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 Title: My Sister Ell


Summary: How I ended up with Two Lesbians. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   Chapter 1 -- At the Bar

   My name is Mike.  I am a small guy, about 5' 5".  I look very average to
the casual observer.  I wear baggy clothes to conceal myself, a solid
muscle, 6-degree black belt martial arts student.  Ok, technically you
can't see that I am a black belt, but it gives you an idea of my physical
conditioning and abilities.  I work as a bouncer at an LGB bar in a
southern college town.  I am a straight college student studying to be a
police officer like my dad and his dad.

   My sister Ell, short for Elizabeth, is a bartender at the same bar.  She
is 22, tall, long blond hair, huge soft blue eyes, thin, 36C chest.  She
has long legs and typical at this bar, wears short shorts and a halter top.
She is a lesbian.  She was raped at age 14.  That was life-altering and
started a life of hating men.  I would think its obvious why she is a
lesbian now.  She is a nursing student and two years older than me, we were
not the closest growing up.  She had a problem with me, I was a male.  I
understood but it still hurt.

   We live off campus near the bar in a small apartment.  It's nothing
special, two small bedrooms, a ten by ten kitchen and a small living room.
Perfect for two college kids.  With our wages and parental help, we live
pretty well.  Both our parents work, make decent money, and help a bunch
which we both appreciate.

   Typically, the bar has four guys on security with two at the doors.  The
third is by the bar, and the fourth (me) mingles.  I am Joe Average, I
don't stick out.  Often, I lose myself in the crowd or a dark corner. 
That's just perfect with me.  I take my job very seriously.  The bar is
large because dancing is a big part of the theme.  I would not call it a
country bar, but they play a lot of country music.

   It is a quiet Tuesday early evening, line dancing night, I get to
participate, and I wear my black cowboy hat.  I immediately notice four
odd-looking guys dressed in black as they came in.  Most people at an LGB
bar want to be noticed, they are a bit more ...  flamboyant, they want
attention.  These four stood out to me because they are just the opposite.
I have a bad feeling about this.  You know the feeling, something you can't
quite put your finger on, has alerted you that something is unusual.  For
me, all my internal alarms just went off.

   I step up to the bar and discretely call 911 on my cell phone, this
feels bad.  I would rather apologize for a wasted trip than be sorry for
doing nothing.  I tell the 911 operator softly, "Four guys dressed in
black, possible robbery, come silent, potential hostages at Toby's Bar,"
and hang up.  That will get them here quick.  It still could be five to ten
minutes before they get here.  If this is bad, I want them on the way now.

   The bar is on the edge of town, nobody wants an LGB bar near them.  The
four guys try to mingle but are slowly making their way to the bar.  I move
to the end of the bar and close in on the group.  One guy quickly shows
Sally, a bartender, his gun and asks for the money.  The bartenders
training says hand over the cash, don't let them hurt anyone.  She throws
it in the Walmart plastic bag he provides.

   Guess they weren't expecting much money or there is more to this than
just a simple robbery.  Bells are going off in my head again.  OH SHIT. 
Stay calm, I can handle this.  She fills the bag with the cash, then he
walks toward the front door to exit.  His partner asks the other bartender,
Brenda, and my sister, to come with him.  The girls shake their heads no.
He pulls out his gun and waves it in the air for the entire bar to see. 
People scream and panic, all eyes are on the gunman as the money guy walks
to the door.

   That is my sister they are messing with and a flash of anger shoots
through me.  This isn't mad the type of mad because a pair of jeans is out
of stock.  No, this is the type of anger that will allow me to kill someone
without remorse.  I now have been released from only acting defensively as
the gun is shown.  This is bad.

   But I think this is odd.  Why take several hundred dollars and then
leave guys behind to kill people.  He doesn't want to kill people, he wants
two hostages or some female entertainment for them.  Still, why four total
guys, probably a fifth as driver?  One leaves and three remain to gather
women.  This is weird.  I am confused trying to figure it out and so I am
slow to react.

   The guy in front of me is quickly on the floor from two lightning-fast
punches.  He will be out cold for a while.  The guy next to the gunman that
was trying to take my sister pulls out a black revolver and shoots two
people close to him in their chests.  They go down quickly.  Dead.  That
pisses me off.  I am like lightning now.

   I quickly maneuver between the few people running past me, throw a kick
at the shooters knee which bends him down.  A few quick hits to the body,
armpit and neck.  He is out cold.  The gunman nearest my sister pulls his
gun arm up towards her but never makes it.  I bend his arm, I hear a crack.
He is in agony.  Few more quick hits and he is unconscious on the floor. 
He feels no pain now.

   In a flash I see the horror on my sister's face as she realizes that she
WAS in imminent danger.  He may have killed her.  I was there though, and
he is no longer standing or conscious.  That humors me but just for a quick
second.

   I run outside to get the guy with the money and run into five policemen
with guns drawn.  A sixth officer is on the ground over the money guy who
is in cuffs.  I smile and that confuses the police officers.

   I throw my hands up, put them behind my head and say, "I am Chief
Stanton's son.  I work here as a bouncer, you need three ambulances for the
guys inside."

   I go down to my knees and they cuff me.  This is standard operating
procedure, I can just as easily be a bad guy, they cuff me until they know
exactly who I am and that I am no threat.  It doesn't take long for someone
to show up that knows me, and I am released.  I run inside to comfort my
sister and the other bartenders.  Ell can't talk, she is in shock.  The
other girl is hysterical.  I reach out with my hand to help each of them
up. I drag them to a table next to the bar and get them to sit.  I hug each
one for a long time so they can feel my protection.

   I pull two beers and tell them with a smile on my face, "Drink up.  It's
over.  Relax." They smile at me and drink.  It is a long evening answering
questions from the police and filling out statements by everyone at the
bar.

   +++++

   The next day dad came to our apartment in his uniform with an IT guy and
his laptop.  They had taken the video from the bar and spliced it together.
It showed the robbery and me taking the three guys out in six seconds.

   My dad proudly says, "Son, nobody in my department has duplicated that
feat in the gym, we tried, you did great.  I'm very proud of you.  You
probably saved your sister's life.  Your mother wants you and your sister
to come for dinner tonight at 6:00 sharp."

   I know, mom must see that we are ok with her own eyes; a call is not
good enough for her.  She made our favorites and over dinner we never talk
about the bar.  On the drive home Ell takes my hand and holds it.  This is
extremely unusual, I am surprised.  Typically, she ignores me or is
indifferent.  Her hands are warm and feel soft.  My hands are calloused
from lifting weights.

   Ell seems sad, "I saw the gun and his arm going up.  He was going to
shoot me.  You saved my life." Her voice trails off.

   Ell softly says with a smirk on her face, "Mike, you're not so bad... 
for a guy."

   Who knew, she almost has a sense of humor.

   I reply dryly, "I try."

   Ell questions me, she looks curious, "How come you work with me at the
bar?  There are no straight women there and the guys aren't your type,
right?"

   I chuckle, "No.  Nobody there for me.  I needed a job, so I figured your
bar was as good as any other.  Besides, I get to be your protector which
makes mom and dad happy.  Otherwise, I would rather just be left alone.  As
I proved, I am quite capable at handling difficult situations.  It's
nothing new, I handle crazy situations at the bar every night.  This is
just different because you were involved."

   Ell rebuffs me, "No.  having a gun pointing at my face is not an every
day occurrence.  Having you take out three armed guys in six seconds, a
feat nobody else can do, that is amazing.  It certainly isn't a common
occurrence."

   Ell probes deeper, "You want to be left alone?  Is that a problem,
having pretty women see you?"

   I test her memory, "Ell, do you remember high school?"

   She nods yes.

   I blush, "It got around that I was pretty big and skilled in bed.  That
is when I spent a lot of time training in the gym and working on my black
belts.  As I added more and more muscle, the women and teachers were rude.
They grabbed and touched me.  That's why you never see the real me, I try
to hide my body to prevent that from happening again.  It was extremely
embarrassing and rude.  You should know, you are always the hottest woman
in the room, everyone stares at your boobs.  Don't tell me that doesn't
bother you."

   Ell asks teasingly, "Do you?"

   I am confused, "Do I what?"

   Ell continues, "Do you look and lust after my breasts.  You said I am
the best-looking woman there every night.  That means you have noticed. 
How much do you notice?"

   I am annoyed at that question, I shoot back, "Do you go staring at me
around the house?"

   Ell looks shaken, "Why no, you are just my brother."

   I win, "Well, there you go, you are just my sister."

   Not used to losing Ell snaps back, "But, I am hot and you like women. 
Do you ever think of me when you jack off at night?"

   I am not going down this rabbit hole, "Ok Ell, maybe we should just drop
this conversation.  I am not discussing my sex life with you."

   Surprisingly, Ell continues and teases me, "You never answered my
question."

   I have moved on, so I stun her, "I'm thinking of quitting."

   That will stop this line of questioning.  Shock her.  I can easily find
a job anywhere.

   Ell is adamant, "No!"

   What did she say, I question, "No?"

   Ell pleads, "No, you can't quit.  I need you there."

   I am shaking my head in disbelief, "You have never needed me for
anything.  To you, I was better off never having been born.  Besides,
things are going to get weird, look at our conversation tonight, then guys
will want to fight me to prove how tough they are.  Straight girls will
start coming in.  I am going to ruin everything.  I need to quit.  It will
be best for everyone." I laugh.  "You need me there?  Yeah, right."

   Ell suggests, "Become a bartender."

