on the way, but he kept it very platonic. She knew why he had done so, and smiled her own thanks. He'd managed to not even stir her normally over-active arousal with that kiss, though it had clearly shown his feelings. "Take care. And good luck," she said. She walked him to the door, and stepped outside. Together they waited in silence until his sister showed up to get him. "See you tomorrow?" he asked. She nodded, and then he turned and walked to the car. When he got in, Laura teasingly asked, "Just how many girlfriends *do* you have?" Jim shot her a downright ugly look, and didn't respond. Laura instinctively pulled away from him. She knew his moods well, and right now, he was in no mood to play. She got the car going, and it took a couple of blocks before she even had the nerve to speak to him again. "I'm sorry, Jim. Is something wrong?" "It's nothing," he said, meaning *I don't want to talk about it.* "Sorry if I'm in kind of a mood." "It's okay. It'll pass." *I hope*. *Will it? How will all this end up? I wish I knew.* He wasn't the only one with that wish. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Zoe sighed. She was in her room, thinking about her brother. He was currently in his room, playing on the Internet. Her current thoughts were about her plan for him and Lori. She had been seeing Lori on the sly for six weeks now, and she felt that it was about time that she took things to the next level. Beyond that, she would have to think about what she wanted. She wondered if she was being too manipulative, but then realized that both of the younger teens really needed her help; they were both too naive, too inexperienced to truly enjoy themselves. She felt it was her job to help them experience the real fun they could have. Zoe was jerked from her reverie by a knock at the door. She sat up as Luke stuck his head in. She smiled seductively at him, just in case he might be in the mood to play. He was, but not with her, at the moment. "Hey, Zoe, could you drive me over to Lori's? Her Mom's out of the house for the evening..." Zoe smiled knowingly. She'd been to Lori's a few times herself when her mother was 'out' for the evening. She nodded to her brother. "Sure thing." On the ride over, Zoe wondered if she could use tonight as a means to advance her plan. *Just take it one step at a time, Zoe. Play it by ear. If an opening comes, take it, but you can't force them into anything.* Luke was preoccupied enough not to notice Zoe's silence. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before he hopped out of the car to walk - very quickly - up to the front door. She saw Lori there, and she waved, but Lori was too engrossed in her thoughts already about what was to come to notice. After the couple went inside and closed the door, Zoe drove around the block once, trying to decide what to do. After a moment's indecision, she decided to give it a try. She pulled slowly into the driveway, so they wouldn't hear her. She made sure to close her car door as silently as possible, and she forewent the alarm for tonight. The tricky part now was to not look like a burglar. She tried the safest route first, and went to the front door. It was, unfortunately, locked. Taking a deep breath, she walked around the house to the back yard. A quick look up showed that they were in Lori's bedroom, or at least the lights were on in there. Lori tried the sliding glass door, but it, too, was locked. Then she tried the door to the mud room. Strangely, this was not locked. She stepped inside quietly, only to be scared out of her mind by the family cat, which slithered along her legs seeking to be petted. Zoe picked the cat up after she closed the door, and stroked it as she walked into the kitchen of the house. After a few moments, the cat squirmed free and went off to find something else to do. Zoe could hear the couple talking upstairs. This was the trickiest part; stairs almost always creak. Zoe walked on the very outer edge of the stairs, supporting a lot of her weight on the bannister, and walking as gingerly as possible. She made it to the top without a single squeak, and she took a deep breath, only to take a wrong step and cause a major groan from the hall floorboards. She cursed to herself, and froze, but it seemed that the couple was too busy with what they were doing to notice such minor things as squeaking floors. Zoe made her way down the hall, until she found Lori's room. The door had not been fully closed; it was only pushed so that it swung mostly closed. She inched it open just a bit, so that she could see in. What she saw caused her tongue to slip out and wet her lips, and her pussy to begin to grow wet. Lori was already fully nude, and she was just now stripping Luke's underwear off his body. Zoe looked longingly at his hard shaft, wanting to feel it inside her. She admired Lori's body, too, eager to take those stiff nipples into her mouth and suck on them. Zoe told herself to wait, and she was rewarded. Lori pushed Luke backward until he fell onto the bed. Lori was just about to join him when Zoe felt it was the right time to make her entrance. She knew they couldn't run from her now. "Well, well. So *this* is how the mice play while the cat's away. Tsk, tsk, tsk." She had a big smile on her face, and her voice left no doubt that she was teasing them. "Zoe!" Luke shouted. Lori was very pale, and unsure of what to do. She stared at Zoe the way a rabbit stares at oncoming headlights. "Mmm," Zoe murmured to herself, taking in both naked bodies before her. She strolled over to Lori, and ran her hand over one breast. Lori could not contain the shudder that ran through her body. Zoe mischievously kissed the girl, and Lori moaned, pressing her lips tightly to Zoe's. Luke looked on in astonishment; he didn't know what was going on. Finally, Zoe turned to Luke, and climbed on the bed with him. "I hear you're not getting treated right by this little bimbo, Little Bro," Zoe said, a twinkle in her eyes and a wink to Lori. "Zoe, what the fuck..." Luke tried, but that was precisely the wrong word to use. "Not yet, you don't," Zoe said. "Lori, dear," Zoe purred, "come over here. I can't have my brother being deprived of sexual offerings just because you don't know how." Lori moved over to the bed very hesitantly. Luke was flabbergasted. "Zoe, what the hell are you doing?" "I'm about to teach your girlfriend how to give you a blowjob. You should have told me she didn't know how." Zoe looked at him wickedly, and took his cock softly into her hand. Despite his confusion, his dick was still as hard as ever. Zoe licked her lips again at the thought of what she was about to do. Lori leaned down, to meet Zoe's eyes. "What are you doing?" she whispered, almost panicked. Zoe winked again. "Don't worry about it." Raising her voice so that Luke could hear her again, she said. "I could give you instructions, but I think Luke would enjoy it more if I just demonstrated. Wouldn't you, Luke?" "Zoe, what... ungh!" His words were cut off as Zoe's lips encircled the head of his prick. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back into the pillow as her tongue then slipped out and worked its way all around the head of his dick. She then pulled her mouth back. "You see what I did?" she asked Lori, who nodded. "Okay, now you try." Lori very hesitantly leaned down, and let her lips touch the tip of Luke's cock. She pressed her head down, parting her lips, but keeping them in contact with his dick. She could taste the precum that had oozed from the tip of his dick, and was trying to decide if she liked the taste or not. Finally, the entire helmet of his cock was inside her mouth. She used her tongue to run all the way around it. She felt clumsy, but Luke moaned in pleasure, so she couldn't have done too badly. After a moment, she pulled her mouth off his cock, and looked to Zoe again. Zoe nodded approval, and she said, "Okay, when you think you've got the idea, just join in on the next part." Zoe started kissing the side of Luke's shaft, running her tongue out along his length and kissing frequently. After only a few seconds, Lori got the idea, and began to kiss and lick the other side of his cock. Luke was groaning now, trying to hold himself in check. Having two women work over his cock was just more than he had ever imagined happening to him. Zoe could sense he was close. She broke off her motions, though Lori kept up her ministrations. Zoe said, "Okay, now comes the tricky part. You have to take him into your mouth. Just like you did before, only further. Don't push yourself too much, or you won't enjoy it. However much of him you feel comfortable taking in. Make sure you use your