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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Four:  Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane


Codes:  MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, cartoon, anime

Disclaimer:  Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane were created by Glenn
Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn and is owned by them and/or MTV... but
not poor little old me. They are used here without permission for
entertainment purposes only.  All artificial persons herein are based
on characters owned by their creators, not the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daria_(TV_series)



	Daria was an MTV cartoon series that ran for 5 seasons, plus 2
TV movies.  It was a spin-off of Beavis and Butthead, a series that I
loathed.

	The main character, Daria Morgendorffer, was a high school
student who was highly intelligent, anti-social and cynical.  She
responded to high school stereotypes with sarcasm and wit.  In
general, she was designed to appeal to people like me... intelligent
and hated high school society.  (Yes, I was out of high school by the
time the series aired, but so what?)  

	Her best friend throughout the series was Jane Lane, an
intelligent artistic type who shared Daria's disdain for high school
social structures.

	Physically, Daria and Jane are not great beauties, though they
showed potential.  Daria had long, fairly straight brown hair that
seemed to be in need of a trim and/or stylist, was flat-chested and
needed strong glasses.  Jane had short dark hair, blue eyes and maybe
an A or B cup chest.

	The series ended when they graduated and went off to college
at different schools in the same town.

	I was trying to avoid the same emotional problems I had
created with Kasumi, so I worked with Alpha to add in some extra
background for after the end of the series.  Again, there was no
workable way I could recreate their families, so again, I needed to
make them orphans.  I actually felt guilty for "killing off" their
families right after the two of them left for college, but I wanted
most of their grieving to be over with by the time they woke up in my
house.

	Basically, the story we set up was that their home town of
Lawndale had been hit by a hurricane (again) during their first
semester in college, and both of their families had died.  Since they
were legal adults by now, no distant relatives needed to be called in.
They dropped out of their respective universities, collected some
insurance and helped each other through the losses for a year or so.
They had decided to go to a university far away in Texas to get away
from the memories.  Thus, they would be staying in my house while they
started taking classes again at Texas Christian University (a good
academic school in Fort Worth, though not 5-star).

	In the TV series, they were both strictly heterosexual, even
when Jane was hit on by a bisexual artist at an art colony.  I had
Alpha add in some strong attraction to each other, developed during
their year of grief but not yet acted on.

	And one other change seemed necessary.  Daria the TV series no
doubt held some appeal for college students.  Even though it was off
the air, there was probably a decent chance that Daria and Jane could
run across their own TV show, which could lead to unnecessary
complications.  Therefore, when Alpha coded their memories, Daria
became Daria Morgan and Jane became Jane Lannister.  Yes, the risks
were still there, but at least they wouldn't attract instant attention
by fans of the show or find themselves with online searches. 

	(Author's Note:  In the interest of staying in character, I'll
actually still refer to Daria as Daria Morgendorffer and Jane as Jane
Lane.)

	The TV series was entirely mundane, which worked well for
bringing them into the real world, but might cause problems when they
had to deal with future house residents.  Actually, that's not
entirely true.  There was one weird fantasy episode where they met the
incarnations of holidays... that episode stood out like a sore thumb
in the series, but a little emphasis on it how it 'really happened'
might be what I needed to help them accept the existence of
superhumans...  if Alpha ever succeeded at bringing one to life.

	Alpha assembled enough documentation for the girls that they
should actually be able to live relatively normal lives if they had to
make it on their own.  TCU had a rule about Freshmen having to live on
campus, but a heartfelt plea about their emotional state and a
$250,000 donation convinced them to make an exception. At this point
it was early summer, so we still had a few months before registration.

	As a side note, there was one aspect of creation that proved
to be  unexpectedly difficult - Daria's glasses.  As it turns out,
it's very easy to grow eyes with perfect vision, but it's virtually
impossible to create vision that is imperfect to a specific degree.
In the end, Alpha built Daria's eyes and sent me to get glasses built
to a certain specification.  After she was alive and breathing but
before she was activated, I pulled her head out of the goo, put her
glasses on her and opened her eyes.  With the nanites still in her
system, Alpha directed minor reshaping of her irises to match the
vision prescription glasses.  (From my perspective, that was a pretty
boring half hour.)

* * * * *

	Kasumi and I had lived together for about 3 months before I
told her that a couple of college students would be moving in, named
Daria and Jane.

	By this time, Kasumi was Red Cross certified for First Aid and
CPR and had taken a few cooking classes to become familiar with
different styles of cooking.  She was now almost as comfortable
cooking chicken-fried steaks or pot roast or barbeque as she was
making ramen or rice.  She wanted to tackle French and New Orleans
cuisine next.

	We slept together every other night, on average, though we had
sex almost every day.  No anal sex, but that was fine.  She still
blushed every time we got naked together, but had advanced far enough
that she could initiate sex entirely on her own.

	I think she would have liked to sleep together every night,
but I often worked late down in the lab and had a small bed set up
there for catnaps.  And to tell the truth, I didn't want to sleep with
her every night.  I loved her, but I knew I would not be exclusive to
her.  I occasionally teased her about the possibility of bringing
other women in to join us in bed.  I'm sure the real Kasumi would not
have been receptive, but this Kasumi had a few reactions hard-wired so
that such suggestions made her more excited than normal, regardless of
how embarrassing her sense of propriety told her it should be.

	And let me tell you, knowing everything about a woman's
history and being absolutely certain that she is very attracted to you
does wonders for your self-confidence.  I doubt I would be as adept
with a normal woman, but with the artificially created women, I was
supremely confident and smooth, a huge change from my past self.

	When Daria and Jane were ready to "arrive", late one night,
Kasumi insisted on staying up to welcome them.  This was actually very
easy to work around since all of Alpha's creations had a built-in kill
switch for safety reasons.

	Well, the term "kill switch" implies the wrong thing.  Maybe
"off switch" would be more accurate.  When the time came, Kasumi
simply fell asleep on the couch while I carried Daria and Jane
upstairs to their room.  They were to stay in the same room, furnished
with two full size beds, a couple of desks, a TV with cable (minus
MTV) and connected to a large bathroom.  The bathroom was shared with
an unoccupied bedroom.  I arranged them on their beds, dressed in long
T-shirts instead of pajamas.  Almost forgot about Jane's ear piercings
and had to go back downstairs to retrieve them.  

	They were physically slightly advanced from their high school
selves.  A little taller and Daria's body was beginning to mature a
bit.  Daria had A-cup breasts and slight curves of the waist and hips,
and normal pubic hair.  Jane now had full B-cup breasts (nearly
C-cup), a few body piercings and a completely shaved pubis.

	I had done some basic shopping for them, to provide them with
purses and small carry-on bags.  I had even set up checking and
savings accounts for them. (I'm not sure how Alpha was able to get
them working SSNs, but she did.  If it was possible to give Alpha an
IQ test, I'm sure she would be a super-genius.)

	It had taken a little bit extra shopping, but I had found a
faded green jacket, amber-ish t-shirt, knee-length black skirt and
heavy shoes for Daria to match her class toon image.  Jane had her red
jacket with rolled-up sleeves, black v-neck shirt, dark shorts, black
stockings and boots.  I tossed it all haphazardly across the dressers,
as if discarded after a long, trying day of travel.

	When everything was set, I went back downstairs and gathered
Kasumi up in my arms.  While I was carrying her up to her room, I had
Alpha let her wake back up.

	Looking down, I saw her eyes flutter.  "Oh, you're awake.  You
fell asleep on the couch.  I was going to take you up and tuck you
into bed."

	"Daria and Jane?  Are they here?"

	"Yes, they were tired and went straight to bed.  You can meet
them in the morning.  Actually, we need to take them shopping.  The
airline lost their luggage."

	She still wasn't quite awake when we reached her bedroom, so I
just pulled off her shoes and dress, tucked her into bed, kissed her
goodnight and let her go back to sleep, naturally this time.


	I woke up early the next morning, excited at the possibilities
stretched out before me.  With Kasumi, the excitement was mainly
focused on creating my first fictional lover.  Kasumi herself is a
number of things - beautiful, kind, helpful and, should my house fill
up as planned, needed - but not really exciting or mentally
stimulating.  A good variety was what the house needed.  

	I had another long conversation with Alpha as I prepared for
the day.  Kasumi was still asleep and Daria & Jane hadn't been
activated yet.  The exercise room was just down the hall from their
door, so I left the door open when I started my morning workout... and
had Alpha activate the girls.

	With my earbud tuned to their room and the exercise room's
monitor tuned to their camera, I watched as they both stretched and
took in their new surroundings. Theoretically their memory implants
took them up to last night, when they arrived in town, complained to
the airline, took a cab out to my house and crashed for the night.

	They talked quietly to each other for a few minutes, but I
couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.  They got up and went
to the bathroom (no camera in there.)

	Alpha interrupted.  "Frank, Kasumi is now awake too."

	"Thank you.  Let me know when she reaches the kitchen,
please."

	Kasumi's door is not visible from the exercise room, but I
think I heard her door a couple minutes later.  When Alpha gave me the
heads up, I had Alpha route my mic to the kitchen speaker (ie.
intercom).

	"Kasumi?  Are you there?"

	"Yes, Frank.  Good morning."

	"Good morning.  I'm up exercising and I think I hear movement
from the girls' room, so they'll probably be ready for breakfast in a
few minutes."

	"Thank you for letting me know."

	"And thank you for helping out so much.  See you in a bit."


	A couple minutes later, Jane and Daria emerged from their
bathroom, dressed in the clothes they wore last night (as far as they
knew).  I switched the exercise room monitor to the morning weather
report.

	They emerged from their room a minute later and I waved to
them.

	"Good morning!  Have you recovered from your flight?"

	Daria muttered something to Jane, who laughed.  To me, Jane
said, "Yeah, we're doing just Jim-Dandy fine."

	I smiled, recognizing the voice and tone from the show.  "Come
now," I panted.  "There's no need for colloquialisms between
friends.... or brand new acquaintances, as the case may be.  Kasumi
just started breakfast, so it should be ready soon."

