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Tgff, rom, spank, interracial, intergenerational, mild BDSM, Witchcraft

This story contains sex, full frontal nudity, bondage, SM, transsexuals,
lesbians and a few other things that might not be legal in your locale.
If you do not choose to read about this, or if it is illegal for you to
do so, do not read it.  Skip it in its entirety.  Avoid it at all costs.

However, if you wish to continue, you may find this isn't your typical
wank story.  Each part has something of a plot, or at least a reason
for happening, and the whole story is filled with very much love and
romance, and a moderate amount of sex.  Sorry, guys looking for typical
TG stories won't find this one real interesting.  Tough.  It is, however,
realistic.  It's about me ("Jeannette" aka "Jean"), my fiancee Michelle
(aka Chelle), and another friend of mine, Rachel.  None of this story
actually happened, and I've never met Rachel in real life, yet I've tried
to show us all realistically, as we might have done the events described.

I wrote most of this a year ago.  It is my second-ever attempt at writing
anything serious.  Once I finish it, I'll also post the first attempt,
which I call "Rewards."  I call this one, "Us Three."

Enjoy.

Blessed Be
Jeannette
mswillow@nomorespam.juno.com


Oh, just because I'm sharing this with y'all doesn't mean that it's not
copyrighted.  It is.  However, I WILL let y'all make copies of it, ifn
you give me the credit (or assign me the blame) for having written it.
If you're making money off of it, that's great too.  Hope you make a
big-assed pile of it, so you can roll around in it and retire forever,
and hire Bill Gates to lick your shoes clean for you.  Just please keep
me as the author of this, ok?  Thanks.  Jeannette


Us Three  copyright (c) 1997, 1998 Jeannette Cathy Wilson


Part Two


It was the next week, Thursday, when I got her call.

"Jeannette?  It's Rachel.  Do you have a minute?"

"For you, love?  Any time."  I settled down on the couch for
a chat.

"Well, you remember last weekend?"

How could I forget!  "Yes, I certainly do."

"Well, you said something about making me part of your...
'clan', I think you called it."

"Yes...."

""Um, what would that mean, exactly?"

"Well, it means that you'll be a part of a large, extended
family, scattered all across North America.  They are all,
to some extent or another, grrlfriends of mine, and they're
also kind of interested in each other.  It means that you'll
likely have crash space and a friend whenever you go to the
area in which one of them lives.  You might well have a
snuggle partner, too.  In return, you might find one of them
calling you some day, looking for a place to stay while
they're in town."

"That's it?"

"Well, yes, that's the basic setup.  We're just like another
family, this one tied together by love, not blood."

"Cool!"

"Why, whazzup?"

"Well, I've not been getting along with my family much
lately.  They keep hassling me about not having a boyfriend
yet."

"Oh, you poor grrl!  *sigh*  You're not out to them, I take
it?"

"Not yet, no, but I'm planning to tell them tomorrow night."

"Let me know if I can help in any way, Rachel.  You know
that you'll always have my love."

"Thanks!  That helps!"

We said our goodbyes, and I silently begged Diana to keep
her safe.

Saturday morning, I got a tearfilled call.  Rachel had come
out, and her parents freaked.  Bad news.

"So now I need a place to stay," she sobbed.

"Would you mind staying here with Michelle and I, while they
take some time to get used to it?"

"I don't know how long that will take!"

"Stay as long as you need to, dearheart.  Do you have much
stuff?"

"Just my clothes, and my CDs, and softball things."

"I'll be right over."

I left Michelle a note saying I was going out, and I'd be
back later, then kissed her gently as she slept and headed
out to where Rachel said she'd meet me.

When Rachel saw me, she came running over and practically
threw herself into my arms.  As I hugged her tight, I got
some of the details...  She told them she's not interested
in guys, really, just girls.  They freaked, not atypical of
het parents.  They tried to tell her it's just a phase, and
that escalated into a shouting match, leaving Rachel in
tears.  They didn't *exactly* throw her out, but she said
she doesn't feel comfortable staying there any longer.

"I don't blame you, hon.  Give them time, they'll probably
come around.  After all, you've known for what, the past six
years?  So let them have time to get used to the idea.  Now
shall we go get your stuff?"

She agreed, and she played navigator to guide me to her
place.  As she went in to gather up her things, I had a chat
with her folks.  I gave them the phone number of the local
PFLAG group, and assured them that their daughter was going
to be cared for "as one of my own".  They had very mixed
emotions about seeing Rachel going away with somebody nearly
as old as they are, but I gave them my number, and address,
and told them I'd call every so often to let them know how
Rachel is doing.  I then begged off, to help Rachel pack her
clothes into my car.

"Goddess, what's in here, a dead body or two?  Ooof!"

"Well, it's mostly clothes, and my teddy bears, and some
books and such.  I hope there's room enough for it all."

We somehow fit it all into my car, with room left for us
both.  En route back, I stopped off to get a spare set of
keys made, for the door, the mailbox, and for my car.

"You'd trust me with your car, too?"