tongue, keep your lips moving along his skin, and for Christ's sake, avoid using your teeth." Lori was very slow to move up to the head of his cock, but neither Luke nor Zoe rushed her. Finally, she took the head of his prick into her mouth again, running her tongue around it as she had before. Luke groaned again, and she once again tasted his precum, which she found that she was growing to enjoy. Finally, with a deep breath, she began to lower her mouth onto his cock. She wiggled her tongue along the side of it as she moved down onto him. After only a couple inches, she had to back off. "That's okay," Zoe encouraged. "You'll become more comfortable later. For now, just bob up and down. Suck on him like he's a tasty little popsicle. Take your hand," she said, gently grabbing Lori's hand, "and wrap it around him. You can stroke the part of him you're not sucking on." Lori soon got into the rhythm of moving her hand and mouth together, jerking Luke off as she blew him. Zoe gave her some further instructions as she worked, making corrections and teaching her slowly what she needed to know. After only a short time, Luke began to groan in earnest. Zoe knew what this meant. "Okay, he's about to come. You need to decide if you want to swallow him or not. If you don't, *I do*, so make up your mind, quick!" she said with a giggle. Lori decided she would try. She continued to suck him, and she could feel his entire body tensing. After just a few more seconds, he let out a loud grunt, and she felt a hot, sticky liquid spurt into her mouth. It coated the back of her mouth, and she almost choked, but caught herself. She continued to stroke his cock, but she had pulled her mouth almost off him, so he wouldn't spurt so far in. He continued to unload into her mouth for a few more seconds. She kept the head of his prick in her mouth as she ran her tongue through his cum. She realized that she was intentionally holding it in her mouth to enjoy it. At that point, she had a very wicked idea. She carefully released Luke's cock, not letting a drop of his precious cum slip from her mouth. She quickly grabbed the back of Zoe's head, and pulled her mouth onto her own. Zoe's lips parted willingly, and Lori shared Luke's seed with her girlfriend. The two Frenched for a long moment, enjoying the taste of their man. Luke looked up to see them French-kissing in front of him, and that began to stir his cock back to hardness, even so quickly after a very nice and enthusiastic blowjob. After they broke their kiss, Zoe looked up at Luke. "Was that good for you?" she asked mischievously. "Crap, Zoe!" he said breathlessly. "Good. Then you owe her something in return!" Turning to Lori, she said, "Make him eat you out, now. You think I'm good? He's the best!" Lori hesitantly moved herself to straddle Luke's face. He was familiar with this, and had wondered why Lori had never asked for it before. Now was not the time, however, to ask questions. He stuck out his tongue and rammed it into her dripping hole. She cried out in pleasure at the feel of it inside her. Zoe moved off the bed, making sure she had Lori's attention as she disrobed, slipping from side to side in a sexy striptease to arouse her girlfriend further. Zoe motioned with her eyes down to Luke's dick, and Lori got the idea. She leaned over and began to lick and kiss it again. It was back to full erection in no time, and Lori was just about to take it back in her mouth, when Zoe stopped her. She had managed to remove the rest of her clothing, and had climbed back onto the bed with them. "The cost of my tutoring," she said as she straddled her brother, "is that I get him first." Lori was very surprised at all of this. She hadn't realized that Luke and Zoe were sleeping together. She would worry about that later, however, as she watched, for the first time, as another woman slipped her pussy down onto the fully erect dick of her boyfriend, who was currently doing wonderful things to her pussy lips. She felt his finger slip inside of her cunt, and her vision blurred as he began to move it back and forth. She felt hands lifting her up, and she opened her eyes to see that Zoe was pulling her upward. Zoe leaned forward and took Lori's nipple into her mouth, letting her tongue lap across it. Her hand took Lori's free tit, and began to massage it. The sensations were all too much for Lori, and she was soon on the edge of her orgasm. She could feel it coming. When Zoe let loose Lori's tit and moved her mouth up to kiss Lori, their tongues mingling, it was more than Lori could take. She screamed into Zoe's mouth, and her pussy contracted, flooding Luke's face with a torrent of her juices. She wriggled in Zoe's arms, rocking her hips down onto Luke's face. She was lost for long moments in the throes of her passion. After she finally started to come down, she found it hard to catch her breath. Zoe helped her move off to the side, where she promptly collapsed on her side. Zoe leaned down to kiss her brother, tasting Lori's juices on his tongue. She purred, loving the taste of the other woman. "Zoe, what the hell is going on?" Luke asked quietly. "I'm getting fucked by a cute guy," she said sternly. "Now get to it!" Luke gave in for the moment, thrusting his hips up into her. She was already close, and as he rocked his pelvis, ramming his dick deep inside her, she could feel herself coming closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he bent his head forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down on it very, very gently, because he knew this drove her crazy. She screamed loudly, her orgasm blasting through her body. Her pussy clamped down on his dick, and she slammed herself downward until he was fully impaled on her body. She screamed and spasmed until her body backed away from the edge, still quivering in pleasure. Luke very gently rolled to the side, laying her on the bed, and then slipping out of her pussy. She looked at him with a sated, peaceful smile. He kissed her softly, and then rolled over to face the other direction. He was now facing Lori... or rather, Lori's pussy. She hadn't turned herself over yet. Her legs were spread lewdly, and he couldn't resist. He rolled over further, and he licked at her exposed clit. Lori immediately cried out in ecstasy, and her body shuddered. She sat up, putting her hand on the back of his head to hold him there. He continued to lick at her until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Luke, Baby... I need you," she said. He knew precisely what she meant. As he lifted his head from her lap, he gently pushed her back down into a lying position. She spread her legs as he moved around to get between them. Luke didn't waste any time slipping his dick into her wet, waiting pussy. She groaned as he slid his cock home, burying it to the hilt in one smooth motion. He started to thrust into her, not wasting any time, but building to a steady rhythm very quickly. Lori was moaning with passion, and lost to the world. She felt new hands on her body, caressing her tits, and she tried to focus. She saw Zoe leaning over her, and then Zoe's lips were pressed to her own. As Luke continued to fuck her furiously, Zoe's tongue invaded her mouth, playing with her own tongue. Luke enjoyed seeing the two girls kissing. He ran his hand over Zoe's ass, kneading the flesh there. Zoe mewled and pushed her butt back against his hand. He was having a little trouble trying to concentrate on both tasks at once, but he marveled at what a wonderful problem this was to have. He could feel Lori's orgasm coming, and he knew that his wasn't far behind. He reached down and began to finger Zoe's clit. She shot straight up when he did that, and screamed out. Her body was quivering, an orgasm right on the verge of happening. As his thumb continued to work her clit, he stuck two fingers deep into her cunt, and began to fuck her with them. The orgasm that had been waiting to happen suddenly broke over her. Zoe cried out and writhed on Luke's hand, as if he was controlling her from within her cunt. Lori watched as brother pleasured sister. She was highly aroused by the sight, and the cock slamming repeatedly into her pussy was driving her wild, as well. Soon, it was more than she could take. Her own orgasm gripped her body, and caused her to thrash about on the bed. Her pussy rippled along Luke's cock, trying to milk his cum from his balls. Luke could feel one cunt squeezing his fingers, and another cunt squeezing his dick, and it was just more than he could control. He slammed himself deep into Lori, and he spewed his load. He felt as if his entire body was emptying into her, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut as he climaxed for a long moment. He didn't notice when Zoe slipped off his fingers and collapsed on the bed. He barely noticed as he rolled sideways onto the bed, slipping out of Lori. He never knew that Lori had passed out herself moments before he did. For the next half hour, all three slept. ----- Luke was the first to recover, though the other two followed soon after. Lori was the most out of it; her hypersensitive body suffered aftershocks for quite some time, and she still tingled from their intercourse. "Okay, someone want to tell me what this was all about? I feel a little left out here," Luke said, not entirely pleasantly. Zoe waved her hand at him. "Don't blame Lori. This was my doing." "You two... have done this before?" Lori asked. She had been surprised to see Zoe have sex with her own brother. "Guys, I guess I need to apologize a little. Should I explain everything, or do you guys still want to hide things from each other?" "A little late for that," Luke said stiffly. "Lori, the first time Luke and I did it was the day school started. You can't imagine how much I love my brother, and, well... when he was hurt, and then I once saw him getting out of the shower... hell, one thing led to another. Sex to me is fun. It's just my way of saying I care, and God, I care about my brother." She ignored the blush that came over Luke's face. "I'll admit I was a little jealous when you came along, but he was happy, and I talked him into still sleeping with me every once in a while, so it was cool. But... I don't know, I guess I'm a little greedy. "After a while, I figured you and I might get to know each other. I did sort of take advantage of you that night... after I realized you were so sensitive... anyway, when you and I started sleeping together, I learned how important Luke was to you. I just wanted you two to have all the good parts of sex." "When did you two start sleeping together?" Luke asked no one in particular. "You remember the night that Rick 'needed help' with his project?" Zoe asked. "Yeah..." "I should admit now, that was a setup. He didn't need help. I wanted some time with Lori when I knew you wouldn't be around." "What the hell did you bribe him with?" Luke asked incredulously. "Sex. What else? He's not very good, by the way. Definitely nothing like my brother." Luke blushed furiously. "So... you set *both* of us up," Lori said, more confused than upset. "Yeah. I'm sorry. It was kind of selfish. But... I mean, I really do hope you guys have more fun together now... and maybe you can include me, once in a while?" Luke reached for his sister, and she came readily. He didn't need to reach for Lori; she was already joining him. The two girls hugged him tightly. "I'm not sure there's enough of me to go around," he said self-consciously. "When we're done with you, we've always got each other," Zoe said wickedly. "No offense, Zoe, but I'd still rather have him." "Me, too, but I'll take what I can get!" The two girls leaned in and kissed, not six inches in front of Luke. He rubbed both backs as they kissed, marveling at the odd twist his life had just taken. "Zoe?" he asked, when the two girls had separated. "Yeah?" "Anything else you're hiding from me?" "If there is, you'll find out in good time, Little Brother," she said with a laugh. "You're evil, girl," Lori said with a giggle. "And your point is?" Zoe asked with a cocked eyebrow and a chuckle. Luke just leaned back and closed his eyes. The two girls joined him, and they relaxed for a long time together, not worrying about anything. The future would take care of itself. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "It's just a suggestion, guys, but it occurred to me the night we rescued Shadow that we were all too vulnerable. Without any kind of disguise or anything, anyone who had seen us go in there, or come out, could have told the police who we were." "But no one did," Loki objected immediately. "We got lucky, and no one saw us. We can't depend on luck. It's easy for you to slough it off; you can look like anyone you want. If they see you as Desmond Tutu, they're sure as hell not going to tell the cops they saw *you*, now are they?" Loki, for once, didn't have a retort to that. The girls were all quiet; they were uncomfortable talking about the possibility of being found out. Mimir turned to Hercules. "Herc? What do you think?" Herc looked up at Mimir, as if he had only barely been paying attention. Everyone had noticed his mood over the last couple of weeks. In fact, it had been badly impacting his relationship with everyone. He wasn't really surly, only withdrawn and introspective. He took a long moment to answer, even now. "It's probably a good idea if we take care to hide who we are. Revealing ourselves can only have bad consequences." Nightingale looked over at her friend, staring hard at him. She wondered if he was really talking about their current situation or not. "So, we're in agreement, then, that we should look into some kind of disguise or costume for when we have to overtly show ourselves?" "You guys worry too much," Loki said derisively. "But if you want to dress up like Superman, then by all means, be my guest." "Superman's costume was useless," Atlanta pointed out. "It clearly revealed his face. Only a complete moron wouldn't have seen the resemblance between Clark Kent and Superman. If we're going to hide, a key ingredient is going to have to be something to cover our faces." "Kind of hard to see that way," Aurora said lightly, hoping to rouse her boyfriend. He usually liked a good joke. This time, she didn't think he even noticed. "Spidey never had troubles," Mimir threw back, for much the same reason. He was worried about Hercules, but didn't feel he knew him well enough to butt in. Neither comment got any rise out of him, however. Mimir shrugged. "Anyway, yes, obviously we'd need to keep our eyes uncovered. "Some kind of ninja costume?" C-Squared offered. "Possibly. It was designed to conceal both a person's identity, and their tools." "I'm not too crazy about that idea," Aurora said. "People think ninjas were bad. Do we really want to be associated with that kind of image?" "Ninjas weren't bad people," Herc suddenly said forcefully. "They were highly misunderstood. They did what had to be done to protect their land and their family. They were fighting forces that were much bigger than themselves, and they had to conceal themselves to protect not only themselves, but their families and friends. It's disgusting the kind of image they've been given by bad movies that called them all assassins." Herc's little tirade seemed to take all he had, and he lapsed back into silence that seemed almost more impenetrable than before. Atlanta looked at him for a long moment, then she offered, "What about a ninja uniform that isn't black? I mean... is black really necessary? What about... oh, I don't know, light gray or something?" "Probably actually a better choice, when you consider we live in a city. Gray is the color of the dimly lit night, such as we have in cities," Mimir offered. "What about being able to tell each other apart?" Nightingale worried. "We can't very well write our names on the back." "We could use our secret names," Mimir offered. "Herc, can you look into how hard it would be to get those kind of uniforms?" Hercules jerked his head in a positive manner, but didn't speak. "Okay. Is there anything else we need to go over?" "Yeah," Loki said. "We've got several hundred dollars in our bank account now. What the hell do we plan on doing with it?" "We'll use it to handle mission expenses." "We don't *have* any mission expenses!" Loki insisted. "We haven't had any to date. That doesn't mean we won't in the future." "Oh, come off it," Loki derided. "What do you think we're going to do, build a bat cave?" "In my experience with doing research," C-Squared said politely, "I have found that it is the unexpected that is the hardest to plan for. Having monetary resources at our disposal will greatly ease any difficulties we may have when the unexpected happens." "What the fuck would you know about it, byte-head?" Loki snarled. Loki and C-Squared had not straightened out their relationship over the last couple of weeks, and Loki was his usual obnoxious self. "You live in a world where the government pays for everything! You don't know real hardships." "Hey, that's not fair! Akira lost his dad to a *riot, *for crying out loud!" Aurora said, slipping and using his real name. "Mind your own business..." he almost slipped, but even he was not willing to cross Hercules in his current mood. "This has nothing to do with you. Keep your bleeding heart out of this." "Or what? C-Squared is part of the team. I'll stick up for him just like I've stuck up for *you*!" "Oh, yeah, right. Like you stick up for anyone. You do what he tells you to do!" Loki said, pointing at Hercules. The room grew suddenly quiet as Hercules rose from his chair very steadily, but in complete silence. Hercules stared Loki down, and the size difference became increasingly obvious as everyone realized that an expression of pure rage was washing over Herc's face. "I can't even control my own fucking life," he said in an ominously calm voice. "I sure as hell do not - *ever* - control anyone else's." Loki did something incredibly stupid at this point. He laughed. "Yeah, right. You say jump, and she asks how-" At this point, Hercules hauled off and punched Loki with everything he had. The punch was augmented with a fairly powerful telekinetic push, and it sent Loki flying into the sofa against the far wall. Luckily, no one was seated there at the moment. Hercules looked at what he'd just done, and he grew very pale. He looked down at his hands, back up at Loki, and then he turned for the door. "Fuck it!" he said, rather loudly, and walked out the door. Aurora was about to go after him, but just as she got to her feet, someone intervened. "Jen, *freeze!