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Motherfucker's Curse
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.

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Motherfucker's Curse

Chapter Four



"Kylie! I mean...Kyle, uh..." I smiled nervously as he stood on the front
step. "What are you doing here?"

"You can call me Kylie," he said with a small giggle. "I don't mind.
Sorry I'm not really dressed nice though."

"Yeah," I nodded. "You look pretty, uh...pretty."

I kicked myself for that one and opened the front door wide for her...
him, I mean. Fuck! He looked like a girl, even in the boy clothes he'd
worn to school. He must have just gotten off the bus because it wasn't
even three-thirty yet.

"I look pretty pretty?" he smiled as he stepped into the house. "Did
you just wake up or something?"

"Me? Ummm..."

I glanced guiltily at the stairs just in time to see Ginny slowly
coming down dressed only in her pink panties and one of my old hockey
jerseys. My favorite one, red and black with an eagle on the front and
my name on the back and she looked like she'd just gotten out of bed
too...since we'd been sleeping until the doorbell had woken her up.

"Oh." Kyle's smile faltered and he licked his lips, looking from Ginny
to me and back again.

"Hi," she said with a little finger wave and then ran back up the
stairs. I wished she'd have stayed there in the first place.

"That's, um...Ginny," I said.

"Yeah, I know her," Kyle nodded. "I heard you broke up with Wendy, but
I didn't really believe it."

"I didn't break up with Wendy," I sighed, leaning against the wall and
frowning. "It was an accident."

"Okay," Kyle shrugged and an accident didn't explain why Ginny was at
my house looking like she'd spent all day having sex.

"She just sorta came over," I said, feeling the need to explain
because Kyle looked decidedly unhappy.

"Like me, huh?"

"Um..."

"I thought maybe you'd want to talk or something," he told me. "You
know, being stuck in the house and all alone, but I guess..."

"Kyle..."

"...you don't need me," he said with a totally fake smile. "I'll see ya
later."

"You don't understand."

"It's another accident, right?" he giggled weakly and opened the door.
"Good thing you didn't say it, Jimmy..."

"Kylie, wait..."

"...or this would've really hurt a lot." He pulled the door closed
behind him.

"Fuck!" I hit the wall and hurt my hand and I didn't care. It couldn't
compare to what I was feeling inside.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"So? What did you do all day today?" Mom wondered, smiling up at me
with her head in my lap. We were sitting on the sofa, or I was anyway;
she was laying down.

"Cleaned the pool," I said with a shrug, combing her golden hair
through my fingers. "It was pretty boring."

"Hmmm..." she smiled at that, but something else was on her mind. "You
need to make up with Wendy."

"She hates me," I sighed. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Jimmy!" Mom pouted. "Of course I care. I just want you to be happy,
that's all."

"You want Dad to be happy."

"Him too," she giggled. "He doesn't like sleeping alone."

Great. I could make up with my girlfriend just so my dad could fuck
her? That's how crazy my life had become. I wanted to make up with
Wendy more than anything else in the world, but only for me. I mean,
even from a practical point of view I only had one real choice. Out of
the four girls I loved, one was my mother, one was my sister, and one
was a boy. That left Wendy as the only girlfriend I had that I could
actually marry and live a normal life with...assuming she wasn't still a
slut!

But I was willing to put that behind us, just like I'd told her. I
could forgive and maybe even forget eventually. All I wanted was to
have a normal relationship with a normal girl. Why was that asking too
much? I had to change and I needed to start with my mom, except every
time I thought I could do it, she managed to change the rules and pull
me back down even deeper than I'd been. I didn't understand any of it
and all I really knew was that I couldn't do it alone. I needed help
and it had to come from Wendy. She was the only one I could trust and
a week ago I wouldn't have dreamed that could even be possible.

"Has Dad talked to her?" I asked and Mom shrugged.

"I think so," she told me. "From what I heard, she's been crying her
eyes out."

"Really?"

"That's what her mother said."

"You talked to her mom?" I narrowed my eyes. "When?"

"Last night. I wanted to talk to her about the suspension, get Wendy's
version of what happened."

"Make sure she didn't tell anyone about us?"

"That too," Mom nodded. "Like it or not, Jimmy...We're stuck with Wendy
and we have to work this out."

"Yeah," I shook my head at her. "You and Dad had a great plan, huh?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "I just wish you'd been a little more honest with
me. All of you."

"We were trying to protect you," she said. "That's all. This business
with Ginny is your fault, so don't start blaming us for that."