   Yuck, I reply, "Been there, done that.  No thanks."

   Forcefully, Ell says, "You are not quitting.  If you make me, I will
pout, cry, and make sad faces until you come back.  You know you can't say
no to me."

   I pull up into the driveway in my black 4x4 pickup.  I am thrilled to be
home and avoid this conversation.

   I announce with a weary voice, "We are home, I am tired and going to
bed, I'll see you in the morning."

   Yes, I did ignore her last question.  That conversation was getting
weird.  I was uncomfortable with the subject matter.  That is typical for
me.  She is right though.  Her sexy looks have always gotten to me.  The
answer is hell yes.  With tits like she has, yes.  I masturbated quite
often.  However, there is no way in hell I am letting her know that.

   I go to my room, strip to my boxers, and jump in my nice warm and cozy
bed.  I fall fast asleep.  Life is cruel at times.  I am woken up by my
sister about an hour later.  Swell.  I am frustrated.  Ell looks like crap,
untidy hair, running makeup, non-matching clothes, and she looks tired. 
This is certainly not typical.

   Sleepily she asks, "I didn't sleep last night, and I can't again tonight
due to ..., can I jump in with you and will you hold me?"

   She has her pouty face on and looks dreadful.  I move over.

   A bit too surly, I respond, "Get in, but if you take all the blanket,
you'll end up on the floor."

   She slips into bed, pushes back against me and put my arm around her so
it goes between her breasts and around her.  Ok, this isn't the worst thing
in the world.  My arm is resting on a perfect breast.

   A few hours later she is sweating profusely, shaking her head, and
yelling, "No, no, no, not me!"

   Obviously, a nightmare, I didn't realize she still suffered from them.
No wonder she doesn't sleep well at night.

   I calmly whisper in her ear, "Mike is here, nobody messes with my sister
or I kick their ass.  You are safe."

   Instantly she stops sweating, shaking, and talking.  She is calm.  Now
we can both get some sleep.

   Chapter 2 -- Back at Work

   The next day we are to show up at work for grief counseling, due to the
killing of two customers.  We got instant messages with instructions.  Ell
is already up and cooking a full breakfast, that is unusual.  I like the
smell.  I take a brief shower.

   While in the shower I need to take care of my morning wood.  I felt
Ell's breast last night on my arm and it was wonderful.  The shower is hot,
breakfast is started, I need to be quick.  What gets me off fast?  Today,
it is thoughts of my sister.  I start stroking my shaft.  I use shampoo on
my hair and my hand.  I stroke my cock using a quick stroke.  I remember
the feeling of Ell's breast on my arm.  I now imagine her top coming off
and those huge marshmallows pointing out.  My hand grabs them and handles
them roughly.

   The nipples are rock hard.  I squeeze them and Ell orgasms.  Hey, it's a
dream.  Anything goes in a fantasy.  Ell bends over and my cock goes into
her pussy.  I wake out of my stupor as I shoot my load onto the shower
wall. I point the shower head at my work and it goes down the drain.  Wow,
that was easy.  I dry off, put on clothes, and then go looking for
breakfast.

   Ell has a huge smile on her face, she has a full set of fully charged
batteries in her, she has energy to spare which is not normal for her in
the morning.  This does not please me as I like a quiet morning.

   She can see the surprise on my face, and she explains, "For the first
time since ...  a long time ago, I feel great.  I never slept so well. 
Whatever you did to me last night, it was terrific."

   I politely smile and explain, "You had a nightmare last night in your
sleep.  You woke me up.  I whispered that you were safe and then you calmed
down.  I take it that helped?"

   Ell looks at me amazed, then continues, "I never knew I didn't sleep
well, I just thought it was normal.  Interesting.  Hurry up, we have to
meet at work in an hour and you WILL be there."

   Ell feels like a million dollars, so she completely confused the
counselors until she explains why.  I had no issues, I saved a bunch of
lives, so it was just another day for me.  Since nothing was going on we
help in the kitchen.  O lucky me.

   The cook has a large bucket and is filling it with very hot water to
wash the floors.  The cook and I both turn into each other at the same time
and the large bucket of almost scalding hot water soaks me and my jacket.
DAMN that hurt.  Due to the extreme heat, I quickly take off my coat,
shirt, and long pants.  I have wet boxers, shoes, and socks on.  My skin
turns a bright red.

   I am furious with the chef and rip him a new ass hole verbally.  I was
mean, but it hurt like hell.  He is lucky I didn't strike him.  I am
embarrassed.  A bunch of girls and a few guys are gawking at me, their jaws
are on the floor like they have never seen a guy that works out before. 
OK, I am half naked, bulging muscles, pythons, abs, rippling chest, pecs,
the whole deal.  But to see them drooling at me, I want to hide in shame.

   I finally blow up at someone and they leave me alone.  They know what I
am capable of.  Ell puts me in the walk-in refrigerator.  That felt
wonderful and it gave me a chance to cool down both literally and
emotionally.  Ell retrieves my gym clothes from my truck.

   Later, after I calm down.  Ell takes me by my hand and drags me to the
bar.  She sits me down and gets me a beer.  I almost chuckle, I have seen
this movie before.  I know the ending.

   Ell demands, "Drink!"

   Yup, just like I did.  I shoot her daggers from my eyes.

   She is furious at me, "Fuck you!!  For an hour, I have been explaining
why I never told the girls how hot you are."

   Is this her job, I inquire, "Why do they even care, I am a guy?  Why
didn't you tell them?"

   Ell continues shouting at me, "Because I DIDN'T KNOW!  Why are you
hiding from me?  Are you ashamed because I am tainted?"

   How did I get into this conversation?  What did I do?

   I try to sound confident, "Ell, you are my sister and I love you.  I
think I proved that yesterday.  I am shy around pretty girls."

   No longer shouting, Ell tells me, "You aren't shy around me."

   I laugh and ask, "Are you sure?  Think about what started this
conversation, you were complaining because you didn't know what I looked
like."

   I win.  I drop the mic (figure of speech) and I walk away.

   The bar didn't open that night, we all ate at the bar, had a few beers,
and listened to music.  Many of the employees danced and we had a nice
evening.  I enjoyed talking to the other employees.  We go home and like
normal, there is no conversation on the way home, not even music.  Ell,
lost in thought, is looking out the window as it rains lightly outside. 
The houses pass by, people are jogging, life goes on.

   We get home, I go to my room, put on my boxers, turn off the light, and
get in bed.  Finally, some rest.  Ell walks in, turns on the lights, and
sits in my office chair next to my computer.  She is still dressed for
work.

   Ell looks at me and simply asks, "Why?"

   How do you respond to that?

   Looking confused, I ask her, "Why what?"

   Ell looks serious and asks again, "Why are you hiding from me?"

   I am also serious, I try to explain, "I am not hiding from you.  I just
don't walk around naked."

   Ell is acting weird, she actually asks me, "Take off the sheet and
blanket.  I want to see you."

   Looking at her like a crazy woman now I tell her unequivocally, "No."

   Ell is surprised at my answer, she repeats it, "No?"

   I was right the first time, I say, "No.  I didn't stutter.  I am not
doing a striptease for my sister."

   Ell questions me, she seems genuinely curious, "Why not me?  Don't you
dare say 'because'!"

   How did she know my answer?

   I simply reply, "Because I am a guy."

   Ell laughs, "Yeah, no kidding.  So, what?"

   I change directions and attack, "Why are you a lesbian?"

   Quickly, Ell answers, "Because I hate men."

   I am happy now as I say, "There you go.  Guess what, I have no breasts,
I have turned into a man."

   Ell retorts, "Duh!"

   Shyly I reply, "I don't want to do anything to hurt you.  You were very
fragile for a long time.  You always looked sad when you saw me or dad."

   Ell is amazed at my answer, "Oh wow, I had no idea.  I guess I
understand you now.  How about we start to get me over my fears.  The
counselors have told me for years that I need to get over them.  Will you
help me?  I now know how to follow their directions." I never saw the trap
coming so I say, "Sure."

   Ell commands me, "Stand up."

   I am leery, "But..."

   She is confident now, "No buts, this is for my own good.  Stand up."

   How did this happen?  I have no choice.  I stand up.

   She looks me over closely, "For a man, you look pretty damn good."

   She arches an eyebrow.

   As if asking for a cup of flour, Ell requests, "Drop the shorts."

   Shocked, I scream too loudly, "WHAT!!"

   Ell explains, "I need to face my greatest fear.  I feel safe with you. I
know you won't hurt me, you have proven yourself.  You are the only man I
can trust with this.  Drop the shorts.  NOW!"

   The things I do for my sister.  If it helps her, I must.  This is dumb.
I feel beaten.  I drop my shorts very unceremoniously.  She doesn't flinch.

   Ell is unimpressed, "Is that it?"

   Wow, now she is a critic.  I drop my shorts and all she says is, "Is
that it?" What the hell.

   I defend myself, "For now.  When I am sexually excited, it gets much
longer and thicker."

   Ell counters me, "You said I was cute, but you don't seem too ... 
excited."

   Why am I even in this conversation?

   I explain how boys work, "One, you are my sister, two I need to be
SEXUALLY excited."

   Ell hesitantly takes off her shirt and bra.  Her 36C breasts are perky,
full, and the nipples are at full attention.  She cups her breasts and
tweaks her nipples, she lets out a low moan.  Her tits are awesome, I want
to touch them.  I grow hard as a rock in 0.3 seconds.