*" Claire shouted. Jen nearly toppled over in her haste to turn to see what was going on. "One place you don't want to be is anywhere near him right now." Claire looked at the entire group. *If I don't do something, he's going to fall apart. I mean, personally I don't give much of a crap if he puts Paul in the hospital, but his heart is breaking! I know what I promised... but dammit, this is more important than my promise!* "Jen, Andie, I need to talk to you two after the meeting." "Claire, if you know something about Jim that the rest of us don't..." Luke started to say. "I do, but it doesn't involve you. It's a private matter, and quite frankly, it's none of your business unless Jim wants to make it your business." Luke bowed to that, especially since it was clear that Claire wasn't going to budge from that position. "If there's nothing else, then... um... should we dump him outside, or call an ambulance?" Claire walked over to him and put her hand on his forehead. She could feel some injuries. *Good. The bastard deserved it.* She poured only a little energy into him, to wake him up. Paul looked up at the group, noting the absence of Jim. He wondered if that meant that the punk had been censured by the team, but he doubted it. *More likely, they'll blame this on me.* "Since you seem to be okay, why don't you go home now?" Claire said. It wasn't really a question, but more of an order. He wiggled to his feet, and the room still seemed to be set on a seesaw, but he managed to stay upright. "Where is that son of a bitch?" Paul asked angrily. "If you're lucky, he's not waiting outside to kick your ass," Lori snarled. "You have all the sensitivity of a porcupine." "Hey, it's not my fault if he's got a bug up his ass about something," Paul said, immediately defending himself. *See? Told you*, his mind told him gleefully. "Look, let's just everybody go home. We've got two weeks off, and I think it would do us all good." Luke hoped that everyone would just let things settle down. He watched as Paul stormed out of the room, then he turned to Claire. "I'm not going to ask what's wrong, but... do you think things with Jim are going to be all right?" "I don't know," Claire said, her voice showing worry. The other two she'd asked to stay looked very upset about something. Lori just shrugged when he looked her way. "Okay. If there's anything we can do for him, just say the word. Otherwise, we'll see you guys after Christmas break." "Thanks. See ya." There were mumbled farewells, and then Luke and Lori took their leave. Now it was only Claire, Andie, Jen, and Akira. Akira had stayed because he had driven them over. "Akira... I think we can catch the bus home. This is... um... girl talk." "Jim will be all right, I hope. I will see you all after Christmas." He bowed slightly, and left, leaving just the three girls behind. "Okay, spill it," Jen ordered, in much the same tone she'd used with Jim a couple of weeks ago. She didn't think about that. "Sit down, you two," Claire directed them to seats that were over in the corner, by the one window in the room. Once everyone was seated, she took a deep breath. "*We* have a problem, and Jim is the one doing the suffering." "What's happening?" Andie asked fearfully. "Andie, I think I need to explain some things to you. You see, if I hadn't asked him to, Jim wouldn't have spent so much time with you. Not because he didn't want to, or because he didn't like you, but-" "Because he didn't feel like he could help," Andie finished the sentence. "I figured. He said the same thing to me when I asked him to help you." "Claire, you can't take the sole... uh... 'credit' for that. I pretty much blackmailed him into helping Andie, too. What's this got to do with his current funk?" Claire took another deep breath. This was the hard part. "First, let me ask you if what he's told me is the truth. Do you really let him sleep with anyone he wants?" Jen blushed, but nodded. "Don't ask me to explain why, please? I just... do." "Okay, I just wanted to make sure he hadn't misled me. I didn't think he had, but I'd rather be sure, with what's going on." "Which is *what*?" Andie asked in exasperation. Claire felt her heart had probably stopped as she said, "Andie, Jim's falling in love with you." Two pairs of eyes blinked in unison. In unison, two voices said, "*What*?" "Look at it: We asked Jim to help you. He agreed, a little reluctantly, but you know how Jim is... when he says he's going to do something, he puts his best effort into it. That means he has pretty much devoted himself to your recovery. In the process, he's... become... attached. The way he explained it to me went like this: Jen, he considers his relationship with you to be 'serious business'. Of the other girls - and he didn't tell me who they were - that he sleeps with, they're 'just fun.' He said that, in your case, Andie... it wasn't 'just fun.' He feels horrible, because now he feels like, no matter *which* of you he's with, he's hurting someone else." "Why the fuck did he tell *you* this, and not me?" Jen asked sourly. "Look at the attitude you're having right now. It's a natural reaction, but... he knew that you'd be hurt. I'm breaking my promise to him right now by telling you both this. He asked me not to. But I can't *not* help him." Jen looked over at Andie. "Well, you can just let him go..." Andie looked at Jen with tears in her eyes. "No, I can't... Jen, I *need* him. You don't." "Like hell I don't! He's *my* boyfriend!" "Hey, you're the one that forced him to help me! Don't blame me because he likes me!" "How dare you! I try to help you out, be a nice..." "*KNOCK IT OFF!"* Claire screamed at the top of her voice. Both girls sat back as if shoved. Claire's anger was radiating off her. "Shit, what the hell does he see in *either* of you, if you're going to act this way? Don't you understand? *It's OUR FAULT*. What Jim is going through, the torture he is *putting himself through*, is because of *us*. He's facing this *alone* because he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Jen, he knows you'd be miserable if you knew there was another girl in his life. You know it and I know it. And Andie, you already told him you wouldn't try to steal him away from Jen... and I know you wouldn't *try*, but don't you see, *it doesn't matter now*. Whatever *we* do, Jim is the one who really gets hurt. I'm not sure, but I think if you force him to choose, he'll walk away from *all of us*, the entire team. I don't think he could handle it. In an effort not to hurt anyone, he'd end up hurting *everyone*, but himself most of all. "Don't you understand? Look, let me reveal a little something of my relationship with him. I can tell you this now, because I know Andie won't be jealous. The day he came over... after we rescued you from your dad... when I was so messed up... do you know what he did? He came over, and he held me. That's all. He let me cry... it felt like I cried for an hour, but he didn't move, didn't fidget, he just sat there, holding onto me, and let me cry. After that, he told me I was going to be okay. So, really bad psychiatry, maybe, but it worked. Any time I've had doubts about what happened, I just call him, and we talk it out. He comes over to see me about once a week, and I usually end up crying about it. It's getting better, but... it still hurts. "Don't you see? I need him as much as you two do. But there's a difference. He doesn't love