"I'm not blaming anyone," I told her, just because I really didn't
feel like going through that whole cold shoulder thing again.

"Good," Mom smiled and we were still friends.

"Anyway," I said with a glance at my watch, "I gotta go to work. I'll
see you later, Mom."

"I love you," she whispered, kissing me on the mouth and giving me her
tongue before she'd let me go.

Welcome to my life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Two coffees and six bear claws..." I said, arranging everything in a
cardboard holder.

"Thanks, Jimmy," Pete grinned at me. "Hey! How'd that appendicitis
operation go anyway?"

"Pretty good," I grinned back at him. "I survived."

"The guys at the station were taking up a collection for ya."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, but we spent it on a stripper," he laughed. "See ya later."

"Later," I nodded, giving the cop a wave and that's the thing about
working at a donut shop. Besides learning to hate donuts, I knew half
the cops in town by their first names and they were an okay bunch.

"Can I get one of those long, thick cream filled things?" a girl asked
me a minute later and I turned around.

"Kylie?"

"Hi!"

She stood there smiling, looking like one of those Emo chicks with two
different colored stockings on her legs, a crimson skirt, and a three
different tops one over the other so she looked like a sexy layer
cake. Kylie had her brown hair kind of spiky and the tips were pink to
match her lips and eye shadow. I thought she looked ready for
Halloween personally, but I wasn't into that stuff anyway. I guessed
she was though and it kinda surprised me.

"What you doing?" I asked, smiling and looking her up and down.

"Me and Wendy are going to the thing out at EMP," she replied with a
glance over her shoulder and I saw Wendy's red Volkswagen sitting
outside.

"What thing?" I asked, kinda absently as I tried to see Wendy through
the glare of the windows. My heart had thumped at seeing Kylie, but
now I got the old kick in the balls too.

"My Chemical Romance?" Kylie said with a look, but I just shrugged.
"They're pretty cool. You wanna come with us?"

"Is Wendy out there?" I asked, knowing she had to be.

"Yeah," she smiled at me. "She didn't want to stop, but she kinda did...
you know?"

"Ummm..."

"She loves you," Kylie sighed. "We both do, but I know you don't
really like me, so..."

"Uhhhh...Kylie," I rolled my eyes, but I really didn't want to start
telling the girl how badly she fucked me up inside. I loved both of
them and that was my problem, just like I loved Ginny.

"I'm not mad," she told me. "You're not my boyfriend, so...I forgive
you."

"Really?" I blinked at her and Kylie just giggled and I believed her.
I guess all my girlfriends couldn't be psycho though, right? At least,
not all the time, and Kylie was part boy so probably she could
understand and sympathize a little more than a real girl could. Maybe.

"I didn't tell her about today," she said softly. "You should talk to
her."

"Yeah," I nodded, wiping my hands on a towel. I got her a donut and a
some iced tea. "I will. Uhhh...Don't steal anything. There's a camera up
there."

"Jimmy!" Kylie pouted and then laughed at my grin.

I walked out the front doors and then I could see her. Wendy looked a
little more normal than Kylie, but still dressed for a concert. She
had her hair done up with a lot of beads and feathers woven into it,
and glitter too, junk like that. Her face was made-up perfectly though
and Jesus! My girlfriend looked hot just sitting there as she rolled
down the window.

"Hi," I said with a sigh, feeling my heart ache. The last time I'd
seen Wendy, she'd been screaming at me.

"Hey," Wendy nodded. "Princess wanted a donut."

"Yeah," I smiled. "You look great."

"So do you," she said and then rolled her eyes. "I mean, you look like
a donut guy."

"Well," I swallowed and really wished I knew what to say. "Are you
okay? I'm sorry about what happened. I can explain..."

"I hate you," she breathed, hiding behind her black hair and fidgeting
with her fingers. "I'm only here because Kylie likes you."

"I wasn't breaking up with you."

"What do you call it then?" Wendy asked. "I saw you kissing her!"

"I wasn't kissing Ginny," I protested. "I was trying to break up with
her."

"Oh, sure. That makes sense." She looked at me with hurt eyes. "So
you've been going out with her all this time, huh?"

"No!"

"That's why you didn't want to have anything to do with me? Because
you were fucking Ginny?"

"Wendy..." I sighed. "She just had the wrong idea, that's all. She
thought I asked her out, but I didn't."

"What?"

"She broke up with Chris and I wanted to find out why and then she
said she loved me and..." I shrugged. "I told her I love you. I was
trying to explain to her, but she got kind of...I dunno...crazy or
something and..."