   Impressed, Ell says, "So that is what it looks like.  A real man's cock.
Not the pencil I saw many years ago."

   I smile, and I have no idea why I say, "It gets a bit bigger."

   Tentatively, Ell asks me, "Can I?" In for a penny...  "Ok." This is so
weird.

   She drops to her knees and her breasts shake like Jell-O.  She grabs my
rod.

   She is surprised and blushing, "It's hot, hard, yet, not hard. 
Interesting.  Your cock is gorgeous."

   She licks the tip.  I shudder and grow larger.  Some precum is dripping
down.  She reaches out with her tongue and grabs a drop.

   Ell looks at me, "Salty."

   She then takes the whole shaft in her mouth.  She runs her tongue around
my mushroom.  This is feeling too good.  What the hell is she doing?

   Embarrassed, I warn her, "Um Ell, it's been a very long time for me, I
won't last very long."

   She stops and asks, "Or what?"

   I have a tear running down my cheek, "Or I defile my sister's mouth."

   Ell questions me with a huge smile on her face, "What if I want this? 
What if I need this to help recover?  What if I want to feel like a real
woman for once in my life."

   I suggest, "Shouldn't that be a boyfriend?  Someone, you love?"

   Collecting her thoughts, Ell continues, "I will never love a man as much
as I love you.  I will never trust a man like I trust you.  I KNOW you will
do anything to protect me and help me.  You are proving it right now.  That
is why I trust you 100%.  You are the only one that can help me." She
pauses.  "Ok, maybe dad could but I hope I don't need to explain to you why
I prefer you.  Do I?"

   She goes back to swallowing part of my cock, swirling her tongue around
my head.  She is awesome.

   I meekly suggest, "I could release on your tits, so you can see it."

   I really don't want her swallowing me, but she shakes her head no.

   My voice is rising in octaves, "You better think quick, I am almost
there."

   She starts sucking now, I can't hold back.  I shoot several ropes of
sweet baby batter into her mouth.  She smiles, knowing she didn't lose a
drop.

   Overcome with emotion, I exclaim, "That was fantastic!  Can I return the
favor?"

   She stands up, drops her shorts and then her white lacy panties.  She is
clean shaven, I love women like that, especially with my task at hand. 
Bare is better.  She lays down on the bed, bends her knees and then spreads
wide.  She is leaking, she is horny.  That surprises me, I thought this was
more therapeutic.  She lied to me.  Why?

   Why is she doing this?  She hates men.  Maybe she is just curious about
the other half.  It is biological to like men.  It goes back to the
caveman. Maybe that supersedes life altering events.  This is too deep for
me.  I know I love the feeling I am getting from her.

   I wipe my cheeks on her thighs.  The tiny whiskers tickle when rubbed on
such a sensitive area.  I blow a nice easy exhale over her hole, she
shudders.  I gently lick and flick her lips, giving them lots of attention.
She moans in response.  I use a finger on her clit while I give the pink
bits some attention.  She is withering on the bed.  I put my mouth on her
hole and say "Hmmmmmmmm." She squeaks.  She slaps the bed and her legs are
opening and closing.

   I start probing deeper.  I use my tongue to trace the edges of her lips,
slowly and delicately.  I have several years of practice.  I think I am
pretty good at this.  She finally explodes, puts my head in a vice grip, as
I lap up her cum.  I can see the rolling ripples on her body, she screams
something and is holding tight, not moving.  It takes a good 30 seconds
before she starts to breathe again and relaxes her death grip on my skull.

   Ell is now a wild woman, "Damn you are good.  I always heard girls were
better, but I got to admit, that is probably my best."

   She hugs me long and hard, "Thank you, I really needed that.  As much
for the mind as my body.  Wow, that was exceptional.  Your tongue is
impressive.  Thank you."

   I lay on the bed next to her and hold her in my arms.

   After a while, I suggest, "Ell, you need to go to bed, you have classes
tomorrow and we work again."

   She giggles at me then says, "I love your sense of humor.  I slept way
too good here last night and I love the feeling of being in your arms with
that wall of muscles around me.  I love your whiskers and your manly smell.
Besides, we aren't done yet."

   I strongly object, we have gone too far already, "Wait one minute, we
are done.  You can have any guy you want.  You deserve to have a husband,
2.3 children, a cape cottage house with a white picket fence, and a dog in
the front yard named Bingo."

   I explain, pleading, "I can't give you those things and we have already
gone too far.  I think you had some breakthroughs, but, we have to stop
here."

   Ell counters, "You make a good argument, but how could I ever trust any
guy to fuck me?  It's you.  It's only you.  Accept it, roll over, and make
love to me.  I've had quick, dirty and gross.  I want to be loved."

   She has tears running down her cheeks.  I am going to hell.  How can I
say no?  I am going to fuck my gorgeous sister and make love to her.  Wait,
I don't have to do this.  If I don't, who will?  Maybe another piece of
shit.  Why the sudden curiosity?  On the other hand, I will never get a
woman in bed as hot is this.  It would be fun to do it once.  It's been a
long time since I had a girlfriend that was so worthy of fucking.  Ell
qualifies.  Dammit, I will do it.  ONCE!

   Ell senses my internal battle, "It's ok to cum in me.  I want to feel
it." That didn't help.

   I am rock hard.  I get into position between her legs.  I use my hand to
guide me into position, my mushroom is at the entrance.

   I warn her although I know its futile, "You sure about this, we can't go
back?"

   In response, she thrusts her pelvis up, impaling me into her a few
inches.  She winces in pain.

   I tell her, "I am big, you need to go slow."

   I very slowly and methodically push in.  Not in inch bursts but in a
gentle steady insertion at her body's speed.  She is tight like a virgin,
she feels amazing.

   Curious, I ask, "How long have you wanted this?"

   Ell quickly answers, "Since you moved in."

   I get all in and stop.  No shit.  My lesbian sister has the hots for a
man.  Why did it have to be me?  Who else can she trust?  Who would I trust
to fuck her?  Nobody.

   I announce, "That's all there is."

   Ell orgasms on command.  I can feel a rolling vice-like grip on my cock.
No scream this time, but I can see the joy on her face.  She is in heaven.
I slowly pull out and then plunge in again.  No rush, no time clock, just a
leisurely slow fucking.  She enjoys it immensely.  I want to give her a
great time.  I pick up the speed.  Still slow for most couples but a nice
relaxed rate so I can hold off as long as possible.  It's hard to do, she's
beautiful and my sister!

   Again, she orgasms.  She falls limp this time with a goofy looking smile
on her face.  I keep the pace up and she recovers quickly.  I increased the
speed a bit.  Now I am getting some nice enjoyment out of this.  With
little effort, I could blow soon.

   Ell says happily, "This is so good.  I could do this all day.  I love
you, Mike, I love that you allowed yourself to fuck me.  I want to be your
slut.  I want you to breed me so I have children.  I want to be fucked
every day.  I want to share other women with you."

   This dirty talk is starting to get to me.  I pick up speed.  Ell is now
letting out an "Oh" with each thrust of mine.

   Ell is going insane, she is non-stop talking, "Oh, so full, oh, oh fuck,
oh, fuck, oh, make me, oh, cum, oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh, FUCK ME HARD, oh."

   I speed up some more.  We are both sweating, she can no longer speak,
she is on the verge.  I keep going hard and fast as our bodies slap each
other.

   She shrieks, sits up, convulses, her hair flies around, my cock can't
move because she is clamping down so hard, she goes limp.  Is she passed
out?  It's hard to say, she is breathing, has a pulse, eyes non-responsive.
Her pussy is spasming.

   She suddenly snaps out of it and shouts, "OH MY GOD THAT WAS AWESOME!"

   That's when I explode inside of her.  Seven ropes of cum bathing the
inside of my sister.  She is full, I can feel it around my cock, mingling
with her juices.

   Ell is blissfully happy, "Oh my, thank you for holding off.  I love that
I can feel you shoot inside of me.  I wonder if any will make it to my
eggs?"

   I am mad and shout, "WHAT?  You said you were on the pill!"

   Ell plays attorney on me, "No, I said it was OK to cum in me."

   Then in her damsel in distress voice, "Oh brother, I fucked some random
guy and got pregnant, could you protect me and help raise my child?"

   I question her, fearing the answer, "What if you aren't pregnant?"

   She smiles at me seductively, "It's just a matter of time.  I like your
cock and the way you use it.  There is no comparison to a plastic strap on,
I can't go back.  I still love women, maybe I will share you from time to
time if you are interested."

   I like this idea, "I get to fuck my incredibly gorgeous sister daily and
have a side of gorgeous lesbian, yes, I could learn to like that."

   Wait a minute.  I said this was a one-time thing.  I can't fuck her
every day.  I can't breed my sister.  I am not a sperm donor.  She is
breathtaking though.  Argggg, she makes me mad at times.

   Chapter 3 -- Sharing

   The next day is normal at work.  I hide in the shadows, so I am out of
the way.  I don't want to be the cause of any trouble.  The bar has some
pretty spectacular women.  Karen is the best, maybe even better than Ell.
5'8", long brown and blond highlighted straight hair all brought back into
a single ponytail.  She is college age, athletic, thin, and some perky
breasts that are almost too perfect.  She wears the standard short shorts
and a halter top that's just barely legal.  She is outgoing and loved by
everyone.

   I know she is a lesbian; all the females are.  This is a girl I could go
for.  She is cute, smart, nice, and has that special something that makes
her the center of every group or party.  She is fun to be around.