me. I know that, he knows that. That's okay; I don't need him to love me, I only need him to be there for me, which he has *always* been. Now it's my turn to be there for him, which is what I'm doing now, in the only way I know how. "I can't tell you what to do, but let me tell you what I *think*. If you force him to choose, he will walk away from all of us. If one of you steps away from him, he will *still* feel lousy, because he will have lost someone important to him. If you *both* step away from him... I don't want to think about what would happen to him. I don't know if he has any kind of support system that could help him then. If things continue like they are... he's liable to kill someone. What you saw today? That's been building for a couple weeks. You know how grumpy he's been... this is why. He doesn't know what to do. He can't bear the thought of hurting *either* of you, so I have to do it for him. *You two have to decide*. I can't do it for you, and he is too far out of his depth to do it. "But before you make up your minds, I just want to say one more thing. We've known Jim for... what, about four months, each of us. In all that time, granted not a lot, but we have spent quite a bit of time together, but in all that time, has he *ever* let any of us down? And what has he asked for in return?" Andie lowered her head, slightly ashamed. "He never asks for anything." Jen did likewise. "I know." Jen and Andie looked up then, staring into each other's tear-filled eyes, and a decision was reached, without words, but with a lot of communication. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hello?" Laura said, picking up the phone. "Laura? It's Jen." "Oh, hey, Jen. Jim's up in his room, I'll..." "No, Laura?" "Yeah?" "I need you to come over. And Laura?" "What?" "Don't tell Jim you're coming. Please? This is important." Laura could hear the concern in her voice. Still, she figured it was probably something to do with a Christmas present for Jim. She smiled into the phone, and then she said. "Sure. When?" "Right now." "Okay... um... give me about fifteen minutes." "Okay. Thanks." ----- "Jen, what's this about, exactly?" Stacy could see that Andie, who had come over with Claire a little while ago, was holding herself together only through sheer force of will. "Mom, I don't want to go over this more than once, if it's okay with you." Stacy bowed to her daughter's wish. It was clear that everyone involved was upset... though Stacy didn't know anything about it. She knew they were waiting for someone, but who that was, she wasn't sure. She thought it might be Jim, and was sure her thoughts were confirmed when she saw Laura's car pull up out front. She was surprised when Laura got out and came to the door. "Hey, Laura," Stacy greeted her kindly, and stepped aside. "C'mon in." "So what's the big secret?" Laura asked Stacy with a smile. "I wish I knew. Jen won't tell me yet." Laura cocked an eyebrow at her, but followed her into the living room, where she found three girls sitting. She recognized Jen immediately, and after a bit of staring, she recognized the other two, but couldn't remember their names. "Could you guys sit down, please?" Jen said. She felt very uncomfortable being the center of attention, and she paced nervously. Andie looked up at her, anxious for this to be over. Claire was just determined, and concerned. She didn't quite know what the two had decided, and she only knew that whatever it was, it would be a big change for everyone in the room. "I'm probably going to say some things here that are going to shock almost everyone at some point. I'm sorry. I need to get things out in the open so that you can understand what's going on. "As we all know, Jim hasn't been himself lately. A few days ago, Claire told me what was bothering him. In order to fix it, each of us needs to be part of it." Jen turned to Laura, and stared fixedly at her. "Laura, you've known him the longest... and... you slept with him first." Laura blushed fiercely as Claire and Stacy both gasped. Andie was a little shocked, as well. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you'd rather I not have said that, but the others need to know why it's important for you to be here. Also, you know him best, and you'll know better than any of us if what we're proposing will be something he can accept. "Mom, you've only slept with him once... right?" Stacy blushed as furiously as Laura had, but nodded. Claire wasn't surprised, but Andie was. Stacy almost added some other information, but decided it could wait. "Claire, you and he have been together a few times, and you consider him a close friend." "One of my best," she said firmly. "Friends, that is," she said, blushing after she realized what some might have thought she meant. The others chuckled at her discomfort. "Andie, you and I... well, we know what's between us and him." Looking around the room, Jen took a breath and said, "As far as I know, the five of us are the only girls in Jim's life. Each of you knows that I have already told him he could sleep with anyone he wanted. The problem he's having... probably comes from that, so it's sort of my fault. I'm hoping I can fix it, with your help. Mom, Laura, here's the problem, and what we've decided to do about it..." ----- "Are you sure about this, Honey?" Stacy asked her daughter. They were sitting at the kitchen table, sharing some tea. The meeting was three hours behind them. "No. I'm not sure about anything right now. I only know I love him, and I can't stand to think of the pain I'm causing him." "Oh, Sweetheart..." Stacy moved around to embrace her daughter, and she felt the sobs begin. It was to be an emotional night. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Jim?" Laura called. He had just started to head upstairs, taking his new clothes - Christmas presents - with him to be put away. He turned to go back down the stairs, where she was standing. "Yeah?" he said. She could hear the dullness in his voice. She'd paid closer attention over the last few days, and each time he spoke to her like *that*, her heart broke. She had to suck it up for the moment; things were in motion, and she had a part to play. "You have somewhere to be at seven o'clock tonight. I'll drive you. Don't ask me anything about it... it's a surprise. Just call it... another Christmas present." "Oh. Okay." Normally, he would have tried to wheedle the truth out of her. Now, he simply accepted the unknown as the way life was. When he turned to go back up the stairs, she stopped him again. "Jim?" He turned back to her. As was typical of her brother, there wasn't a trace of anger or irritation at being interrupted *again*. He just looked down at her, politely waiting. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, not able to speak for a moment. When she could finally trust her voice, she said, "I love you." Jim felt a tightness in his chest that had nothing to do with his sister's embrace. He mumbled a reply to her, and she let him go. He made his way upstairs, wishing that his physical ascension could be accompanied by an emotional one, but he figured his soul was roughly in the seven-hundred sixty-eighth level of Hell at the moment. He took his time folding and putting away his new clothes, and then lay down on his bed to try, unsuccessfully once again, to meditate. ----- At 6:45, Laura poked her head into Jim's room. His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn't asleep. When he slept, his face took on at least some semblance of peacefulness, and there was no peace to be found in his countenance at the moment. "Jim?" she said softly. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The look she saw made her want to cry, or to shake the Universe and tell it to leave her poor brother alone, that he had enough to deal with in life. "It's time to go," she said, keeping herself under control. She knew that things would be settled tonight, but Jim was still in Hell, and she'd promised not to tell him what was happening. That meant she couldn't relieve his pain, and that hurt her more than anything else could. Jim got up from the bed slowly. He did everything in a slow, almost hesitant manner these days. "Do I need to get dressy?" he asked. His tone indicated his distaste at the idea. "No. What you're wearing is just fine. C'mon." Jim didn't speak as they drove through the snowy streets. A major storm had just missed them, and was, in fact, hammering their sister city, Broadmoor, still. Jim paid little attention to where they were going until Laura pulled into the driveway. Jim looked up, and frowned. "Laura..." "Shh. I promised to make sure to get you here, and you're not going to make me break my promise. This is important, Jim." Jim looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. He got out of the car and trudged his way up to the front door. Laura rang the bell, but she didn't wait for an answer, since she knew she wasn't going to get one. She simply opened the door and, taking her brother's hand, dragged him into the house. Once inside, she closed the door, and let him go. He followed her into the living room, where he stopped dead. He looked around to see familiar faces. Stacy and Jen he had expected. Claire was a surprise, and Andie was both unexpected and, though he hated to even think it, unwanted. Her presence only brought to the very front of his mind the turmoil he was going through. Laura pushed her brother over slightly, and looked up, positioning him just so. It took him a moment to look up to see what she was doing. He realized that she had put him right beneath the mistletoe. "According to the *Santa* Code, section 18, *Clause* 6, I'm required to kiss you now," she said, a very warm and loving smile on her face. She leaned in and pressed her lips to her brother's. Jim was very confused, but he automatically returned his sister's kiss. In truth, feeling her against him, her lips pressing against his, and the love that radiated from her were very comforting to him. Jim embraced her, forgetting, for a few seconds, that there were others in the room. He held on as long as she'd let him, but after a little while, she had to pull back. "I love you, Jim. I love you more than you will ever know." She was speaking in a voice that only he could hear, not that her body language didn't tell the others exactly what she was saying. She leaned in, and their eyes were mere inches apart. "If you need to talk later, please come to me. I'll square things with Mom and Dad, if you don't want to come home at the usual time." She leaned in and kissed him again. "I'll be at home. Just remember; your sister loves you, very much." When Laura stepped away and out of the living room, Stacy immediately came over to him. She glanced up only briefly at the mistletoe, and smiled at him. "Tradition must be fulfilled," she said, and then she kissed him. Her kiss was more passionate than his sister's, though it didn't hold quite as much meaning for him. He embraced her tenderly, glad for the support she was giving him in this very troubled time in his life. When she broke their kiss and moved just slightly back, she said, "I'm going to take Claire sale-shopping. We should be gone... at least three hours or so. I trust you'll look after things here for me, and keep everything safe?" Jim nodded numbly at her. She smiled at him, and kissed him again. "Sometime next week, you and I need to sit down and have a talk. What's going to happen tonight is important to all of us. I just want you to know that I love you, Jim," she said quietly, before stepping away from him. He was immediately embraced by Claire. "To hell with the mistletoe. I just want a kiss," she said. Her lips pressed firmly against his, and he embraced her strongly. Theirs was the first kiss that involved tongues, and Jim was enjoying it quite a bit before she finally broke it off. She leaned back, still with her arms around him. "You are, without a doubt, the very best friend I have ever had. I hope that what happens tonight doesn't change that." A look of dread crossed Jim's face at that remark. "Just remember, I consider you a friend, and friendship overrides certain... other rules." She kissed him again, more tenderly this time. "I won't say I love you, because it would be a lie. I do like you quite a bit, though. And I owe you more than I can ever repay." Jim was about to reply to that, but didn't get a chance, as her mouth re-engaged his. He held onto her as they kissed again. No one else in the room made a sound as the two continued to embrace for a long moment. Then, Claire finally stepped back, letting him loose. She looked at him with an odd expression. Then, she turned to go. *I hope that wasn't the last time he'll ever want to kiss me*, she thought. *But his happiness... and sanity... are more important than my petty physical needs.* She smiled weakly at Stacy, and the two waved to the other two girls before heading out the front door. Laura was waiting there for them, and they all nodded to each other before getting in their respective cars and driving off. For a long moment, no one in the living room moved or spoke. Jim didn't dare say anything at this point. Not only did he not know what was going on, nor did he think he could come up with something that wouldn't be offensive, he couldn't trust his voice to speak without cracking. "Sweetheart," Jen finally managed, reaching her hand out to him. Jim walked over to her woodenly, taking her hand in his own, but his grasp was limp. He was so emotionally torn at the idea of being in the same room with *both* of these girls... "Jim, we know," Jen said softly. She could see the look of utter confusion on his face. He was so distraught, he didn't even know what she was talking about. She elaborated by saying, "Claire told us what you told her." Jim's look darkened for a moment, and Jen quickly grabbed his arm. "Jim, she did it because she was worried about you. Hell, we've all been worried about you. You've not been yourself lately. You won't talk to us, you spend all your time alone... Jim this has been my fault. I got you into this." Jim didn't say anything. He couldn't have spoken to save his life at this point. Andie then reached over and took his other hand. "It's my fault, too. I depended too much on you, even though I knew you were such a kind soul, that it had to have some kind of effect... I was selfish." Jim just shook his head at her, his throat completely closed at this point. He didn't know why his world had decided to suddenly fall apart at the hands of the only two women he had ever... loved. Jen took a deep, shuddering breath. "After Claire told us what was bothering you... Andie and I had a long, long talk." Jim turned back to her. He assumed this was the part where she told him she was leaving him. Just as bad, she could tell him that Andie was leaving him. Worst of all, she could say that they were going to let him decide. Andie spoke next. "You'll probably never know how much your help meant to me that night. I don't remember a lot of what happened, but I do remember you holding me. And ever since then, I've clung to you like a life preserver... and you've let me. You're such a wonderful person, I can't imagine what either of us would do without you." Jim was completely confused now. He didn't know which way to look, which way to turn, or what to expect next. "Jim... you love Andie, don't you," Jen said. It wasn't really a question. Tears filled his eyes as he nodded, ever so slightly. He felt Andie shiver beside him. She gripped his arm more tightly to get his attention. As he turned to face her, she said, "And you love Jen, too. Don't you." He nodded again, the tears in his eyes overflowing. It was a horrible moment. Or so he thought. "We both love you, too," Jen said. "And all we could decide was that we couldn't take you away from each other." Jim looked at her in uncomprehending dread. She smiled for the first time that night. She looked over at Andie, who slipped up tighter against him, so that she could actually wrap her arms around him. "We decided that we would share you," Andie said. After a long, hesitant pause, she added, "If that's okay with you." Both of the girls looked at him expectantly. He looked from one to the other, still unable to speak. His mouth opened several times, and he was sure he looked like a landed fish, but still no words sprouted from his throat. Finally, after what seemed to him to be hours, but were in fact only a couple of minutes, he managed to find his voice. "You want... to... *share*... me?" he asked. His voice was a mixture of wonder and incredulity. Both girls nodded at him very certainly, sharing a look with each other. "But..." he said, trying to put to words whatever objection it was his mind was trying to come up with. "We know it's not the usual thing," Jen said, taking her boyfriend's hand. "And if it was anyone but Andie, I might fight a little harder to keep you to myself... Actually, no, that's not really true. Do you know why I've always let you sleep with other girls?" Jim shook his head negatively. "It's because, more than anything else in the world, I want you to be happy. I can't describe how important it is to me that you are happy. When Claire told me what was going on... when I realized it was really my fault... I was heartbroken. I *can't* let myself hurt