"So it's all her fault?"

"Yeah!" I smiled, nodding my head. "I love you, Wendy."

"You're totally innocent, huh?"

"Uhhh..." The warning bells were going off in the back of my head.

"You're the worst liar in the world, Jimmy," she sighed, looking back
down. "I don't even know why I'm here."

"Alright," I said, taking a deep breath and nodding. "You're right. I
fucked her, okay? Last week when I was mad at you for fucking my
friends. I wanted to get back at you and Chris and yeah...I fucked his
girlfriend."

"You fucked Ginny?"

"She was a virgin and...I don't know. I was mad at you, Wendy. I was
being stupid, but it's over."

"You broke her cherry?"

"What? Yeah, but I swear...that thing in the library, that wasn't my
fault. I was breaking up with her."

"Do you love her?"

"Um...Kinda," I admitted slowly. "Did you hear what I said though? I
can't go out with her and I was telling her that when you saw us."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why can't you go out with her?" Wendy asked, sounding almost
reasonable. "You love her, you took her virginity, and I know she
loves you, so...Why not? You guys sound perfect for each other."

I saw that predatory gleam in Wendy's eyes and they were black as she
sat there, glaring at me from behind her bangs. She was looking for a
lie, ready to pounce on it. She just wanted me to dig my own grave
first. Wendy wanted to hate me, the same way I'd wanted to hate her
for the last week or so. Whatever I said, whatever excuse I could
conjure in my desperation, she'd hate me for it because I had no good
reason for breaking up with Ginny except maybe because I loved Wendy
more...But that wouldn't be good enough. Not after I'd cheated on her
and we both knew it.

"Because she's my sister," I said, staring into her eyes. "Ginny's mom
told us on Sunday."

"What?" Wendy blinked at me.

"You can ask my dad," I nodded. "He's Ginny's dad too."

"But..." she thought about it for a few seconds. "You fuck your mom
anyway, so why would you care if you fuck your sister or not?"

"I told you before, right?" I leaned close on my elbows, dipping my
head to make sure Wendy could see my eyes through the open window. "I
don't wanna fuck my mom. I never did. I love you and I don't want
anyone else."

"Only because you can't have anyone else? Or..."

"I could probably get a girlfriend if I wanted one," I said with a
grin. "Come on."

"Maybe," she smiled weakly. "You aren't totally ugly."

"Thanks." I touched her shoulder and when Wendy didn't jerk away, I
started rubbing her gently. "I just want all this over with, you know?
I want what you said before."

"What did I say?"

"That we're new people. That we have to forget the past and move on."
I reached for her face and pulled the hair from her eyes. "I want to
start over with you, Wendy. I've always loved you; I'm just looking
for a chance to prove it now."

"You're never gonna see Ginny again?"

"She's my sister," I said with a shrug. "I'm not gonna forget that."

"You know what I mean."

"I'm not going to see her," I promised. "It's over between us."

"And your mom?"

"I'll, ummm...I'll tell her," I said with a shrug. "I'll explain it to
her. She won't like it, but she's still my mom, you know? She'll have
to accept it."

"Okay," Wendy swallowed hard and nodded her head.

"Yeah?" I smiled hopefully and my heart was pounding. It had been
pounding, but I felt an awesome sense of relief as well.

"I don't hate you anymore," Wendy decided.

"Okay, Well...That's a start," I said slowly and just looked at her for
a moment.

"I kinda love you," she shrugged. "I guess."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Wendy nodded and looked me...waiting...and I kissed her.

I leaned into the car and covered her red lips with mine, sliding my
fingers into her hair and I could have kissed her for the rest of my
life. We were making out really, with me practically on my knees in
the parking lot of the donut shop, working my tongue around inside
Wendy's peppermint flavored mouth. She kissed me back too. God! What a
great kiss, the best one ever because we really meant it.

"You taste good," I breathed a few minutes later, licking my lips and
seeing my girlfriend smile and nod her head.

"You got lipstick..." she giggled, touching my face and then she caught
her reflection in the side mirror. "Oh...I'm a mess, huh?"

"Kinda," I agreed with smile. "But, um...I'd do you probably."

"You'd do me?" Wendy grinned and rolled her eyes, those gorgeous
sapphires of hers and they were bright and shining again.

"Probably."

"Hmmm..." she bit her bottom lip. "You know I'm ovulating, right?"

"Are you gonna make me wear a rubber?"

"No," she sighed, leaning into me and looking for another kiss. "Just
lie to me."