   On her breaks, she goes out on the dance floor and dances with anyone
that's hot or is a very good dancer.  She is flexible beyond reason and
dances like she had lessons.  She is one I like to watch and tonight is no
exception.  Tonight, she is a heat-seeking missile and runs to me, takes my
coat off, and drags me to the dance floor.

   I have on a tight t-shirt that is straining not to break.  I am wearing
light, flexible slacks.  They are nice looking (dressy) but stretchy
allowing full range of motion.  I try to explain that I am on duty but the
owner points to the floor.  I believe I have been set up, the owner rarely
leaves her office.  I have a gorgeous woman leading me to the dance floor,
my boss wants me to dance, so I accept my fate.  Poor me.  I laugh at
myself.

   She drags me to the center of the dance floor.  Karen starts out easy,
no doubt testing my ability.  She is a better dancer than everyone in the
bar.  My training keeps me flexible and I am light on my toes.  Many years
in a bar, I know a thing or two about dancing.  I just try to keep up with
her.  I can tell she is leading, effortless pushes and pulls and I respond
like a Ferrari.  Instinctively I know when to dip or spin, I have seen
enough over the years.

   To test me, she starts doing flashy, advanced moves.  The training
wheels are off.  I would never have thought to do those things but again my
training, agility, and flexibility allow me to quickly adapt and match
almost perfectly in step with her.  She is good.  She is sweating pretty
good, dripping on the floor.

   My routines are rigorous, I have yet to break a sweat.  Ten minutes on
the floor and everyone is watching us.  She continues trying new moves. 
Spontaneously, I toss her high in the air with a spin and catch her inches
from the ground around her waist.  She is frozen stiff.

   I set her down, bow to her, and whisper, "Get back to work."

   I walk off the dance floor and back into the dark corner I came from. 
We both get a standing ovation.  Before I get back to my corner, she runs
up in front of me, grabs my shoulders and gives me a huge sloppy kiss as
everyone watches.  The place goes wild.  Swell.

   Otherwise, the night is quiet, a few fights between drunk people that we
break up but nothing special or out of the ordinary.  You put strangers in
a small area with alcohol, doesn't matter who you are, fights break out. 
Fortunately, most people know not to screw with me.  Once I get involved,
they break up whatever dumb thing they are doing, unless they are stupid.
Even drunk, most know it's dangerous to cross or ignore me.

   It's almost closing, and the bar is almost empty.  I go to the bar to
get a beer, my first of the night.

   Karen stops by, "How come you never dance, you are pretty good for a
guy?"

   I explain nicely, "Not my job, they don't pay me to dance.  I am here to
keep everyone safe."

   She softly mutters a reply, "That you do cowboy," as she walks away.

   After we close and clean up, Ell and Karen come to me.

   Ell tells me, "We are taking Karen home."

   I am tired and less than thrilled so I ask, "Where does she live?"

   Ell smiles, "98th and Main."

   I complain, "That's the other way."

   Ell blushes, "She is coming to our home."

   I finally catch on, a bit slow today I guess, "Oh, ok."

   This isn't unusual, Ell brings home strays every few days for the night.
Usually, they drive themselves.  We go home.  I am tired, I go to my room,
take a shower, put my boxers on, and go to bed.  Ell and Karen are having
fun, it will be a long night for them.

   A few hours later I wake up as I hear them at my doorway.  They have the
door open and they are staring at me and whispering at each other.  I feel
like a monkey in a cage.

   I am annoyed and yes, I whine, "What do you want?" I am tired you know.

   That spooked them, they both jump.

   Ell giggles softly, "Karen has been having nightmares since the other
night.  She wanted to know how I beat mine.  I told her."

   I whine louder this time, "Let me sleep, go away."

   Ell climbs in my bed behind me.  She uses her finger and points in front
of me.  Karen is wearing just panties and they are wet.  They are sweaty
from their "work out." The air conditioning made her chilly, her nipples
are hard.  She is shaking a bit.  I lift my arm and she crawls up in front
of me.  Ell takes my arm and places it around Karen with my hand palming
her magnificent breasts.  She never says a word.  We fall asleep almost
immediately.

   +++++

   It's still dark out and Karen is moving in my arms, mumbling, pushing
something away, a nightmare.  No kidding, they were telling the truth.  I
had hoped she was interested.  Swell, just my luck.

   I whisper in her ear, "It's ok, Mike is here, you are safe, nobody will
hurt you."

   She settles down and I easily go back to bed.

   +++++

   The next morning my eyes aren't open yet, I smell bacon cooking. 
Someone is in my arms still.  I open my eyes and Karen sits up.

   Karen is full of energy, "I slept wonderfully last night.  Ell is right,
you are magic."

   She stands up, rips off the blanket and sheet from the bed.  Before I
can object she is between my legs pulling my morning wood out.

   I object, "Hey wait."

   Karen explains happily, "Ell said I had to blow you as a tip for the
good night's sleep."

   No, no, no, I am on the verge of furious, but I try to sound calm,
"Karen, you don't have to do that, I don't charge for helping people out.
Besides, I doubt you would like it.  I am not exactly on your preferred
menu."

   Karen is amazed, "So you don't mind if I don't blow you?"

   I happily smile, "Not at all.  Just holding you last night was special
enough.  Go have breakfast, I bet Ell is looking for you."

   Karen is confused, "Wait a minute.  You have a hot woman in your bed and
you are turning down a blowjob?"

   I grunt and then explain in a frustrated voice, "I don't have sex just
to have sex.  I can get all I want with this body.  It's got to be someone
that wants me, and I want them.  I know, it's weird.  Let me try to
explain. There are two women in front of you.  One is super-hot but
couldn't care less about you.  The other is plain, ordinary, a bit older,
maybe has a few extra pounds on her but she lusts after you.  Who do you
want to eat your pussy?  The one that looks great or the one that will rock
your world?"

   Less frustrated, now teaching, "If your heart isn't into it, I would
rather pass and wait for the one that will rock my world."

   She looks stunned and deep in thought.  She gets up and walks out of my
room.  I hear her taking a shower in Ell's room.  I grab the blanket, roll
on to my side, and go back to bed.  My life is weird.

   +++++

   I wake up by having my blanked ripped off me, again.  Dammit, can't a
guy get any sleep?  Karen is standing naked at the side of my bed.

   She yells at me, "Roll over!"

   What the hell?  I roll over.  Karen jumps in bed, she is still wet, she
never dried off.

   Karen explains, "For ten minutes I stood in the shower thinking about
what you said.  I remember Ell saying you liked me.  I really want to know
what it's like to have a real man take me.  I am a man virgin and I want
you more than you could ever imagine.  Can you handle a gorgeous woman and
one that wants you to rock her world?"

   Now I smile and order her, "On your hands and knees!"

   Instantly she springs up on to her hands and knees.  I go and get a
condom, she shakes her head no.

   I explain, "No way you are on the pill."

   Laughing, Karen explains, "Actually I am, not to stop pregnancy, for
other reasons, but now I am glad I am on the pill.  I never would have
expected the need."

   I get behind her and slowly push my large rod into her tight hole.  She
obviously doesn't use the huge dildos.

   Karen happily screams, "OH MY GOD!!  IT'S FUCKING HUGE!!  YOU ARE
SPLITTING ME OPEN!!  Go slow!"

   I am sliding in very slowly, I really want her to enjoy this.

   Karen admits, "Last night when we were dancing I had such a high.  I
have never had such a good partner.  I was getting turned on.  When you
threw me in the air and spun me around at the same time, I orgasmed.  Had
you not caught me I would have fallen straight down to my knees or ass.  I
was stiff from my orgasm.  That has never happened to me before.  That was
good.  This is incredible."

   Karen is enthusiastic, "Your cock is so much bigger and better than any
dildo.  It flexes better, normally they don't bend so it doesn't fit
perfect.  You are like a slice of heaven.  You conform exactly to my needs
and desires."

   I announce, "I'm almost all the way in.  I will hold for a minute to
allow you to adjust and enjoy.  Then I will show you something special."

   Karen screams, "It gets better?"

   I laugh, "Oh yes, much better.  All in.  Enjoy."

   Karen enjoys the moment, "Nothing can be better."

   Ell is now in my doorway, dressed and watching us.

   Ell warns her, "Karen, you haven't seen anything yet."

   I slowly pull out.

   Karen shouts, "Oh fuck me!"

   I push in.

   Karen continues, "OH MY, OH MY, OH MY, fuck that's good."

   I pull out and then push back in.  She moans.  I start a slow rhythm,
pumping like a piston.  I want her to enjoy this so much that she comes
back.  I don't rush this.  Unexpectedly, she orgasms.  I never stop,
although I slow down as she is squeezing me with her muscles.

   Her eyes look glossed over for a moment and then she regains her
awareness.

   Karen is quite calm, "Is there anything about you that isn't perfect? 
Why aren't you married yet?"

   I don't like this line of questioning, I increase the speed a bit.  She
is alternating between groaning, moaning, and grunting, it's weird.

   Ell is nice enough to answer Karen for me, "He is shy around pretty
women, he would never ask someone as beautiful as you out."

   I am getting close but as she just orgasmed, I slow down.

   Karen looks confused, "Hey wait, what's wrong, that was awesome."

   I smile, "I was too close, I didn't want to leave you hanging, I slowed
down, so you can catch up now."

   I use my hands to gently tweak her nipples.  She shudders.

   Ell is happy for us, "Time to speed up Romeo."