you like that. I just can't. I *will* fight to keep you in my life, but... beyond that..." She shook her head. She couldn't really put it into words better than that. Andie saved her by picking it up. "And I meant what I said. I'd never try to steal you away from Jen. When Claire told me that it wouldn't matter if I tried or not... I had to admit that... well, I love you. I need you. I want to be with you. You're the only guy I've ever met who's ever given a shit about me for *me*. From the first day we met, you treated me just like... well, like a friend. When we made love..." Andie shivered, just thinking about it. "I never thought it was going to be like that. I'm afraid that the feelings that you caused in me that day wouldn't allow me to just let you go. I'm so sorry I almost caused... well, I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble, so much pain." "Andie," Jim finally managed, "it wasn't... I mean, there was nothing..." She put her finger to his lips to silence him. "See? You're still worrying more about me than you ever do about yourself. I know there was nothing I could have done differently, under the circumstances. That doesn't mean that your problem isn't my fault." "And there was no way I could just let Andie suffer, so there wasn't anything I would have done differently, either. But that doesn't mean I'm not to blame, either." "The truth is, both of us put you through this. We're only hoping that we can make it up to you. Together." "You... you really mean this." Jim was trying to wrap his mind around it, but the thought was a slippery one. Both of the girls nodded. Each one took hold of one of his arms, and gently lifted it. They pushed him back until he was sitting back on the couch, then they snuggled against him, each wrapping an arm around themselves. Jim sat silently, his arm wrapped around two wonderful girls, each of which had decided to be his girlfriend... together. His mind was still trying to wrap itself around the concept, but it was like a wet bar of soap; just when he thought he had it, it would pop out of his grasp and hit him in the face before slithering away, out of reach. Andie and Jen shared a look, but they waited in silence. They knew that it would take him a long time to come to terms with what they were... offering? Or were they forcing something on him? Neither of them knew. For a long time, Jim let his mind just wander. It was when he realized he was wondering which one of them he would take to the New Year's dance, or to the Fourth of July picnic, that he was shocked into considering the issue more rationally. *I can't hurt either of them. I'd rather rip out my own tongue. They're right; I love them both. I don't know how it happened so fast with Andie... is love like that? How the hell should I know? All I know is it did. Do I have a choice? Well, yes, I could let both of them go... it would hurt for a while, but they'd eventually find new boyfriends. And I...* He stopped that line of thought when he realized that his chest hurt from the very idea of leaving them. Tears sprang anew to his eyes, and he unintentionally squeezed each of the girls more tightly. In response, they both rubbed his chest gently. Jim closed his eyes, and wondered what it would be like, to have two girlfriends who *knew* about each other. The idea was so foreign to his way of thinking... *But there's no other way out, is there? And they're... well, I don't know if they're really okay with it or not. All I know is they're willing to try. For me. How can I spit on that kind of... that kind of love?* Jim finally opened his eyes, and looked down at the two girls, who were waiting as patiently as they could for him to come to a decision. "You're sure about this?" he asked hesitantly. Both of the girls nodded confidently. In fact, neither of them really felt totally confident, only because they didn't know how he would feel about it, in the long run. They had actually joked about, and now wondered seriously, whether he would feel comfortable kissing either of them in front of the other. They had a notion about how to cure him of that problem, which it was now time to put into action. "So, you'll keep us?" Jen asked, sliding up to face him. Her tone was serious, as was her question. She was worried about this. He could see it in her face. "Yeah... I'll try to... to make both of you happy." Jen kissed him strongly on the mouth. He immediately kissed back, lost in the feel of her against him. She rubbed her body against his, distracting him from the fact that he could no longer feel Andie beside him. The reason for this was that she had stood up. She hadn't gone far, but it was necessary for her to stand to do what she was doing. When Jen felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, she knew that Andie was done. Jen then let Jim loose, and stood up. Andie, now completely nude, took her place in his lap. Before he could even register that she wasn't wearing any clothes, her lips were plastered against his. She took hold of his hands and put them on her butt. He began to knead her flesh gently, sending tingles through her body. Jen watched the couple as she disrobed. She had never seen porn, and she was watching a couple begin to have sex for the very first time in her life. She was highly aroused, seeing her boyfriend with another girl. She hadn't suspected that, and she arched her eyebrows at her own thoughts. When she was done removing her own clothes, she moved behind the couch, so that she could reach over and begin to work on Jim's. This was a more difficult task, mainly because Andie wasn't all that willing to give Jen room to work. Jen giggled about it, more amused than irritated. Finally, she got Jim's shirt off him. This had required Andie to break their kiss, and she hadn't liked *that* at all. She was now once again Frenching him for all she was worth. Jen moved back around to the front of the couch, and wondered just how she was going to get his pants off. Andie finally relented, after a couple of taps from Jen. She moved off his lap, and both girls reached down for his pants. Jim was at their mercy as they undid the belt, the button and the zipper. Andie even broke their kissing to take hold of his jeans and tug them down his hips. Giving in to the inevitable, Jim lifted his hips. Jen, knowing him a little better, took the opportunity to grab his briefs, and they went with his jeans. Andie gasped as Jim's fully erect cock came into view. The two girls tugged his jeans down his legs and to the floor. Andie bent down to yank his sneakers off and dispose of the unwanted garments. When she looked back up, she saw Jen sucking on Jim's dick. She watched in amazement as Jen's mouth worked over him. She had never done that, and was fascinated as his cock disappeared between her lips. The sight, however, caused tingles in lots of places on her own body, and she needed some contact. She moved up and returned to kissing him, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Jen could sense the change in Jim as Andie started kissing him again. His body tensed, clearly on the verge of orgasm. She continued to suck him. It had taken her a while to get used to doing this, but he had 'allowed' her lots of opportunities to practice. She fondled his balls, coaxing his cum up out of them. She could almost feel it traveling in his prick, and then, with a grunt into Andie's mouth, he came, spewing his load deep into Jen's mouth. She continued to suck, loving every drop of his seed. When he had settled down, she swallowed his spunk, and ran her tongue along the head of his dick to pick up any stray droplets. He groaned at the pleasure her tongue was giving him. Jen kept working on his cock. She loved being able to do this for him; he obviously enjoyed it, and it was a pure gift; he didn't have to give anything in return. She bobbed for another minute before his dick returned to its fully-hard state. After that, she let him loose. When they had decided to go this far with him, together, Jen had had to make a decision. She hadn't told Andie about it, but she wanted her to take him first. It was her way of both accepting Andie as a partner in taking care of Jim, and also showing her that she would make every effort not to be jealous. She felt only a twinge as she patted Andie's thigh. Andie looked down, miffed at having to break her kiss. Jen motioned with her eyes. Andie's eyes opened wider. "You sure?" she asked. Jen nodded, and helped her move so that she was straddling Jim's waist. Jen wrapped her dainty fingers around Jim's dick, holding it in place, as Andie maneuvered above him. Andie slowly sank down, enjoying the feel of Jim's prick