	They both moved their hands to their stomachs.  "Yeah, food
would be good," Jane agreed.

	They meandered towards the exercise room, taking in the
sights.  It was much too small to call a gym, but it had a treadmill,
stairclimber, rowing machine, a floor pad for aerobics and
weight-resistance workout machines.  I noticed with pleasure that
their eyes kept being drawn back to me.... their pleasure programming
just beginning.

	Daria watched me jog on the treadmill for a minute.
"Treadmills, the Sisyphus of exercise equipment.  Wouldn't exercising
outside be more interesting?"

	"Actually, I prefer to think of it as running the Red Queen's
race.  Run as fast as you can to stay where you are."

	"If that's as fast as you can run, you need to exercise more."

	"Thus my time on the Sisyphian treadmill."

	"So who's Kasumi?  Your cook or maid?  Mail-order bride?"

	I started slowing the treadmill, moving into a cooldown phase,
and gave her a sharp look.  "Kasumi is a very close friend who has
agreed to help me manage the house.  She's not a servant, and I'd
greatly appreciate it if you would not treat or refer to her as one."

	I lightened my tone.  "I don't have servants.  The concept is
socially uncomfortable.  I suppose I do have a cleaning service, but
they only come once a week."

	Daria said, "Ummm... Sorry.  I didn't mean to insult you.
Having a house this big just implies certain attitudes."

	"Oh, you can insult me all you want.  Just don't insult my
friends, at least not behind their backs."

	Jane rejoined the conversation.  "So this is quite a place you
have here. Looks pretty new.  You have, what?  A new bedroom for each
day of the month?"

	I was toweling myself off a bit at this point.  "Not quite.
I'll give you the grand tour after breakfast, but I suppose I can
offer a few points of interest on our way down to the kitchen.

	"This is, of course, the exercise room.  Use it as much as you
like."

	"We're not really the sweaty, exercise-y types," Daria
responded.  "We prefer mental gymnastics."

	"Yeah, less chance of broken limbs."

	"Being healthy is its own reward.  It's also a pretty wide
open neighborhood, if you like to run outdoors.  Outdoor activity is
best done early or late.  Gets way too hot during the day this time of
year."  Jane was a runner, as I remembered.  Even went out for track
once.

	"Oh, joy," muttered Daria, in her classic monotone.

	"But to help build up your mental muscles, I do have a small
library," I said as we left the room.

	My library/study was only three doors down the hall.  I am a
bibliophile myself and was proud of my collection.  Somewhere in the
neighborhood of 10,000 books.  Probably 4000 SciFi/Fantasy, 1500
classic literature, 1000 modern fiction, 1500 nonfiction and biography
and the rest miscellaneous (Mystery, Childrens, Religious, etc.)  My
comic collection was larger and kept elsewhere.

	Daria muttered that she would have to visit here again later,
which I took to be approval.  I wasn't worried about Daria's lack of
strong verbals at this point.  If the implants were working correctly,
I was expecting muted initial reactions from her, including short,
quiet responses in conversation instead of her trademark verbal
jousting.

	I made small talk the rest of the way downstairs.  I noticed
both girls sniffing the air a bit, and I apologized for not showering
after my workout, in my haste to get them breakfast, that is.

	Mentally, I was wondering if the smell was turning them on or
off. Theoretically anything I did with them should trigger little
spikes of lust in their brains.

	I introduced them to Kasumi.  I don't think they quite knew
how to react to her.  She was beautiful and kind and practically
radiated an aura of motherly goodness.  But she also seemed a bit
subservient... which may have been ameliorated slightly when she
noticed I was still sweaty and sent me to my room to clean up before
she would let me eat.

	I had Alpha route the audio from the kitchen to my earbud as I
went back upstairs to clean up.

	Jane:  "So... Kasumi.  Nice house, huh?"

	Kasumi:  "Oh yes, it is very efficient and new.  It has a very
different feel than where I grew up.  Our house there was old and
beautiful.  But at least here we don't have to make repairs every
day."  I could hear her starting to choke up a bit.

	Jane:  "Oh, hey, sorry... I didn't mean to uhhh..." 

	Daria:  "Hey, breakfast!"

	Kasumi:  "Yes, this morning, I prepared a traditional American
breakfast for you.  Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, cereal and
fruit."

	Sounds of eating.

	Daria:  "So, what's Frank like?"

	Kasumi:  "He is a very kind man.  He has helped me adapt to
America and he helped me find new purpose in life after... I lost my
family a few months ago."  

	I had convinced Kasumi that most people would not understand
the chaos and strangeness of her life in Nerima, so we agreed to
simply tell people that she had lost her family.

	Daria:  "Wow, sorry about your family."

	Kasumi:  "It is all right.  I am learning to make my life
without them.  And Frank has been sending me to classes."

	Jane:  "And he's kinda cute too.  Do you know how old he is?"

	Daria:  "Jane, how about a little self-restraint before you
sprain an eyeball?"

	Jane:  "Oh, bite me, Morgendorffer.  You were checking him out
too."

	Kasumi:  "Yes, he is rather handsome.  I am not certain how
old he is.  I believe he is about 30, but he seems a bit younger than
that sometimes."

	Jane:  "So are you two... y'know, together?"

	Kasumi:  "It is not proper to ask such questions."  *pause*
"I... I do not know.  We have spent a great deal of time together, and
I know he cares for me a great deal.  But I do not think I can claim
him for my own.  I sometimes think that he has spent time with me
mostly to help me recover or to distract me from remembering."

	I really wanted to be available to interrupt this
conversation, but I knew it would happen sooner or later.  My goal was
to eventually get everyone to have sex with everyone else, so that no
one would feel jealous or left out.  But early on, before that
happened, possible problem conversations like this were inevitable.

	I could always just had requested Alpha create some female
orgy-bots, but there was no challenge in it.  An animated masturbation
tool might be fun for a little while, but I felt that in the end, it
would be as interesting as trying to make friends with your own hand.
I had started to love seducing Kasumi using what I knew about her life
in anime, and I was looking forward to seducing Daria and Jane using
what I knew about them.  Suddenly, I felt very manipulative... and
evil... and horny.

	I missed a few minutes of their conversation while I was in
the shower, but when I picked it back up, there didn't appear to be
much of significance being discussed.

	Kasumi:  "Yes, I don't like the idea of having to care for
such a large lawn, so I leave it all to his service.  But I have
spoken to Frank about building my own traditional garden.  I hope to
have the time to prepare the ground this fall, but I don't know if I
will have the time."

	I dressed quickly and headed downstairs.  Apparently I had
missed out on some significant part of their conversation, because
they all gave me an amused look when I entered the kitchen, with Jane
and Kasumi apparently suppressing giggles.

	"Okaaayyy... I assume you've discussed me behind my back,
which is fine and expected.  Kasumi, I don't blame you, as these two
are obviously devious and underhanded and tricked you into revealing
whatever secrets you let loose.  However at the same time, I deny any
and all rumors Kasumi has passed along.  Unless they reflected
positively on me, in which case they were too understated."

	"Kasumi refused to divulge any of your secrets," Jane
responded.

	"So we decided to make them up ourselves," Daria continued.

	"Yeah, so exactly when did you start dressing up as Kris
Kringle's evil brother?"

	"And what exactly are your plans for world domination?"

	And the banter began.  Maybe I was wrong to expect a quiet
Daria to being with?

	After a few minutes of conversation, Daria and Jane had
decided I was a closet computer geek and explained what that meant to
Kasumi.  I protested on the grounds that I was more than just a
computer geek.  I was also a game geek, book nerd and possible comic
book fetishist.

	Daria and Jane only needed minor prodding to provide
conversational entertainment for all.  I did my best to join in
occasionally, but didn't yet have the rhythm down for syncopated
sarcasm.


	After breakfast was over, I gave them the grand tour of the
place, including a brief visit to the basement labs.  They were
impressed (or possibly disturbed) by the masses of computers I had
down there, as I explained how I had made my money with analysis and
predictive computer models of the markets.

	When they saw the lab portion of the basement, I was accused
of being a mad scientist, to which I gave my best mad doctor/world
domination laugh.

	"But seriously, no, I can't tell you.  If I ever get around to
patenting anything, you'll be the first to know.  But for now, I just
want to keep it to myself.  Don't worry, there's nothing explosive or
hazardous down here."

	When we left the house, I locked the doors, and Daria asked me
about an alarm system.  I laughed.

	"You know how I told you I'm working on AI-type programs,
right?  One of the systems I set up is hooked into the outside
cameras."  Here I pointed to a couple cameras discreetly placed around
the house.  "The facial recognition system can identify Kasumi and
myself and now you two.  If someone other than us approaches, an alarm
goes off.  It'll even call the police if the house is forcibly
entered.  And there's another system that runs at night."

	"And if you lose power?"

	"I have a generator backup that would kick in."

	"What if you grow a beard?"

	"There are voice recognition overrides."

	"What if you had a new beard and laryngitis?"

	I laughed and walked on.



	And then we went shopping.  Kasumi didn't have a drivers
license yet and Daria and Jane were new to the area, so I drove
everyone in my minivan.  (I have three vehicles:  a 4 wheel drive
pick-up truck, a minivan and a hybrid compact.)

	I asked about the airline and their missing luggage (knowing
the answer already) and was told that their bags had been tracked to
Detroit where they disappeared.  The airline had refunded their
tickets and paid for replacements.  The girls would be using their own
money for shopping today, but since they had the accounts I set up for
them to represent the insurance and property sales from Lawndale, they
were financially sound for a while.

	I drove us to a mall in the area - fairly empty since it was a
mid-week morning - and the girls took us to a number of different
stores, piling up bag after bag of clothes and miscellaneous
mysterious girl things.

	When I asked for a fashion show strut while they were
in-and-out of the fitting rooms, Daria demurred but Jane jumped on the
idea, choosing flashier and racier outfits to model for me.

	Daria blushed a little and soon accused Jane of wanting to be
like Quinn.