   I quicken the pace.  I am slamming into her pretty good.  Karen is
loving this.  She is breathing harder now.  It's kind of a grunt, it's
cute. I am holding hard, I can go anytime I want.

   I say, "Karen, I bet your breasts are slapping you as they swing. 
Imagine Ell under you playing with these sweet melons.  She latches on to
your nipple."

   I squeeze a nipple hard as I say that.  She freezes, her pussy clamps
down on me.  I release and shoot several ropes of cum into her pussy.  I
slow the piston almost to a stop as we both enjoy the moment.  She slowly
falls to her haunches and then rolls over.  She is exhausted.

   I ask Karen in a soft voice, "Which do you think I enjoyed more, making
love to a beautiful woman or getting a blowjob from a beautiful woman that
would rather take a shower?"

   I hold her tight in my arms.  Ell gets onto the bed, between Karen's
legs, and starts lapping up our combined fluids.  Soon she is eagerly
slurping.

   Excitedly Ell exclaims, "Oh my, you two taste awesome."

   She looks at my deflated cock and Karen says, "Don't you dare take that
cock, it's mine."

   She slowly gets up, reaches over, sucks my cock, and licks me clean.

   Karen looks at Ell, "Ell, you are right, we are awesome.  I could sell
this.  Yummy."

   Karen looks at me lovingly, "You are awesome.  You were my first man and
I can't imagine anyone else ever being better.  I understand what you said
now and I see your point.  Desire and lust make all the difference.  It is
an emotional connection, not just a physical one."

   Ell is bored, "OK you two, go shower but no hanky-panky, eggs will be
ready in five minutes."

   I get up and easily lift Karen in my arms.  I want to shower together.
Her feet never touch the floor, she wraps herself around me and we make out
in the shower.

   Ell yells up, "Eggs done, get your asses down here!"

   I go down in boxers, Karen takes a pair of my boxers and a jersey of
mine.  She looks so cute.  Ell made a wonderful breakfast, we are all in a
great mood.

   Eventually, Ell sadly asks us, "Did I just lose a girlfriend?"

   Karen looks conflicted, "Ell, we had a hell of a night.  You are as good
as everyone says you are and quite possibly the only woman at the bar
better looking than me.  Your brother and I had fun.  A hell of a lot of
fun.  If this was a story, I would say he fucked me straight, I want to
marry him and run off leaving you here.  I am an emotional mess right now.
My whole life I loved women."

   Karen continues, more confident now, "But this morning he made me see
life differently.  I felt some new things inside me as well, both
emotionally and physically if you know what I mean.  Sorry, just rambling
here.  I really don't know how to answer you.  I loved just sleeping with
him holding me.  No woman ever did that to me.  His strength and roughness
contrast your softness and tenderness.  I hope you don't make me pick
between you two."

   Karen continues after a deep breath, "Right now, I can't choose, I think
I love you both.  I would never have imagined saying that to either of you.
For a sister to love her brother so much that she shares her girlfriend
with him is too amazing."

   She sits thinking, she is putting together a puzzle in her mind.

   She puts her hands over her mouth, "Ell, did you?  Do you?  Are you? 
Have you? ...  With him? ...  You have?  It all fits.  Oh my God Ell!"

   Without blinking an eye, Ell looks Karen dead in the eyes, "You have
known him for a few weeks since you started working and spent one night
near him.  Imagine growing up with him, working with him for several
months, and living with him.  How long could you resist?  Look at him and
tell me you wouldn't do the same thing if you're in my place."

   Karen spat out, "I could never..."

   Ell cut her off and repeated, "Look at him, look in his eyes, then tell
me that."

   Karen looks at me, she stares into my eyes, it's like I can feel her
snuggling up with me in bed again.

   Ell confidently says, "Now tell me you can resist him.  Tell me!"

   Karen diverts her eyes.  She stands up, walks to Ell, and wraps her arms
around her.

   Karen has tears but refuses to cry, "I am sorry.  Your secret is safe
with me, no soul will ever hear about you two from my lips."

   Ell breaks the mood, "Your breasts are amazing."

   She rubs a hand on them.

   Karen shyly says, "They say three is a crowd.  Is it possible that with
the right three it's perfect?"

   Ell replies, "Well so far it has been 1 on 1, then three in a bed, then
1 on 1 with 1 watching.  We haven't tried three together ...  yet."

   Chapter 4 - Leftovers

   After breakfast, we all have classes.  I drive them back to the bar,
Karen gets her car, then we're off to school and go our own directions.  In
a typical story, I would be on a high all day and unable to concentrate. 
That just isn't the case.  I try to forget about last night.  Ell looked
distraught at the thought of losing Karen.  Do I want that?  Already, one
outsider knows about us, how long until it's more?  If they play and then I
got the leftovers, I could live with that.  Yes, that could work.

   At work, it was a mirror of the night before.  The bar has a large wood
dance floor with nice lighting to highlight the dancers.  It's the
highlight of the bar because of the intricate woodwork.  There are patterns
in the wood and the name of the bar.  Like every other day I work, I hide
from everyone in a dark corner, it's what I do.

   However, Karen wants to dance for her break, and wants me for a partner.
We again put on a show.  This time no warm up or testing, and it felt more
natural.  She didn't push or lead me, it just happened.  Again, we ended
with a toss and catch.  This time I hear her orgasm and see that it isn't
sweat running down her legs.

   Other guys and girls tried to get me to dance, but grumpy Mike is back.
I am embarrassed at the attention.  Time to hang out in the kitchen for a
bit.  Later, I slide back into the bar, hugging the shadows.  Again a few
drunks want to fight but are easily convinced it is not a promising idea.

   When it's time to go home, again Karen is there with Ell and I take us
all home.  I have homework so I go study while they go play.  I finish,
take a shower, put on boxers and go to bed.  Well, I try to go to bed. 
There is a knock at my door, Ell walks in.

   Blushing, she asks, "There is room in my bed if you want to come
hang-out with us."

   I ask my sister a serious question, "Ell, what do you think of Karen?"

   She lights up with a smile, "She is amazing.  Cute, smart, but very
thoughtful and smart as well.  Not shallow like many good-looking women.  I
really dig her.  Why?"

   I am blunt, "How can involving me possibly help your relationship?"

   Ell doesn't listen to me, "Oh come on Mike, it will be fun."

   I pretend to yawn, "I had a long day, I am tired, I will skip tonight,
go have fun.  Turn off the lights please."

   Ell looks disappointed but turns off the lights and goes back to her
room.  I fall asleep.  The next morning, I hear the shower running and
Karen wakes me up.

   Karen is excited but blushing, "Ell is in the shower, we have some time
if you want?"

   I politely tell her, "I think it's better if we don't."

   She looks at me like I punched her.  I realize at that moment that she
likes me and that I could take her from Ell.  No way I can do that.  She
has endured enough pain from men, I won't hurt her.  It's best if I stay
away from Karen.  Karen gets up from the bed as I do.  There is hope in her
eyes.  I leave her to go take a shower.  She has tears and goes back to
Ell's room.

   I take a quick shower and get some clothes on.  They are both waiting
for me in the kitchen.  They both look mad at me.  I want no part of this.
Nothing good will come of this.  I will say stuff I don't want to say, at
least not now.

   I leave the keys on the counter and then as I am quickly walking out of
the house I say, "I have to go in early today, I'm leaving the keys for you
two.  Have a nice day."

   I leave with Ell yelling at me.  This is going to be awkward.  It looks
like I really screwed things up.  She is livid, and I can't imagine Karen
is any better.  She had smoke coming from her ears.  I go to school and it
shouldn't have bothered me, it did.  I am an emotional mess.  After school,
I go to work and talk to my boss.

   She has a nice office, not messy, minimal furniture, and a ton of papers
stacked neatly on her desk.  She looks frantic.

   I tell her, "I need a few days off."

   She never even looks at me, "Sorry, we are very busy, and I need your
help."

   I plead, "I am having a rough go with a woman, I need some time to
straighten out my head.  Please?"

   She looks up, "Sorry Mike, I feel for you, I do, but I just can't let
you have any time off now," she goes back to the papers.

   I don't need this, my life is already a mess, so timidly I say, "Ok, I
understand.  I thank you for your understanding.  I quit, effective
immediately."

   She doesn't seem to comprehend my statement, she just sits there and
watches me walk out of her office and close the door.  Her mouth is open
and there is zero expression on her face.  I look around one last time and
then leave.  This was an important part of my life.  I enjoyed my time
here. Now I will never set foot in the place again.

   What does a guy like me do to clear his head, I lift weights.  The gym
is small compared to most.  They have all the necessary equipment and free
weights but no pool or special rooms for classes.  Just a single unused
area and that is small.

   I go to the gym and do a full heavy workout.  I do too much, I am sore
and worn out.  All the women in the place are watching me discretely. 
Damn, I can't even hide here.  There is an area off by itself with no
equipment.  It's where I teach self-defense classes for women.  I do the
one thing I know will help, I do my katas.  Katas are a series of moves
that are practiced often to ingrain the muscle memory needed for martial
arts training.

   I can do them so easily that I can meditate as my body goes through the
motions.  I get to reflect on my thoughts and how I got to where I am.  I
like my sister.  I like Karen.  I like my sister more than Karen.  I don't
want to take Karen from my sister.  Is it more than "like" that I feel for
Karen and my sister?  I think so, I think that is why I hurt so much.  I
think that is causing my pain.  I am also thinking I am childish for the
way I treated Karen and Ell.  I should have talked to them and explained my
thinking.  I was a coward and ran away.  I am sulking now.