"Lie?"

"Tell me you'll pull out," Wendy breathed as her lips found mine and I
really hoped that had been a lucky guess or something.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Wendy didn't mind sharing me with Kylie, and not only because they
really were best friends now, but maybe because she knew the pretty
faggot would never be a real threat to her. At least, that's what I
figured and it sorta made sense. Whatever Wendy's reasons, she and
Kylie didn't make it to their concert and perhaps they'd never really
intended to go anyway. They sat in a booth and teased me all night,
talking and giggling, flirting with some of the guys who would come in
for coffee and donuts.

I have to admit I had a lot of fun too. Just being with them, both of
them, made me forget everything else. My mom and Ginny, my messed up
dad, they didn't count, not while it was just us alone in a donut shop
at midnight. Fuck! They were beautiful too. Wendy pretty much looked
gorgeous as always and Kylie was a serious hottie, but the way they
laughed and smiled made them awesome. It was funny to see men flirting
with them too, especially Kylie because they had no clue that she
wasn't a real girl. I almost felt jealous a couple times, but just as
I'd start to worry and feel a little insecure, one or both of them
would look at me and give me their eyes and I'd just know inside that
I had nothing to worry about.

That one night, I thought, was how my life should've always been.

"Shhhh..." Kylie giggled as we tip-toed through her house and downstairs
into the basement.

I'd slept down there a few times over the years and it had been
finished by her parents after buying the house. The cement walls had
been paneled over and a thick burgundy carpet covered the floor.
They'd furnished it with well-worn and comfortable furniture, a bar
and entertainment center, a pool table and all the casual party
decorations a recreation room needs. I'd always liked Kylie's basement
and we'd sleep on the floor in sleeping bags sometimes, falling asleep
watching movies and eating popcorn and pizza...but not tonight.

"Whatever you do with me," Wendy told me with a smile, "you gotta do
with Princess too."

"Okay," I grinned at her as I spread out one of the large sleeping
bags after unzipping it completely.

"And whatever you do to Jimmy?" Wendy giggled as she looked at Kylie.
"You have to do it to me too."

"That might be kinda hard!" Kylie grinned. "I really wanna suck his
cock again."

"Then you'll just have to lick my pussy too," Wendy said, sticking out
her tongue at the girl. "Don't tell me you don't know how!"

"What?" Kylie blushed. "She told you?"

"Who told you?" I looked between them. "What?"

"Princess went down on Amy the other night," Wendy sighed. "Our little
girl is all grown up!"

"You did?" I smiled at Kylie and thought it might be kinda cool to see
her and Wendy fuck. Like a couple girls, I mean, not...you know, the
other way. Never mind.

"Sorta," Kylie giggled and her face had turned pink. "She made me do
it. I'm not a lesbian or anything."

"Oh," I nodded. "Good."

"Shut-up!" she grinned, throwing an armload of pillows at me and I
didn't even bother trying to catch them. I just grabbed their hands
and pulled the two girls down to the floor.

"Mmmm..." I kissed Wendy first, Frenching her out for half a minute and
then I pulled Kylie close and kissed her as well.

Neither of them were jealous and I only felt happy surprise when they
kissed each other. Kylie seemed a little shy at first maybe, but more
than willing as Wendy's tongue slipped into the girl's mouth. I'd
never seen anything like it and all I could do was rub my cock through
my pants and enjoy the show.

"You know I love you, right?" Kylie asked softly, looking at Wendy and
then at me. "Both of you."

I wasn't sure what to say. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say. I
loved Kylie, nearly as much as I loved Wendy, but I wasn't gonna lose
my girlfriend again. Luckily, I didn't have to.

"We love you too," Wendy replied, touching Kylie face and her sapphire
eyes found mine. "We can love her, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded quickly, looking like an idiot probably and I really
hoped Wendy wasn't fooling around because Kylie didn't deserve it.

"You gotta say it," Kylie giggled, teasing me while Wendy watched us.

"I love you," I told her. "I love both of you, but..."

"But what?" she wondered, touching my thighs as we all sat close
together.

"If I have to choose, um..." I swallowed hard and I had to say this now
because I wasn't gonna wake up from this dream feeling miserable
again. I was tired of lying.

"You won't have to," Wendy told me. "I promise. All three of us,
okay?"

"Yeah," Kylie agreed, smiling at her I realized the two of them had
already talked about this. They were just letting me in on their
little deal and I felt a real sense of relief because I hadn't wanted
to hurt Kylie at all.