	"Hey, now," I jumped in.  "We're just having a little fun, not
talking about how..." I pressed one of my nostrils closed for a nasal
effect.  "... How the cognoscente of Paris and Milan are so much more
refined and fashion-conscious than the riff-raff of Texas."

	Switching back to a normal voice, I asked, "Didn't you ever
watch Madonna's Vogue video and laugh yourself silly at the
pretentiousness of it?"

	Daria looked like she had been caught a little off guard.
"Critiquing music videos wasn't really my thing, unlike some guys I
used to know... but yeah, I suppose so.  I just don't have the body or
temperament for fashion strutting."

	"Body type is irrelevant when you're trying to have fun like
this, and besides, yours is, to all appearances, perfectly healthy.
And temperament is variable.  I bet if you put your mind to it, you
could even be bouncy and perky!"

	"Perky!"

	"Yea, one thing Morgendorffer has never been accused of being
is 'perky'," interjected Jane, strutting by in a pretty racy babydoll
nighty which dragged my eyes along with her as she went by.

	Kasumi who had been sitting quietly next to me all this time
admonished me. "Frank, it's not nice to tease Daria so."

	I sighed expansively and turned back to Daria.  "I apologize
for having suggested that you were secretly perky.  I promise that if
I ever do so in the future, I'll endeavor to use alternate terms such
as preppy or chippy..."

	"Animated?" Jane suggested.

	"Jaunty?"

	"Bubbly."

	"Enough!  If you want to describe me, pick some antonyms
instead.  And stop staring at Jane like she's a piece of meat you're
appraising."

	Jane posed provocatively.  "Please, Morgendorffer, I am at
least a strip of veal."

	"Wrapped in bacon," I added.  "If I actually offended her, I
would apologize profusely and try to make restitution.  But we're just
having fun.  Come here for a minute."

	I darted up, grabbed Daria's hand, and dragged her back with
me to our viewing bench. 

	"Now look at your friend.  She is obviously very animated and
bubbly at the moment.  She's having fun.  So let's just sit back for a
minute and appreciate her."

	I grabbed both her and Kasumi by their shoulders in a sideways
hug and turned my attention back to the preening Jane.  I think I
threw them all off-kilter a bit with this gesture of intimacy.  I
honestly expected Daria to make an excuse and run away temporarily.

	Daria was immensely attracted to me; this was a programmed
involuntary response.  I had been doing my best to engage with her
intellectually through conversational banter.  And whenever Daria was
with someone she was attracted to, she tended to either freeze up or
run away.  Even her trademark banter wasn't up to par at the moment,
meaning she wasn't yet comfortable with her attraction to me.

	Jane was a bit freer with herself and her emotions.  Not a lot
more, but she was much more socially comfortable than Daria.	

	This time, Daria just froze up.  I gave Daria's shoulder a
squeeze and winked at Jane, who was apparently trying to look like
Marilyn Monroe.  Our tableau only lasted for a minute, but it was a
minute of progress for me.



	I treated everyone to lunch at Red Lobster, at which time I
talked Jane about art for my house.

	"I'm sure you noticed that most of my walls are pretty bare.
The problem is, I have no fashion or decorating sense."

	Kasumi, her mouth full at the moment, nodded in agreement.  I
gave her a mock glare.

	"You, however, are an artist, so I would like to engage your
talents if you are willing."

	"Sure.  What are you looking for?  You want me to shop for you
or paint for you?"

	"Both, probably.  We can invest in some new art supplies for
you this afternoon and you can take a more thorough look around the
house.  I want a mix of styles, and while your judgment will no doubt
be better than mine, I still have a few restrictions:
	"Nothing Dadaist.  Nothing that requires you to be high to
appreciate it.  Nothing totally abstract.  And nothing that looks like
it came off the shopping channel."

	"So, no urinals on display stands and no tie-dye style swirls
of color and no Thomas Kinkade prints.  I can work with that.  What
kind of art do you like?"

	"My favorite artist is probably Turner.  J. M. Turner or
something like that. He did these great landscapes just filled with
energy."

	"J. M. W. Turner."

	"That's him, I think.  But I like a good range of styles.
Classical Realist. Impressionist.  Expressionist.  Modern.  Well, some
expressionist and modern.  I like Warhol and Dali and Chagal and
Toulouse-Lautrec. Some of Picasso's stuff, but not all.  Don't like
Pollock.  Don't like velvet Elvis prints.  I love some classic
illustrations like for Winnie the Pooh and the Sherlock Holmes stuff
from The Strand."

	"I can work with that.  What's your budget for this?"

	"In general, don't worry about the cost.  If you think a Monet
would look nice in a room, go for a reproduction.  I don't want to
turn this into a huge investment, but I'd probably prefer a mix of
nice, original pieces by unknown or upcoming artists and reproductions
of expensive works.  I suppose if you feel the need to go over
$60,000, check with me first."

	Daria commented, "You sure seem to throw around money pretty
freely."

	"Aside from the house and computer setup, most of my
throw-around money helps other people.  And I keep enough investments
going that I shouldn't have to worry. Well, unless I start trying to
collect the old masters.  That would probably bankrupt me pretty
quickly.  Money isn't really important except as a means to an end."

	"So how much are you really worth," Jane whispered
conspiratorially.

	"I don't keep a close track," I whispered back loudly.  "Maybe
somewhere in the $50 to $100 million range."

	She whistled appreciatively.  "That's some investment program
you worked up. Why don't you sell it?"

	"First, because I don't want to.  Second, because it would
stop working if everyone used it.  And third, because it requires some
really serious processing power to crunch the information."



	I made some personal inquiries on the drive back home.

	"So... Daria, Jane.  Are you two... involved with each other?"

	That got some startled, indignant responses.

	"Sorry, I don't know about writers, but it's just that
college-age bohemian artists are often more open, sexually speaking.
And you are obviously very close friends who both went through
emotional trauma.  I was just wondering if it had developed into
anything more than just a close friendship."

	"Nah, we're both straight for now, though I was propositioned
by a hot lady artist a couple years ago.  Why, do you want to see us
make out?"  Jane leaned towards Daria, her lips puckered.

	"Well, if you insist..." I said with an animated leer.  Jane
was obviously reacting to her programming and implant much more than
Daria, but I guess it made sense that the much more repressed Daria
would be much more resistant.

	"Hey, don't I get a vote on this," Daria protested.  "And I'm
good with 'just a close friendship'."

	"And this would expand our list of shared activities," Jane
said as she pressed her suit.  She was obviously joking, but I'm
pretty sure there was another layer to the game.  Jane was testing the
waters, introducing new ideas to Daria, similar to what I was trying
to do.  And don't think that Jane's 'straight for now' comment had
passed unnoticed by me.

	I interjected, "Oh well.  Here I was hoping that one or both
of you might be willing to be Kasumi's first lesbian experience."

	"Frank!" exclaimed a blushing Kasumi, obviously scandalized.

	"What?" I asked innocently.  "You're a beautiful woman.
They're beautiful women.  You're all college age.  Isn't that when
beautiful women are supposed to experiment with each other while men
watch?"

	"Only if they're drunk and trying to build their self-respect
through cheap late-night TV pornos," Daria countered.

	"Hmmm," I mused.  "I think all of you have pretty decent
self-respect, but I can swing by the liquor store if you think it
would help."

	"Help who?  Us or your libido?"

	"Ummm... both?"



	They all agreed that I was lower than pond scum, just like all
men, though I did give an effective enough hang-dog expression that
Daria consented to letting Jane kiss her cheek while I watched...
though my cry of "Woo hoo, now use your tongue!" led to Jane whacking
the back of my seat with a clothes bag.

	With everyone helping, we unloaded the van in just two trips.
I checked my email and the status of various projects Alpha was
working on while the girls were putting their purchases away.

	We had a nice dinner and a quiet evening.  Jane and Daria
retired early and had a long, quiet conversation with each other that
evening.  Alpha told me I was the subject of 56% of their
conversations that night.


	After breakfast the next morning, Jane was waiting for me with
notepad in hand.  "Let's talk art."

	We toured the house, room by room, discussing what would look
good where, if I wanted a theme for different rooms and if I wanted
any sculptures anywhere.

	Jane used the opportunity to get physically close to me often.
Her implants were obviously pumping out lots of dopamine and serotonin
and estrogen and adrenaline in my presence.

	She would need to see from the same perspective, so our heads
needed to be side-by-side.  

	Or... She wanted to get a higher perspective, so I would lift
her up, holding firmly onto her hips, giving her a more than friendly
squeeze on occasion.

	And... She would want me to imagine something, so I would
kneel down and close my eyes.  She would stand behind me, directing my
head, describing the intended view while pressing her chest against
the back of my head letting her breasts try to warm my ears.

	It was after I stood up from one of these intimate discussions
that she asked "So why did you put us in one room when so much of the
house is empty.

	"For a few different reasons.  First, the house will be slowly
filling up over the next year or two.  B, you two are such good
friends, I thought you might want or need each other's close company.
Next, it gives you the college experience.  Well, your room is
probably four times larger than a college dorm room, but it still
gives a bit of the experience.  And finally... what number was I on?"

	"I think you went from number to letter to next, so this would
be fourth, D or 'in conclusion'."

	"Must be distracted.  You wouldn't happen to know why, would
you?  Fourth, if you both really want to live separately for a while,
one of you can move into the room next door."

	"We might.  After all, a girl needs her privacy sometimes."

	When we were checking out one of the second floor bedrooms,
Jane made her move.  I was sitting in a chair, listening to her
suggestion of an underwater themed room.  Jane sat down in my lap,
making sure to press her rear end against my groin.

	"Wow, so is than an umbrella in your pocket, or are you happy
to see me?" and she kissed me.

	It started as a simple kiss, but the intensity rose as we
started groping each other.  By the time our tongues were inside each
other's mouths, she was feeling out the dimensions of my cock through
my jeans.  As for me, I was trying to play with her hard nipples
through her bra.  If I hadn't been having sex regularly, I might've
come in my pants.

	Through a supreme effort of will, I broke the kiss, then
stopped Jane from unbuttoning my shirt.