   I probably should have checked my phone today.  I probably should have
checked in.  I probably should not have quit my job today.  Why was I being
so irrational and emotional today?  Why did I run from them?  Another voice
in my head says, "You know why.  You love them both dummy." Do I want to be
the "and one", the leftovers for when they finish?  Maybe it's time I go
home for a few days and talk to mom.  I can't talk to her about Ell though.
Argggggg!

   I realize I have nobody in my life but Ell, and I might have just
screwed that up.  I stop and about twenty women are standing around and
they start to clap for my show.  I turn beet red.  The owner Paul walks up,
and makes the women go away.

   He is your typical gym owner, huge.  No other way to describe him.  He
has muscles I didn't even know existed.  He has been very nice to me and we
get along great.  It was his idea to offer the classes.  I love teaching.

   Paul walks up to me and says, "Mike, go home."

   I weakly smile, "Paul, that's where my problems are."

   Apparently, he is wise as well, "You can't solve a problem at home by
being at the gym.  Go home, they are waiting for you.  They are at home,
freaking out.  They called here.  I told them I am sending you home.  Don't
make a liar out of me.  Go."

   I smile, "Thanks Paul, I owe you one."

   I walk home.  I left Ell with the keys and the car, it takes a while to
walk the two and a half miles from the gym to our apartment.  It's dark
when I get home.  I walk up the four stairs and let myself in.  As I turn
around Ell is running at me, and WHACK!  I have a perfect impression of her
fist on my face.  I fall back against the door and then down to the floor
stunned.

   Running at me I half expected.  A kiss and or a scream were also
possibilities.  Being hit by a fist, no, that was not in the top ten of
things I would have expected when I walked through the door.  Even worse, I
didn't defend myself.  I let her do it.

   I roll into a fetal position and use my hands to protect my face.  I am
being kicked in the ribs and head, then punches to my body and shoulders. I
hear crying and I am not sure if it is me or them.  I think two people are
beating me up.  I am bleeding and sore but probably better to let them get
it out of their system than fight.  What would I do against two women, hit
them?

   They are both yelling at me.  However, they yell at the same time and I
am in shock so I can't understand anything.  How long have I been down
here? I think they are yelling at each other, so I try to sit up.  I can't
catch my breath.

   Very weakly I say, "help."

   They stop yelling and immediately they are on me trying to help me up.
The door-bell rings, they answer it.  It's the cops.  The neighbors called
them.  I hear the police call for an ambulance on their radio.  I don't
want it, they leave me no choice.  The girls are cuffed and taken to
separate cars.

   I thought about having them call dad but maybe some time to cool down is
in order, I say nothing.  The girls have admitted to beating me up.  They
will go to the station where they will be questioned, they will get
arrested, and they will get thrown in the pen while they question me.  That
is going to be a while, I don't feel like talking as that hurts.  I have a
bloody nose and a black eye to go with sore ribs.

   At the local hospital, an officer came to see me after several hours. 
He woke me up from sleeping.  That isn't normal.  I have been in the ER for
several hours.  I wasn't in a life threatening or serious condition, I am
low priority.  They could have just given me a pain pill and sent me on my
way.  It's not how they do things.  They are worried about the ribs.  I
don't need an x-ray to tell me they aren't broken.

   Before the officer can say anything, I say, "I am on meds so anything I
say, or sign, can't be used.  I pissed off my sister and girlfriend.  I
didn't deserve this, but they are not to blame.  You will never get me to
sign anything against them.  They have been in the pen long enough.  In my
wallet is my dad's card.  I'm sure you have seen the name already, it's
your boss, my dad.  Call him and get my girls out of jail now."

   The officer leaves and my dad, Ell, and Karen come walking in.  That is
a bit of a surprise.  I guess dad got them out already.  How did he find
out?  Heh, I guess if the police chief's daughter gets arrested, yeah, I
might call him.

   I inquire while still stunned, "Ell call you?"

   Dad laughs, "No, Karen did.  She told me the whole story downtown.  I
just needed to get confirmation from you.  I made Billy pull that
information from you.  He is a good kid and discrete.  I know I didn't get
the complete story, but I have been around a while and I think I can piece
the rest together.  We are not going to talk here and your mother is not
going to get the whole story.  How are you?"

   I has been a long day, I was sore before I got beat up, I am worse now,
and I am on painkillers.  Ok, it was only Tylenol.  Still, it was a pain
killer.  What else would a guy do?  I fall asleep rather than answer dad's
questions.  I really didn't feel like discussing it anyways.

   +++++

   I wake up in my own bed.  This is the last place I expected to be.  I
don't remember leaving the ER at all.  Three chairs are lined up next to my
bed.  My bedroom isn't that big, the chairs are spaced tight together.  All
three, look uncomfortable.  Dad, Ell, and Karen are sitting and talking. 
Karen is telling dad about the bar and our dancing.

   I stay quiet.  Right now, it's the best thing I can do.  She tells him
about her first time with me and the story I told her about the two women.
They get around to Ell talking about this morning.  I still don't say
anything, dad knows all the right questions to ask and draws the whole
story out.  He is doing better than I would, staying silent is the best
play.

   Dad smiles at me knowingly then says, "Ok, he seems to be awake finally.
Ell and Karen, here is my credit card.  Go buy ingredients for chocolate
shakes and chicken salad sandwiches.  We will eat when you get back."

   Ell tries to explain, "But daddy, we aren't ..."

   Dad is annoyed and snaps, "GO!" They both leave to go shopping.  They
are both unhappy.

   He helps me get up, use the washroom, and take a shower.  He then helps
me put on a t-shirt and shorts before getting back in bed.

   Dad smiles at me, "A few days and you will be physically all better. 
You're a good strong kid, you heal fast, you will survive.  It's your mind
I am worried about.  It's obvious that you don't realize that they both
love you and will do anything for you." Dramatic pause.  "Including beating
the shit out of you.  Your methods of getting a girlfriend are ... 
lacking."

   He did have the decency to laugh at that.

   Dad loses the smile but continues, "I know how Ell feels about you and
the way you protect her, I can live with you two ...  being together.  She
is safe with you and that is my #1 priority.  That's why we got both of you
this place.  They are both heads over heels over you.  Them I get.  It's
you that has me worried.  Did you turn down a blowjob from that beautiful
girl?  No way I could.  I like your story though.  That broke through her
barriers, love is strong, and she opened to you.  So why turn it away?  Why
toss her aside?  And I think you like her a lot as well."

   I have tears in my eyes as I explain, "How could I take her from Ell?  I
know the connection we have.  She is amazing, almost everything I could
ever want, she is perfect for me.  I have been looking for someone better
than Ell.  After all, she is the woman I know best.  I don't know if Karen
is better, but they are damn close.

   "Karen is too good for the likes of me.  She will eventually leave me. I
will be heart-broken but I will understand.  I will get by because I love
her.  Ell and I have had 18 years together.  There is no way I am going to
take her girlfriend and let another man disappoint her.  That just can't
happen.  She deserves to be happy in her life after so much pain and
suffering.  Did you know she still suffers from nightmares?"

   Dad looks surprised, "No.  I had no idea.  I need to get her into
counseling again."

   I smile, "I fixed the problem.  After the shooting she came to me and
slept in my bed.  She was in bad shape.  You know I can't resist those
puppy dog eyes."

   Dad smiles, "Yeah, she could talk me into anything when she gives me
that look.  She is so adorable."

   I continue, "She climbed in bed and during the night she was sweating
and screaming no, no, no.  I soothed her with words and she has slept well
since then."

   Now almost crying, "We were never close because we have always been
attracted to each other and knew it was wrong.  I almost died the night she
was raped.  I vowed to protect her from then on.  That's why I became a
black belt in three different forms of martial arts."

   Looking dad in the eyes, "I hope you understand.  As much as I love
Karen, and no matter how much it will hurt, I can't hurt Ell.  I love Ell.
I can't take Karen from Ell, she loves her too much.  When I found out how
strong her feelings are for Karen, I decided I can't have Karen.  That way
Ell can be happy.  Dad, it's what I had to do.  You understand right?

   Dad has a tear in his eye, "I do.  I'll be right back."

   At the time, I had no idea what my dad did.  It was only later that I
found out that he had recorded our entire conversation on his cell phone
and then sent it to each of the girls.  He then calls them and instructs
them not to listen until they get home and are in the driveway.  He made
them promise.  Meanwhile, I have drifted off to sleep.  Nobody around, it
was quiet, why not?

   Later, when dad hears the girls get home, he knew it would only be a few
minutes before they came running in the house.  He knew the effect my words
would have on them.  He wakes me up and we talk about this year's football
team.  We hear the front door open but never close.  Dad gets up like he is
afraid for his life.

   I lightheartedly ask, "Dad, what did you do?" I now realize he is up to
no good.  He moved out of fear, yet he has a smile on his face.  Oh shit, I
am in trouble.

   My door bursts open, Ell and Karen are standing in the door with
bloodshot eyes, they are balling their eyes out.  Keep in mind, I have no
idea that my dad sent them my recording of me telling my dad how much I
love them both and how I sacrificed my happiness so they could be happy.  I
am in shock, why are they crying?  I don't understand what I have done. 
They are both hugging me and kissing me.

   I finally ask, "Please stop, you're hurting me."

   They are crying, asking for forgiveness, crying, apologizing, and more
crying.  They are talking over each other so I am only catching bits and
pieces.