"Are you sure?" I asked Wendy, smiling and maybe teasing her, but
serious too. "I can have two girlfriends?"

"Well..." she looked at Kylie and giggled. "More like one and half
girlfriends."

"Half?" Kylie rolled her eyes and laughed. "Be nice!"

"I'm always nice," Wendy sighed and then they were kissing again and I
figured I'd have to get used to that. If I had a girlfriend and a half
now, Wendy had a boyfriend and half too, but I could live with that.

They undressed me first, taking turns while we made out, and it was a
pretty amazing experience. I had two hot sixteen-year-old girls
giggling and kissing me, pulling my socks off, my pants and boxers.
Two hands wrapped around my cock and they teased each other as much as
they teased me. I caught my breath while Wendy pulled my shirts over
my head, the short-sleeved uniform and the t-shirt underneath. Kylie
had started unbuttoning Wendy's dress in the back and pushing it off
the girl's shoulders so that it fell away to reveal Wendy's perfect
tits.

I bent my mouth to one of her nipples and kissed it, pulling the
swollen nub between my lips and washing it with my tongue while Wendy
started unwrapping Kylie like a birthday present. I watched as best I
could from the corner of my eye, wondering just how many layers the
girl was wearing. Three tops, the skirt, her stockings one at a time,
until Kylie sat there in just a pair of baby blue panties and I could
see her smallish cock was hard and already wet. She had a little spot
growing and she blushed when she noticed.

"Take them off," I whispered, lying down on the pillows and pulling
Wendy with me so she could curl up with her head on my arm.

"Really?" Kylie asked, biting her bottom lip nervously. "You don't
think it's...weird?"

"Kinda," I grinned at her and then shook my head. "No, you're
beautiful, Kylie."

"Take them off," Wendy agreed and she'd already peeled her panties
away. "We're naked, so..."

"Okay," Kylie agreed and the girl made my heart thump as she pushed
her panties slowly down her smooth thighs.

"She's so cute!" Wendy giggled as Kylie's stiff cock sprang outward
and it couldn't have been more than four or five inches long probably.

Her skin was pink and soft and Kylie didn't have any hair at all, not
even on her sexy little scrotum. And it was sexy, I dunno. I wasn't
into checking out guys since I wasn't a fag, but Kylie just looked...
sexy. She wasn't circumcised either and the foreskin stretched tightly
over the smooth head, but not totally. We could just see the tip of
her naked dick and a drop of precum glistening like dew. Even that
didn't turn me off and it probably had to do with Wendy being there as
much as anything else.

"Doesn't Kylie have a pretty clit?" my girlfriend teased me and I
rolled my eyes as if I didn't care. "If Princess goes down on you,
then you have to go down on me."

"What if I lick your pussy?" Kylie wondered, giving me a sly, sexy
grin.

"I dunno." Wendy bit her bottom lip and looked at me. "Will you lick
Kylie's clit, Jimmy?" she sort of purred softly, letting me know
exactly what answer she wanted to hear.

"Uhhh..."

"Uh oh!" Wendy sighed as she leaned back on the pillows and spread her
legs. "What's our boyfriend gonna do?"

"I don't know," Kylie sighed, watching me with those big doe eyes of
hers as she knelt between the other girl's thighs.

They wanted me to do it and I didn't really have any choice. If Kylie
was going to be my girlfriend...our girlfriend...I had to prove I wasn't
afraid of her. Wendy wanted to see it anyway and Kylie...God! She'd
turned onto her side, resting on her elbow and kissing around Wendy's
sex. Her legs were spread, the top on bent at the knee and her
smallish cock and balls were right there waiting for me.

I kissed her tummy first, so small and soft. I laid down with them,
turning as Wendy coaxed me around with her hands. I wasn't sure what
we were doing until I felt her lips on my cock. Wendy could suck my
dick while I went down on Kylie, and Kylie could lick the other girl's
pussy. That seemed like a pretty good idea to me and I just had to
remember I wasn't a faggot as I kissed those smooth, feminine thighs
and then a little higher.

I closed my eyes as I felt Kylie's erection rubbing my cheek and her
soft, hairless balls on my chin. She smelled clean and fresh, like
that baby powder she'd used to give me a massage with. Lilacs. That's
what she smelled like and I heard her moan softly as I kissed her hard
little cock and then took it gingerly into my mouth. She pushed with
her hips, but Kylie's dick wasn't that big and I only gagged a little,
mostly because I really wasn't sure I wanted to be sucking a dick, no
matter how cute it might have looked.