"Rachel, it's all part of being clan.  It has many
similarities with ideal communism, without the overhead of
the dictatorship.  I do reserve the right to toss deadbeats
and dweebs out, tho I've only done that to two people so
far."

"Why did those two get tossed out?"

"Because when they needed, the clan and I provided.  When I
needed, I was told to stop whining."

"That's not right!"

"Yes, I know that, and you know that, but they didn't.  It
was no great loss, really.  We didn't need anchors and
leeches like that here."

"I hope that I'm not a leech..."

"Hon, no you are not a leech.  You are my lover, my friend,
my almost-daughter, but never a leech."

She smiled shyly, turning a wee bit red under the
compliments.

When we arrived, I opened the door for her.  "Michelle, hon,
look what followed me home!" I said loudly.  "Can I keep
her?  She won't make a mess, and she's already housebroken,
and she can eat some of my food, and she can sleep with
me..."

When Michelle saw Rachel carrying her suitcase, she broke
into a grin.

"Sleep with you?  SLEEP WITH YOU?  Hell, no!  She can sleep
with me!"

I pointed out that we already sleep *together*, and the
waterbed *is* plenty big enough for three...  and Michelle
went over to help Rachel unload.  We made room in our closet
for her clothes, freed up a drawer for her undies and socks,
and found a place for her bears, along with our bears, then
went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

"Whacha doin?" asked Chelle.

"Well, I thought it'd be nice to have a tea party, to
introduce the bears, and let Rachel unwind a bit too.  She
had a rough night, and maybe by being a little grrl again,
she'll feel free to cry, and let the healing begin.  Let's
not do anything real major tonight, ok?  Just show her that
she IS loved, for the person she is."

Michelle rounded up the formal tea set while I found pillows
for us all.  When I brought tea in to our room, Michelle and
Rachel were already seated, playing with the bears.

"Who wants honey in their tea?"

"Memememe," cried Michelle.

"Rachel?"

She nodded.

I poured us all some tea, "Constant Comment", a good tea for
early afternoon.  Even the bears got small cups *smile*  Of
course, *they* all had honey, too.

While we sipped, Rachel told Michelle her story.  I was very
proud of Michelle when she hugged Rachel and offered her a
shoulder to cry on.  Rachel, who had been blinking back
tears, took her up on the offer, and I handed her my silk
hanky (light blue, carried in the right pocket, if you *must*
know).

"Rachel, hon, would you like to lie down for a bit?  You've
had a stressful day, maybe a nap would help.  I'll get the
dishes later."

She looked so vulnerable there, eyes all puffy, nose all
red.  She didn't protest at all as I helped her get up,
undressed her (well, mostly undressed), and guided her to
the bed.  While I started by massaging her feet, Michelle
started on her head and neck.  By the time we met in the
middle, Rachel was quietly dozing.  We both stripped and
joined her, making a Rachel snuggle sandwich.

It was dusk when we awoke.  I gave Rachel my blue silk
kimono as a robe, pulled on my favorite sleepshirt, and took
the tea set out to the kitchen.  As Michelle began to prepare
us a nice stir-fry, I got out my beading supplies, and began
to make a set for Rachel.

She was curious as to what I was doing, so I explained it.

"I'm making you a set of clan-j jewelry, love.  It's a very
special set, very magical."

She looked puzzled.

"Well, we use this set to stay in touch without using the
phone.  It's like we're all in a ring, anything one person
wearing it feels, we all feel.  Some of us send better than
others, I receive better than most, but we all share in our
emotions."

"It sounds neet", she said.

"Well, it has its ups and downs.  One day, when Susan was
wearing it and her fiancee, Seth, was in town, we all got
treated to, um, an emotional 'buzz' while they, um, enjoyed
themselves.  Twice."

Rachel giggled.  "Sounds VERY neet!"

"Well, we also had a bad time when one person was suicidal
one night.  She nearly took us all out when she tried."

"Ouch!  What happened to her?"

"She got a bit better, but she wound up being one of the
leeches that I removed.  When she needed three thousand for
a new car, I paid for it.  When I needed fifty for food, a
newspaper and some stamps, to find a job, she told me to go
piss up a rope.  I told the rest of the clan, and we all
removed her from the loop.  I *think* she's still alive, but
I no longer care."

Rachel gave me a hug.

Just as I finished the necklace, Michelle announced that it
was dinnertime, and we settled down to eat one of Michelle's
fantastic stir-fried whatever's-in-the-fridge meals.

"This is weird," Rachel started.  "I've only been here a few
hours, but I feel so...  I dunno, so comfortable here, I
guess.  It's almost like I *should* be here."

"Perhaps you should, Rachel.  I do know that Michelle and I
have been together in many past lives, and we've made a vow
to do so again and again, until the Universe ends, and
beyond that if there *is* a beyond that.  Maybe you were
part of it, too."

Michelle added, "Maybe you were, maybe not, but you *are* a
part of it, now.  Welcome home, Rachel."

There is more to making love than just sex.  We spent the
night in another Rachel snuggle sandwich, content to just
*be* with each other.

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