   Dad once again saves me, "Karen and Ell, shut up!"

   That startles them.  They didn't even notice he was still in the room.

   He then uses his deep dad commanding voice, "You beat the crap out of
him last night, now you come in here crying and apologizing.  He doesn't
know I sent you the recording.  He is completely clueless and on
painkillers.  You better go slow and ONLY one at a time."

   Ell sits up, composes herself, looks at me and now understands what dad
is saying.  She at least understands what's going on, I sure don't.  Ell
goes on to tell the story of what dad did and what I had said.  Meanwhile,
Karen stands up, she has already pieced this together, and she gives dad a
big kiss and a hug.  Now dad is happy.

   Karen is still crying while she says, "Thank You."

   She holds on to my now very happy dad, hugging him while she cries.  Dad
holds her tight, I would too if I were him.  Ok, now I get what my dad did.
I get it.  Damn, that was a pretty cool thing to do.

   One piece still eludes me, "I still don't understand why I got beat up
last night."

   Dad smiles, "Karen, how about you explain this to him.  He hasn't a
clue, I can't believe this is my son."

   She is more than willing to explain, "Do you have any idea how mad we
were when you avoided us.  We thought you were ashamed of being with us or
that you were too good for us.  We stewed and got mad all day long thinking
about it.  Then you don't show up to work which NEVER happens.  You are
always there to protect Ell.  Then we find out you quit.  We got scared. 
We had no idea where to even look for you.  You are always there for her."

   Now Ell takes over, "I called mom and she had not heard from you.  You
didn't answer your phone.  Now I am freaking out.  I am very worried.  I
was thinking about our conversations and it occurred to me you left Karen
so we could be together.  How far would you go to let us be together?  Let
me tell you, when a woman gets worried, we come up with all kinds of
horrible endings."

   This is like tag team wrestling, Karen's turn, "Finally we thought about
the gym and they said you would be home soon.  It took you over thirty
minutes to get home.  We thought you were playing us.  Dad pointed out that
we had the car.  He asked us how long it have taken us to walk home.

   "Of course, that didn't occur to us.  We just thought you were being
mean to us.  For half an hour, we got madder and madder at you.  Finally,
when you walked through that door, we took out every ounce of aggression we
had on you."

   Karen blushes now, "They arrested us because we admitted to beating you
up.  It didn't matter to them that you deserved it, or at least in our
minds you did.  I told them who you two were and asked for your dad's
number, they gave it to me.  He got us out of jail and then questioned us
separately.  We get to the hospital and he instructs the officer to check
out our story.  You were perfect and know most of the rest."

   Dad caught that, he questions her, "Most?  Am I missing something?"

   Karen giggles, "Most.  YOU understand perfectly well.  It's dumb shit
here that doesn't realize the signs of two women in love with him.  He
doesn't deem himself worthy of two wonderful women like us even though he
is.  Like it or not, we are both in love with him and will do ANYTHING it
takes to make it work.  Even if we must beat him up again."

   My turn to speak, "Oh no, I assure you, that won't be necessary."

   As an afterthought, Ell asks me, "One last thing, please call our boss."

   Wasn't she listening, I had enough of that place, slightly angered, "I
quit, I have no boss."

   Ell smiles cutely, "You might want to answer your phone occasionally.  I
had to turn my phone off because I was getting so many calls from the staff
and our boss.  They all want you back.  She didn't understand what you were
going through and now she feels horrible for not being a bit more
understanding."

   Not to be outdone, Karen adds, "Your actions the other night made a lot
of people feel really safe.  They are too scared to be there unless you
are." She looks at dad.  "Maybe a uniformed officer on site would help
until he is better?  Could you do that?"

   Dad thinks then agrees, "Due to the shootings I could have someone for a
few days.  I can take care of school as well.  I am sure they won't give
you any troubles."

   I am tired and sleepy, "Ok, I understand better now, and I promise to
handle the situation better.  I really could use something to eat and then
my last pain pill."

   I ate the milkshake, chicken salad sandwich, some chips, and a pain
pill, and then easily fall asleep while they are still talking.  Dad took
off, mom is worried because Ell called, so he gets to deal with that and
his normal work.  Ell, being my sister, was given my homework from school.
Karen took care of our boss and did some grocery shopping as three of us
will be staying for a while.

   Chapter 5 -- Experimenting

   I wake up in bed on my side.  Karen is naked in bed and my arm is around
her.  It sure is wonderful waking up to a warm sexy woman in your arms. 
She isn't asleep, she is facing me, her breasts are on my chest which is
also quite a nice feeling.  She leans over and kisses me.

   Karen is looking deep into my eyes, "I am never letting you go."

   I explain, "I need to pee and take a shower.  I smell and I need
something to eat.  I think it's time I start walking a bit, it will help me
loosen up."

   Karen looks at me seductively, "I can do better than that.  Lay flat on
your stomach.  I will be right back."

   Karen comes back, her purse is more like a piece of luggage.  She pulls
out a bottle.  Apparently, she does massages for her lady friends.

   She whispers in my ear, "You will be my first man, yet again.  They
teach us in massage that with big men I need to apply more pressure, if I
go too easy, you can't feel it.  You have a ton of muscle where my friends
usually have very little.  This will be a challenge."

   She finds it easier because she can use her strong hands, typically she
holds back.  The massage is great, I feel a thousand times better.  She is
sniffling due to all the black and blue bruises from the kicking they gave
me.  Yet, she is also horny.  Everywhere she sits, on my ass, on my legs,
she leaves me soaked with her lubricant.  She is a mini dynamo of heat. 
She rubbed me good and I feel fantastic.

   I flip over.  She starts up high on my shoulders, arms, and torso.

   Karen moans, "Since the day I saw you shirtless, I have dreamt of this
moment.  Women are lean and soft.  You have pronounced muscles most people
don't even know they have.  You are like the perfect anatomy lesson,
everything is clearly visible."

   She then turns around and starts on my feet.  Never seen someone turn
around, they usually start at the end of the bed.  As she works her way up
my legs it dawns on me that she ends her massage in a 69.  That's a great
way to start sex with your partner which is the way she does the massage
with her girlfriends.  I begin to wonder how she will react to this
situation.  Has she accepted doing blowjobs?  Will she swallow?  It's also
possible there will be no 'happy ending'.  With all these thoughts, my
steel cannon wakes up.

   Karen giggles at my member, "You are making this much HARDER than it
needs to be."

   She is on my shins, her pussy is open, I can see liquid running down her
legs and on to me.  It's asking me to finger her, I do.  I insert a single
finger all the way in.

   Karen lets out a shriek, "Hey, I am not done yet."

   I continue fingering her.  She slows down, it's hard to concentrate on
the massage while being aroused.  I add a second finger, split my fingers
into a V and start touching everything I can reach.  She is moaning now and
all but stops the massage.

   She finally collapses on me due to her orgasm.  I can't see the
happiness on her face, but I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and
can see her tiny spasms.  It is an awesome sight.  When she recovers, she
gives up on the massage, large parts of my legs have no oil.  She turns
around to deny me a 69 and starts sucking my cock.  This is her first, she
is hesitant.

   I offer some help, "You have a mouth, tongue, and two hands.  I have a
mushroom head, sensitive area under the mushroom, a long shaft, and two
tender balls wrapped up in a sack.  Advanced cock suckers can deep throat
while others take as much as they can.  It takes a lot of practice to deep
throat, so don't expect you will be doing it your first time.

   "Most first-timers spit it out or wear it on their tits or face. 
Advanced suckers swallow, and the pros take it down the throat.  I will
never force you to do anything you don't want to, and I never want you to
do anything you don't want to do.  Never do this because you think I expect
it of you.  If you still want to, I am your canvas."

   Karen is in lust, "I appreciate your concerns, but I never had a chance
to do this before.  I don't know if I like it or not, so I want to try and
see what it's like."

   She licks my mushroom.  It is leaking precum, she smiles.  She takes me
about three inches down.  She is slow and deliberate like she is trying to
decide if she likes it or not.  I sure do.

   I am confident in my voice and commanded her, "Look at me," she does.

   She can see me smile.

   I explain with a smile, "That feels so good."

   She goes a bit further.  She now brings the tongue into play as she
pulls back a bit.  She starts whipping the tongue around my head.  She uses
her hand to grab the shaft to keep it still.  She stops the tongue, it is
along the bottom of my cock.  She sucks in creating a vacuum in her mouth
and pulls off my cock and then pushes back in.

   I am positive my face is contorting in a most pleasurable way.  This
isn't the best I ever had, but it certainly isn't even close to the worst.
This girl has skills.  A little more practice will make her perfect.

   Not every part of my cock is getting attention, but it's a marvelous
feeling, one I never tire of.  For a first timer, she is doing an amazing
job.  I am breathing hard; the sensation is amazing.  I won't be able to
hold on forever.

   I warn her, "Karen ...  soon ...  must decide ...  mouth ...  tits ...
or face."

   Ell is standing in the door, her pants down, fingers in her pussy.  I
heard the sloshing sounds before I saw her.

   She suggests, "Mouth!  You will love his salty taste!"

   I am almost screaming, "OH MY GOD YOU ARE GOOD, almost there!  Look at
me!"

   She looks up with those huge eyes of hers.  Two bobs up and down and I
explode.  This is a massive cum shot.  She is overflowing, she can't
swallow fast enough.  It's running down her mouth and onto her glorious
tits.

   After she sucks the last of the cum out of me, she leans back, swallows
as much as she can, and starts to tear up.