"Let her cum," Wendy whispered a minute or two later and I hadn't
noticed that she'd stopped sucking my cock.

And she hadn't...Except it was Kylie sucking me off and I hadn't even
realized they'd switched places. We were side-by-side in a sixty-nine
and Wendy hugged me from behind, looking over my shoulder and urging
me to make Kylie feel good. I felt her fingers in my hair, massaging
my scalp as I moved my tongue around the cock in my mouth. I'd pulled
Kylie's foreskin back and she seemed to be a lot more sensitive than I
was. She wriggled her hips, sort of fucking my face while I held her
pert little butt in my hands. I even fingered her a little, finding
the girl's asshole tight and wet and already slippery with whatever
she used back there.

"Make her feel good," Wendy sighed, kissing my neck and hair. "She's
so pretty. Show her how much you love her, Jimmy. Let Princess cum in
your mouth, okay?

"Mmmph..." I sorta agreed, but I really had no idea what I was doing. I
wasn't even sure if I was really supposed to suck on it like a straw,
or just...lick it a lot.

"Oh, this is so cool," she giggled softly. "I love you so much. Suck
it for me. I want her to cum."

It didn't take very long and Kylie did cum, without any warning at all
either. All of a sudden she sorta jammed her crotch against my face
and a rush of something hot and salty and sort of creamy filled my
mouth. I jerked away instinctively, but Wendy was right there to hold
my head still and I didn't get too far at all. I had no choice but to
swallow the stuff and as much as I loved Kylie, I sincerely prayed
this wasn't gonna turn me into a fag!

"Swallow it," Wendy breathed. "Oh yeah! Like that...It's good, right? Do
you like it?"

"Umph..." I sorta shrugged, swallowing my second and then my third
mouthful of semen and I wondered how much cum Kylie had. I mean, her
balls weren't that big, but she kept spurting and I kept swallowing.

"I love you!" Wendy told me, pulling me off Kylie's cock with a soft,
wet plop and then she kissed me deep.

Her tongue went crazy in my mouth, licking at the remains of Kylie's
orgasm and pulling the creamy stuff into her mouth so she could share
it with me. I hadn't expected that at all, but I kinda liked it a lot,
especially as my own orgasm was getting pretty close. Kylie really
started sucking me hard after she came, probably because she could
finally concentrate on making me feel good. And Wendy kept making out
with me and...Yeah! I blew a huge load into Kylie's mouth just a couple
minutes after I'd swallowed hers.

"Mmmm..." Wendy moaned into Kylie's mouth and I watched the two girls do
that snowball thing, which I'd never heard of before.

That's what Wendy called it though and it seemed almost gross watching
them make out around a mouthful of semen, but sorta cool too. I mean,
Kylie would push it into Wendy's mouth and Wendy would give it back,
the stuff ran down their chins and dripped onto their tits, and those
two girls were nasty! It was like watching a porn video or something,
except I'd never been into that stuff too much, so maybe it wasn't.
Either way, my two girlfriend's were a wet, giggling, red-faced mess
by the time they swallowed what was left of my cum and I was already
hard as a rock by then.

"We really need to fuck," Wendy grinned at me.

"I was just thinking that too!" Kylie giggled and I had two beautiful
girls looking at the one of me with hungry eyes.

"Who do you wanna fuck first?" Wendy asked. "Kylie or me?"

"I don't want to fuck either of you," I said slowly and that surprised
them, I was happy to see. "But, um...if you guys want to make love,
then..."

"Oh God!" Wendy rolled her eyes.

"He's kinda hopeless that way," Kylie said with a giggle. "So
romantic."

"I want to make love with you first," I decided and I didn't have a
reason, I'd just flipped a coin in my head.

"Me?" Kylie smiled happily and Wendy nodded.

"Yeah. Go for it, Princess," she sighed, leaning against the couch and
smiling at us. "I wanna watch."

Making love to Kylie felt amazing. She had the most perfectly fuckable
ass in the world and I tried desperately not to slam my throbbing dick
balls deep into her incredibly tight, hot, wet rectum. I didn't know
what she used to lubricate herself with, but that stuff was great!
Kylie's ass felt just like a pussy, I swear, except smaller and
tighter, and that was nothing to complain about.

I just had to go slowly and luckily I'd already cum once that night or
I'd have been in serious trouble! We did it doggy style, which felt
totally comfortable for both of us and I could watch Wendy watch us.
She rubbed her pussy and played with her tits, giving me nothing but
approval while Kylie wriggled her ass and practically screwed herself
onto my dick. I barely had to move, but of course I did. It felt too
amazing not to and I rocked my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her
hole while I ran my hands up and down the girl's smooth back.