slipping deeper and deeper into her. Once Andie was halfway down, Jen let go of Jim's cock, and moved up onto the couch. He immediately reached for her, and they began kissing as Andie sank fully onto his prick. Andie moaned at how full she felt. She looked down to see the other two kissing, and that was highly erotic for her. She began to move on Jim's cock, slowly at first, since it was only the second time she'd had sex. As Andie began to work up a rhythm, Jim suddenly stopped her. He held her hips, but smiled at her, to indicate that things were okay. He gently pushed Jen away, and then he swiveled, with Andie still fully impaled, until he was lying on the couch. As soon as his hands left her hips, Andie began to move on him again, trying to regain the rhythm he had interrupted. Jim reached for Jen, but he didn't bring her mouth to his. Instead, he pulled her up on top of him, so that her pussy was over his mouth. She got the idea, and lowered herself onto his face carefully. When his tongue swiped across her pussy lips, she groaned loudly. She was facing Andie, and watched as the younger girl bounced on Jim's dick. It was a fantastic sight, and she could feel herself tingling at the idea of watching two people making love while she was getting eaten out by one of them. Andie was enjoying herself immensely, and was nearing her own climax. She was screaming loudly as her body raced toward the peak. As Jim thrust his hips more firmly upward, shoving his dick more deeply into her, she flew right past the peak, and off into the land of pleasure. Her orgasm splashed over her, and her body twisted and thrashed on his cock, bouncing even faster than she had been. Jen watched in amazement as Andie came. She wondered how the girl could stay upright, not realizing that she had often looked like that. As Andie collapsed forward, Jen reached out to catch her. Her hands landed in awkward spots, and for the first time, Jen touched another woman's breast. She almost dropped Andie in surprise, but she caught herself just in time. She quickly moved her hand, however, and then she helped Andie move off him. Andie rolled backward, flopping onto the couch, her head resting on the arm. Jen looked at her for a moment, but it was clear that she was just lost in bliss. Jen wanted some of that bliss for herself, and so she moved forward. When she reached Jim's waist, she turned around. This positioned her perfectly, and in mere seconds, his cock was buried fully inside of her dripping cunt. She began to buck on him more expertly, but no less enthusiastically, than Andie had. Jim began to push his hips up at her as she came down, forcing himself deeper into her. She leaned down so that he could take one of her bouncing tits into his mouth, and he suckled on her nipple. She gasped in pleasure, loving the feel of his tongue against her sensitive skin. After a couple of minutes, Andie began to recover her senses. She looked over and smiled at the couple. She had never seen two people fucking, either, but it wasn't the least disturbing to her. She felt a tingle in her loins as she watched, and figured she should do something about that. She moved off the couch, and down to the other end. She tapped Jim on the shoulder, and he let Jen's breast loose. As he looked up at her, she raised her leg high, to straddle his face. He smiled at her encouragingly, and she sank down until she felt his tongue contact her lips. She groaned in pleasure at the feel of him. Jen moved up, away from the sight of their coupling. She was hardly offended, but didn't need to see it quite that closely. Andie opened her eyes, and looked over at Jen, who was happily bouncing away on Jim's dick. She leaned forward, and took hold of Jen's head. Jen was surprised, but didn't resist. Andie leaned further forward, and their lips met. Jen was shocked, but Andie persisted. Her tongue snuck out, and licked across Jen's lips. After a bit, Jen opened her mouth, and Andie's tongue invaded, slipping hotly over Jen's tongue. Jen had never kissed a girl before in her life. The sensations... were different, and incredible, and somehow very taboo. She soon managed to kiss back, though she was still quite thrown by the experience. On the other hand, it had allowed her to push her arousal down a bit, so she had even longer to enjoy her boyfriend's ministrations. That didn't last long, as his movement inside her soon ramped her arousal right back up to full throttle. Even Andie's kiss was beginning to add to her heat. She was kissing back now, getting into the mood, as it were. Andie let her hands move from Jen's head onto her shoulders, caressing them as the two were being pleasured by their mutual boyfriend. When Andie slipped her hand down onto Jen's breast, Jen shivered, and almost pulled away. Andie moved her hand back up, but then let the other hand stray down to Jen's other tit. She kept this up, moving back and forth. It was highly disconcerting to Jen, but she had to admit, it was also getting her off. Jen was soon right on the very edge of her climax. Jim knew this, and thrust even harder into her. Andie also knew this. She reached down with both hands and rolled Jen's nipples in her fingers, while her tongue twirled in Jen's mouth. Jen screamed into Andie's mouth, and came. Her body tensed, her back arched, and her throat let loose with a long series of groans, which were drowned out by Andie's mouth, which remained clamped to Jen's. After Jen finally began to come down, Andie let her go. She helped Jen off Jim's dick, and then she looked down to see the hard shaft, slick with Jen's juices. Andie had never sucked a guy off before, but she had been highly aroused to watch Jen do it. She leaned down, still marveling at what Jim's tongue was doing to her cunt. She gingerly took his rod in hand, and stroked it a couple of times. She could feel his body shiver at her touch, and figured he might be close. She leaned further forward, and planted her lips lightly on the tip of his cock. She felt it twitch, and smiled. Pursing her lips, she kissed him, and then let her lips open as her mouth pushed forward. She tasted Jen's love juices, and enjoyed the flavor. She used her tongue to wipe up all of that juice, arousing Jim at the same time. As her mouth reached as far down as she could go, she settled for a second. Then, she began to suck. She suctioned Jim's dick so hard that her cheeks caved in. She slowly pulled off him, keeping up that suction, and then she dropped back down as far as her mouth would go. She kept this up, moving as fast as she could. Jim couldn't handle the incredible sensations that Andie was giving him, and it was mere seconds before he felt himself about to blow. He tapped her back, warning her as best he could, but she didn't care; she wanted his cum, craved it. He grunted loudly against her cunt, and then he blasted his spunk deep into her mouth. She was ready for it, and didn't have any problems. She loved the feel of his cum sliding around in her mouth, and she swallowed twice to get it all. She was so excited by swallowing his cum that she felt her own orgasm approach. As Jim continued to twirl his tongue on her clit, she arched her back, pushing her cunt down onto his face, and she moaned on his dick as her body spasmed, her own climax overtaking her. She writhed on top of him for a long moment before she was able to come down. When she did finally catch her breath, Jim very gently rolled her to the side. She went, but not without reluctance. She loved being with him, and the last half-hour had been absolute heaven. Jim moved up, first to check on Jen, who smiled and kissed him. She had tasted her own juices on his lips before, but this was her first taste of another woman. She was surprised that Andie tasted different... she couldn't decide if she liked it or not. Jim caressed her cheek as he then turned to check on Andie. By now, she was sitting up, and she came to him readily when he opened his arms. They kissed passionately, and then settled back onto the couch. Jen quickly joined them, cuddling up to him on the opposite side from her... girlfriend? "Do you feel any better about things?" Andie asked meekly. It was that same voice she'd often used with him. He knew it was an unconscious thing on her part, but the innocence in that voice melted his heart every time he heard it. "I'm still confused," he said honestly. "But... I think I'll get over that. Are you two *sure* about this?" "I am now," Jen said sincerely. Sharing him with Andie had cured whatever fears she'd had. "Me, too," Andie said, looking deeply into Jen's eyes. Then they both turned to Jim. 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