   Ell is shocked and reassures Karen, "Karen, you have nothing to be
ashamed of.  Not even a porn star is swallowing that load.  You had him so
hot he was like a volcano when he erupted, you nearly got everything.  You
should be proud of yourself.  Do you need to spit it out?"

   Karen is grinning, "Hell no.  I earned this load, I want to enjoy it. 
You were right, it's a bit salty but I love it.  The best part though. 
That part that made me orgasm myself, was the look on his face as he
erupted.  I am so glad you made me look up."

   I knowingly ask with a smirk on my face, "So Karen, is that any
different than the blowjob I would have received yesterday?"

   Karen screams, "Oh God yes!  Yesterday would have been a mechanical act
to please you.  Today is something I wanted for US.  I wanted this as much
as you did.  As much as you enjoyed it, I found it awesome to know I can
please you like that.  I know that when you cum, it's the panicle of your
love for me.  To know I have two ways to get you off, it's amazing.  We
will do this a lot more."

   Ell comes over and cleans all the cum off Karen's chest.  I have never
cum like that before, easily double my typical large load.  She is happy
with herself.

   Ell announces, "Dinner is just about ready.  Go shower and then come
eat. I made Mikes favorite, lasagna, breadsticks, and a salad."

   Karen and I take a shower together.  I am quick, so we don't do much. 
In my room, as I am drying off, I see the bruises on my back.  They are
ugly, I really pissed them off.  However, with a little more sex I can
forgive them.

   We have a nice dinner, talk about the bar, school, and the fun stuff. 
We ignore our relationship.  That will come.  After dinner, we sit on the
couch and binge watch a new show on Netflix.  Ell is on my right, curled up
under my arm.  Her legs underneath her body so she is a tiny ball that
leans against me.

   Karen lets her long legs lay out on the couch, she is also under an arm
on the opposite side.  I guess with all the stress and tension gone, they
are relaxed, enough to fall asleep in my arms.

   About 10:00 P.M., I wake the girls up.

   I announce, "Bedtime.  How are ..."

   Karen places a finger across my mouth to shut me up.

   Ell is shy which is unusual, "We have had a lot of time to think about
now and the future.  Work, careers, school, our parents, and sharing.  We
have limited experience with men and none with three people, so we have
decided to experiment a bit.

   "We don't know exactly what we will like, and I doubt you do either. 
But neither of us can imagine a life without you in it.  You are going to
be our big lab rat.  We are going to try things and you are going to tell
us what you think."

   I am led upstairs where the two of them strip me in my bedroom.  Ell
efficiently removes Karen's clothes.  It is quite the show.  Karen strips
Ell of her clothes in a sexy dance routine.  Ell and I get on the bed while
Karen is at the foot of the bed.  I am pushed down and Ell straddles my
body.  She kisses me for a long time.  She is warming me up for something.

   I gently caress her breasts and nipples with my fingers.  Our tongues
duel lovingly, caressing each other.  Ell moves up the bed and drops her
snatch just in front of my tongue.  I can still reach her breasts.  With a
pussy in my face, I know exactly what I need to do.

   I quickly start my teasing and playing which makes Ell shudder and get
goose pimples.  I feel movement on the bed and Karen locks her lips on my
cock.  She isn't in for a marathon, she is slow and deliberate.  I change
speeds on Ell and start lapping and moving quickly.  I scratch her inner
thigh with my chin stubble.

   Karen stops socking my cock.  I feel her moving up the bed.  I can feel
her hands around Ell's rear end.  She is spreading her cheeks.  I can hear
her licking, probably a rim job.  Ell is fighting her orgasm hard, she
wants to enjoy this.

   That's a losing battle, Karen has a wicked tongue and I rub her clit
hard.  Ell sits motionless, frozen, enjoying her orgasm that she can't
prevent.  Karen moves back to the end of the bed.  When Ell remembers where
she is, she gives me a good strong kiss.  Not the gentle passionate kisses
I have been getting, this one is pure lust.

   Ell moves down so she can mount me cowgirl style.  She quickly descends
the entire shaft.  She holds for a few once all the way in.  Her smile is
priceless.  Karen moves closer and moves so the back of her hand is against
my cock and then she shot two fingers into Ell.  My cock is pointing
forward and her two fingers are pointing backward towards Karen.  It means
that my cock easily slides up and down Ell's pussy but as I drag Karen's
hand up and down, it also rubs my cock.

   That isn't enough for Karen, she is moving her fingers around and trying
to get her thumb up Ell's ass.  That proves difficult as Ell is bouncing on
my cock, so Karen must move her arm a lot.  It seems that isn't so easy for
Karen to do, so she pulls out and starts to massage my nuts.  That didn't
work either because as Ell came down Karen's hand is in the way and
smashing my nuts.  That isn't cool.

   Karen moves close to Ell and puts her arms around her, so she can play
with her breasts.  That is much better, no pain for me and Ell loves to
have someone play with her breasts and nipples.  It's cool to see two hands
come from behind and start playing with a set of spectacular breasts.  She
is also kissing Ell's back but with the bouncing, it is more like licking,
oh well.

   Between my cock and having her nipples played with, Ell doesn't stand a
chance.  She screams as her orgasm rips through her.  This one is hard. 
She collapses on me and her cunt squeezes me tight.  On the squeeze, I let
go and paint her pussy and womb with a nice fresh coat of white paint.  I
came hard.  Karen is happy, but the effect isn't quite what she needs. 
That is ok, she is next.

   Ell rolls over next to me and Karen quickly moves up to Karen for her
creampie.  Ell is still enjoying her orgasm, so she doesn't help much.  As
Ell regains her faculties, she starts moaning and contracting her inner
muscles to squeeze out the cum for Karen.  Karen is a wild animal sucking
and licking Ell.

   I get up on my knees and over Ell, so she can clean me off.  I am still
a bit sensitive, she must go slow and easy.  That seems to have a much
different effect on me as I start to harden again.  I usually take much
longer to recover but then I don't normally have my naked sister in front
of me receiving oral by the hottest girl in the bar whom she's having sex
with.

   That may be a factor, I think with a smile on my face.  Ell has me hard
enough.  I pull away from Ell and she has a wicked smile on her face as she
is pretty sure what I am up to.  How does she know?  I move around Karen,
finger her twat a bit to verify she is already wet.  She is dripping with
desire.

   I get on my knees, does Karen know what I am going to do?  I use my hand
to guide me in.  I use one smooth push, I am in a few inches before I am
stopped.  Now I need to slow down and inch in.

   Karen stops eating Ell and says, "Oh my, that is fucking incredible!"

   Ell takes that moment to scoot down a bit and Karen put her hands down
on Ell's tits.  Karen is holding her body up, braced on Ell's squishy,
moving tits.  This means that with each tiny thrust she is moving Ell's
breasts that have Karen's weight on them.  That's a new feeling for Ell and
she squeals.

   After I start pumping harder into Karen the hands supported by breasts
doesn't feel so wonderful anymore, so she pushes Kim up and no longer
supports her.  One arm goes to Ell's clit and the other goes to Ell's
nipples.  She alternates squeezing her nipples.

   Both girls are moaning.  It's been about 10 minutes and I am getting
ready to spew again.

   Breathing hard, I ask, "Karen, do you want me to pull out, I am almost
ready?"

   Ell stops her hijinks.  Karen put her hands back down on the bed for
support, and then turns 180 degrees into a 69 position.  My balls are in
her face.  She puts her hand on Karen's clit and starts a slow movement. 
Karen says, "Don't ...  you ...  fucking ...  move."

   Ell looks at me and mouths the words, "Release now." Karen isn't ready
yet but I trust Ell.  I push into Karen and take my climax, depositing
several ropes of cum into Karen's pussy.  She screams with each blast.  I
pull out as Ell is pushing me away and immediately Ell's lips go to Karen's
pussy lips, sucking and licking like her life depends on it.  As you might
guess, Karen can't take that, she has a massive orgasm.

   Karen screams, wobbles, falls to her haunches, and squirts Ell in the
face.  Ell rolls her over and continues licking.  I can see the ripples
rolling across her stomach.  It is like hiccups or a dry heave.  She is
unable to say anything coherent, but she tries ...  and fails.

   Her eyes close, she is a rag doll, she is limp.  Ell continues slurping
the cum from Karen's pussy.  Finally, Karen gets out a word we can
understand, "Stop." Ell stops and a few moments later the orgasm stops.  It
seems Ell's stimulation extended the orgasm, it didn't stop and got to be
too intense.

   She is too sensitive after the emotional day and the last two hours of
sex.  I am drained, I can't do anything else.  Ell gets on one side of me
and pulls me close.

   She whispers in my ear, "I love you so much.  Thank you."

   I pull Karen to me, "I love both of you more than anything.  I was
willing to let it all go so you two could be happy.  I now realize I am
part of what makes you both happy.  And you two make me VERY happy!"

   Karen still has her eyes closed and is enjoying the moment, "Damn you
are so good looking, but how do you plan to be a detective when you can't
even read the facts in front of your eyes?"

   I laugh, "In an investigation, it's very methodical, slow, and detail
oriented.  Love doesn't follow any rules and it clouded my eyes. 
Obviously, I was blind, I misread all the signs, and made stupid decisions.
I am in love with you two and I know it now.  I am not running away or
trying to hide.  Well, other than the part about Ell when we are in public.
Life is going to get interesting."

   Boy, was that an understatement!  But that is another story ...  maybe.


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