When I came, I felt as if I'd been trapped in a kaleidoscope of
pleasure and I barely knew what we were doing when Wendy pulled me
into another deep French kiss. She'd pushed herself off the couch and
as my orgasm spilled into Kylie, Wendy shared the moment with us. She
kissed me and then she kissed our girlfriend, rewarding us for letting
her watch us make love. I felt a little drunk actually.

A few minutes later, after Kylie had gone for a damp towel to wash my
cock with, I made love to Wendy while I made out with Kylie and that
seemed very strange. I mean, it was totally awesome, but strange too
because I had my cock inside one girl while I looked into the soft
brown eyes of another. It felt as if I was making love to both of them
somehow and I think they felt it too. Wendy didn't interrupt us
either, although we wouldn't have minded at all if she had. The girl
just lay beneath me, holding my shoulders while I pumped my cock in
and out of her pussy and kissed Kylie the whole time.

"I love you," I gasped, staring at Kylie and spurting hard inside
Wendy's womb while she kissed my chest. That had to be weird and I
almost felt guilty about it, but...

"That was beautiful," Wendy told me and I kissed her for a minute and
then watched as she and Kylie started making out again.

I just sat back and let my balls recuperate for a few minutes while
the two girls swapped spit and let their hands roam wild across each
other's flushed bodies. Kylie started fingering Wendy while the other
girl rubbed her cock like an oversized clit. They did that for awhile
and then moved to scissor their legs and I realized Kylie was fucking
Wendy. Her cock was inside my girlfriend's pussy, but they didn't
really hump or anything; they just held each other's legs, kissing
their feet and calves while they performed a long, slow grind
together. I'd never seen two girls fuck before and I started jerking
off just because they looked so hot like that.

After they both came, I took Kylie's place, putting Wendy's legs over
my shoulders and sliding my cock inside her cummy pussy. We had a nice
long fuck then and I could watch her eyes and kiss her face because
Kylie had gotten behind us and I could feel her kissing and licking my
balls or sometimes lapping at the mouth of Wendy's cunt where it
stretched around my cock. Kylie swallowed our juices, and hers too, as
my pounding cock turned our cum into a thin white froth that spilled
down Wendy's ass. I came inside her again and after that we were all
feeling kind of exhausted, I thought.

My cock wasn't gonna get hard for a week and when it did...Jesus! I
had two seriously sexy girlfriends now. I fell asleep wondering if I
shouldn't see a doctor about getting some of that Viagra stuff.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What the hell is this!"

Not the best way to wake up, that's for sure! We were so comfortable
too, it really was disappointing to realize we were in serious
trouble. I had a totally naked Kylie curled up against my left side,
her nose pressed into my armpit and her hand sort of holding my
noticeably weaker than usual morning erection in her sleep. Wendy,
equally naked, lay on her tummy on the other side of me, with her
perfect butt in the air and a total bedhead of raven black hair
covering her face.

We'd probably had sex until four in the morning and I didn't know
exactly what time it was, but it couldn't have been too awfully late.
I felt sorta hung over actually and I wished I had been, because if
I'd been drunk I would have passed out someplace else probably and
Kylie's mom wouldn't be screaming bloody murder!

"Wake up! Kyle! What's going on down here?" she yelled, that and a lot
of other stuff that sounded pretty much the same before stomping back
up the stairs and slamming the door.

"Sorry," Kylie frowned. "I guess she's mad."

"I guess so," I agreed, thinking that was a serious understatement!

We didn't really say anything else, but only dressed slowly and
offered each other sheepish looks and hopeful, apologetic smiles. We
weren't in a rush because the only thing waiting for us would be a
firing squad and who's gonna hurry for one of those? Wendy was already
grounded, much like Ginny, and not supposed to be anywhere. My mom had
expected me to come home straight after work and there couldn't be a
whole lot of straw left for that camel. And Kylie, she was a cross-
dressing faggot who already had her parents stressed to the edge.
Nobody wants to see their teenage son, or especially their daughter in
the center of a bi-sexual orgy!

Being the only real boy, it seemed like a pretty sure thing that my
death would be exceptionally painful and I wasn't disappointed...

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Dad?" I stopped at the top of the stairs where the doorway opened
into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Wendy bumped into me from behind, but I barely noticed.