	"Jane, wait a moment.  You are beautiful, and I desperately
want you.. "

	"So what's the hold-up?" she panted.

	"I'm not going to let anything happen that could come between
you and Daria."

	"I don't know what you're talking about."

	I gave her a pointed look of incredulity.

	"All right, all right!  It's just Daria has a history of
stealing my boyfriends..."

	"So you wanted to claim me first?"

	"Yes.  No.  It's just...  If a guy's cute and smart, she'll
start talking with them and they'll start paying more and more
attention to her and I figured the only chance I'd have would be
swooping in first.  And she never actually does anything serious with
them even after she steals them!"

	"So how many times has she done this?"

	"At least once that I can currently recall."

	"Jane, I'll admit I am attracted to both you and Daria.  But
your friendship is more important than that attraction.  I'm not going
to let myself come between you."

	And if I started sleeping with just one of them, the
friendship would be strained or broken and I'd never get them in bed
together.  Either they had to sleep with each other first or I had to
convince them to agree to a threesome.

	"Why don't you go cool off, then find Daria and have a talk
with her.  And I'll go have a cold shower."

	"Dammit!"  She paused, looking away from me.  "Maybe you're
right."

	Even so, I'll admit I wasn't above copping a feel as I lifted
her off my lap.

	My first thought upon Jane leaving was to find Kasumi and
pound her silly. But that would be unfair to her.  I guess I was
thinking of her more and more as a real person instead of just a
character... which was good, I suppose.

	I stopped myself from jacking off and went to my room to take
a quick cold shower.

	Alpha reported that Jane had apparently tried to masturbate,
but failed to get herself off.  I asked Alpha to alert me when she
joined Daria so I could listen in.

	I was dressed and down in my lab around noon when Alpha
alerted me that Jane was approaching Daria, who was exploring the
library.

	"Hey there, Daria."

	"Jane... what's up?"  She sounded suddenly suspicious.  "You
know I can tell when something's up with you.  Are you plotting the
overthrow of the government by force and violence?"

	"We... aaahhh... need to talk."

	"You did it, didn't you?  You already made out with Frank.
Dammit, Jane, you know I don't like very many guys, so as soon as we
meet a new guy, you have to just swoop right in?"

	"It's not like that.  Not exactly.  And we didn't do
anything... much."

	"So... what?  Because I didn't stake a claim the day I met
him, that means you get him?"

	"Jesus, Morgandorffer, listen to you.  It usually takes you a
few months to start liking a new guy.  Except for Trent.  So is Frank
your new Trent?  Your new secret crush that you'll blush every time he
talks to you?"

	"Yes, because I suddenly regressed to being 15 years old
again.  I'm just not comfortable with making the first move like
that."

	"Anyway, you're jumping to conclusions.  Frank and I are not
an item.  He won't get involved with me unless I clear it with you
first."

	"What?  Are you kidding?  Since when did I become your
keeper?"

	"So I have your permission?"

	"Sure, go ahead!  Fuck the whole damn city for all I care!"

	Jane started to storm out, appeared to calm herself and
stopped.  "Look, Daria, what he actually said was that he wouldn't
start anything with me because he didn't want to come between us.  And
when did you get such a potty mouth?"

	"I'm an adult.  I can say whatever the hell I want to."

	"Daria, the thing is, he's right.  I think he's a great guy.
He's rich, he's funny, he's considerate, he's in great shape.  He
knows enough about art not to sound like an idiot but still defers to
my taste.  He really gets me wet, if you know what I mean.  But he's
not you."

	"Could I get a warning before you hit on me?"

	"I prefer surprise when I stalk my many lesbian conquests...
Jeez, Daria.  The point is, guys come and go.  Heck, we're at the age
where we should be able to sample any guy we want.  But best friends
are rare. As much as I want him, I want you too."

	Daria grinned through her tears.  "Dammit, Lane.  I told you
I'm not a lesbian."

	"How about Bi?"

	"Now you're talking, let me get my dildo."  They hugged,
smiling and tearful.

	Despite the wording of the conversation, it was obvious they
were joking and not preparing for a bout of Sapphic love.  At the same
time, I knew they were starting to feel each other out, emotionally.
These versions were definitely bi-sexual.  Or at least bi-curious.

	Daria broke the hug.  "So what are we going to do?"

	"Well, I see three options.  Option one, neither of us get
him, we leave him to Kasumi."

	"A logical solution, but it doubt we can make it stick."

	"Option two, we share him."

	"I don't know, is he a Mormon?"

	"I doubt it, but who knows?  Maybe we could all convert.  Or
Islam.  Don't Muslims get multiple wives?"

	"Yes, but I wouldn't know where to shop for a good burka.
What's option three?"

	"I get him and you find another guy."

	Daria grabbed a backrest pillow from a chair and whacked
Jane's arm with it.

	"So that's another no.  That leaves us with option 2.

	"What about option 4, you back off and I date him?"

	"I thought we were trying to keep things realistic," said
Jane, which led to another pillow whack.

	After an uncomfortable or thoughtful pause, Daria asked, "Do
you seriously think we could share him?  Why don't we just make him
choose?"

	"I don't think he will.  I mean I was throwing myself at him,
even felt up his package, and he wouldn't go any further.  And all
because he said he refused to break up our friendship.  And I can't
imagine our friendship being the same after we made him choose one of
us."

	"Yeah, I suppose not.  This really sucks, doesn't it."

	"Yeah, I guess.  So what, we date him on alternate nights?
Draw straws?  And what about Kasumi?  I know she's in love with him."

	"I forgot about her.  She's too nice for me to be willing to
deep-six her chances."

	Their conversation continued for a few more minutes and
included many references to Tom Sloane, the boyfriend Daria had stolen
from Jane... but they failed to reach a definite conclusion concerning
me.

	I thought about it for a while and decided that they needed to
stew overnight.  I couldn't rush this or it might end badly.

	I called Kasumi directly through the intercom (instead of
using Alpha) and told her that I needed to work late in the lab
tonight.  I recommended she spend some time talking with Daria and
Jane, maybe see if she could work them into the cooking schedule if
either of them could cook.  

	"Or maybe you three could go out for a night on the town
tomorrow night or sometime this week."

	"That would be nice, but I have a class tomorrow night."

	"Oh, that's right.  Cajun Cuisine, right?  Well, you three
could go out for dinner tonight if you want.  I'll just warm up some
leftovers when I get hungry."

	I actually did have work to do.  Alpha and I had some serious
work to do on the next addition to the family.  Plus, I hadn't been
able to spend much quality time with Alpha this week.


	Since Daria and Jane were not even remotely early risers, I
had a chance to talk with Kasumi in the morning before they got up.
She said their conversations had mostly revolved around possible plans
for the future, but on the way back home, Daria and Jane broached the
subject of sharing me out.

	Kasumi refused to make decisions for me, so Daria and Jane
went ahead with their plans where they would alternate nights among
the three of them.

	I paused for a different thought.  Hmmm... Kasumi usually
takes a bath or shower after her early morning exercise sessions, so
she's probably all nice and clean at the moment.

	I grinned at her.  "So, share me around?  But you're going to
be gone tonight, so maybe I can spend a little time with you this
morning."

	"Frank, I need to prepare breakfast for the... aaaa..."  

	I interrupted her by scooping her up and throwing her over my
shoulder.  We were in the kitchen and needed a bed or... Aha.  I
grabbed a handful of kitchen towels and carried her into a nearby
sitting room.

	I set her down, untied her apron and pulled her entire dress
up over her head.  Towels on the couch, panties down, her down on the
couch and I dove in for my morning muff dive.  I hadn't really given
her much foreplay, but I had found from previous experience that it
often wasn't needed.  

	Kasumi had definitely gained some vaginal flavoring since her
birth and I dove in with zest, intent on giving her a quick come.
Responding to my aggressive behavior, she didn't disappoint and was
jamming her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out too loudly in
less than five minutes.

	I looked up at her, grinning as I kept up a steady licking.
"Are you ready for the main event?"

	"Yes... quickly, please."

	I dropped my pants and shorts, laid her lengthwise on the
couch and thrust into her fully.  No condoms needed since she had been
on the pill for a couple months. She was hot, wet and welcoming.  I
sought out her mouth as my arms enveloped her. Her legs wrapped around
me, holding me as deep inside her as possible.

	With her legs encouraging my movements, I began thrusting into
her, almost violently.  I started whispering to her, knowing I was
winding her up more and more.

	"You'd better keep quiet.  If you cry out too loudly, Daria
and Jane will hear.  They'll come down and see us here on the couch,
out in the open.  If you aren't quiet, they'll see you.  They'll see
you with your pussy open and wet."  

	I raised her bra and caressed her breasts and pinched her
nipples.  

	"They'll see your beautiful breasts out in the open here.
They'll know how you look when you're being fucked.  They'll see how
you look when you come.  So the question is... do you want them to
see?"  

	I gave an extra hard thrust, resulting in a noticeable cry
from her.

	"Do you want them to come down?  Do you want them to join us?
To kiss you while I fuck you?  Do you want to kiss them while I fuck
them?  Do you want them to taste you as they suck my cock?  Do you
want to taste them off my cock?  Do you want to drink my come out of
their cunts?"

	I was pounding with machine gun rapidity now, eliciting a
variety of squeaks and grunts from her.  My voice was reduced to
panting comments.

	"Can you... feel me... deep... inside you?  Knocking.... on
the... door... of your... womb...  Your nipples... are so... hard..."
Here I pinched them, back and forth between breasts.  "Your... your
clit... so hard..."  I reached down and rubbed it.
	"I'm... I'm about... to come... I want... you... to let go...
and... come... at the... same... time...  Now!"  I let go inside of
her, pumping her full of my seed, and at the same time, felt her cunt
clutching at my cock, spasming around my member.

	I collapsed on top of her for a moment, and felt her heaving
lungs under me.

	After a moment, I gathered myself and pulled out of her and
knelt next to her.  I pulled a towel out from under her, wiped my
penis clean, then started wiping her pussy clean.  Kasumi recovered
enough to take over, pulling her bra back into place and taking
another towel to wipe up her juices.