My dad had dressed for work in a suit and tie, but he hadn't shaved as
yet and he wore the look of a man dying for a cup of coffee. He worked
as a manager at Merrill-Lynch and the clock on the wall told me he'd
probably miss his carpool. Dad wasn't going to be too happy about
that, but all the same I felt pretty glad it was him and not my mom
standing there. Except I really didn't want to see anyone standing
there, you know?

"What are you doing? Move!" Wendy pushed me and I gave her a look over
my shoulder.

She didn't have her dad waiting for her though and I guess Kylie's mom
hadn't called Wendy's parents. Lucky her, but she'd be in trouble
anyway, I was sure. Her parents were cool, but normal too, meaning
they expected Wendy to do what she was told and sleep in her own bed
and not have a lot of nasty sex in someone else's basement. I wondered
what they'd say if they knew even half of what she'd been up to
lately.

"You should go home, Wendy," Kylie's mom said, not making a suggestion
at all.

The twins sat at the kitchen table eating Cap'n Crunch and watching
all of us, whispering and wondering what was going on. Their father
too, probably. Kylie's dad looked uncomfortable as he sat there with a
newspaper and a cup of coffee. He should have at least offered a cup
to my dad, I thought, but he looked kind of shell shocked.

"Mom, I can explain..." Kylie started saying, but one look from her
mother shushed the girl pretty quickly and besides, we all knew there
wasn't any possible explanation except the obvious one - We'd decided
to have an orgy without even asking first.

"I can stay for a little bit," Wendy said slowly, reaching for my hand
and narrowing her eyes at my dad. I wasn't sure what that look meant
exactly, but I thought she was trying to tell him he'd better be cool
or he'd be sleeping on the couch permanently.

"Fine," Kyle's mom snapped and she looked at my dad. "Are you going to
tell him or do you want me to?"

"Me?" I looked between the two of them. "Tell me what?"

"Maybe I should take the girls into the other room," Kylie's dad
suggested and I think his wife had sorta forgotten about them.

"What? Oh...Go in the other room, girls," she ordered and this seemed to
be getting really weird as Charlie Brown helped the twins carry their
cereal bowls out of the kitchen. They weren't going to argue.

"What's going on, Mom?" Kylie wondered, glancing at me and Wendy as my
girlfriend squeezed my hand.

"Well?" Kylie's mom looked at my dad.

"Lonnie..." he sighed. "Maybe we should talk about this first and in a
day or two..."

"Lonnie?" I blinked at the woman. "I thought your name was Eleanor?"

"It is," she said with some annoyance, half waving at me while she
stared at my dad. "They were having sex, David. Tell him, or I will."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kylie frowned.

"She's your old girlfriend?" I asked my dad and he smiled weakly.

"Who's girlfriend?" Wendy wanted to know.

"Uh, Kyle..." Dad cleared his throat and I suddenly realized I wasn't
the him they'd been talking about. "I have to tell you something, and,
uh...it might sound a little strange, but..."

"No!" I laughed unhappily, shaking my head. "You can't be serious!"

"What?" Wendy jerked my arm as she tried to get my attention, but the
world was seriously spinning out of control just then.

"...I'm your dad, Kyle." My father stood there smiling at the boy, who
just happened to look like a teenage girl who'd spent the night
getting butt fucked by her brother.

"What?" Wendy blinked at him.

"Mom?" Kylie swallowed so hard they heard it in Pittsburgh.

"It's true," her mother said with surprising gentleness. "He's your
real father."

"But..." Kylie glanced at me and his face had turned red, his eyes
glistening with tears. Kylie had given me her virginity...and a whole
lot more. I felt a strange sense of d�j� vu.

"Are you Wendy's dad too?" I asked my father with as much sarcasm as I
could find. "Fuck!"

"Jimmy!" he frowned at me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but..."

"Just shut-up!" I nearly shouted. "I don't wanna hear it."

"...Lonnie was worried about Kyle and..." he kept trying to explain
and I wasn't listening to him anymore. Never again. I was finished
with him once and for all, and my mother too. She just didn't know it
yet.

"Come on," I said softly, pulling Wendy behind me and I looked at
Kylie. "Come with us."

"Where?" she asked, blinking quickly.

"Anywhere away from here," I told her. "I love you."

"Kyle! Kylie...Where do you think you're going?" her mom yelled, but
Wendy had grabbed the girl's hand and we were leaving.

"Let's go, Princess," Wendy whispered and she nodded. Kylie had to
come with us; she was our girlfriend now...and my brother.





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end ch.4
end Motherfucker's Curse
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