	She whispered to me, "Someone was watching us."  She nodded to
the doorway behind me.

	"Which one?"

	"I'm not sure.  I saw a shadow but whichever one was there was
moving away by the time I looked around."

	"So, do you think we put on a good show for her?"  I grinned
and kissed her. "I hope you enjoyed it.  I know I did."  I moved in
close to her ear and whispered, "Don't ever doubt that I love you."

	I helped her put her clothes back on and returned with her to
the kitchen.  I made sure to hand her the towels, telling her it was
her choice whether to put them in the laundry or back out on the
kitchen counter.  She shushed me and put them in the laundry.

	Daria and Jane joined us in the kitchen just a couple minutes
after we had cleaned up and returned.

	"Good morning, ladies.  So how was your dinner out last
night?"

	Daria, still groggy with sleep, responded with a "No talking
til coffee."

	Huh.  Pretty different early morning awareness from a couple
days ago.  Then again, that was her activation wake-up.  Wow, it had
seemed a lot longer.  But my thoughts digress.

	Jane seemed a bit more awake.  "It was fun.  So, Frank... did
you have fun last night?  Or maybe this morning?"

	Ah, well, that mystery was solved.

	"Last night was productive.  This morning?  Kasumi and I had a
lot of fun just before you came down."  I looked Jane straight in the
eye and winked.  
	"Maybe if you and Daria had come down a few minutes earlier,
you could have joined in."  She blushed a bit.

	Daria, who was filling her coffee cup, said, "Umph.  No banter
before coffee. And Jane, why are you so awake?  You're even less of a
morning person than I am."

	Once we were mostly done eating and Daria seemed to be
actually conscious of her surroundings, I asked again about last
night.

	"Oh it was good.  Kasumi is a really nice person.  Oh hey,
Jane and I were wondering last night..."

	"Yes?"

	"When is Sick Sad World on down here?"

	I blinked, my conversational expectations completely thrown
for a loop.  "Uhhh, Sick Sad World.  Is that that weird show that
showcases the worst rumors in the world presented as fact every week?"

	Daria responded, "Only for the really good episodes."

	"It's off the air.  It's been replaced by a whole series of
shows that 
do their best to totally destroy your faith in humanity thus
threatening to drive their viewers to suicide every time they tune in.
They call it, Reality Television."

	Daria and Jane laughed, and Kasumi, who rarely watched TV,
looked confused.

	"But seriously... off the air?"

	Shit.  If they actually started searching for Sick, Sad World,
they would undoubtedly find links to the Daria TV show.  It might
result in a mind-wipe and re-write, this time without Sick, Sad World
reference.  But as long as they did their searching from here at the
house... I made a mental note to have Alpha work up some phoney Sick,
Sad World references for local search redirects. 

	"Yup. Sorry.  We can look in the TV guide to double-check, if
you'd like.  In other news, Kasumi has a class tonight, so would you
two ladies do me the honor of joining me in a night out on the town?"

	They looked at each other.   Jane spoke up.  "Sure.  Where
exactly would we go?"

	"Depends on what you'd like to do.  There's a music hall that
showcases local bands.  I'm not much of a dancer, but they have that
too.  Or there are plenty of mid-summer blockbusters which would no
doubt like to damage our hearing with stereophonic explosions.  Or I
can just take you on a tour of metroplex nightlife, with which I am
only slightly familiar."

	"Explosions are good, especially if body parts are involved,"
Jane commented.

	Daria said, "Music might be good, and songs tend to have more
plot to them than explosion movies."

	Jane suggested, "Or we could drive around with the windows
down and follow our ears."

	"All excellent suggestions.  How about we play it by ear.  We
could include a drive-by of the music hall and cinema marquee to see
if anything sounds good."

	The day passed fairly uneventfully.  

	Jane and I finished our art tour of the house and I drove her
to a supply store for basic supplies.  There was a bit of
knee-caressing during the drive, but no making out and no
conversations about yesterday or this morning.

	I talked to Daria about books and bookstores.  I told her
about the Half-Price bookstore chain in the area with their huge
selections, and especially about their occasional half-of-half-off
sales.  She made me promise to take her to one, and I suggested we
make a day of it sometime, visiting multiple stores one right after
the other.

	And I took Kasumi on a trip to the market for the ingredients
she needed to bring for the class tonight.  It was an active, hands-on
series of classes, where you cooked a couple dishes during every
class.

	That evening, we went out to eat, then drove around.  The
music coming from a local college bar sounded good.  And since it was
geared towards college students, many of whom were under 21, it was
sectioned off so underage people could pay the cover and get
non-alcoholic drinks.  And they rarely paid attention when people
shared drinks.

	I don't know if Jane and Daria, both about 18 or 19, ever
drank or if they were just trying to be cool, but they accepted my
offer to share my beer with them. Then another, though I stopped them
after a third beer.  Myself, I only had one, followed by Coke and Root
Beer.

	After a few hours here, listening to a couple different bands
play sets, we called it a night.  The bar had their own voluntary
breathalyzer, which showed I was perfectly fine to drive.

	The girls seemed a bit buzzed.  I was pretty sure they weren't
drunk, but they were loosened up a bit.

	"Are you two feeling up to a conversation?"

	"Sure."  "Ya-huh."

	"So... I hear that you have decided to share me among you, is
that right?"

	"Well, unless you want to specifically ask one of us out,"
said Jane.  Daria punched her in the arm.

	"Not particularly.  I think of the two of you as a package
deal.  It wouldn't be fair to either of you to try to break up the
set."

	"That's an... interesting way to put it.  So we're like salt
and pepper?"

	"Bacon and eggs?"

	"Batman and Robin?"

	"Yes, yes and no.  Look, I'll understand if a year from now,
you find yourselves a nice set of twins to settle down with.  Y'see, I
think the two of you have pretty much the same taste in men, which can
lead to a serious risk to your friendship anytime one of you wants to
date someone.

	"That means I'm actually okay with the idea of you two sharing
me between you.  Just try not to get jealous of each other, because
I'd seriously rather back out of the arrangement than come between
you.  Metaphorically speaking.  Literally speaking, I'd love to come
between you."

	Wow, in a normal situation with these two, my amazing display
of ego would be suffering a thousand punctures from them by now.  Even
so, I was worried I was maybe pushing things too far too fast.  Still,
in for a penny...

	"Speaking of which, I do need to know if you are both ready
for a physical relationship."

	Jane looked at Daria.  "I am, but Daria..."

	Daria interrupted her.  "I am too."

	Jane asked, "Are you sure?"

	"Yes.  But I think another drink might be necessary to relax
me for actual copulation."

	I jumped back into the conversation.  "Actually, I'm going to
say no to the drink for two important reasons.  First, if you aren't
willing to do something sober, then you shouldn't do it at all.
Second, the first time for someone should always be special and
memorable... and memory tends to get fuzzy when drinking is involved."

	Daria observed, "You sure like to number things and makes
lists a lot, don't you?"

	"Huh.  Never thought of it before.  I suppose you're right...
Speaking of which, pop sobriety test!  Jane, list off the alphabet
backwards.  Daria, list all 50 states.  Go!"

	Which was a mistake.  Entertaining, but I had no chance to
catch any errors since they both listed them off simultaneously.
Still, they seemed confident in their answers.

	When we got home, I added one more condition.... yes, a
condition to possibly prevent the arrangement to which I had been
guiding them.  I turned around in my seat and took them by the hands.
"One more thing.  Kasumi.  I am not going to cut Kasumi out of my
life."

	It was unfair to make such a demand when I knew I was pounding
their brains with various artificially-stimulated hormones with my
attention.

	"Of course not," Jane piped up.

	"Yeah," said Daria, blushing.  "She's like... ummmm... well, I
didn't really get along with my sister, so... like a really nice
friend."

	"Good.  Would you two ladies do me the honor of accompanying
me upstairs?"

	"Both of us?" Daria stammered, blushing more.  "I thought we
were going to flip a coin or something..."

	"Yes, both of you.  At least for this first night, and after
that we'll see. But I want you to stay together tonight.  For each
other and for me."  Holding their hands, I kept looking back and forth
between them, looking directly into their dilated eyes.
	"Now come on."  

	I pulled them out of the car and, with an arm wrapped around
each one, maneuvered our trio into the house and up the stairs to the
master bedroom.

	Daria pulled away when we entered the bedroom.  "Doesn't it
seem like this is going a little too fast?  I mean, don't take this
the wrong way, but we've only known you for two or three days.  And...
and I can't think straight when you're around."

	"Well, I didn't mean to... no, that's not right.  I suppose I
am pressuring you a bit here, but that's just because I do really want
to do this.  What would you like to do?"

	"I want to do this too, but I know it doesn't make any sense.
Did you slip us roofies or something?"

	"Daria!  Frank wouldn't do that... would you?"

	"No, I wouldn't.  I actually don't know much about roofies
except that they mess up your memory, which is the exact opposite of
what I want to happen.  Daria, as I understand it, you're still a
virgin.  What I want to happen is for you to have such an amazing
night that you can tell your children and grandchildren about it as an
example of one of the best nights of your life.  I don't want you to
discover what an orgasm during sex is like, I want you to discover
what it's like to orgasm so much you lose consciousness.
	"But what I don't want is for you to do this because I'm
pressuring you to." 

	I considered my options for a moment.

	"Tell you what, Daria.  I will leave the room for a few
minutes.  You and Jane discuss this.  I want you to consider that
maybe you're having second thoughts because you're afraid, emotionally
and physically.  All I can do is assure you that I will do my best to
never hurt you either way... well, except for the whole hymen thing.
I'm told that hurts a bit at first, but I promise to be gentle.  
	"I'll be outside in the hall when you're ready."

	I exited the room but my shirt was already off by that point,
so I handed it to Jane as I left.  I tried to eavesdrop via Alpha, but
the girls were whispering.  From the snatches of conversation I
caught, Jane was on my side and Daria was wavering.

	Finally, the door opened and Jane gestured me inside.

	Jane said, "Okay, this is our plan.  You and me start out.
Daria stays and joins in later if she wants to.  Is that okay?"

	"Sounds good to me, but before we start, let me offer one more
argument to Daria."  

	I went to her and gave her as intense a kiss as I could muster
without tongues or groping.  After a minute, I released her, and she
sat limply on the bed.

	"Now, Jane.  Come here..."  I took her face in my hands,
leaned down slightly and we started a soul-searing kiss punctuated
with dueling tongues.  I let my hands roam, eventually settling on her
ass, which was eminently squeezable.  Apparently mine was too, if
Jane's similarly exploring hands were any indication.
	I broke off the kiss and spoke to her quietly.  "I like to
start nights like this with some cunnilingus, so if you have no
objection... " I picked her up and tossed her onto my extra large bed.
	I kicked off my shoes, removed my pants and crawled after her,
clad only in my boxers.  "I think you're wearing entirely too much
clothing, and I think I should rectify that situation."
	Jane was panting and seemed to have been struck dumb.  Her
hands moved to her pants, but I caught them, gave them each a kiss and
set them aside.  "That's my job right now.  You're my present that I
need to unwrap."

	I took my time.  I started with her shoes and socks, giving
each big toe a suckle.  I avoided caressing the feet in case of
ticklishness, instead focusing on the calves.  When I finished with
her feet, I unsnapped her jeans and worked them down and off her legs,
keeping my eyes locked to hers the whole time.

	I crawled back up her body and pulled her t-shirt off, taking
the opportunity to lick her ear and suck on her neck a little.  While
I was kissing and licking her randomly about her upper body, I
unsnapped her bra after minimal fumbling and exposed those lovely
creamy handfuls.

	"These deserve a great deal of attention, but at the moment,
I'm hungry."  I slid her panties off in a single motion and pulled her
legs apart.
	But before settling down to my task, I looked over at Daria,
who was staring with silent, wide-eyed fascination.  "Feel free to
move around for a better view. If I have my way, you're next."
	I started to move down to feast, but had another thought.
Looking back at Daria, I suggested, "Daria, I have a better idea.  Sit
next to Jane and hold her hand.  Let me know how hard she squeezes."

	Astonishingly, she did so.  I think she was letting go,
falling under my spell.

	"Oh, and you're welcome to masturbate, but don't take off any
clothes. You're my present for later."

	Jane was completely shaved.  Actually, I didn't remember if
she would grow pubic hair or not.

	Regardless, I went down on her with enthusiasm.  Her juices
were bland, like Kasumi was in the beginning, but her reactions were
enthusiastic.  She came immediately, getting release from all the
build-up, but I kept going and so did she.  She tried to climb to the
ceiling, using her feet on my back as purchase, and apparently wanted
to take my head with her for the climb.

	When I added my fingers to the fun, digging one, then two,
then three into her pussy, sawing in and out, she started squirting
juices into my face and mouth. I ate her for about 15 minutes and I
think she came half a dozen times before I stopped.  Either she was a
much more sexual creature than we saw on TV, or she was really wound
up from the two days of teasing.

	As Jane started to settle back down onto the bed, I looked up
at the two best friends to see Daria whipping her right hand out of
her pants while her left hand was still clutched by Jane.

	Daria was turning red with embarrassment.  "It's okay, Daria.
How many times do you think she came?"

	"Seven.  Or maybe eight.  I couldn't tell with one of... what
are you doing?"

	I took her right hand and licked her fingers, which were wet
with her juices. "I'm cleaning you up so you can play with yourself
more."  I licked her fingers clean, keeping my eyes on her face the
entire time.

	Once she was clean, I kissed each finger and placed the hand
gently on her waist.  Then I turned back to Jane, who had been
languidly watching our interplay.

	"Jane, are you ready for actual fucking?"

	"I'm still conscious, aren't I?  You gotta fuck me til I pass
out."

	"No promises, but I'll be happy to try.  How would you like to
start?"

	"You pick."

	"Doggy style, then.  It lets me thrust in deeper.  Are you on
the pill?"

	"No, not yet."

	I removed my boxers, letting my hard-on spring into view.  I
pulled a box of condoms out from my bedside table and removed one from
the foil packaging.  Unlike with Kasumi, who I was trying to draw into
being an interactive sex partner, I didn't make Jane put the condom on
herself.  

	Hopefully my quickie with Kasumi this morning would let me
last longer, but at the same time, I wasn't seriously worried about
not being able to get it up again.

	Jane was on her hands and knees, looking back at me.  Daria
was sitting next to her, but was no longer holding Jane's hand.

	I moved up behind Jane and swiped my dick up and and down her
pussy slit a few times, then slowly pushed inside her.  She felt as
tight as a virgin, which was technically accurate, hymen or no.

	I went slowly, pulling out, then pushing back in a bit
further, working my way inside of her hot wetness.  When I was finally
all the way inside of her, I leaned forward and cupped her breasts.

	She was muttering quietly which turned into a chant as I
started moving in and out, "So full... is good... fuck... fuck...
fuck..."

	I started with a deliberately slowly increasing pace, taking
my time.  Once she felt stretched enough that I wasn't going to hurt
her, I started picking up the pace.

	I couldn't easily keep hold of her tits while pistoning like
this, so I straightened up moving one hand to her hip and reached
under with the other to her pussy.  I could feel her pubis push down a
bit with each thrust as I played with her clit.

	After 20 minutes or so, I felt occasional spasms within her
cunt, but no great clutching.  I think she was building up, but not
actually coming like she did when I was eating her.

	"Daria, put your hand here," I said, indicating the area
between her cunt and belly button.  You can feel me fucking your best
friend from the outside."

	Daria didn't rush to obey, but her hand moved close enough
that I could take it in mine and guide it to where it needed to be.  I
held it there, feeling Janes lower belly being pressed out slightly in
a line with each thrust.

	"Daria, Jane is getting hotter and hotter, but I don't think
she's come yet... and I think you can help her.  You see, in this
position, I don't rub against her clit properly.  You can help your
friend climax if you just rub her clit for her.  Would you do that for
Jane?"

	"Yeah, Daria," Jane grunted, "help me out."

	Daria seemed like she was in a daze.  She didn't say anything,
but moved her hand down a few inches to the crest of Jane's pussy
lips.  I could feel her hand brushing against my cock with each thrust
forward.

	"Now rub it... in a circle... back and forth... do what...
feels good... for you.  Jane... that's Daria... touching your clit...
Daria wants you to come."

	I pinched Jane's nipple hard with one hand while I pushed
Daria's fingers against her clit.

	And Jane came, gushing fluids all over Daria's hand and my
cock, her pussy walls clamping down on me. 

	The scene and sensations pushed me over the edge too and I
filled the condom with my sperm.

	After I regained my senses, I noticed that Jane had mostly
collapsed on the bed.

	"Jane?"

	Daria answered, "I don't think she's unconscious, but she does
look kinda out of it."

	I extricated myself from Jane carefully and laid her down on
her side.  I removed the condom, tied it off and dropped if off the
side of the bed.

	"So, Daria... may I ravish you?"

	"Ravish me?"

	"I can't promise that you'll come as much as Jane, but I can
promise to try my best to make you."

	She didn't answer, her eyes kept looking away, then back at
me, then away.  I think the level of hormones and lust coursing
through her body were just too foreign an experience for her.  She
needed to feel release or she'd never acclimate.  Or so I believed.

	Naked with an erection that had only partially flagged, I
crawled across Jane to Daria.  She looked a little like a mouse too
scared to run, poor little thing. She was no great beauty, and
probably never would be.  Not that she was physically unattractive.
Far from it, her face and skin were smooth, with strong cheeks and
eyes that were normally bright and inquisitive, hidden beneath her
glasses.  Her hair, with only minor attention, could become gorgeous.
Her body was young and thin and perfect, hidden beneath normally drab,
shapeless clothing.

	I sat next to her and took her in my arms.  "Don't be afraid.
I'm going to give you experiences you only dreamed about before, and
Jane, your sister in every way that matters, will be here to share
it."

	We kissed for 5 or 10 minutes before she lost the tenseness
that held her body taught like a bowstring.  I moved on to explore her
body with my hands, moving slowly, trying to keep the tension from
restarting.  I played with her hair and massaged her scalp.  I drew
imaginary patterns on her back.  I moved to her front and cupped her
breasts through her shirt and bra.

	I finally broke off kissing and moved us both to an upright
kneeling position, facing each other.  Her tension returned as I
pulled her shirt up and over her head.  I spent another 5 minutes or
so easing the tension away as I kissed and caressed her upper body.

	It was like this throughout the whole process of stripping
her.  Every piece of clothing I took off made her body lock up to one
degree or another.  And every time, I soothed and caressed and kissed
her nervousness away.  From our first kiss, it took about half an hour
to get her completely naked.

	I laid her naked body next to Jane, who had been watching
quietly for most of this process.  I took Daria's hand and placed it
in Jane's for safe keeping.

	Now some may argue that it is repetitious and boring to keep
using the same method every time I fuck a new girl.  Lick her cunt,
then fuck her.  I do it for a few different reasons.  One, it give me
time to make sure I'm fully erect.  Two, I enjoy giving pleasure.  And
three, it will probably give the woman a very good memory of our first
time together, thus making it more likely that she'd come back to me
again later.

	Wow, I really do like enumerating lists.  I should really stop
doing that.

	Number three there isn't as big a deal with my artificial
harem, but I still wanted them to have good experiences and memories.

	So I started licking Daria's pussy.  On a purely esthetic
level, her's was a bit more closed off.  First, she had normal pubic
hair.  It wasn't a forest down there, but it was fully grown.  I
decided to give her a bikini trim myself at some later time and denude
the lips themselves.

	The hair itself was very soft and downy.  And as an odd note,
probably due to her newborn status, not a single hair came free as I
licked.  They were all strongly rooted in the skin.

	If I decided to shave her completely, her pubic lips would
give her a prepubescent appearance.  Her cunt was completely folded
over itself, looking like a hairy coin purse.  As I began to delve
within, moisture became evident, but the inner lips were revealed to
be tiny.  At least her pussy felt like it was a normal size to my
questing tongue.

	I varied my methods down there: gentle licking and stroking...
digging deep with my tongue... sucking on the clit to draw it out...
and finally delving into the pussy with my fingers while my tongue and
lips played with her clitoris.  This last method seemed to be her
favorite and she came.

	She lacked the gushing, acrobatic climbing that I had
experienced with Jane, but giving her an orgasm like this seemed more
of an accomplishment.  I was prouder of this one orgasm than I had
been of Jane's half a dozen.

	I continued to lick and stroke her evenly for a minute, not
wanting to let her come down completely.

	"Jane, could you grab me a condom?"  Jane had to twist and
stretch a bit, because Daria wasn't letting go of her hand, but a
moment later I had my condom.  Looking at Daria's strong grip on Jane,
I discarded my notion to have Jane put the condom on my renewed
hard-on.

	I removed myself from Daria's crotch and rolled the condom on
as quickly as possible.  Grabbing a pillow, I lifted Daria's buttocks
and stuffed the pillow under her to lift her hips.  Even though she
wasn't a gusher like Jane, Daria easily provided enough lubrication as
I rubbed my dick up and down her pussy lips.

	"Are you ready?"  Daria gave a brief nod and closed her eyes.
She hadn't spoken in at least half an hour. 

	But as I started inserting my nine-inch cock into her pussy,
Daria let loose with an "Oh God!" and thrust back up at me violently.
I usually like to take it slow, especially with virgins, but Daria had
me four inches deep on that first thrust.  I think it even broke her
hymen, since I didn't feel it as I continued working my way inside.

	One of Daria's hands continued to grip Jane's and the other
moved to her clit where she furiously masturbated while her hips
thrust up to meet me.

	For my first dozen strokes, I think she came with each one and
by the end, I was battering her cervix with my dick.

	After only a minute or two of thrusting, she collapsed, eyes
closed, body completely limp.

	Myself, I was probably still a few minutes away from coming.
I continued to slowly saw in and out, but I didn't want to come inside
a sleeping woman.  Jane was stroking her face and whispering into her
ear.  To keep myself occupied, I played with her nipples, which felt
like little dark diamonds poking out of her soft warm flesh.

	After three or four minutes of this, Daria seemed to come
around.  She opened her eyes and looked around uncomprehendingly.
When she finally seemed to remember what happened and noticed that I
was still inside her, she immediately seemed to jump back into high
gear.

	Her legs leaped up behind me and pulled me tight into her
crotch, while at the same time she thrust her right hand back down to
her clit, forcing her fingers between our bodies to play with it.

	Her legs let me pull back enough to thrust in and out, but I'm
sure there was no way she was letting me go.  I honestly couldn't pick
out any orgasms, but there was no doubt she was having the time of her
life.

	About 10 minutes into this frenzy, I came, which seemed to
frustrate Daria. She wanted more and my member was starting to lose
some of its hardness.  She wasn't letting me loose, her legs trying to
force me back into a pumping motion. My erections don't immediately go
soft after I come, but I was going to need a little recovery time
before I could continue.

	"Jane!  Give me your hand."

	She looked confused but she complied.  I thrust her hand down
to join Daria's and she understood.  Jane's hand on her clit was
enough to push her over the top and Daria came massively again, once
again collapsing into semi-consciousness.

	"Wow. Thank you, Jane.  I was afraid I'd be trapped," I said
as I extricated myself from Daria.
	"I should be up for another round, but I need a few minutes to
recover.  I disposed of the condom and arranged us so that Jane and I
were cuddling on either side of Daria, both of us playing with Daria
and each other while we waited for Daria to come around again.

	Instead of waking up, Daria started softly snoring.

	Jane said, "I think Daria is out of it for the night, but I'm
good for one more go if you are."

	We carefully extricated ourselves and tucked Daria under the
covers.

	Jane and I went off to the other side of the bed for a
thoroughly pleasant missionary fuck.  

	While I would have preferred to be the meat in the sandwich,
Daria probably needed the support and attention more, so we cuddled up
on either side of her and went to sleep.

* * * * *

	I woke up first and debated whether or not I should leave the
girls to wake up together.  Daria might well freeze up upon finding
herself in bed with me, but she wouldn't do so with Jane.  On the
other hand, it would be insensitive to leave her alone the morning
after her first time with a man.

	In the end, my inner debates didn't matter.  Maybe I had been
moving around a bit without quite realizing it or maybe it was
coincidence, but while I was trying to decide what to do, Jane rolled
over with an outstretched arm, whacking both Daria and myself, with
the unexpected contact waking herself in the process too.

	"Aaah!"

	"Wha?"

	"Good morning, you two.  How are you doing this morning?"

	Jane said, "Great, but I think I'll be walking bow-legged for
a week.   How about you, Daria?  You were a real tiger last night when
you finally got into it."

	"I was not.  And how am I supposed to feel anyway?  Sore, I
guess."

	"Well, everyone's different," I mused, "but ideally, you
enjoyed last night as a very memorable personal experience and want to
spend more time with me and repeat the experience many times over."

	"I... well, maybe.  It was just kinda... intense."

	"Intense?  Daria, you came so much you passed out," Jane said
while patting her cheek affectionately.  "I almost did too.  I don't
think I've ever had that much fun in bed before."

	"I'm just a slut now, I guess.  It just doesn't feel like that
was me.  It's like I was someone else."

	I jumped back in.  "I vote that it was an updated version of
Daria which you can choose to re-activate any time you want to."  No
response other than a mild look of disbelief.

	So, either not a jokeable subject yet or my joke just
sucked... or both.  Time for another insightful mini-lecture that the
TV series loved so much.

	"Daria, you are naturally a very reserved person.  But when
you were able to give that up for a while last night and let yourself
go, I think we had a great experience and a lot of fun.  I know I had
a great time with both of you.  You can choose to continue to avoid
those experiences and shut yourself off, or you can choose to
occasionally let go like last night and have lots of orgasms."

	"Orgasms should not be the driving purpose of one's life."

	"Of course not, but they can enhance the life and
relationships that you do have."  Here I leaned over and kissed her
bare shoulder.

	Maybe I should just avoid these conversations this early in
the morning.  It's not like I'm even an expert at these
heart-to-hearts to begin with.

	"Well, I am going to go shower and get dressed.  I'll let you
and Jane talk for a bit if you want to.  But before I go, let me
remind you that you two..." I took Jane's hand in mine.  "As best
friends who trust each other..."  I lifted the sheets and moved our
hands underneath.  "Each of you was able to help give the other an
earth-shattering orgasm last night."  I put Jane's hand over Daria's
pussy and pressed down.

	"Hey!"

	"Cut it out!"  Jane snatched her hand back.

	I grinned and got out of bed, unashamedly naked.  "I'm just
offering the possibility that there's more to your friendship than you
might expect.  I don't think either of you would have had as many
orgasms or orgasms that were that good if you hadn't been there
together.  Daria, you especially probably couldn't have relaxed enough
to enjoy it if Jane hadn't been there."

	And I went into the bathroom.  I left the door cracked open in
case they wanted to visit or talk more, but focused on my shaving,
teeth brushing and showering.  They were gone from the bedroom by the
time I came out to get dressed.


	Downstairs, I found Kasumi sitting in the kitchen, going
through her cooking notebook.

	I leaned in from behind and kissed her cheek.  "Good morning,
Kasumi.  How was the class last night?"

	"Good morning, Frank.  The class was very good.  We made
Jambalaya and Poor Boy sandwiches and gave them to a homeless
shelter."

	"I think they're called Po'boys, if I remember my Nawlin's
dialect correctly."

	She smiled at me.  Her smile still warms me every time.

	"So how was your night with the girls?  I came home early
enough to hear some... activity... in your room."

	"It was very nice.  Jane is very enthusiastic.  Daria was very
reluctant, but we won her over.  She... Once she let her guard down, I
think she had a great evening."

	"That's nice, I'm happy for her."

	And that was Kasumi.  Whatever worries she might have for
herself or her future, she would always be happy for her friends and
family.

	I had breakfast and spent a few hours down in the lab, going
through possible implementations of superpowers with Alpha.  When I
emerged around noon, I found Kasumi and Jane sorting through her art
supplies.

	"Hey, Frank, good timing.  I was thinking of setting up a
corner of the garage for painting and stuff.  We'd have to keep one of
the cars outside, but it'd be a lot easier to clean up and I wouldn't
mess up your house."

	"Sound good to me.  What do we need to do first?"

	It took about an hour to get everything set up, including
draping some sheets over a line to protect the other cars from paint
splatter.  We talked as we worked.

	"So how are you doing?"

	"Eh, still sore.  Felt like I was a virgin last night.  I
think Kasumi here is your best bet for fun tonight."

	"Oh, look at that, Jane.  Isn't Kasumi beautiful when she
blushes?"  I went over to Kasumi and gave her a kiss and reassuring
hug.  And an ass groping that left her blushing even more.

	"Yeah, if I do go bi-, Kasumi will be near the top of my
list."

	"If?  IF?  Kasumi, pardon me for a moment, but Jane come
here."  She came over and I took her hand.  "How can you see this
lovely face and hair... this beautiful bosom... this gorgeous ass...
and these wonderful legs... and not be attracted to her, whatever your
gender may happen to be?" 

	Throughout my comments, I guided Jane's hand through a tour of
Kasumi's features.  Neither lady resisted my attentions, and I think
Jane even added some light squeezing.  I really wanted to see if
either or both of them were getting wet, but I didn't want to push it
quite so far so fast.

	I gave Jane's hand a kiss before I returned it to her.

	"Kasumi is not very aggressive, but I think she's open to new
experiences."  I took Kasumi's bright red face in my hands and
directed her gaze to Jane.
	"Kasumi, I'm not going to place your hands on Jane this time,
because I don't want your hair to catch on fire from the heat of your
blush, but I want you to look at her.  Isn't Jane a beautiful young
lady?  Look... intense blue eyes, gorgeous skin, energetic, a creative
mind, and a beautiful body under those clothes, I promise.  If Jane
crept into your bed some night... or OUR bed... you wouldn't chase her
away, would you?"

	"Frank-sama, you shouldn't say such things."

	To Jane, I said, "See, that wasn't a 'no'."  I kissed Kasumi
again and let her go.

	Leaving that conversation, I picked up more supplies and
started out to the garage, leaving them both blushing and vibrating
with tension.  They had started moving again by the time I returned.

	"So Jane, how is Daria doing?"

	"She's okay.  You should really talk to her yourself, if she's
willing to talk. She might just clam up on you."

	"That's what I'm afraid of.  I know she enjoyed last night,
but... this morning... I don't know."

	"I know what you mean, but I'm not going to talk about the
sordid details of her life behind her back."

	"Sordid details?  Can I tell her you used that phrase?"

	"Of course, I always want credit when people quote me!  I
think she'll probably be fine in a couple days."

	"How are things between the two of you?"

	"You mean about what you said this morning?"

	"Well, more like what happened last night, but yes."

	"We haven't talked about it."

	"Too bad.  Still, all things in time, huh?"


	Jane was out in the garage, contemplating her first canvas and
Kasumi was mixing up her own personal creole seasoning when I sought
out Daria, finding her, of course, in the library.

	"Hey Daria."

	*grunt*

	"Can we talk for a few minutes?"

	"Don't know what we'd talk about."

	"Well, mainly about you and me."  I sat down in the chair next
to her.

	"What about us?  We fucked, that's all."

	"But that's not all.  And from my point of view, it was a lot
more than just a fuck.  I'd like to think I made love to a beautiful
young woman who I'd like to get to know better."

	"How much better can you know me?  You were inside me, I
enjoyed it, end of story."

	"Nope, just the end of Chapter One.  As long as you don't
close the book, there's a lot more of the story left."

	"A crappy story."

	"A great story, if the first chapter is anything to go by."

	"Oh, so now my life is porno book."

	"Daria, do you think I just sleep with any woman I come
across?  I've slept with a grand total of 6 women in my life and three
of them are in this house today. I'm not a gigolo.  I don't sleep
around."

	"You just admitted that you've slept with all three women in
this house!  How is that not sleeping around?"

	Well, either some of her programming was failing or her strong
sense of self and will were fighting back.  She theoretically should
be accepting of a harem-like atmosphere.  Hopefully, in the battle
between her programming and individuality, the programming would be
unchanged and she herself would slowly adapt to accept it, but without
losing the Daria I loved in the process.

	"Well, if you mean, am I faithful to just one woman, you are
absolutely correct.  But am I faithless?  Absolutely not.  I'm not
going to abandon any of you.  I have no plans to cheat on any of you.
If anything, I want to spend more time with each of you and get to
know you better.

	"I realize that it's not a normally accepted social mores, but
I believe that I can truly love and be with more than just one person.
I can't say that I love you yet because I haven't known you for very
long, but I do feel a very strong attraction and I want to spend more
time with you... and Jane.  And I hope you feel the same way about
me."

	"So you're trying to convince me that you're not a rich
horndog."

	"Well, not JUST a rich horndog.  Yes, I like having sex, but
only with the people I care about."

	"So it's okay that we had sex because maybe you might like me
someday?"

	I sighed.  Time for a different approach.

	"Okay, humor me for a moment here.  Think about last night
objectively. First, did you... did WE have fun last night?"

	She sulked for a minute, but eventually muttered, "yes."

	I gently took one of her hands in mine.  "Absolutely yes.  I
think we had an amazing time, both of us.  Second, did I in any way
force you to do anything against your will?  No knee-jerk responses, I
want you to think about it."

	"No, probably not."

	"Probably?  No, the answer is, not in the slightest.  Yes, you
weren't eager to begin with, but you were interested enough to stay.
Third, did I in any way treat you as if you weren't a beautiful
porcelain princess who was to be treated with the utmost respect and
care?"

	She laughed.  "Okay, okay.  You were pretty decent... for a
guy determined to get into our pants."

	"Well, maybe I should have waited a while longer, in which
case, my mistake. But I think the end result would have been the same.
Plus Jane really didn't want to wait and I was and still am adamant
that your friendship is sacrosanct."

	She snorted.  "Jane can be a little horndog too sometimes."

	"And if Jane and I had gotten together without you, don't you
think your friendship might have suffered?"

	"Okay, okay, so you're Ghandi with a big penis."

	"I'd prefer someone more thrilling, like Sir Francis Drake or
General Eisenhower?"

	"Eisenhower?"

	"Yeah, he had to be a politician and diplomat with allied
countries at the same time he was running the biggest war in history.
A diplomatic tough-guy."

	"Okay, so you're General Eisenhower with a big dick."

	"So would you be willing to go out with Eisenhower with a big
dick again?  Tomorrow night?"

	"Just us or with Jane?"

	"Now that the three of us have 'broken the ice' so to speak,
we can do it either way.  Actually, why don't you talk with Jane and
decide between the two of you?"


	And that's how we started dating.  I would go out with each
one of them solo at least once a week and both of them together at
least once a week.  Most nights, we would end up in bed, but not every
night.  They were careful not to shut out Kasumi, and there were
nights when I escorted all three of them out for a night on the town,
followed by an enthusiastic and exhausting night in bed.

	Daria continued to be reserved in public, but once we were in
a bedroom, she'd act quickly to get my dick in her pussy.  She let me
shave her lower lips occasionally, but cunnilingus was generally
limited to foreplay to wind her up.  And as long as she was wound up
first, she often orgasmed til she passed out each time.  After a
couple weeks of sleeping together, she even started bringing the Kama
Sutra to bed so we could experiment with different positions.

	Jane was something of a wildcat.  She would feel me up in
public and parade me around showing a huge crotch bulge.  She had no
problem finding a quiet corner, dropping her panties and stuffing my
meat up inside her pressure cooker.  She was the first woman I had
anal sex with and it was at her suggestion.  About a month after her
'arrival' she had each nipple pierced and three piercings added to her
pussy, one ring in each outer lip, one through her clit hood.

	I made sure to have at least one special night out with Kasumi
each week by herself.  She was still a quiet, clean, thoughtful lover
and was the first to successfully deep-throat me.  And she was still
the one who was most fun to have ambush sex with... to just grab her
as she was walking by, rush her to a couch or bed and ravish her.  She
always came easily and seemed to always be ready for sexual attention,
even though she never instigated it.


	Three and a half weeks after their arrival, I had Jane start
on a series of nude portraits of the ladies.  I had decided that one
of the bedrooms should have a display of all the ladies of the house.

	Jane brought in a full length mirror and started with her own
self-portrait. She chased me out any time I tried to enter the garage
during this period, but it only took her three days.  I think she was
inspired.  (I wish I had a camera or audio pickup in the garage, but I
hadn't thought about it when I had the house wired.)

	She wouldn't let me see any of the portraits until all three
were finished. Daria came next and their time together ended up
awakening Daria's bi-sexual programming.

	Jane had definitely been exploring her own bi-feelings during
our group sessions, often helping the other ladies climax, pinching
their nipples and rubbing their clits.  But she hadn't gone so far as
to kiss them or do anything with them when they were alone.

	She later recounted part of the garage happenings to me to get
me excited for a fuck.

	Daria was, of course, embarrassed at the thought of a nude
portrait, so Jane was stripped down herself to try to help put her at
ease.

	After trying out a few poses, Jane had tried to relax Daria by
reminding her of specific instances in bed, caressing her as she
spoke.  This had let to retaliatory nipple pinches from Daria, which
led to mock wrestling, which led to serious kissing.

	It had caught Daria mostly off-guard, though I suspected Jane
may have intentionally set things in motion with that result in mind.
Regardless, they  fooled around on the canvas-covered concrete floor
through one orgasm each, then followed it up by sleeping together in
the same bed that night.  (I was out with Kasumi that night, visiting
a very nice Dallas restaurant she had wanted to sample.)

	The next evening was an orgy night.  We had a nice dinner,
watched a movie in the entertainment room, then retired to my bedroom.
I started off with Daria, a little pussy licking to get her wet, then
we started fucking.

	Jane tapped Kasumi on the shoulder as they both observed our
coupling.  "Hey, Kasumi, I'd like to try something new with you while
we watch.  Is that okay?"

	"Certainly, Jane-chan.  What would you like to do?"

	And Jane kissed her.  She let it lengthen, then deepen,
obviously exploring her mouth.  Kasumi was obviously surprised, but
acquiescent.  She started kissing back after only a moment.

	I noticed and pointed it out to Daria.  We slowed our fucking
to watch as Jane ran her hands under Kasumi's dress and started
pulling it off.

	I looked down at Daria.  She rarely smiled and was having
difficulty hiding a grin.  "You knew, didn't you?  You knew Jane was
going to do this, huh?"  I leaned down and kissed her hard, then
pounded her even harder than normal.

	Meanwhile, Kasumi and Jane were both mostly naked and Jane
seemed intent on devouring Kasumi whole.

	A few minutes later, Daria was fading in and out of
consciousness and Jane's tongue was deep in Kasumi's pussy.

	I laid down flat on the bed next to Daria, my seed slowly
seeping out of her pussy but my erection was still hard, flopping up
and down.

	"Ladies, I think I need someone to sit on my dick and someone
to sit on my mouth.  Any volunteers?"

	Jane tried to pick up Kasumi bodily and guided her over to
settle her down on my cock.  Then, facing Kasumi, she plopped her
pussy over my mouth.  She reached out to pull Kasumi in for a kiss and
pinch her nipples while I got work with my tongue.

	That was a truly exciting night, the first time my plans
really felt like they were coming together properly.  I fucked the
girls one after the other til 2 am that night, finally collapsing on
Kasumi and just barely rolling off of her before falling asleep.

	I slept in the next morning til 8am, when I was awakened by
Daria, of all people, giving me a blowjob with Jane coaching her.

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